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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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 // // //

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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! 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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~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!

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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A Special Visit by Leigh Smith!!

This week I am veering from broadcasting my dismal paint skills long enough to host Leigh Smith in celebration of her brand new book, The Cowboy has her Back!


leighsmith Blurb

After her Navy SEAL husband is killed by a drunk driver, widowed Mikela ‘Mickey’ Chandler comes to stay with her brother-in-law and sister, Becky.  While out riding, her horse takes off at breakneck speed and Mickey loses her grip on one of the reins.  Fortunately, for her, local rancher Hank Caldwell is on hand to save the day…and the two embark on a passionate and stormy relationship.

It’s not long before Mickey falls head over heels in love with the tall, handsome rancher, but having been hurt in a previous relationship, Hank is guarded and cautious where his feelings are concerned.  There are other problems too, in that Hank is used to being in control while Mickey is an independent woman in charge of her life.  Their relationship teeters on the edge as the two fight for control.

Are they too stubborn and set in their ways to make things work, or will love find a way.


EXCERPT

Mickey told Hank to choose the spot.  He picked Rowdy’s Roadhouse, a restaurant on the outskirts of Williston and made famous by regular appearances of Rowdy’s Rangers, a Texas band now famous but discovered at the restaurant by an affluent patron.  Since then, whenever the band was on tour and in the approximate area, they made it a point to drop in and play a set or two. Rowdy’s was a popular place and there was quite a line  waiting for a table when they arrived. Luckily for them, many of the waiting patrons were large parties and they moved up the list quickly since there was just the two of them.

Mickey had pumped her sister for any information on Hank, but she didn’t learn much. Becky said he had only returned to Williston and let it go at that.  Apparently, the Circle C was one of the biggest and most successful ranches in the area.  In addition to cattle and horses, their holdings included vineyards and almond orchards.  Hank had a couple of brothers and a sister and both brothers worked on the ranch.  His sister married an attorney and moved to Washington DC.  His parents, were still involved in the running of the ranch but based on the gossip around town were gradually turning it over to their sons, Hank, Dave and Randy.

Hank and Mickey weren’t sitting at the table long before people started stopping by. All of them welcomed him home; and expressed their hope he stayed this time.  If people ever stopped coming by the table, she planned on finding out more about Hank Caldwell.  With his tousled sandy blonde hair, bronzed skin and bright blue eyes, fine lines crinkling the edges of his eyes and mouth, he was good looking enough to be an actor or model. He was a man comfortable in his own skin and used to being in command, and it showed. Dressed in dark blue jeans, sharply creased but soft looking and weathered, a checked long sleeved shirt and well-worn boots that were clean and polished, he was one handsome cowboy and she was sure he set many a heart aflutter, hers among them.  The steady stream of greeters slowed down and she was just about to ask him about himself when another couple plopped themselves down in the seat on the other side of their booth.

“What are you doing here, this is most unusual for you?” the man said to Hank. Mickey took a good look at Dave and could see a resemblance but Hank was the winner. “Mickey is taking me to dinner for saving her ass this afternoon.”

“Mickey, meet my brother Dave and this is his, ‘what are you Dani, his lover, friend, mistress, wife; what other labels might there be?’”

“No need for such sarcasm or meanness, Hank” she purred at him.

“I see not much has changed,” Dave said to Hank. Mickey was surprised that Dave took Hank’s disparaging remarks about Dani so well, she half expected fisticuffs to break out at any moment.

“Oh, a lot has changed.  She’s with you now and I only wish you the best of luck and hope to hell you never have to leave town, because we have one more brother.”

“That’s enough, Hank,” Dave told him.

“You came and sat down here, so if you don’t want to hear anymore, then I suggest you find yourself another table.”

Dave gave Dani a slight push out of the booth.  As they walked away, Mickey spoke to Hank.  “It’s none of my business, but I have to ask.  I can guess, but what the hell was that all about?”

‘You’re right Mickey,  I don’t mean to be rude, but I don’t want to ruin what’s left of the evening by hashing through things better left untouched. Maybe if we ever get to know each other better, I’ll explain.”

“Okay, but before they popped in, I wanted to ask what brought you back to Williston and what took you away in the first place.  If the two things are tied together, I’ll understand if you don’t want to go there.”

“They are and they aren’t.”

“I left because when I was in college I was recruited by Homeland Security.  My college major was criminal justice and after September 11th I was all gung ho to go out and protect my country.  When HS came on campus, they offered me a chance to use my education and satisfy my passion; I took them up on their offer.  So, to answer your question, I worked for Homeland Security.  I’m not active right now.”

“So are you back in Williston to stay?”

“I’m in Williston.  Life changes on a dime and in HS I learned to live one day at a time, that’s what I’m doing.  So enough about me, let’s talk about you.”

“Shall I start at birth and just go forward or is there a particular place you want me to start?”

“A smart mouth, I should have guessed from earlier today.  Start anywhere you like?”

“I told you earlier my sister Becky had twins and I came to help. Once the twins were on a regular schedule, I was beginning to feel underfoot but the holidays were on the horizon,  and she asked me to stay through them at least.  It didn’t take much convincing, spending the holidays with loved ones or alone. I find I’m ready for a change and want to be closer to family. Becky said the district is looking for teachers so I’ve decided to apply for a position. Back in San Diego, there are too many memories around every corner.  I’m a widow.  My husband was a Navy Seal that, believe it or not, was not killed in the line of duty but by a drunk driver. Barry returned from a mission and was on his way home when it happened.  They haven’t found the driver, and I doubt they ever will.  It occurred about 2:30 am, and no one has come forward with any information.  It’s been two years, so I don’t hold out any hope.  It doesn’t matter though, it will not bring Barry back.  Anyway, it’s time for a change.  Becky is my only sibling so living close to her and my nieces makes this the logical place to settle.”

“So if you get the job, you’ll settle here in Williston, or at least in the area?”

“Teaching job or not, I’ll settle here.  With Barry’s pension, I don’t have any financial worries.  I still have loose ends in Southern California but nothing that will keep me there for long.”

“Good to know.”


Where can you buy this lovely way to spend a lazy weekend? Click one of the links below!

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About Leigh Smith 

My husband and I travel the western United States where I indulge my love for words, both reading and writing. I write what I like to read which are romantic stories containing strong dominant men and confident, feisty women. The relationships are always loving and challenging. Conflict is often resolved with either a threat of a spanking or an actual spanking or two, either erotic or otherwise.

Cowboys and westerns are my favorite genre, however my characters, although fantasy, are sometimes based on people I’ve come across in my lifetime.  Truth can be stranger than fiction and although the stories are fantasy, once in a while there is a kernal of real lease embedded in the situations.

If the story doesn’t contain a happy ending, it is left open ended for the reader to come to their own conclusions.

That’s the great thing about fiction, it can be whatever you want it to be.


There you have it. If you didn’t have plans or are looking for a way to get out of them, thank Sadie, cause she just thrust this in yo face!

You’re welcome

-S