Fav Moments from Courting Her...3

This one is pretty heavy on the hopeful romantic aspect and fairly light on the female domination aspect. Kimberly surprises Alex with a house she picked out.

"You want to live with me?" Alex said.

Kimberly nodded. "Do you want to live with me?"

"Yes. Of course."

"Really think about it. No telling what tortures I might make you endure if you're my live-in servant."

"I've been thinking about it, but I didn't think you'd want to so soon."

Kimberly kissed him again. "What about the house, though?"

"If it's what you want."

"No. For a house, we have to decide together."

"Kimberly, when I see how happy it makes you, how could I not love it? I wouldn't want to live anywhere else."

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Fav Moments from Courting Her...4

From chapter 5 of Courting Her: Alex's first evening at Kimberly's
 
On her wall, there was a poster of Virginia Woolf, who Alex wouldn't have recognized--though he had read one of her books--except her name and the dates of her life were printed underneath. A red blanket lay over her bed with a precious mound of pillow at the top. Kimberly moved in front of a dresser, lifted from among every day dresser items--brushes, make-up containers, and a mirror--a black leather paddle. She held it up with the wide end facing him. "If you misbehave at my place, you won't get a kinky hand-spanking. You'll feel this."

"I'll behave."

 
"Go ahead and touch it."

Alex reached out and felt the business end of her paddle between his finger and thumb. It was firm and thick, and Alex knew it would be truly painful. He lowered his eyes then lifted them up to hers. "Kimberly," he said, "I love you."

 
"You think you love me?"
 
"I know I love you." He pulled out his note and handed it to her. "I wrote it in case I had trouble saying it."
 

She opened the note and read. She nearly blushed. "How can you know you love me already? I've barely done anything mean to you yet."

 
"I just know."
 
With her paddle in hand, she leaned in and hugged him, folded into him, and rested her head under his chin. She remained there nearly a minute, then she pulled her hands in and lightly pushed him the length of the paddle away. She gave him a thoughtful look. "After you've been over my lap, and felt this, I'm not sure you'll feel the same."

 "I still will."

 
"Well, let's find out. After dinner, you'll go over my lap for your first paddling."

"Yes, Mistress."

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Fav Moments from Courting Her...5

Okay, I'm so sorry for anyone following this countdown that there was such a long delay. (And thank you so much for following the countdown so far!!) The good news is my connectivity issues are resolved, so I'll be posting more consistently. The other good news is that the release date for my new book got moved up, so it will be out in a couple weeks. So I'm jumping from ten to five and resuming the countdown.

Okay, this is the morning after Alex wakes up with Kimberly in his bed. He serves her breakfast. When she leaves Alex follows her to the door to give her a goodbye kiss, naked.

"Kneel."

Alex dropped to one knee, then the other.

Kimberly let her skirt fall. She crossed her arms and frowned down at him. "I should tell you, I don't like the way you kneel. Both your knees should touch at the same time."

"Yes, Mistress." Alex bowed his head. With her skirt fallen back down, he felt silly again not wearing any clothes.

"Back up and try again."

Alex pushed himself back up, stretching to his full height. Then he dropped to his knees as Kimberly had instructed. He had to use his arms to keep his balance, and even still, he crashed to the floor awkwardly. Kimberly didn't look pleased. She stared down at him for a long time, her foot tapping the floor by his knee. "Hmm, I'm trying to decide if I should spank you for not kneeling properly."

Alex bowed his head. Naked and on his knees, he didn't feel he could protest. He could only wait for her decision.

"No, I should get going. Tell you what, you practice, and next time you see me, you can try again. If you do better, I won't have to spank you." 

Countdown of Fav Moments from Courting Her...10

Where else to start? With introductions! I don't have a firm date for my new female domination novel to be published by Pink Flamingo. Probably September, around ten weeks away, so I thought it would be fun to do a countdown by posting favorite moments from my first Pink Flamingo novel, Courting Her, published in June 2010.

These won't be ranked in order because I would feel bad choosing among them, and I've also eliminated a few favorite moments that would potentially spoil the story for people interested in reading it on their own. Here Alex sees Kimberly sitting in a coffee shop, approaches her, and earns an opportunity to sit at her table. When she leaves Alex asks if he can "get her number." Kimberly tells him to try that again.

"I would like to call you sometime. Could I have your number?" When she didn't respond after several seconds, he added, "Please?"

Kimberly reopened her notebook, fanned to the back and wrote. She tore the sheet out and handed it across. In fluid, flawless cursive, she had written: 'Kim,' her number, and 'Call tonight at 7:00.'

Alex read the message then looked up at her. "I will." As she stood, Alex rose to a bow. Lifting a black, shiny backpack, she slid her notebook inside and, feeding her arms through the straps, hoisted the pack onto her shoulders. She came around the table, smiling at him. When Alex said "goodbye," her smile lifted and she gave a slight nod, then she left without a look back.

After she left his sight, Alex looked around, having forgotten that the coffee shop was filled with other people, and now, he realized, expecting their applause. He sat back down and lifted her handwriting into the air.

The 'at 7:00' intrigued him. Strange enough that she would write a time at all, but particularly strange that she wrote the numbers instead of writing the word, 'seven.' Alex checked his watch. He knew already that he would call in six hours, forty-two minutes, and fourteen seconds when his watch face read 7:00.

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July Event at The Romance Review includes an Ebook giveaway of Bottoms in Love

Lots of books by many authors will be available, so please check out this fun event. A question about Bottoms in Love will be posted, and a huge hint about the answer is embedded in this brief excerpt. Thanks for checking it out and thank you to The Romance Review for putting on this event and thank you to my publisher, OC Press, for contributing a free copy.

From part two of Bottoms in Love: Heads

At last, they had another evening alone. They tried to enjoy dinner and each other’s conversation, but they couldn’t help but rush through dessert. They were both hurrying, both focused on the dime on the table between them. Lindsey pushed her plate aside, touched her silk napkin to her lips, and wiped her hands. She picked up the dime, and Carter leaned forward. With a flick of her thumb, she sent it in a tight spin about a foot above their heads. She caught it and swallowed it in her palm. Catching Carter’s gaze, she slapped the dime onto her forearm. Carter jumped and his eyes locked onto her hand, which she slowly raised.

“Yes!” Carter raised a fist in a mixture of excitement and relief. Lindsey gave him a sharp look and his arm fell, his fist opened. He stared down contritely.

“Wave the waitress over, very politely, and say, ‘My wife is ready for the check now, please,’” Lindsey instructed.

“Oh, honey, let’s not do the in-public stuff.”

Lindsey calmly held Carter’s look until he acquiesced. He located the waitress and gave her a respectful wave. When she came over, he repeated the words his wife had commanded. Carter became so immediately docile and nervous under his wife’s command, especially when she demonstrated her power in front of a pretty stranger. He blushed and bowed his head, drawing more attention to his servitude than might have been obvious to the waitress if he had managed any amount of decorum. The young lady was obviously amused, and Carter caught her exchanging a smile with his wife. He turned an even deeper shade of red.

Lindsey retrieved a credit card from her purse and, when the waitress returned, dropped it on the check tray. The waitress thanked her, gave Carter another wry smile, and left.

“I think she is enjoying this. Maybe we should invite her to stop by tonight. Do you suppose she’s ever seen a man beaten with a wooden spoon?”

“She probably hasn’t,” Carter said quietly, still blushing, his head still bowed.

“She probably would, tonight.”

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Real life moment from book

I admit I changed directions when I saw this woman coming. I had two ways to get to the same place in the same amount of time but I had already decided to take the first and she compelled me to take the second, just for the opportunity to cross her path. She had this powerful stride and beautiful smile. Confidence and kindness can mix at the right temperature to make me weak-kneed and get my submissive yearnings boiling.

So, I’m approaching her and I’m already self-conscious because I know I’ve completely re-mapped my path across the store. She couldn’t possibly know that, but rational thought isn’t keeping me from blushing. I’m trying hard to limit my discreet glancing, but at the same time, I don’t want to miss her. When I get next to her, I try to smile and nod, but I’m such a smitten disaster. The look I gave her must have been a terrifying combination of pathetic and creepy, but here’s the awesome part, she was absolutely beaming. She gave me extended eye contact and an awesome smile—a borderline grin—and a nod.

I really like to think she enjoyed that. Am I living in fantasy land? I realize women don’t appreciate having their asses stared at every time they go somewhere to get groceries, but there must be some gray area where women enjoy some polite attention?

I expect I’ll have a pleasant memory of this encounter for a long time. It reminded me of this moment for Alex in Courting Her, just before he meets Kimberly:

His favorite thing was to pass a girl walking up the sidewalk the other way, legs exposed for the first time that season in short jeans shorts or a colorful skirt, a backpack strapped over a tight short-sleeved T-shirt, and flash her a shy glance, letting his gaze linger long enough for her to notice. Then he would stare down at his shoes. A blush would fill his face that he wouldn’t need to fake, and then her light blush would follow. Only her chin would not droop but lift up. She would smile, inspired by the compliment of his attention, and not look back at him. A moment like that, on the right day, felt a lot like love.  

Why I don't drop links (A blog for Ferns)

I’m shy about dropping links because I’m worried people will think I just want them to buy my books. I enjoy participating in discussions on blogs, but I totally do want people to buy my books. More than that I want people to read them and enjoy them. I want people to love them. I want those people to bury me in emails and ask questions and tell me their thoughts and opinions, their feelings. I want them to show up at my house like they know me. I want to invite them in and let them play cards while I cook for them and feed them, and I’ll eavesdrop and hope discussions about my books erupt like flash flood rains. I want to hear which parts made them laugh, which parts made them cry, and which parts made them cum. I want to be in the blood streams of my readers and explore while they read to see where they tingle. I want them to tell me when Kimberly gave them a cute look or said something funny and I want to return to the exact moment I discovered her giving it or saying it to me, and I want to sound completely removed from my writing of her, and simply marvel at her, with them. And I want them to tell me they love her, and I want them to listen while I tell them I love her, too.

But that would be pretty needy, so I usually don’t drop links.