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Story Update ♦ Pyromage (December 2017)

12/28/2017

Book Review ♦ The White House Gets A Spanking

12/21/2017

An AMAZING 5 of 5 stars

I recommend this to FANS of:

Femme Doms
Assertive Females
Contemporary Romance
BDSM Romance
Those who want to know what an Alpha Submissive Male looks like
Readers of Joey Hill

THE WHITE HOUSE GETS A SPANKING rocked my world.

I have read about shy submissive's, snarky submissive's, submissive's that deny they are really dominates, but this Femme Dom is much in line with the male submissive's of Joey Hill that steals our hearts and puts the driver's seat directly with the female dominant and her strong submissive.

Stella is not uber alpha, but she's strong! I loved walking a mile in Stella's high heeled, thigh-high leather boots. She wowed us as a responsible, controlled, real dominant. The kind whose only interested in unleashing the inner power of her submissive.

Who doesn't love a "I know you better than yourself" dominant? BUT, there was human vulnerability in Stella and Laird's complete, real, and moving story.

Stella was the kind of Alpha that has real power. Laird was a heart melting submissive. The story was unique and I mean that it was fresh. I couldn't help but love this story inside and out. I bow down to Elizabeth SaFleur and begged her to write more.

If that doesn't tell you how much I loved this story and recommend it, then I'm not sure I can convince you no matter what I say.

Blurb

The last place Washington D.C. investigative journalist Stella Martin wanted to cover was the White House. But when a friend’s request to watch over her latest submissive plaything when she’s out of town turns out to be the White House Communications Director, Stella's unwelcomed and unbearable assignment becomes quite interesting.

Laird Harkness hadn’t expected his perfect Domme would show up in his office—the most famous house in the world and a place where his secret desires could end his career. Stella calms his fears, but can she sate his craving to submit, serve and belong to someone?

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Inside Scoop

This is the first of three (3) in THE JUSTICE SERIES and that may not be enough for me! The books are diamonds and I feel honored to have read this book!

While Elizabeth says it's either the greatest move of my writing career or the worst I don't have a problem with the Washington theme. I, for one, am grateful for the FREEDOM OF SPEECH as Elizabeth SaFleur so aptly puts to good use!

EXCERPT

Warning: sexual content

“Tell me Samson—I should call you that?”

“You can call me anything you want.”

“Samson then. What are you looking for?”

He blinked up at her. “Dominance.” He phrased it like a question as if she was either an idiot to ask such a thing or he wasn’t sure what that meant. She chose the latter.

“And what does this dominance look like? When you are in complete surrender in your mind, the thoughts you have late at night when you’re alone in bed playing with yourself . . .” she stilled his fingers once more. “Yes, Samson, when you are touching yourself, what is she doing?”

She didn’t need to ask him if he’d thought of her as he jacked off. She knew he did. He wouldn’t have come looking for her otherwise. And, his little gifts throughout the week were finally the right messages she’d sought.

“I haven’t. Touched myself.”

She cocked her head. “You’re telling the truth?”

“I always tell the truth.” His gaze shot to her.

“You forget I’ve been to your briefings.”

“I have never lied to the press.”

“Oh, the Assistant Press Secretary is ill? Or in bed with a certain someone?”

His nostrils flared. “Okay, I touched myself. But I didn’t—”

“You didn’t relieve yourself? Why not? Did Hannah forbid it until she got back?” If she had, that would have been another useful bit of information Hannah should have shared.

His expression sank a little. “No, she didn’t forbid it.”

“But you wished to prove something to her anyway.”

“No.” He lifted his gaze to her, his eyes beseeching yet clear. “To you.”

Mixed emotion cascaded down her spine: pride, bewilderment, happiness and a little distrust. He still could be playing her. So many did in this town. But Hannah wouldn’t be with a player, despite the fact his job was in the biggest playpen. And, he had shown candor tonight. She’d give him the benefit of the doubt, but she wanted to know more.

“Why?”

He blinked. “You’re different.”

“How?”

He tossed her a small smile. “I didn’t take you for someone who required flattery.”

“Don’t you dare.” She smiled back at him. “Tell me what you’re looking for. Details, Samson.”

His head swiveled immediately upon her words to see who might be around. Three men were walking by them. He angled himself so he leaned into her more.

“You’re among friends, Samson.”

“I want someone to belong to.”

Now they were getting somewhere.

“Belong,” she repeated, not because she didn’t understand, but because she did. The transience of their worlds—media, politics, Washington itself—wasn’t for someone who required constant reassurance. Comfort wasn’t on the menu. But if one’s nature was in direct contrast with who one had to be on the outside, well, having a place to be yourself could be very comforting indeed. Who didn’t long to be themselves, devoid of pretense, pseudonyms, false identities and the niceties everyone must adopt in D.C.?

“What do you want?” he asked.

“I’ll tell you. But, first, tell me more about this belonging.”

His eyes didn’t get that dreamy cast like so many other submissives when they paint their ideal fairytale. His eyes grew fierce.

“You would tell me what to do, of course. We are equals but you understand my need to serve you. You’d love . . . having me. It would be a shared experience.”

His unwavering clarity made her sit back against the couch cushions.

“I know watching is not the same as doing,” he said. “But what I’ve seen, well, I can tell the difference between people who are playing and people who are together and playing.”

The man used words for a living, so she shouldn’t be so surprised at his articulation. But the fact he expressed himself exactly as she would have? His answer rendered her nearly speechless.

It didn’t matter if Hannah had told her to watch over him. She wouldn’t turn her back on this man for anything. He wasn’t just rare. He was perhaps once in a lifetime.

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Story Update ♦ The King's Thief (Chapter 12) END

12/14/2017

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My dears--this has been a long time coming and doing this story was great fun. Cynthia wanted to illustrate the scene where Chartan is in Lady Dauphine's room and she pulls a knife on him, so here is the last commissioned illustration for this story. The art she created was amazing and now, Cynthia and I have to discuss what's next.

I'll admit, I'm not ready with another FREE story to put on the blog, YET. I have so many good ideas.

Often I think... put up a story--complete it on the fly! Then wonder if I should just continue with another story of Chartan and Lady Dauphine's adventures. But there are so many other stories to tell. If you have a preference, tell me in the comments or send me an email! For now, this is the end of THE KING'S THIEF.

There is a giveaway at the end and anyone/everyone can participate!

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The King's Thief (Chapters 1 & 2)

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The King's Thief

Chapter 12 (END)

Even two days after we’d made it back aboard The Rogues Gambit, Bowden snored in Gustave’s cabin. The sound warmed my heart to know he was safe and recovering. Above me I heard Roy shouting, clip-clops of Carnival’s hooves wreaking havoc on the ships deck, Detrien’s hearty laugh and Chartan exclaiming, “Shovel it overboard, it’s just horse shit.”

The moment we’d gotten back to the ship, Chartan stripped me naked and tied me, spread to the four winds, to the bed thinking I needed a lesson in humility. For the most part he ignored me except to water, bathe, feed and change the mud-packs healing my back. The act was a rouse. He and his cock were at war in my presence.

Footsteps clamored to the door and I heard the squeak of hinges and the click of a lock in place. Tied face down on the bed, I couldn’t see Chartan, but I could feel his eyes caress my legs, my ass and my womanly allure. I wiggled knowing it gave him some kind of male satisfaction watching me writhe exposed and defenseless. Well, not defenseless, he’d taken away his only shield—my clothes. Long seconds passed before he walked forward.

A slap to my right ass cheek produced a yelp from my lips.

“Constrain yourself.” He rubbed where he hit, softening the sting.

“Roy seems to think Carnival needs his own cabin.”

Chartan snorted. “You couldn’t subdue that horse.”

I felt the cloth on my back being lifted and the soothing balm being wiped away. “He might jump overboard.”

“He’s too smart for that.” Chartan got up, poured water in a bowl and returned.

“You two have developed quiet a bond, have you asked Detrien how he feels about that?”

“Yes.” He rubbed a warm cloth in circles over my back, massaging me into submission.

“And?”

“He won’t let the horse go completely, he’s family, but he said if Carnival is in my care he’ll trust me to look after him.”

“That’s not like you Chartan.”

“What’s not?”

“Having to take care of family, growing roots, having another to ground you.”

He grunt.

I started to doze under the silence and strong methodical strokes over my body until Chartan used that rough silk voice. “I think you’re healed enough to teach you a lesson.”

He slapped my left ass cheek and let the sting reverberate from toes to nipples. I turned my head to him when the dip in the bed lifted. Chartan stripped off his coat and ducked under his shirt in teasing leisure. His arms, chest and stomach all defined male muscle accentuated the glory of this man that would be mine. I licked my lips in purposeful admiration and looked at the bulge of his pants.

“First, we’re going to wash your mouth out with cock.” He played with the top button of his trousers and took off his boots. “You’re going to learn that when you make a promise, you keep it.”

“Or not make one.”

He smiled and dropped his pants standing naked before me. “Good girl, you’re learning.”

“You just didn’t hear the full promise I made.”

“Don’t get facetious with me.” He slipped his body between my tied arms, nestling his ball and stick in front of my face. “Open.” He lifted me up and guided his hard cock in my mouth. I had nowhere to go but down. Not that I wanted to be anywhere else. My tongue wrapped around his girth and lubricated his cock. Chartan leaned his head back and moaned. “Don’t ever make me that angry again.”

I heard what he really meant--Don’t ever make me feel that helpless again, watching you walk into danger and being able to do nothing. I sucked, stroked and tried to move my head, but I was tied and he was lodged inside my mouth so far it was up to him to pump.

“Answer me.” He fisted my hair and I nodded and gurgled.

“Good.” Chartan unclenched his fist and smoothed a hand over my hair.

Tears streamed from my eyes and he shoved himself further down my throat, using the back of my head as leverage to rock back and forth, fucking my mouth. My pussy clenched at his ruthless use. Tilting my head, I looked up and saw Chartan’s face.

Drawing ragged breaths through his mouth, eyes closed, eyebrows pinched together in ecstasy, he was letting go of himself and giving me control enough to pleasure us both. I wanted to grab his ass and help him shove every inch of himself inside.

Instead I strained against my bonds. His savage pumping continued at a lascivious rate. It was hard to breath but I wasn’t complaining if this was his form of punishment. I’d give anything to see this man let go. My discipline was his vulnerability, completely losing himself to my assault against his closely guarded emotions. This was not a man who let many worship his body in this fashion. I made sure his cock was guarded against my teeth. All he felt was warm, moist and soft. My favorite limb of a man safe from harm and feeling only pleasure.

My jaw started aching when his cock expanded. I thought my lips would peel back and my jaw would crack to make room for him. Then his discharge surpassed my tongue all together as if I had a choice to swallow his cum. Chartan bellowed a short cry but stifled following moans. It was a triumph. His cock softened but didn’t shrink much as his fingers delicately stroked my lips and himself.

“I’m not done with you.” He untied my wrists so I could sit back. Then he untied my ankles and flipped me on my back.

“Stay.” He said.

“You don’t command me.”

“Yes, I do.”

“You’re a queen’s adviser.” I taunted the words. “I don’t have to listen to you.”

Chartan pounced on top of me, his face gone red, his eyes wild and his voice gravel and honey. “You’re as unruly as your uncle.”

For the first time, I was afraid of Chartan’s wrath but I refused to show fear. “There’s only one station above mine that can order me around.”

I watched as my round-about proposal sunk in. He watched me with a serious foreboding. The emotions flitted so fast I could barely keep up. Trepidation, calm, arrogance, denial, and finally something I couldn’t describe but had seen in the eyes of married men like Roy.

“King LeBeau.” He’d said it as if for the first time, not daring to before.

“Oh, please, like you didn’t plan for this outcome.”

He smiled and shrugged. “My wedding gift to you shall be Quenarre and its rightful monarchy delivered back to the people.”

Then he leaned down and kissed the breath from me.

This project has been so fun, I'm willing to do another! Won't you comment and let me know if you'd like to see a continuation of THE KING'S THIEF or something completely different?

Because I love the art so much, I'm putting Cynthia's work for THE KING'S THIEF below in the order of events. Won't you tell me which is your favorite illustration? Let me know in the comments!

This was the first online serialization I've done and have learned much! I'll be sure to make the next one more organized. Thank you for all your support!

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Participate by looking at illustrations #1 through #5 below. (Sorry the sixth illustration is not part of the collection, just art I found appropriate for the story)
Choose the illustration you like the most, calls to you the most or (if you've read THE KING'S THIEF) resonates with the story-in your opinion-the most. Basically, choose your favorite picture.
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#1

Chartan looking from the roof tops for Lady Dauphine, scouting exit routes and plotting his next move.

#2

Seducing a man is harder than one might think. Especially if that man is Chartan LeBeau. I didn’t know why the King of Thieves returned to Xaxyia after twenty years, but I’d recognized him the moment his doe-skin, silver-tipped boots stepped into my hall.

#3

“I know who you are Lady Dauphine of Quenarre, noble princess of the house Rouelle. I escorted you to safety here before the overtaking of our King. Do not chuff me off.”

#4

My movement swift, my aim true I lopped the weapons at Chartan’s heart.
The thief deflected one and caught the other. Then slammed me against the wall. The point of my own dagger scrapping against my chin.

#5

Looking over at the other ship I couldn’t help notice some of the most despicable rogues I’d ever seen. I looked to Chartan, who in turn, smiled at them in greeting.

*Disclaimer* This illustration below is not Cynthia's but is an ideal representation of Bowden.

With a wild fierceness in his eyes Bowden poured lightning bolt after bolt into Deacon Philip until the man stopped twitching. Then with a torn scream from Bowden, he slahed the air with his hand and Philip Deacon’s body ripped in half.

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12/7/2017

Story Update ♦ Pyromage (December 2017)

Book Review ♦ The White House Gets A Spanking

An AMAZING 5 of 5 stars

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EXCERPT

Warning: sexual content

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