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Wednesday, October 1, 2014

A Few Crazy Ways to Stay Creative by Kiki Howell

I’ve heard it said that to keep creativity flowing (or even to get it to start again) you need to be creative in another way. And, I mention it because it’s long worked for me. You need never stop creating even when you’re not feeling very inspired in your current craft. It’s at those points especially that you need to make something out of your comfort zone. Why? Well, because in doing so you give yourself permission to fail. In fact, you expect to fail. So, that horrid inner critic is silenced and your creativity can just flow. Plus, I truly believe for creative people, making something, anything, breeds happiness.
As an author, I don’t get writer’s block anymore. If the fears take hold, and I start to back down from my current manuscript, then I move to another creative outlet. Before I know it, I’m back to writing again with the creative juices overflowing. Honestly!
I have a lot of different ways I do this. One is by drawing. I’m not very good at it, but the sound of the pencil on the paper comforts me. So, I’ve taken a few art classes, and I’ve kept the stacks of drawing instruction books that my boys had when they were young. I have no expectations of what the picture will turn out like. I just begin. Really, I just scratch away. And, I find myself smiling! Confidence is gained through the fact that no one will ever see it. I won’t have to polish it up and submit, and it will never be up for review!
When I’m done, I like to snap a picture of the drawing and play with it on www.picmonkey.com . But, you can us whatever photo altering program you like. This one if free and fun. I crop the picture, add an overlay, play with the saturation, maybe add an effect, and so on.  Here’s a witch, a grim reaper and a headless horseman I’ve done.  I picked October-themed, of course :)

Sometimes I get out my camera and set up a photo shoot. Doesn’t matter with what. One day I emptied my spare candle drawer, burnt the candles, messed with the drips, and then shot a few pictures. Of course I went to Picmonkey afterwards! I came up with a whole set of what I call Candle Mess pictures.
How can you do this? Well, there are countless ways. For example, if you write stories, well then write a song. This is not about learning the art, or mastering a new craft. This is permission to let yourself fail. So what if you don’t know anything about song structure? Write the words in your heart. Expect nothing. Sit down at a piano or pick up a guitar and play badly to go along with it. Or sing it a cappella and dance it out. Whatever!
Sometimes I just go walk around a craft store until I’m inspired and I buy something to try something new. I’ve gotten a friend to teach me to knit.  Again, I do a lot of basic stuff, and I have to watch my hands, but I like to hear the needles click. I’ve watched YouTube videos to crochet a snowflake. Of course I made three of those and that ended that, but hey, I did it and they hang proudly on the tree each year since. I’ve made jewelry, scrapbooked, made floral arrangements, and even tried an excessive cake recipe or two. Of course, the cake that took me all day people liked and insisted I make again, but sadly I’ve lost the recipe now *winks*
Really, it doesn’t matter fs you don’t have an iota of talent for what you are doing. Do it anyway!  Cut pictures out of a magazine and make a college. Buy a kid’s craft kit. Just enjoy it. That’s the point! Just be creative! Creativity breeds creativity. I believe this works for any type of creativity. You’re a songwriter with a great verse but only two of the choruses, then paint a ceramic figure. You’ve lost your desire to write your blog, choreograph a dance to your favorite song.

I jot down ideas sometimes. I still have yet to make an artistic journal or a modern chapbook. But, I’ll get there eventually. So, go on, try something! Then, stick around and check out all of the books I have on sale this month, my giveaway, etc.


For the month of October a couple of my witchy shorts are available for only $0.99. These are limited time sales - on both my paranormal erotic romance Spelled and my pagan erotic romance Working Out the Kinks - to celebrate the October releases of two new shorts - an erotic, dark fantasy horror story called A Violent Seduction and a much sweeter paranormal erotic romance called Soul Lights, A Hallowe’en Romance of an Erotic Danse Macabre – both of which will also be only $0.99.

Of course I’ll throw in a few extras along the way!

First, I’m having a sort-of BOGO Sale incentive. Just buy one of these books, review it (hey, one to two sentences is good with me), and email me at howell.kiki@gmail.com with the link to the review and the name of the second book in this collection that you would like free. I’ll send it your way :)

Second, I have a giveaway. I’ve just created a new account on Twitter, so anyone who follows me on Twitter up until October 30th will be entered for the chance to win either

~a copy of my witchy suspense novel, Hidden Salem, ebook or print, your choice
Or
~DVD copies of two of my favorite witchy movies to re-watch in October, Practical Magic and The Covenant

If you are not on Twitter, hey I understand, I resisted forever, simply comment below for a chance to win.

Here’s all the book info!
A Violent Seduction
Blurb:
When David stumbles into Myrissa’s Wiccan Supply Shoppe — the man bruised and bloody, complaining of strange occurrences and true night terrors — she agrees to help him. After studying his clouded aura and listening to his story, she believes he’s been cursed, bound to a succubus.

Agreeing to come home with him, cleanse his apartment and try to banish the sexual predator, she gathers her supplies. What she witnesses and battles though proves darker and more seductive, than she could’ve ever imagined. Will her magic be enough? Or will she also fall prey to the dark and violent seduction of a demon?

Warning: This story is Dark Erotica/Dark Fantasy Horror involving a succubus. It contains a mix of sex and violence as well as mind control and magic during such acts.
Genres: Dark Erotica, Horror
Available Now at Amazon and Barnes & Noble

Soul Lights, A Hallowe’en Romance of an Erotic Danse Macabre
Blurb:
Lighting a soul light in a cemetery on Hallowe’en hoping to catch a glimpse of her mother in the danse macabre, Nina’s sadness weighs her down. Then something shimmers on the edge of the tree line. Called to it, she lets a spirt whose flesh is hot and solid but invisible, like no spirit she’s encountered before, lead her into the woods.

With sensations of Deja Vu, she immediately trusts him but knows not why. Wanting that dangerous reach for life that comes only through skin on skin contact, she gives into her needs, outside, against a tree, at the whim of this spirit who feels like a real flesh and blood man. But, secrets await her once Kailen’s spirit materializes fully. And, who steps through the portal next with a Hallowe’en gift will change her life forever…
Genres: Erotic, Paranormal Romance; Hallowe’en
Available Now at Amazon and Barnes & Noble

Spelled
Blurb:
When Sandra’s aunt discovers a dark and disturbing spell during a ritual in her store, Sandra flies to California at her families urging. What she never expected was a dark-haired, silver-eyed man to walk into the store and propose the most insane of ideas to her - that they were spelled, generations ago, by a dark warlock. 

The implications of this history lesson are as complicated as they are startling, and their only options are not all that clear. Real or magick, there is an obvious attraction between Sandra and Daniel. Together their powers are strong, and their options appear limited.
Sandra and Daniel have only one night to find a way to not only to save their families magick, but also to save the earth from a magick-al catastrophe. They must put their minds, their bodies, their magick, and maybe even their hearts on the line, or all could be lost.

Genres: Paranormal (Witches), Erotic Romance, Suspense 
Available Now at ExcessicaAmazonBarnes & Noble and All Romance Ebooks, etc. 

Working Out the Kinks
Blurb:
The First Book In The Erotic World Of Pagan Romance

Can an unconventional sex life a couple experimented with before their breakup be the one thing that might just spark life back into their relationship after months of being apart?

Can a sex magick ritual combined with this BDSM lifestyle help a man win back the woman he loves?

Can he earn back her trust by putting her in a situation where she has to trust him with her safety and emotional well-being?

Making an appointment with his ex-girlfriend under a fake name, David buys himself one hour to get her attention. Hoping to apologize and remind her of their time together, he intends to do whatever he has to in order to make Meredith, a practicing Wiccan, forgive him for being idiot enough to have listened to those around him and choosing his political aspirations over love.

Meredith is resistant to let David anywhere near her heart again. Desperate, David plays all his trump cards and suggests a sexual magick ritual that incorporates the BDSM lifestyle he and Meredith used to experiment with. The methods he uses may be unconventional, like sensory deprivation and sensation play intended to build trust and to achieve altered states of consciousness. David is more than willing to do whatever it takes if he can just get Meredith to agree.

Will Meredith give in to David and put the past behind them?
Can David truly give everything he has ever known and strived for in order to be with his beloved witch?

**Based on real Pagan traditions and celebrations, “The Erotic Pagans Series” brings erotica and romance to reality, and shares the passion of erotic romance in the lives of Pagans with everyone.**

Genre: Contemporary, Erotic Romance, Wiccan/Pagan
Available Now at NNP StoreAmazon, Barnes & Noble and ARE

Thursday, September 25, 2014

Change is coming


If you remember last month I spoke about my ongoing fight with the demon called depression, but for those of you who missed it here is the link:


Well since then I have been doing a lot of thinking, soul searching and too much feeling sorry for myself and because of this my writing has suffered and I feel I am letting my publisher, Naughty Nights Press and Mistress Gina down and for this I truly apologize.


So this, as well as an unexpected letter from my doctor, resulted in me going for a health check and being told, in no uncertain terms, I am living life on the edge of heart disease, diabetes, possible heart attacks and possible strokes I have decided things have to change.


Now after all the years I have drifted through life unhealthily change, to me, seemed impossible but so far I have manage to add fruit, salad, fruit juices etc to my diet while cutting out the fatty, fried, greasy crap which was leading merrily towards hospital and/or a casket.
Yes my depression is still trying to hold me back but I am fighting against it and, although I haven't come up with the beginnings of any new work, I have had a few ideas, all in the GLBT genre which I am known for, which will hopefully get my writing back on track as well.


I want to thank everybody who did read last month's post, especially those who commented with their positive vibes, and I now believe I, J S Morbius, am finally able to see a small chink of light in the darkness and that can only mean one thing


I'm Back, back again
Morbius is back
So tell your friends



Thank you 

Tuesday, September 16, 2014

A Million Word Count Book

Ever hear of Alan Moore? He's known for creating the comics "Watchmen" and "V Is For Vendetta". Well, he just wrote his second novel, entitled "Jerusalem". You're either yawning about now, or you're psyched because you love his comics. I have a fun reason for mentioning this guy.

"Jerusalem" runs to more than 1 million words.

Wow! We're talking doorstop here. Cinderblock. Lethal weapon. To put it in perspective, The Bible is about 770,000 words long. "Varney the Vampire" is about 667,000 pages. "Atlas Shrugged" comes in at 645,000 words (I always knew Ayn Rand was long-winded.)."War and Peace" is approximately 560,000 words long. Moore said this about "Jerusalem" in 2011: "Any editor worth their salt would tell me to cut two-thirds of this book but that's not going to happen. I doubt that Herman Melville had an editor – if he had, that editor would have told him to get rid of all that boring stuff about whaling: 'Cut to the chase, Herman'."

He doubts people will even be able to pick it up.

I've written one of those tomes. My erotic romance novel "Don't Call Me Baby", and it's published by Naughty Nights Press. It's not nearly as long as 1 million words, but coming in at 180,000 words, it's pretty hefty. That's nearly 400 pages. I don't go as far as giving detailed descriptions of whaling, but I do give some very detailed and erotic descriptions of sex. After all, this is a contemporary romance novel. Here's my blurb:

It's 1983 in Maryland and Catherine Stone is sex on wheels. She plays the field the way men have done for aeons. Not content to strive for her MRS. degree like so many young women her age, she seduces men of all stripes. Does she meet her match in a new man who introduces her to sexual bliss she had never before experienced? When she tries multiple partners and bondage for the first time as a submissive, she believes she's found the sexual bliss she is looking for – and with a man who not only introduces her to the fineries in life but also cares about her like no man ever has before. DON'T CALL ME 'BABY' is a fast-paced, quick-witted, and sexy novel about a young woman exploring her sexuality and the cultural morés she collides with on a daily basis.

Are you tired of paying good money for books you think are too short? "Don't Call Me Baby" is coming out in print soon, so you'll have a chance to have your own copy of a fun, sexy, and big book. Keep an eye on my Facebook page and my web site for updates.

Oh, and in case you were wondering, the longest book in the world is "Artamene ou le Grand Cyrus" by Georges and/or Madeleine de Scudery. Published in the mid 1600s.

The book is 2,100,00 words long.

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Here's where to find me on the web:

Elizabeth Black - Facebook

Elizabeth Black - Twitter

Elizabeth Black - Amazon Author Page


Thursday, September 11, 2014

Aussie Authors, American Publishing World

Image courtesy of Phoenix Johnson
It's a challenge. There are more differences than you realise between Australia and America. I've been navigating those differences for a couple years now and I still trip over at times. Particularly since I do a lot of writing for stories and for university.

I'm actually over at the Mocha Milieu with fellow Aussie Naughty Nights Press author Sherry Tooker on the 14th at 8:30EST (15th from 10:30am for my fellow Australians) discussing some of these difficulties that we come across regularly. We'll also be sharing tidbits from our writing, and sharing some pictures so come on over and join in on the conversation. You might even win some prizes!

In the meantime, I have some exciting news. Persephone, my paranormal fantasy novel, has just been offered a contract with Naughty Nights Press. I'm in the process of writing up the blurb and shortened synopsis before I return the signed contract, but I'm very pleased that Persephone has found a home with NNP. I'm so excited to get her primped and preened and ready to present to the world! How about a little taste? (Note: Temporary blurb!)

Persephone is a young woman living a hard life, betrothed to a man she doesn't love and serving a family who doesn't see her as one of them. She has been assaulted, accused of being a witch, her true love killed and now she's on the run with the man who has always treated her like a real daughter. She's scared, hurt and confused, but leaving her childhood home is only the start of her journey. What will she find at the end of the road? What secrets will be revealed as she tries to figure out who she is? Will she ever find love again?
"Heretics" image courtesy of Flickr user Roberto Condado

He moved his hands up her arms to rest on her shoulders and shifted closer. She thought that if she was to take a deep breath, her breasts would brush his chest, something she wasn’t sure was such a good idea with her body acting as it was. She opened her mouth to say something, though the thought wasn’t fully formed, and he boldly moved in for a kiss. She stiffened momentarily, but then melted against his chest, her arms snaking around his waist to pull him even closer.

Her body was on fire. Closing her eyes, she drifted on the sensation, returning his kiss with gentle passion. Adrian cupped her sore cheek tenderly, placing his other hand on her back. Persephone was in rhapsody. She’d been on chaperoned dates with the Mayor’s son, and he’d attempted to kiss her, clumsily fondling her body as his slurped over her mouth unpleasantly. Those experiences had seen an end to sexual desire before it even really began. But sharing this kiss with Adrian awoke in her a beast of sexual heat, hungry and desperate for satisfaction.

This is crazy, she thought. I barely know this man, I shouldn’t be kissing him! Pulling away from him, she tried to catch a breath as disappointment flooded her.

“I’m sorry,” he said. “I don’t know what came over me.” She shook her head, hand covering her mouth as though to trap the sensation of the kiss. “That’s fine, I – I can’t say I didn’t enjoy it.”

Phoenix Johnson is an Australian author who has always had the passion for the written word. She had her nose in at least one book ever since she could read and would even scrutinize the back of the cereal box every morning at breakfast. It was only natural she take up writing.
After reviewing a few delicious titles for Naughty Nights Press as she wrote her first title, The Wolf in the Neighborhood, Phoenix was of one mind to submit it to NNP, and she hasn't looked back. The Return of Their Master now joins her first title for sale, and both books are receiving great reviews. Phoenix feels that being invited to write for the NNP blog is a great honour, and loves being part of the team!
You can get in touch with Phoenix on Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, Pinterest, Tumblr or view her website here, or buy her books direct from Naughty Nights Press, or other good ebook distributors.

Tuesday, September 9, 2014

Dogging along - Gemma Parkes

Park ‘n’ Ride started life as a cheeky dogging story entitled ‘Good Doggy’. This was one of my earlier books and was a best seller for over a year. The success of ‘Good Doggy’ encouraged me to write a sequel ‘Good Doggy Two’ and then two more dogging/voyeuristic stories to create an anthology ‘Park ‘n’ Ride’. The title is of course a play on words and taken from the very British way of cutting down traffic in our busy cities.
There is a part of me that is fascinated by voyeurism the idea of watching live sex is exciting in the extreme. If the venue is dark, decadent and outdoors I find it even more thrilling! Perhaps this idea appeals to many of us as ‘Park ‘n’ Ride’ continues to outsell all my other books.
Picture the scene…
Natalie watched as a camper van pulled into the clearing. It parked right in the middle and all four doors opened. Out stepped two females and two males, they opened up the back and started to unload various items. They brought out a rolled up sheet of what looked like blue foam and laid it down on the tarmac. Next a plastic cool box was carried and placed to one side of it. Finally a large CD player was set down next to the cool box whereupon one of the men set to work selecting tracks to send out into the clear night air whilst the other plugged in two large speakers.
People started to alight from their cars now. Rob came round to Natalie’s side and took her by the hand to join the mostly male crowd that was forming a circle around the new arrivals. A slow, pulsing beat emanated from the speakers and the two girls stood side by side on the soft foam. They removed their coats and Natalie let out an involuntary gasp as she realised that they were both totally naked underneath. One of them took a large bottle of oil out of the cool box and the girls tipped it into their hands before rubbing it rhythmically into their naked bodies until they gleamed in the moonlight. Rob came behind Natalie and held her close.
                       
Maybe you would prefer to watch from a distance further away? Crouch down behind some bushes like Danny and wait…

With Amber safely locked inside the car, Danny made his way stealthily towards the sound of the music and the flickering lights.
Pausing to duck down behind a large overgrown briar he saw a clearing not 15 meters away. The music appeared so much louder now. It was a thudding drumbeat, the tremors seemed to be rising up through the very ground he crouched on. Danny saw that the flickering lights he had seen previously were in fact coming from the dancing flames of what looked like a campfire. There were several people standing around. All males as far as he could see. They were gathering around something in the centre, talking in low, excited voices.
Suddenly a gap appeared as two of the men walked away to collect something from their bags. Danny’s breath caught in his throat as he saw a beautiful, naked woman stood in the middle of the men. She was dancing provocatively, her long black hair swaying in the cool breeze of the night. As Danny’s eyes adjusted to the flickering light he could see that the men were holding lighted flame torches towards her body but not touching her. She sashayed around them, teasing and enticing, dodging the flames by twisting and turning her body.

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Thursday, September 4, 2014

More or Less Sex in M/M

Thanks for checking in with me today. I’m discussing sex in m/m and should there be more books sex or less? We had a discussion on a friends page a few weeks back and plenty of readers chimed in. With all the different responses, I decided I’d add my two cents about what I’ve seen as a reader as well as an author.

Let’s start out with the reader side of me. The reader in me likes a lot of sex. I want sex dripping from the pages and I want it so hot, my toes curl and I get that warm feeling in my gut. That being said, I like it to go along with the plot. Not page after page with no real direction and not for the sake of throwing it in there either. There has to be a reason why my two characters get together. Are they drawn to one another because of attraction? Or is it that and the fact they lost someone in their lives and are looking for the next special someone. Do they hate one another at first then eventually fall in lust or love?

The author in me is much the same, but lately I like to make my characters wait until they’re completely crazy for one another before I allow them to go to bed. Yes, it’s like punishment for them and even sometimes for me. *laughs* I can feel the tension between the characters and when I get done writing a chapter, I tell them and my muse we all have to wait. *sigh* Yep, I like them to be just about ready to explode when they’re finally ready for the first bedroom scenes. And when they do get there, I try my best to make it satisfying for all of us. Not an easy feat when you think about it. And then try making it original. Good luck with all that, but I do try. *smiles*

So, in conclusion, I have to pose it to you the audience. Do you like more sex in your m/m or less? Or are you like me, sex happens because of the plot and making them suffer is better. Let me know your thoughts.

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Funny I’d feature my first erotica m/m here. My MC is kidnapped and thoroughly pleasured by his captor!

I don't like to play by the rules and I don't take no for an answer!

I'm JKaye, a fan, no make that super fan, of Lucifiera's lead singer Zander Lukes. I've wanted this man more than breathing but here's the problem; he doesn't know I exist and they're watching him like a hawk.

It’s a mission I must undertake to fulfill my dream. Regardless of the situation I plan to kidnap the biggest heavy metal singer in the world and make him my bitch for a weekend.

WARNING: Strong male/male sexual situations many might find highly objectionable.



Excerpt


    Checking the clock on the wall, I was getting bored waiting on show time. The opening acts were running late because their bus broke down on the way into New York.
    Bummer for them. To be perfectly honest, they sucked.
    But the record company decided to throw them on the bill with me. Cool kids but they truly sucked at music. No, I don’t make the rosters for these tours and nor do I care to. If it were up to me, it would just be Lucifiera and I’d fill the time with exotic dancers of the male and female variety.
    No worries, that idea is in the works since I mentioned it to our management. That may take some time but it will get done. I’ll make doubly sure of that.
    Fifteen minutes until and the voices inside my head urged me to wreck something. Listening to Sex Type Thing always put me in that kind of mood which is why I have it blasting through the speakers before every show.
    You may ask, why that tune when it’s not that much older than me?
    I suppose I like the sleaze, the lyrics which sound so devilish and yet so captivating at the same time. It sounds as if it’s coming from a man in command and or control even though through history, we can see Scott really didn’t have a firm grip on much of anything. And like him, I wanted someone to be my lay before and after the show but groupies bored the hell out of me.
    Sure, they came in all colors, sizes, and genders, but none of them held my interest.
Right now, I wanted someone exciting, someone to push my limits, get my motor running on all speeds and that wasn’t going to be found with the girls brought by the roadies to please Zander Lukes.
    Yes, I said roadies because I couldn’t be bothered with picking my partner or partners for the evening. Besides, all I did was kick them out after they swallowed my cum anyway. I don’t do the lovey dovey cuddle thing with one-nighters at all. None of them deserved it anyway.
    What I wanted was a strong man, willing to go really far, and take me where so far out of myself that I might not want to come back. And believe you me it would take a lot to do that since in I’ve freaking owned the effin block.
    Have I done all the dirty? Just about.
    Am I willing to go further? Most definitely.
    In my mind, kinks are only the things you dare not talk about with strangers for fear you might have to hurt them. The acts that most find frightening or repulsive but who cares? If it’s what you like then you should do it.
    My kinks range from bondage to brutal sex and everything in between. If only I could find the one to show me the real world beyond those doors.


BLMorticia is currently a published writer with Naughty Nights Press and Rebel Ink Press. She entertains her readers with hot and smexy sex, humor, and lots of swear words. She attempts to incorporate metal music or the military in most of her works. Nothin’ sexier than metalheads or military servicemen and women! She also writes a biweekly column on Blak Rayne Books and blogs on the First Thursday of the month at NNP Blog. For more info, please visit, Erotica With Snark

Monday, September 1, 2014

Bad Girl...You Need a Spanking

And God knows I do. I'm lucky enough to get at least a few when I need them and they help center me. I can refocus allowing me to garner a little more patience, stop being a bitch at times. AT TIMES. I have to laugh. I have a Sir, one who does try to give me the needed discipline so... In doing spanking stories, I realize how many people truly crave being taken in hand - especially women but not only women. When I realized and admitted my deep hunger, a need that few can understand, the embrace was life changing. Still, you have to find the right partner in your life to trust enough so you can allow your fears and reservations about this alternative lifestyle out. Mmmm... Can  you? Do you hunger? You know how I feel.

In writing Spankdown and the subsequent Spank Me series, I realized I am truly bringing the desires of so many people to the forefront. We all know we have to follow rules and when we don't - well, we do deserve harsh punishment. Right? Spank Me is going to bring you many a scenario, allowing you to become a voyeur in the lives of others who finally realize they have to have spankings in their life. The second in the collection is all about the office and one very naughty employee. We've all had one of
those - right? Come take a taste...

Spank Me - Enticed Motivation


“Gavin can I talk with you for a few minutes?”
Gavin Bellows could tell his assistant was overtly agitated by her clipped tone, the hint of arrogance in her voice. While Stacy was normally very calm, taking everything the almost always difficult advertising world had to offer in stride, today was not one of those days. A quick glance at her crimson face and white lips confirmed his diagnosis. She was fucking pissed off. “What’s wrong?”
“May I be frank?” Huffing, she came all the way into his office, slamming the door behind her.
As his computer monitor swayed he raised his eyebrow, tossing his pen over the keyboard. Somehow he didn’t think he was going to get any additional work accomplished for a while. “Of course. My door is always open.” Except when slammed closed by an irate employee.
“Good. Great. I’m glad.” Folding her arms Stacy paced back and forth in front of his desk, her eyes flashing.
He followed her path for a full minute with his eyes before clearing his throat. “Do I need to be here for this?”
Stopping short she snorted. “Don’t take up for her.”
“For whom?” Now he was growing agitated, although he had no doubt the person Stacy was getting ready to spew about. Everyone in the office had a beef with the employee in question.
“You know who I’m talking about. That two faced, nasty, wretched snake in the grass bitch on high heels.” Her eyes opening wide, she slapped her hand across her mouth, a blush creeping up from her neck.
Gavin had to admit he was growing weary of fielding nasty comments, concerns from clients, pointed emails and overall bad attitudes embroiling the staff. The air of discord was attributable to one person, one very formidable woman – Christina Fontaine. “What did Christina do this time?”
“Remember Mr. Johnson, senior Mr. Johnson?” she asked as she closed the distance to his desk, leaning over and giving him a pointed look.
“Yeah. He’s the grand-pappy of our biggest client. Why are you asking?”
“Because,” her voice dripped with sarcasm, “Christina took it upon herself to tell him off in front of his grandson, two other members of their Board of Directors as well as our receptionist that their latest product didn’t appeal to pretty much anyone and that his ways were stodgy or as I was told, she mentioned he was going down with a hard thud.”
“What?” Gavin realized he was moving to a standing position, albeit on shaky legs. His firm was already inching day by day toward the red, expenses way too high and income not nearly where it had been even a year before. To even think about pissing off a client, especially one who’d been their only gravy train for years was reprehensible. “I’m sorry. Repeat what you said.”
“I don’t think you want me to nor do you want to hear their response. Do you?” Stacy asked as she shook her head. “The woman is a true menace to Bellows and Mathers.”
Soon to be Bellows, Mathers and Fontaine. The thought was sickening. Christina had earned her stripes over the years but was growing increasingly difficult to work with. Something had to give or he’d be forced to make a decision he very well could regret – one way or the other. “I know Christina has been experiencing some issues as of late but her ideas are spot on, her instinct right on the money and she’s made a lot of money for this firm.”
“Since when?” A wry smile crossed her face.
To be challenged by a twenty something year old assistant really got his goat. As a trickle of sweat oozed down the back of his neck he sighed. This was one of the ‘no one was going to see him space or freak out’ moments. ‘I appreciate the fact you brought this to my attention. I’ll have a talk with Christina and find out if there’s something going on we’re not aware of. There are twists and turns in advertising, Stacy.”
“Twists and turns? You mean like the possibility she needs a cat scan or better yet a swift kick to the ass? There’s a twist for you. She gets the boot.” As if realizing she was way out of line she looked away and grimaced. “I’m sorry. I’m…no pretty much everyone is just really frustrated and no one has the balls to talk to you. Go figure.”
Well, Stacy certainly did. “I’m glad you feel you’re able to.” Gavin walked around his desk and smiled, giving her his most confident look. Inside he was seething, his patience at the end of what had been one long and frayed rope. Christina was a fine Vice President when she wanted to be, but had never garnered the respect of the employees, even day one. Now this? “Go back to work and I’ll take everything you said into consideration.” He was keenly aware he sounded more like a practiced politician than the owner of one of the most well known advertising agencies on the East Coast.
“Hmm… Okay. I appreciate you listening.” Stacy’s words were sincere but her look was cautious. To date no one had dressed Christina down for any of her bad behaviors.
He walked Stacy to the door, keeping the smile plastered on his face. “By the way, we have a staff meeting in the morning. If you will, remind everyone via email.”
“Certainly Mr. Bellows.”
Certainly Mr. Bellows. The girl was beyond pissed and didn’t believe he’d do anything. Well bully for her. After closing the door and walking back to his desk, he stared out the window for a few minutes. What in the hell was he supposed to do? He didn’t want to fire Christina. Pretty much two other agencies were ready to scoff her up, gleaning every bit of her expertise as they began the climb to the top. Right now that wouldn’t be tough to do.
Sitting down slowly he tapped the top of his desk. They were in a complicated position given the
two new contracts they were vying for. Any concept there were issues within the company could knock them out of contention. The truth was he’d counseled Christina, or at least attempted to, on more than one occasion. Nothing seemed to work with her. She remained arrogant, pig headed and overtly opinionated.
Granted, having fucked her on top of his desk after one late night meeting certainly might be part of the problem. Gavin closed his eyes, remembering the tasty moment with delight as well as chagrin. She was as much of a wild cat in bed as she was in business. What the woman needed was someone who could control her, reign her in, and he was determined to be that man. However, his tactics needed to change.

SYNOPSIS
How hard do you need your spanking?

Who knew an old fashioned spanking was a motivation tool? Spank Me was a highly respectable corporal punishment firm, catering to providing hard spankings in any method – that is for a price. After reading the vivid and very detailed brochure on corporal punishment methods, Gavin Bellows was convinced the methodology was perfect for one very naughty employee. Christina Fontaine was intelligent, damn good at her job and yet one mouthy woman, alienating every employee with her ballsy attitude. Complaints on the rise, something had to give. On the firing block, Gavin was ready to terminate her position, until a wild idea formed in the back of his mind, an inspiration no doubt crossing the lines.

Christina hungered for a man she had no business of flirting with, yet she couldn’t get Gavin off her mind, her behavior bordering on ridiculous and dominating. Her fantasies about the rough-hewn man were off the charts. After crossing the line one too many times, she knew her ass was on the line. Determined to win back his favor as well as his heart, she finagled her way into a harsh agreement in order to keep her job. Or so she thought. Little did she know Gavin had the upper hand. A weekend in the country proved to be more than just a method of control, and her entire concept regarding work ethics and relationships was challenged. Harsh discipline…but the question was, could she handle the heat?

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Kisses and spanks
Cassandre