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I love  a good spanking story, just read To Sir, With Love and you'd know how much. *wink* But this is not about M.E., this is London's story....






Spanked by the Bad BoyBad Boy Fever Series, Book 1London Saint James~ Decadent Publishing ~ Contemporary Erotic Romance (Spanking)
Spanked by the Bad Boy Official Long Blurb
As the personal assistant to the owner of one of the top engineering firms in Denver, Tiffany Brooks has worked hard at maintaining a professional façade, intent on ridding herself of terrible habits—like her attraction to bad boys. But when the owner of DC Construction enters her world two years after their one-time anonymous sexual encounter, everything turns upside down.
Declan Cage is the type of guy who makes a lasting impression, especially with women, yet the gorgeous assistant at Stoub Engineering never remembers his name—or does she? Intrigued by her game, her sexier than sin body, and an infuriating prissy attitude, Ms. Brooks is begging to be taken into hand, and he’s the man to do it.
Armed with the knowledge Declan doesn’t recognize her, will Tiffany give in to her desire for him yet again, or will her past come back to haunt them both and ruin their chance at something real?

Coming Soon From Decadent Publishing

Spanked by the Bad Boy ExcerptTiffany Brooks heard the familiar tocato-tocato-tocato sound of a purring motor. She swiveled in her office chair to look out the window and saw him park his custom chopper next to her car on the paved lot of Stoub Engineering.Straddling his chrome bike wearing chunky leather work boots, jeans, and a simple white T-shirt, Declan Cage set her heart to pitter-pat.She touched her chest and groused, “You’re not attracted to him, Tiffany.”Tucking a piece of sable brown hair behind her ear, she straightened her shoulders and put on her toothy-white smile.“Good morning,” she said when he entered the building.“Morning, Ms. Brooks.”She observed him coming toward her desk and willed her face to look pleasant, yet restrained. She needed to keep her gaze particularly uninterested in him although the smug politeness she plastered across her features was hard to accomplish. Declan had a swagger that made her want to gawk at him.“How are you today?” he asked.“I’m fine,” she said. “And you?”“Fabulous.”Her response was a blank-faced, “I’m sorry. I’m not good with names.”He crinkled his brow, and the muscle in his jaw flexed. Yeah. There it was. The look. She’d definitely gotten under his skin.“I’m Declan.” He turned slightly to show her his back and gestured over his shoulder toward the logo. The silver skull ring he wore on his thumb gleamed. “From DC Construction,” he said. She couldn’t help but notice the way his muscles bulged beneath the shirt.“Oh yes.” She waved her hand about.She knew who he was and had immediately recognized him the first time he sauntered into the office over a month ago. She’d played it cool then, and she’d play it cool now. Besides, revealing her little secret would be nothing but detrimental. Yet even if it were a dangerous game, she loved bugging the hell out of him with her “I’m bad with names” thing, especially since she imagined he wasn’t used to a woman forgetting him.Continuing with the “I’m a busy professional who’s not impressed by you” farce, she casually glanced at her laptop, flipped the lid closed, then looked back up at him. “How may I help you today?” “Matthew called me this morning. He said he left some plans here, and I should come by to pick them up.”“Plans for the Cherry Hills project, right?”Declan smiled, and his dimples made an appearance through the brownish stubble on his face. Tiffany shook her legs beneath her desk a couple of times then stopped the nervous movement, glad he couldn’t see them.“Yes,” he said. “For the parking garage.”She rolled her chair back and stood, sliding her hands down the sides of her hips, hoping to smooth out any wrinkles in her skirt and secretly wishing to bring attention to her curves. She removed her sweater so the silk and lace tank top hidden beneath could be seen. When she flopped the garment over the back of her chair, she straightened her spine and pressed her ample breasts out.“Follow me,” she said, tugging at the bottom hem of her shirt.Satisfied she’d given him a fairly good view of her hourglass figure, she glanced up. Declan stood beside her, and even though she wore four-inch heels, he towered above her. His height sort of intimidated her, but her body didn’t seem to impress him.Crap.He pulled a cell phone from the leather holder hooked to his jeans and stared at the screen. “Sorry,” he said in a bored tone. “I forgot to send a text.” His fingers tapped. He put the phone away in a lackadaisical manner. “Lead on.”Unwilling to let his lack of interest faze her, she gave Declan her back and walked. “The plans are in Mr. Stoub’s office.”“Super,” he said.She sashayed across the room with her chin held high, stopping at the marble counter across from the conference room and pointed toward the fancy coffee maker. “There’s fresh coffee. Can I get you some?”“No. I’m fine. But thanks for offering,” he said.“Mm.” She continued toward the office, Declan following behind her. “Well.…” After walking in, she eyed several elongated white tubes sitting on top of the oversized desk and gestured toward one wingback chair. “Have a seat. It will take me a second or two to find the right drawings.” She walked around the office furniture as Declan sat on the edge of the chair. Picking up one tube, she read the label. “Sawyer,” she said and set it down in too much of a rush. Her hand accidently hit the other containers. They jostled and started to roll. She tried to stop their momentum, but several of the cylinders went over the side and hit the ground. “Geez Louise.” Tiffany sidestepped and bent to get them.Declan had already jumped up to help her.“Here, let me,” he said, coming to her side and squatting next to her.When he reached for the mess, his right arm brushed against the top portion of her left shoulder. She sucked in a breath at the contact and thought her heart would stop from the frisson of energy snapping over her skin. Every part of her body became aware of him. He was potent. And virile. A rough, intoxicating man in his prime.Refusing to be reduced to a quivering weakling, she reminded herself he was only a man, akin to any other, and turned to see his face. “Thank you.”He met her gaze. “Anytime.”Those eyes. The color of the sea. Deep, blue-green, and fathomless.Who was she trying to kid? Declan Cage wasn’t just any man. She looked away and focused on something else.Tiffany fixed her attention on the clutter she’d created, but she was still watching him—staring at his large hands while he gathered up the blueprint holders. She licked her lips and pictured those hands on her body, fondling her.“I think this is what you’re here for,” she said and tugged one tube out of his grip. “Cherry Hills.” She turned the container around so the label faced him. He nodded. “I’ll trade you.” She switched her lone cylinder with his three, tucking one up against her side before she straightened and went to the desk. “I’ve tried to get Mr. Stoub to put these plans away and not keep them on his desk.”Carefully, Tiffany placed each blueprint tube alongside the others on the desktop and watched to make sure she wasn’t going to have any runaways. When she was satisfied they were going to stay in place, she glanced up.Declan had already taken the plans out and unrolled them, eyeing the specs where he stood.“This is exactly what I need,” he said.“Great.”He slightly turned the large parchment. The cords in his tanned forearms worked, jumping beneath the light smattering of crisp sun-bronzed hair. His biceps flexed. She focused on the tattoo. The tatt wandered up his right arm and kept going—the end hidden beneath the material of his T-shirt. She made a fist, trying to stop the itch to trace the colorful artwork imprinted on him, and studied the width of his shoulders and breadth of his chest instead. Compelled, her gaze lowered to his jeans. Oh, my. The denim was worn white in all the right places.

 Coming Soon From Decadent Publishing

About the Author:London Saint James has lived in many places, but never felt “at home” until she met the real-life man of her dreams and settled down in the beautiful Smoky Mountains of Tennessee. London lives with her husband and their fat cat who thinks he owns them. As an award-winning, bestselling, multi-published author, London is living her childhood dream. She knew all the scribbling she did, that big imagination of hers, and all those clamoring characters running around in her head would pay off someday.
London’s Links:Web: http://www.londonsaintjames.comBlog: http://londonsj.blogspot.comTwitter: http://twitter.com/LSJRomanceFacebook Author Page: http://www.facebook.com/pages/London-Saint-James/154331444626603Facebook Personal Page: http://www.facebook.com/LSaintJamesRomanceBad Boy Fever FB Fan Page: https://www.facebook.com/badboyfeverGoodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/LSJRomance

 July 23  -  Wendi  at Toots Book Reviews
July 24  -  Madison at  In Shadows July 25  -  Maggie Wells at Lusty Penguin  July 26 -   All Author Post with Brooke Blogs July 27 -   All Author Interview with Diane's Book Blog July 28  -  Maddie James at  Reviews by Crystal July 29  -  Evelyn Jules at Room With Books July 30  -  Bella Masters at Harlie's Books 
August 1  -  ARe Cafe  
August 2  -  Deal Sharing Aunt 
August 3  -  Em and M Books  
August 4  -  Sexy Between the Covers 
 I'd love for you to visit all the sites and check out our blog tour, especially July 24, when I'm over at 'In Shadows'. Sounds spooky, doesn't it? Don't forget to enter the giveaway featured with each blog stop - you know you wanna....

 SIX SEXY STORIES FOR HOT SULTRY NIGHTS Available Now!

 

We all know that the summers are long and hot. Are you ready for a HEATWAVE?

In a few weeks Turquoise Morning Press will be releasing six sizzling stories that will make your toes curl and your breath hitch.

To Sir, With Love is one of the featured stories. Other authors include Maggie Wells, Bella Masters, Wendi Zwaduk, Maddie James and Evelyn Jules.

To whet your appetite, I'd thought I'd give you a teaser from To Sir, With Love.

“Then let me welcome you to the company, Beth. Can I treat you to a coffee?” She blushed and stepped back. “Oh no, you don’t have to do that. I only wanted to thank you.” She glanced at her watch nervously. “My break is almost finished and I have to get to my desk. I wouldn’t want my supervisor to think I’m tardy after only three days.” Jonah felt his lip quirk up in a lopsided smile. “Yes, Miss Sanders. She may report you to the boss and you wouldn’t want to disappoint me. I would then have to administer some discipline.” Her quick intake of breath told him he’d struck a chord within. The doors of the elevator slid open and with a quick nod he entered. Turning around he noted she still stood, frozen in place watching him, looking demure in a beige cotton blouse, tucked neatly into a black skirt that hugged luscious curves. He felt a familiar tightening in his groin. She had no idea how hot she looked so prim and proper, especially when he had a vivid memory of rosy pink nipples straining against her corset. Nipples he’d love to roll between his teeth as he stroked her to an orgasm. “Good day, Miss Sanders.”
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I consulted the stars and chicken entrails... okay. I lied. Rafflecopter did it all for me.
We have a winner of the signed copy of According to Plan.

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I'm so excited to offer a signed copy of According to Plan , which is also part of the boxed set, Sex, Lies & Murder . When I was asked to be part of  Sex, Lies & Murder I jumped at the chance.
How fun is it to cavort (good word) around the different media sites with three other crazy authors.
To win a copy, follow the prompts and voila! You're entered.
Contest closes May 31, and all winners will be notified by Christmas (kidding)... I'll contact you in early June for details.

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With me in this fabulous boxed set are:

Bobbye Terry ~ Coming to Climax

Margaret Palmer returns to Climax, Virginia, a deceptively quiet country town where Southern charm hides long-buried secrets and evil lurks just beneath the surface of the daily routine. Frustrated and frightened, Margaret knows she will have to face Blue Moon, the only true love she ever had, and his adopted daughter, Carolina. More alarmingly, she may be forced to reveal a long-hidden secret - she's Carolina's biological mother. But, will her disclosure no longer matter when a psychotic serial killer, eliminating residents, spirals out of control, determined that Blue will be his last victim?

Christina Wolfer ~ Emotional Warfare

When highly classified military parts go missing from Libby Aerospace Technologies, Dana Porter is sent to Wyoming to resolve the issues and negotiate a new contract with the United States Navy Defense contractor. But first, she'll have to figure out why the parts are disappearing. The further Dana digs, the more dangerous things become, and when an ex-employee ends up murdered, she suspects someone is illegally exporting the goods.

Despite General Manager Nick White's resentment of Dana's presence, he cannot afford to lose the contract and knows she is his best bet in making sure that doesn't happen. He left Indiana over a year ago to get away from her. Now, she's scrutinizing every aspect of his business, finding inconsistencies he can't explain and awakening old feelings he thought long gone.

Together, they will race against time to stop the illegal exports and secure the contract, but with hearts and lives on the line, not everyone will walk away unscathed.

Maddie James ~ A Perfect Escape

Megan Thomas is running for her life. From Chicago, from the mob, from her controlling husband. She runs to the only place she ever felt at peace, a North Carolina barrier island she remembers from her childhood. Now she only wants to get lost -- lost in someone else's life. A new identity, soothing ocean winds, and a quiet existence are all she needs.

Smyth Parker is running from life. From the business he inherited, from society, from an ex-wife scorned. His only escape is the solitude of uninhabited Portsmouth Island. He doesn't want anything else. And he sure as hell doesn't need a complication name Megan Thomas.

When Megan fears she's been found out, she runs again -- straight into Smyth's arms. His isolated island home might finally be her perfect escape. Or is it?

Madison J Edwards ~ According to Plan

Welcome to the world of Shelby Stewart, P.I., who's been hired to find socialite, Harrison Grant. To complicate matters further, her ex-partner, Tank shows up looking for Harrison as well, albeit for a very different reason. Harry is the prime suspect in the grisly murder of a call girl in L.A.

That wouldn't be so bad, but Tank plans on staying at Shelby's house and makes it obvious he's quite willing to help her heat the sheets again. Shelby knows that sex with Tank is dangerous, fast and sometimes a little dirty. Now is not the time to become side-tracked.

Frustration becomes Shelby's newest partner as she makes plans to out maneuver Tank in their parallel quest. Tank, on the other hand, is always one step ahead of the game - and is not what, or who Shelby thought.

He broke her heart once before. This time she'll harden her heart. This time his sweet, slow kisses won't take her knees out from under her. This time she won't tumble into bed with him. This time it will all work out ~ According to Plan.

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My favorite hero for years was the character 'Rourke', featured in J.D. Robb novels. Powerful, mysterious, loads of stamina, *waggling eyebrows*, wrapped around a package laced with a hint of danger. I didn't think anyone could beat this powerful alpha male.

Until I read Karen Marie Moning's Highlander series.

I fell in love with all her male leads, one by one. Then she wrote a book about a male Fairy called Adam, who had cameo appearances in almost all her novels. He deserved his own book. A cast out Fae prince, with a touch of old world cynicism, mysterious accent, exuding sexuality and sensuality through every pore. Oh, and a hint of danger that makes our breath hitch and insides tremble with deep awareness.
 Hands down, the most sexy alpha male lead I had ever read about. But what sealed the deal for me on Adam, was his unwavering I-don't-care-if-every-woman-in-the-world-throws-herself-at-me-I-love-only-one-woman attitude.

That's what made him the winner. It's what almost every woman wants. Someone to love her to distraction.

I know I do.

Imagine these lips nibbling that
sensitive spot behind your ear...
*sigh*

What does cookie dough and writing have in common? Well, you'd be surprised. First let me tell you a story of when I first got married.

I couldn't boil water. I'm not joking. Thank goodness for Better Homes and Gardens 'The New Cook Book' - you'll notice the break in the word cookbook. Because this was a book for new cooks. Page 191 showed me how to make scrambled eggs. I also found Jean Pare's Company's Coming cookbooks and my marriage was saved.

Confident in my burgeoning skills as a cook, I decided to make my favorite cookies with one of my mother's recipes. How hard could it be, right? I pulled out all the ingredients, measuring cups and spoons and began to fill the bowl.

When the mixture was complete, I knew it should stick together in a big gooey lump. Mine was dry and kind of crumbly. I went back over all the ingredients, and hadn't missed a thing, so I did what any good cook would do - I called my mom.

We went over the dry ingredients. 1 1/4 cups flour - check. 1/2 cup sugar - check. 1/2 cup baking soda.... 'How much baking soda?' My mother asked. '1/2 cup.' I replied, reading from the handwritten recipe.

Given the tone, I knew that had to be wrong. My mom retrieved her copy of the recipe and came back to the phone laughing. Hers also said 1/2 cup, but she'd made the cookies for so long, she knew it was 1/2 teaspoon.

How is this like writing?

First you have to have the right ingredients. Characters and Plot are your flour and sugar, the main ingredients. Goals and Motivation are baking soda, butter or shortening and egg. They hold the Characters and Plot together. Without them, your story would be dry and flaky, and fall apart - like my cookie dough.

Finally, the spice of the story. Here's your cinnamon, or nutmeg. The chocolate chips and raisins. Conflict. How bland your cookies would be without the spice, and how boring your story would be without Conflict. We have to give our characters conflict or there's no purpose for them to move forward. No one wants to read how everyday at 7:30 you leave for work, and at 4:30 everyday you leave for home. Dull, dull, dull.

Let's add some spice. On your way home, you see two men hustle a struggling man into a long dark limousine. You follow the limo, your heart racing, palms sweating. Down a dark alley you watch as they pull the man out of the car, shoot  him point blank, then toss his body aside like the garbage littering the alley. Horrified you can't move. Your hands grip the steering wheel so tight they begin to cramp. Then, one of the men turns and sees you.

Which story would you rather read?

Leave a comment, and tell me which cookie dough you like to eat before it even hits the oven and I'll enter you for a chance to win a digital copy of According to Plan. Don't forget to include your e-mail address so I know how to contact you.

See you in the writer's circle.

This is the last installment to The Perfect Secretary series. We've read Troy and Sheila's story, followed by Jonah and Beth. Prepare yourself for Seth and Ava. Such a dark story, but where there is darkness, there is also light. 

This is a work in progress, but I thought I'd whet your appetite....

Blurb:Always the lone wolf, Seth has no plans to follow his business partners down the matrimonial trail. Then his past walked through the door of Club Breathless. He’s never forgotten the battered girl he and his Black Op team rescued eight years ago. All his protective instincts jump into high gear, but she’s quite able to look after herself and doesn’t want him interfering. Closing in on the hunt, he scents her interest and begins chipping away at her protective armor.After a kidnapping and brutal attack Ava Braxton has learned to be aware of her surroundings. Her defensive walls are insurmountable and she has no plans of living the white picket life with three point two kids and a dog, not if it means letting someone inside the inner circle. She’s content serving drinks at Club Breathless, so why does Seth Black, one of the Dungeon Masters, make her twitch in places she thought were dead? Excerpt:

     “Talk to me, Ava. What do you feel?”
      Nothing. Everything. She wanted him to stop. Stop making her feel. To go away and leave her in peace. The leather cuff pulled tight against her wrist as she twisted on the divan. Warmth flooded her lower region, her labia swelling in response. The scent of cinnamon filled her nose. Her back arched as the heat intensified.
       Turn it off. Find your center. Pain is only fear leaving the body.
      “Ava. What do you feel?” Seth’s firm tone broke through her concentration.
      “I… ahh…” She tried to close her legs, forgetting they were buckled to the divan. He placed his hand on her stomach and she settled. “I feel heat.”
      “No, my brave waya.”  His finger tapped her forehead. “What do you feel here?”
      Her eyes snapped open and she stared into Seth’s hazel ones, inches from her own. When she went to turn her head, he stayed her jerky movement with a firm hand. There was no escaping his dogged determination.
      “I feel uncomfortable.”
      For a moment his eyes hardened and Ava thought she might have seen regret. Regret for what? She didn’t know what he wanted. Why couldn’t he just get to the point and move on? Eager to please, she tried again.
      “I feel alone.”
      The merest hint of a smile softened his features.
      “How can you be alone when I am here with you?”
      Ava opened and closed her mouth. The words would not come out. How do you explain being alone in a crowd?