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Saturday Spankings

Hey Sat Spankers! I am still sharing from my latest release Pleased by the Knight. It has been out for a while now and I love the cover as much now as I did the first time. I thought I would share out of order. This week’s snippet is from the first chapter when Prince Corbin finds himself in a famous, and private Welcoming party😀 Everyone wants to be welcomed home, right?

A little behind the scenes tidbit, when I thought about this little scene I quickly titled it my Circus Orgy scene. In my mind there were bright colors and body parts every where. I hope that came across in the final version. To read the rest, you can check out the free first chapter on Blushing Books. Or on Amazon!

Nobody spoke real words unless one counted grunts and moans. This dance was one they all seemed to know the steps to, except for Corbin who watched it all unfold with stupid wonder. Just in front of him an older woman was on her knees sitting on a man’s face, her face fixed in an expression of pure pleasure as she ground against him.

Corbin looked upward to where he thought his gaze would be safe, only to see a woman suspended from the top of the tent, with ropes tied around each of her ankles. She held onto another rope that was intricately wrapped around her middle and she stretched her legs open lowering her pussy to the man who waited below, with his mouth open like a baby bird eager for dinner.

I swear that is less then 8 sentences, it just looks big🙂

Anyways, I’ve taken up enough spanking time, move on won’t you?

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Wip it Up, up, UP!!

I was at a writer’s conference last week. I love them because they recharge my creative batteries but hate that it takes me so long to get everything back to normal afterwards. But, here I am, trying my best🙂

This week’s sample is from the same WIP I have been sharing. I got a lot of work done on it this weekend and while I might not know exactly how it all ends, I have a better idea. This little scene occurs just after the one I shared last time. Olivia has been kidnapped and she doesn’t really know who or why, she also isn’t handling it all that well.

Three days passed and Olivia allowed not a word, a morsel of food or drop of drink to pass her lips. She feared that if she allowed herself to do anything more than sit and think then she would begin to cry and there would be no way of stopping it. On a normal day, Olivia hated to cry, she never saw much point in it. In her present company, she hated the idea even more. Grant—she refused to call him Master Thatcher even in her head, as he had instructed to her—had made up the silence by explaining to Olivia in more detail who The Enlightened Hand was. She would never admit the society intrigued her, especially now that she knew it was real and not just a cautionary tale.

By the time the third night was almost upon them Olivia was sore, her butt hurt from sitting in the carriage for so long, her legs ached, begging that she stretch them. Even though Grant had allowed her to sleep in the carriage at night, she had still refused to stretch out, choosing instead to remain in the tense, angry ball she’d curled into as they had driven away from her home.

Grant called for them to stop for the night and Olivia heard the men prepare the area for a camp. Even stopped, her mind was full of an endless beat, the echo of horse hooves trotting over rocky terrain. She closed her eyes and her heart matched the rhythm of the phantom hoof beats. How had she lost everything that was important to her, and so quickly? If devastation were food, she’d be full.

There we are I’ll have to promise any one who is reading to have a sexier, more upbeat snippet next time!

Now, onto the rest of the blog hoppers!

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If I had a Nickel

Hello, my name is Sadie and I am addicted to numbers. I wish it were in a cool way, like you could give me two huge numbers and I could multiply them immediately in my head.

What’s 2356×9205?

Why, that’s 21,686,980 of course!

But no, it is nothing so amazingly awesome. In fact my numbers are generally one, or zero or a change from one large number that I can’t remember to another large number that I won’t remember.

So, I thought, why not share some of the numbers I look at, some of the numbers I enjoy obsessing over and checking. You can then look at your own numbers and maybe tell me in the comments any numbers you like to look at that I didn’t mention.

One of my favorite sources of numbers is novelrank.com // // //

NovelRank – Amazon Sales Rank Tracker

NovelRank is a completely free website for tracking books or other product’s Amazon Sales Rank on Amazon.com, Amazon.co.uk, Amazon.ca, Amazon.fr, Amazon.de (Germany), Amazon.co.jp (Japan), Amazon.cn (China),Amazon.it (Italy), Amazon.es (Spain), and Amazon.in (India). NovelRank is the best free resource for self-promoting authors to track their print and ebook sales and Sales Rank on Amazon with charting, RSS feeds, and real-time data.

For non-book tracking or large volumes, use NovelRank Enterprise Edition sales rank software.

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However, what they don’t tell you right away is that there is also an app you can download on your phone and then you can check it. Over and over and over and over again.
My next group of numerical obsessions can all be found on one site, Amazon’s Author Central where you can create your author profile, but you can also do fun things check your book’s ranking, whether the rank has increased or decreased and how much. You can also check your own author rating which, I imagine is something similar to your Google clout, but don’t get me talking about that.
What I really enjoy about author central though is the graphs. I believe I’ve discussed my love of graphs.
I know I shouldn’t say the R-word. In fact, I shouldn’t even look at them, much less count them up and memorize how many I have. But I am only human. A weak, weak human.
And then there are the lists, specifically the best seller lists on sites like Blushing.com or similar. Moving up, moving down, never getting on, lingering like my in laws after dinner…
So, there are a few of my favorite addictions, what are some of yours?
~S

Sat Spanks!

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Happy Saturday my saucy friends! I hope this post finds you well, or if nothing, I hope it finds you🙂 My sexy, spanking snippet comes from the same book as last week, my latest release, Pleased by the Knight. At this point Prince Corbin is upset with Gia for trying to distance herself from him. In her defense, it is a deeply ingrained habit, one that she will most likely alter😉

He had to calm down. He had every intention of punishing his woman, but could not while he was so angry. “Is that what you see when you look at me? Just another on a long list of people to please?”

“Of course not, Corbin.”

“Do you think I’m interested in your body if your mind isn’t also present? Gia, how could I ever want one without the other?” His words were quiet.

If you want to read more, you can! Visit: Blushing Books ++ Amazon ++ Barnes and Noble

Continue your Sexy Saturday by visiting these other spanking snippets! I’m positive you’ll find the one that will make the rest of your Saturday rosy😀

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~S

WIP it Up Wednesday! Reeeeeemiiiix

Okay, so not technically a remix, but I was trying to find an exciting way to say it was my second time! Got me thinking, second times are not nearly as celebrated as first times…hmmmm there’s got to be a story there. Anyways, onward!

I’ll be sharing from the same WIP as last week, not right after last week’s snippet, but in the same chapter. Here, we introduce more of what the story is about, and as stories go, this is where Olivia’s perfect life goes horribly awry. Once again, this book is tentatively titled, The Enlightened Hand’s Chosen One and is about a woman who is pulled into a secret society. Here goes:

“Mason Fosterson, please, do not be angry with your wife,” the man said. At first, Olivia thought he was rehearsing or speaking to air, but then she spotted her father and mother at the back of the carriage. Olivia was glad they couldn’t have seen him spank her from where they were, but she wished she wasn’t over the man’s shoulder. “Olivia here has an amazing opportunity. The only reason she even has this opportunity is because of how special she is. You should be proud of yourselves and of her. And, if she makes it back to you, you should remember this feeling instead of focusing on your disappointment.” There was so much in his words that Olivia needed to understand, her head swam. His tone had changed, less arrogant, actually respectful while he addressed her parents. It made her hate him a little less.
She searched her father for some comfort, but he wouldn’t look at her. Her mother, however, beamed. The man placed her in the carriage. He was in the act of climbing in behind her when there was a great booming sound from the barn.
Bart sprinted towards them on a mission. “What is that ugly beast?” the man asked.
Any respect she had felt for him vanished.
“Bart!” Olivia cried out for her friend.
“No dogs at the Manor,” he said, without a hint of kindness before climbing in and shutting the door.

I know, I know, I felt for Bart as well. It is hard to be mean to animals, even in stories!

Now, please check out my fellow writers! I read them all last week and there is such a fun variety, this is the perfect way to find your newest favorite author!

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(Also, if anyone can tell me how to make the actual list show up when I paste the code instead of the link to the list, I would really appreciate it!)

~S

SatSpanks! For realz this time :/

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First and foremost I would like to apologize again to anyone who stopped by my blog a few weeks ago looking for a Sat spanks post. I signed up and then spaced it. That is no excuse, but I still feel really horrible for any time I wasted. I’ll take any and all punishments happily.

This week, I had the post written and scheduled nearly a week early😀

I wanted to share my sentences from my latest release, Pleased by the Knight, Loving the Knight Book 4. I looked past what is offered in the free sample (which, if you haven’t seen, is a whole heck of a lot! The whole first chapter!) And went with a sample that occurs right after my heroine has endured a particularly rough spanking discipline session. But first!

The Blurb!

Gia knows she is luckier than most. When she was purchased by the king of Atvia as a child, she wasn’t turned into a slave. Instead, she was cherished, and when she came of age, she became the king’s most trusted knight—as well as Hora. As such, she is responsible for training the potential brides and keeping up the morale of the men. Sure, any wrong deed may land her in Discipline Plaza with her bottom in the air, but even that is for her own good.

When a foreign prince arrives, the king asks Gia to fulfill another task; to determine the honesty of the outsider. It is an assignment she readily accepts.

Prince Corbin can’t wait to exit Atvia the moment he arrives there. It is hot, unforgiving land—that is, until he catches sight of the sexiest woman he has ever seen. She gives him the night of his life; one he unfortunately can’t fully enjoy, as the drug she slips him causes him to pass out. The next morning, he is furious and demands retribution. He soon discovers that they do things a little differently in Atvia…

Can he really spank this beautiful woman in public? And, more importantly, once he starts, will he ever be able to stop?

And Now!

The Snippet!

 He moved to cup her bottom and Gia cried out in pain. She cursed her own weakness. Surely whatever spell had been cast was broken now.

Corbin merely turned her around, gently, as he slowly lowered himself down to his knees despite the rough stone floor. With the tip of his finger he traced the edges of redness that had blossomed on her cheeks like a flower in the spring. He closed his eyes as he kissed each cheek with such kindness Gia felt tears form in her eyes.

What was this? What was he doing to her?

If you would like to read more, or if you want to check out that super long free sample I mentioned just follow the link that calls to you!

Blushing Books ++ Amazon ++ Barnes and Noble

If you do nothing else, then please visit the other Satspankers (is that word?) today! I heard from a little bird that they have some sexy snippets for you!

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Have a sexy Saturday!

~S

WIP IT UP Wednesday, my first time!

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I’ve seen the posts, visited many of them and finally, I am in a position where I actually have a WIP! Like many, it is taking over, ignoring my thoughtful planning and preparation and has become what it wanted to become. And I thought, why not share a little as I go?

This work is tentatively titled, The Enlightened Hand’s Chosen One. A mouthful if there ever was one😀 It is meant to be a historical erotica (I guess I mean, aren’t labels the worst?!) I decided to start sharing from the beginning in the hopes that this might just get those editor juices flowing. I make no promises for grammar or that this scene will even make it to any final version. Now, before I lose my nerve:

        Olivia lay back, nestled on a thick layer of hay. She lifted her hand and examined how the sun shone between her fingers. Lawrence would certainly get scolded for not fixing the hole in the barn’s roof, but his laziness was Olivia’s gain. With her gigantic hound, Bart snoring at her side and the sun shining on the both of them, she was absolutely content, warm and happy.
        “Olivia?” Her mother called for her from the entrance.
        As long as she stayed put and kept Bart from snoring too loudly Olivia would remain undetected. There was no way her mother would step foot in a place as unseemly.
        “Olivia Fosterson, I know you are in there, come out right now and get water for your bath.”
        Olivia slunk down even lower.
        “You are not a child, Olivia, stop acting like one. You are a grown woman who cannot spend her time smelling like dog and dirt.”
        “I do not smell like dog!” Olivia responded and then clamped a hand over her mouth. Dang her mother, she definitely knew how to get a rise out of her.
        Olivia could hear the smug undertone in her mother’s words. “We have guests for dinner and you will look your best. Do not make me find you again, or you will feel your father’s belt!”
        Olivia scoffed silently. If she ever felt her father’s belt it would be because she borrowed it to hold the pants she borrowed from Lawrence up. However, her mother seemed to believe her threat was sufficient enough as Olivia could hear her soft footsteps fading away.
        Bart whined and yipped like a puppy, startling himself awake. He blinked at her with big, brown, soulful eyes.
        “She gives me nightmares too,” Olivia said. Bart yawned.
        Someone chuckled, low and familiar. Lawrence crept out of the shadows. How long had he been there against the back wall? His clothes were well worn and meant for work. He’d rolled his sleeves up over his muscular forearms that were crossed over his chest. He smiled at her, his regular expression when looking in her direction. It wasn’t until a couple of years ago that her stomach flipped over at his smiles. Hired as her father’s apprentice, Lawrence was a staple in her life. When he wasn’t avoiding fixing roofs and learning the trade with her father, he was with her and she loved every moment they spent together.
        “Nothing gives Ollie nightmares,” Lawrence said to Bart.
        “Except your ruddy face,” Olivia said. She may have new feelings for the handsome man, but she had always teased him. That couldn’t change.
        His brown eyes were gentle. He reached down and with a soft hold he led Olivia up to her feet. That close she could see the golden flecks of color around the blacks of his eyes, like tiny sunbursts. “Are you sure it is in your nightmares when you see my face?”
So, there it is. I hope to finish the first draft soon. Hear that, self?! Soon!
Now, please do visit the other authors as I am sure they will have fun little snippets for you!

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