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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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!

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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!
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Pleased by the Knight is out and reviews are in!

Book four of Loving the Knight is out:
Pleased by the Knight: Loving the Knight, Book Four by Sadie Dane

Summary:

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?

Sample:

Gia knelt at the feet of her master. As a child he had been her protector and world. Now, as a grown woman, he was her father and her king. There was nothing sexual in the way she rested her head against his knees, but there was love and trust. He affectionately patted her dark locks once before gesturing that she should rise.

“My sweet oasis, I feel as if it has been forever since I spent time with you.” He spoke to her in English, as he often did when they were alone, instead of his native Atvian.

“I’ve found myself very busy with my hora duties these days. Though, if it displeases you, I can stop,” Gia replied.

“No, no, no. I would never ask that of you.” He leaned in and whispered like he was telling a secret. “I fear the men may revolt if I tried to. They sing songs immortalizing your skills.”

Gia couldn’t help the smile forming on her face. She’d heard the songs, but it was the source of the compliment that really pleased her. “I take all of my duties seriously. My task is an important one, preparing the herd for you.”

The king frowned, forming a wrinkle between the eyebrows on his ageless face. “You know I don’t like you referring to them as animals. Not even in jest.”

Gia dropped her head, immediately chastised. “I do care for them, Father. Please, forgive me.”

“Always.”

The king sat down on a thick rug woven with dark reds, browns, and greens. He reclined back, surrounded by plush pillows that complimented his darker coloring. He was a man that enjoyed the finer things. Soft cloths, beautiful women, and exotic foods.

His taste had been her saving grace, so many years ago. When she’d been dropped at his feet as a small child, spitting and swinging at whatever came near, the young king had been drawn to her fair skin and the way it had shone against her dark hair and eyes. She had been a rebellious, wild child and for many in her position that was where her story could have ended. A life of servitude if she was lucky. But Gia had been purchased, renamed and treated as much like a princess as was possible without actually holding the title.

Now, she held not only the highest position a female could hold, save for the king’s wives but also held the only title of knighthood offered to women in Atvia. A knighthood of one. As Hora of Atvia, she governed the training of potential brides as well as the morale of the Atvian soldiers.

Known to some as the seducer, to others as a friend and to most as the night you will never forget, Gia excelled in making men believe and feel what she needed them to believe and feel. She had learned most of her skills observing the beautiful, bronzed man in front of her. He radiated power, had an army large enough to justify his arrogance, but the weapons the king used more frequently were his charm, wit and intelligence.

“I do have a favor to ask of you.” He managed to sound contrite while also confident that she would not refuse him. Indeed, he did not even wait for her consent to continue. “The foreign prince that arrives today, Prince Corbin of Ceravique. Pay close attention to him.”

Gia tensed. “Do you suspect he’s come to harm you?”

The king patted the pillow beside him and Gia went to him, sitting down at his side. “Nothing like that. But, I am wary. My newest bride was supposed to be the one arriving today. Instead, I receive word that the foreign prince is coming in her stead with his tale as to why.” He grabbed her hands, holding them in each of his.

“I see.”

“Watch him, dear one, with your eyes that miss nothing.”

“And if he is lying?”

The king smiled. “Then you will have a chance to do what you are second best at.”

From the arched doorway came a knock. A dusty messenger entered. The king made no attempt to move away from Gia, their embraces were not something he hid or felt shame about. They kept no secrets from each other. “You asked for first word,” the messenger began apologetically. “They’ve been spotted on the main road. All those who departed, minus the two men lost and your intended, Princess Lotte.”

“The prince?”

“He is with them.”

The king nodded and the messenger departed, leaving the two of them alone again.

The king lovingly squeezed her hands. “I believe it is time for you to prepare,” he said as if he wished she could stay longer.

Gia was already getting to her feet, eager to please him. “Do not worry, my king,” she said with determination.

For a longer sample or links to buy, visit the Blushing Books page!

Here is what people are saying about Pleased by the Knight:

I really enjoyed this book. Good dialog, exciting plot. The punishments were severe but appropriate in the context of the story. They fell in love quickly but deeply. It is a short book but it packs a punch. I was left wanting more.

…There are many sexual scenes, some graphic. There are spankings in the public center (but they aren’t that descriptive. There is also a caning. The story is a cute one about True love overcoming all. The ending was a bit rushed. But it was a happy one.

I am really excited about this latest release and for anyone who has read all of the books, there is a special little bit at the end of Pleased by the Knight that I hope you enjoy 😀

~Sadie

Totally tooting my own horn OR the post where I really should have larger graphics.

Protected_AmazonrankPerhaps there will come a day when releasing a book is not an event that causes an endless tide of self doubt and triumph, but this is not that day. Protected by the Knight has been out for about one and a half weeks. I am happy to report it has been listed at #77 and #87 on two Amazon lists.

Protected by the Knight has also reached #43 in Blushing Books 50 bestseller list.

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Available on Amazon, Barnes and Noble and Blushing Books!

Now, I just get to wait for #4!

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New Release: Sorrowlands by Iris Woodbury

New release from not only a great author but a great friend!

SORROWLANDS: Flora and the Demi-Gods – Introductory Low Price!

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INTRODUCTORY WEEKEND PRICE – $2.99

Just released by Mystic Books, Sorrowlands is the tale of Flora, a dryad, wrongly accused by Hades of her husband’s murder. Condemned to death, her sentence is commuted to exile and she is sold as a concubine to one of Hades sons, Ragnold. While the God of the Underworld plots to seize Olympus, Flora steals a sacred chalice, the source of his power.  Aided only by a reluctant soldier and an over-sexed satyr, she escapes her bondage and must cross the deadly Sorrowlands to return what she has stolen.  The only question is, will she able to complete her mission in time?

Link to buy the book: Sorrowlands

FREE EXCERPT

There were no plush furnishings in Maljandra’s apartment. Flora was left unguarded and unchained and she wondered why they hadn’t made her more secure. The moment they left, she walked cautiously to the terrace. As she drew close, her vision faded. She shook her head and stepped back. The moment she retreated, her vision returned. How strange, she thought. She turned and made a dash for the door. She put her hand on it and her sight left her completely. She turned too quickly, and lost her balance. Fear engulfed her and her heart pounded in her ears. She spread her hands out blindly and sought a solid surface to latch onto. A gasp escaped her when she brushed against the silken tunic of a man.

“There’s no use to trying to escape,” said a cold, clear voice. “My apartments are enchanted.”

“I cannot see,” Flora cried. “Give me back my eyes or I shall go mad.”

“The enchantment will lift when I tell it to and not a moment before. Clearly you tried to do something you should not.”

She flinched as Maljandra’s hand touched her shoulder. The wizard let it linger there, and then turned her body toward him. She recoiled at his touch but he only sighed pleasantly. With one quick maneuver he pushed the tattered silk garment off her shoulders and let it fall to the floor. “Such a pity,” he said. “You’re quite a beauty. Still, you’re to be marked for Hades, so I cannot touch you now.”

“I heard you were a great wizard, prove your goodness and set me free.”

Maljandra laughed a low, hollow laugh. “If you’ve heard anything at all, I’ll wager you’ve heard of my indifference to the pleas of desperate women.”

He took her hand and jerked her arm. “Follow me.” She stumbled, but quickly got her feet under her for fear he would drag her across the floor. She reached out to keep herself from running into anything and her hand connected with a doorway as they passed through into another chamber. The sound of trickling water reached her ears. “You must be prepared for the ritual. Wait here.”

Perhaps he left for only a few seconds, but to Flora, blind and naked in a strange place, it felt like an eternity. She stood vulnerable and trembling, and felt more fear than she’d ever known before. Her empty stomach roared for attention, and if she did not eat soon, she would faint. She had need of Dero’s courage, and she turned the ring still on her finger. A warm sensation crept through her tired limbs and her hunger faded at once, but not even Dero’s magic was enough to erase her fear of pain. What will he do to me? What form will the sacrifice take? How much will I suffer?

She did not have to wonder long for the mage soon returned.

“Come,” Maljandra said. He took her hand and led her forward. Slowly, they walked down a couple of steps and then water rose over her foot. As they descended the steps, the water rose up her legs and she realized they were in a pool.This must be his bathing chamber. The water was warm and soothed her blood-stained skin. Nevertheless she advanced cautiously, and her legs locked, afraid she might slip and fall. As he brushed by her, Flora felt the wizard’s bare skin and knew he’d undressed to bathe her.

The slightly rough surface of a sponge rubbed across her body as the mage wiped away the stench of stale blood and the dungeon. He washed her slowly and carefully, and left no part of her body untouched. She trembled with every stroke, and she sensed her fear pleased him. As his hands washed her hair, he was close up against her, and Flora felt both his desire and frustration.

“Do you always do as you’re told?” she asked.

“What do you mean?”

“Ragnold is your master, is he not? You are in his service and do his dirty work.” She put her hand on his bare chest. “Set me free and I could reward you. Return my sight to me and help me escape.”

Maljandra’s hand cupped her right breast and he caressed it gently. “You want me to set you free?” he whispered in her ear.

“Yes, I beg you, let me go.”

He squeezed, but the pain she felt in her breast was nothing to the pain she felt throughout her body. It twisted within her, eating into every part of her, leaving nothing unscathed by its sharp teeth. A scream tore from her, leaving her throat raw, followed by another. She screamed more than she’d ever done before.

“And who would free me from the wrath of Hades?” he asked. His breath was hot against her ear. “You think me as weak as any mortal man? Do you think the temptation of a little dryad would easily turn me? Know this, foolish woman. You’ll remain blind till I take you to the temple. I’ll restore your sight long enough for you to see Ragnold’s gauntlet rip out your heart.”

In spite of the pain wrenching through her, Flora spat, praying she spat in the mage’s face, but he didn’t strike or hurt her again. The pain stopped as instantaneously as it began and Maljandra put his hand on Melinoe’s necklace. His hand hesitated against the dark circle, as if he sensed some power within it. A low growl emanated from him and she winced as he wrenched it from her neck.

Once her body was prepared, he led her from the pool and left her alone. From the other chamber the sound of fabric on skin reached her and she guessed he was drying his body and dressing. He soon returned.

“Kneel,” Maljandra commanded. The urge to run gripped her, but some invisible force pushed her to her knees. She couldn’t sense where in the room they were, but she smelled smoke and heard the crackling of a fire. “You were supposed to be branded this morning as a concubine, but now the brand will be the mark of Hades.”

Again, the urge to run overwhelmed her, but Maljandra’s magic was tighter than any bond. A hiss filled the room, followed by the roar of flames. Flora recognized the sound from the slave market in Bartom. It was the sound of a branding iron being turned in the fire. She closed her eyes tightly and her throat clicked when she tried to swallow.Gods, my throat is so dry!

“They say to be branded is one of the most intense pains known to man.”

Flora began to shake violently. She wanted to turn Dero’s ring again but she couldn’t move her arms. The heat of the iron warmed her skin as it passed by her face. Maljandra was teasing her, letting her feel its heat before the dreadful moment.

Her heart seemed frozen in her chest and tears of anguish fell down her face.

“Very good,” said Maljandra. “You are tamed at last. But that will not save you now.”

When the branding iron was pressed into her skin, a searing pain such as she’d never known before washed over her. The smell of scorched flesh filled the air and her scream echoed off the walls. Her anguish died in her throat, as she fell, mercifully, unconscious to the floor.

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Iris Woodbury is an English author born in London, England who was later thrust into the bosom of the United States. She lives very happily in the beautiful state of Maryland where she hopes to stay forever. Follow her on FB at https://www.facebook.com/iris.woodbury or tweet away to your heart’s content to @IrisWoodbury.  Feed her chocolate. She likes that.

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This may be my shortest post but I am apologizing to anyone who stopped by expecting a sat spanks post this weekend. I signed up and completely forgot. No excuse, but I do apologize and will endeavor to never do that again! 

In other news the lovely and talented Ms. Patty Devlin created this wonderful image, I just had to share!!

 

-Sadie