Sat Spanks in Yo Face!

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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~S

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

WIP IT UP Wednesday, my first time!

Lordy that is a huge graphic

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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