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Welcome to Spankee Doodle 2014!
For those in the northern hemisphere, summer is here! What better way to celebrate summer vacations than to give (or receive) a sizzling hot spanking? After the rousing success of Love Spanks and Spank or Treat, Anastasia Vitsky and her team of spanking fiction authors have returned to bring you a collective Spankee Doodle Dandy story extravaganza. It’s love and kisses for adults, and we do mean adults.

The list of fabulous prizes is below and the link to all the other authors participating…I am also offering a ten dollar Amazon gift card to one randomly selected commenter who answers the following question: Would you consider allowing a professional spanking trainer to help you and your significant other?

Rick and Esme Stone face a desperate moment in their relationship. Unless things change, unless Rick stops his irresponsible partying life, Esme is going to have to leave him. She wants someone she can rely on, someone who puts her first, someone to grow into a family with. Rick has seen the writing on the wall. He’s lost his wife’s respect, and that of most of their friends and family but he doesn’t know how to fix it before it’s too late. Domestic Discipline may just be the way to go. But can this work? Can a man who’s refused to grow up take on the such responsibility? Things seem to be gong suprisingly well until he tries to apply the spanking portion of their agreement and freezes. EI hope you’ll enjoy a chapter from my upcoming book, The Trainer.

“We have to do this.” Esme trembled, but she projected strength into her voice. “Rick, this is the only way.” She twisted her hands in her lap, afraid but determined. Their marriage meant more to her than her life, and the changes she’d seen in the few short weeks of their agreement indicated to her they were on the right track. Instead of constant sarcastic sniping from her and surly grumbling from him, they communicated. Instead of him going to the bar with the guys after work and drinking away too much of their money while she sat at home, angry and disappointed, he rushed right home to inspect her work of the day and eat the meals she prepared at his direction. He surprised them both with his positive reaction to responsibility.
Something he’d never shown the slightest interest in before.
He pushed to his feet and stood, but his legs wobbled a little. However, his words rang true and made her so proud to be his wife. “Of course. It’s important that we honor our agreement.” Rick and the Trainer approached side by side, and she fought the urge to cower. Which is it, chickie? Face the music or give up the marriage. Let it play.
“Please rise, Esme.” The Trainer took her wrist and turned her to face away from them. “I want to show Rick some areas to avoid when spanking you.”
She tensed her legs to keep her knees from knocking and wrapped her arms around her waist. When the Trainer rested a hand on her shoulder, she jerked.
“It will be fine, Esme.” Rick’s voice held a quaver, and she longed to comfort him. But wasn’t that the way things had always been? She’d driven herself to keep him from worries, even when her good sense warned her she shouldn’t. She’d learned only recently that her good intentions had made him feel as though she didn’t trust him to be a full partner. He’d hidden his resentment, but it had begun to fester.
The Trainer’s fingers trailed across her lower back. “You don’t want to hit anyone here, not even with the flat of your hand. Or here.” He pressed her tailbone. “Lower.”
“So, her bottom only?” Rick sounded as if he’d regained control of himself, his tone firm and smooth. The hands that cupped her buttocks were his. Warm and familiar, but a chill raced up her spine.
He had touched her there many times, but never with another person present.
“No, the thighs are also excellent targets. There are other places, but first I’d like you to learn the basic skills. I think it will be enough for both of you for a while.”
“Yes,” Rick said. “Quite enough.”
“Okay, so I think we’re ready to begin.”
Esme’s heart pounded in her ears. Facing away from the men made it even harder. A faint creak from behind her. One of them had sat on the chair. Hands tugged her backward. Whose? A step. Two. A quick jerk, and she sprawled across a lap. Blinking she stared into the black leather-clad thigh of the Trainer. Before she could panic further, a sharp strike landed on her right cheek. Cushioned by her skirt and underwear, it didn’t hurt much, but the shock of it brought tears to her eyes.
“Rick?” She lifted her head and tried to find him, and he appeared, his beige slacks, neatly pressed by her, filling her line of vision.
“I’m here, Esme. You okay?”
The million dollar question. Was she? “Y-yes. I just wanted to know you were here.”
The trainers hand circled her cheeks. “I want him standing behind so he can watch at first, and learn. He may also take a turn before we are done.”
She swallowed hard. How much spanking was going to happen today? “It’s going to hurt.”
A reassuring pat on her left cheek. “Yes, probably more than you expected. Are you up to the challenge?”
“Esme if you don’t want to—”
“No!”
Silence greeted her exclamation and she let her head drop, fingertips pressed to the gleaming dark hardwood floor.
“Esme.” The Trainer’s calm voice centered her. “I thought we would begin with a demonstration of basic spanking, then next time we could set up a scenario you might encounter at home…and try it out. How does that sound?”
Hanging over a strange man’s lap with her breasts pressed to strange legs and her arms extended to the floor before her, everything sounded strange. But he described a sensible way of addressing their concerns and helping them to move forward with their new relationship. She drew in a long, slow breath and whooshed it out. “That sounds terrifying. But I agree to try. What if I panic?”
“Excellent question.” The Trainer punctuated his comment with a friendly tap on her lower thigh. “You’ve just met me, but do you trust your husband?”
Did she? A month ago her answer might have been different, but today. “Yes. I trust him.”
A pause. “You came to me for my help. Together. Correct?”
“Y-yes.”
“I have to ask you to extend some of your trust to me—because Rick selected me to help you both. Do you think you can do that?”
“I trust him, Esme. I checked all the Trainer’s references before I brought you here.” Rick’s new confidence shone through again in the firmness of his tone. This is the man I wanted. The strong leader for our family. They had no children yet, but one day…
“I trust you, Rick. So I accept your judgment in this.” She flexed her fingertips, using them to hold her balance. “Go ahead, gentlemen. Bottom’s up.”

She couldn’t know how hard it was for him to see her across another man’s lap. To see his hands on her that way. Despite his assurances, he was tempted to drag her away and take her home. But his determination to prove to Esme that he had things under control forced him to give her a calm smile and a wink.
“She’s ready, Trainer.” He gave a small bow. “Show me how to tan my wife’s behind.”
The trainer lifted his hand and delivered a flurry of slaps to Esme’s bottom. “This is a warm up. She is feeling very little pain, but probably some heat.” He paused. “Is that so, Esme?”
“It hurts a little.” She wriggled in his lap. “But nothing I can’t take.”
“Once we have completed this step, we can go a number of ways. But whether for discipline or pleasure, they will involve removing at least one layer of clothing. Ready?”
She nodded and Rick bit his lip hard to keep from protesting. He licked a bit of copper taste away. “We’re ready.”
The Trainer smoothed his palm down to Esme’s hem and flipped her skirt up over her back. Her blue satin panties covered no more than the globes of her ass. “A good guide for this stage, is stay on the panties. There’s plenty of time for bare skin.”
Building a rhythm, the Trainer slapped first one cheek then the other, over and over again, building speed until his hand was a blur of motion. Esme squirmed, and one of her hands came up to cover her bottom.
The Trainer stopped.
“An important point.” His fingers closed on her wrist. “While you aren’t likely to harm the fatty tissues of the behind—sorry, Esme, nothing personal—the hand is full of delicate bones. If your wife cannot control herself, cannot keep her hands on the floor where they are safe, you might discuss the possibility of tying them together, so she cannot be harmed.
She squeaked in protest. “Tying me up? I don’t know about that.”
The Trainer laid a hand on her back and held her in place. “It’s entirely up to you, but I am sure you don’t want to break her hand when disciplining or pleasuring your wife.”
“Of course not.” Rick moved closer and bent to look into Esme’s eyes. “We can talk about that later, but for now, just try to keep your hands out of the way, okay?”
“Y-yes, I will do my best.”
“That’s my girl.”
The afternoon faded into a haze. The trainer demonstrated a number of bare-handed techniques, which Esme accepted valiantly, keeping her hands to the floor. She allowed them to discuss the hows and whys while remaining silent, although he knew she took in every word. They could go over the lesson later because he wanted her input, but he appreciated her demonstration of trust.
The Trainer finally lifted her to her feet between them. “I would like to show you just one more thing this afternoon. How are you doing, Esme?”
His wife’s face was pale, her eyes downcast, but she flicked her gaze up and focused on Rick. “I’m okay. How are you, Rick?”
Her heart lurched. She understood him, as always. How difficult it must have been to lie there and be spanked by a total stranger, an act so intimate they hadn’t even done it together yet. Then, when she had to be sore and likely humiliated, her first concern was for him. She always put him first.
A courtesy he’d often neglected to extend to his wife.
He pulled her in for a hug. “I’m fine, or I will be.”
She leaned into him. “It’s for us. For our future.”
She had more faith in him than he’d ever had in himself. Determined to prove her right, he gave her a squeeze and stepped back. “Okay, Trainer, what’s next?”
“Over here.” The Trainer moved toward a dark, polished wooden cabinet in the corner of the room and opened the doors. “Take your pick.”
Pick? Rick moved to stand beside him and stared. Row upon row of shelves held a bewildering assortment of items. Wooden spoons, hair brushes, paddles of all shapes and sizes. Canes, coiled leather straps, and belts. A palm-size wooden device with a strap he guessed would fit over the hand. Twigs, the kind his father called a switch. He remembered the sting well.
“You want me to pick one for you to use on Esme?”
“I know I said we would practice a scenario next time, but let’s add a dose of reality to today’s lesson. What are the reasons you have agreed would merit a spanking?”
He considered their agreement, but Esme spoke up. “Disrespect. Overspending. Neglecting tasks I have agreed to do. Coming home late without calling.”
Rick cringed inwardly. None of those were her faults, really. In their past, they had been his. How had they agreed to punish her for faults he had displayed so often?
But the Trainer held up a hand. “Just one is enough. Let’s say Rick comes home to find dinner isn’t ready, for the third time this week. Esme is…reading a smutty novel.”
She flushed. “Rick…did you tell on me?”
“No, I swear.” He hadn’t said a word.
The Trainer chuckled. “Every woman I know reads them, and a number of men. So, Esme is lounging on the couch, reading her novel, and Rick comes home, hungry and tired. The stove is cold, the breakfast dishes are in the sink, and the laundry is still piled on the chair to be folded and put away. What do you do?”
Rick nodded wisely. “I spank her.”
Esme sighed.
Crap.
The Trainer shrugged. “Yes, eventually, but there are a number of steps to getting there.
“I didn’t—”
“You didn’t know, and that’s why you are here. But I am thinking maybe we’ve done enough for today after all. I am going to assign you some homework.”

Want to become a Spankee Doodle Dandy ambassador and earn an extra prize entry? See below!

Even better, participation could earn you a GRAND PRIZE!

• Kindle Fire or Nook Color (winner’s choice)!
(donated by Blushing Books)
• $100 gift certificate
(donated by Blushing Books)
• $20 gift certificate to Amazon!
(donated by Stormy Night Publications)

• Custom-made Spankee Doodle paddle*!
(donated by Blondie’s Place)
*Available to US and Canada participants only

• Book Bundles from:
Decadent Publishing
LazyDay Publishing
Stormy Night Publications

• Pre-publication consultation of a manuscript up to 15K
(donated by Wizards in Publishing)

Many authors will also be offering a contest on their individual blogs. Your comment on their blogs automatically enters you in both the main contest and the individual contests!

What’s the catch? Absolutely nothing! We love writing for you and want to thank you for your readership. Perhaps someone might get a spanking or two, but that’s a reward rather than a catch, right? ;)

Here are the rules:
1. Visit each blog between the Thursday, June 20th and Sunday, June 23rd to read the posted stories and excerpts.
2. Leave a comment answering the story question on each blog. You will receive one entry per blog for the grand prize drawing. You will also be automatically entered in that author’s individual contest, if he or she has one.
3. If you have visited all of the blogs, visit Ana’s blog to sign up for FIVE bonus entries to the grand prize.
Deadline is midnight EDT (UTC -4) on June 23rd!!
4. If you successfully completed the Love Spanks or Spank or Treat challenge and visited all of the blogs for either challenge, you may add “VIP” to your comments. You will earn THREE bonus entries toward the grand prize. (Yes, we will be doing this again. Yes, if you successfully complete the Spankee Doodle Dandy challenge you can become a VIP for our next activity!)
5. Visit any of the participating blogs on Thursday, June 27th to find out the lucky winners. Will it be you?

Like these events? Want to support your friendly spanking fiction authors? Become a Spankee Doodle Ambassador! In exchange for promoting this event, you will receive one extra prize entry, AND you are still eligible to participate and win prizes! To find out the details, send an email to ana_stasia2007 at yahoo dot com, with the subject line “Spankee Doodle Ambassador”.

For more information, updates, and a list of participating authors, please visit Here

Sweet Satisfaction with Becca Dale

perf5.000x8.000.inddIt all started with a bite of cheesecake…

The Sweet Series was born of food lust with Marc and Darcy in Sweet Temptation and built from there. When Darcy’s grandfather spoke of falling instantly for his wife, it brought up the question of what would happen if such a thing was inherent in one’s family makeup. For some it would be a blessing, for others a curse. For Darcy it was a blessing because it enabled her to see past her insecurities and open her heart to the man who wanted to love her. For her brother Gavin it was a curse because he didn’t believe in love let alone love at first site. For their cousin Connor it is both — a blessing because he can truly love his best friend and can say without doubt he always will and a curse because he can’t stop it even when she pushes him away.

For me, I fell in love with my husband the first time he climbed a pole in front of me – okay, maybe that was lust but it certainly got my attention. Much like Gavin, I fought my feelings because Mr. Dale reminded me far too much of my father, but when true love bites, it is impossible to walk away. So how about you? Is love at first sight real or just this romance writer’s fantasy?

Available Now – Sweet Satisfaction http://www.amazon.com/Sweet-Satisfaction-ebook/dp/B00CY5C4Y4/ref=sr_1_3?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1369336648&sr=1-3&keywords=Sweet+Satisfaction

Blurb:
Terrified of her submissive nature, Kate Hastings refuses to give a man control of her life. Somehow, faking a wild and confident personality scares her less than facing reality–the heated longing for her sexy best friend and her deep-seated need for domination. Trouble is, none of the passive men she’s dated do it for her.

Victim to a family curse, Connor Wallace can love only one woman his entire life—Kate. Yet, she insists on keeping him firmly in friend mode. Determined to prove he’s more than friend material, he sets out to fulfill her greatest fantasies, even if it means tying her up to get her attention.

When passion and protective instincts collide, something has to give, but will the impact lead to broken hearts or sweet satisfaction?

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Saturday Spankings – A visit with Mona and Mr. Marks

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A little something from Spanking Ms. Whitman

“So you have never been spanked before.”
“N-no. I told you already.” Cheeky. He trailed a finger down her spine, enjoying her shiver at his touch.
Her hands clenched and unclenched; he would stop that soon enough, help her into a calm space.
“Lie across my lap.” Her doing so would confirm her consent, maybe even make her more comfortable. He shifted to accommodate her as she laid her abdomen over his knees and let her head drop toward the floor, bracing herself on her hands. Her full breasts pressed against the side of his leg, her nipples as sharp as he’d hoped. So many parts of them connecting, through layers of fabric like woven walls. But he could remove those barriers, if he dared, if she asked him to.
“Like this?” A tremble in her voice, but her body held steady, no shake at all.
She trusted him to guide her through the experience; he must not let his excitement betray them both. “Yes.”

Here’s the rest of the Saturday Spankings to check out!

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Announcing Spankee Doodle 2013

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For those in the northern hemisphere, summer is here! What better way to celebrate summer vacations than to give (or receive) a sizzling hot spanking? After the rousing success of Love Spanks and Spank or Treat, Anastasia Vitsky and her team of spanking fiction authors have returned to bring you a collective Spankee Doodle Dandy story extravaganza. It’s love and kisses for adults, and we do mean adults!

Want to become a Spankee Doodle Dandy ambassador and earn an extra prize entry? See below!

Even better, participation could earn you a GRAND PRIZE!

• Kindle Fire or Nook Color (winner’s choice)!
(donated by Blushing Books)
• $100 gift certificate
(donated by Blushing Books)
• $20 gift certificate to Amazon!
(donated by Stormy Night Publications)

• Custom-made Spankee Doodle paddle*!
(donated by Blondie’s Place)
*Available to US and Canada participants only

• Book Bundles from:
Decadent Publishing
LazyDay Publishing
Stormy Night Publications

• Pre-publication consultation of a manuscript up to 15K
(donated by Wizards in Publishing)

Many authors will also be offering a contest on their individual blogs. Your comment on their blogs automatically enters you in both the main contest and the individual contests!

What’s the catch? Absolutely nothing! We love writing for you and want to thank you for your readership. Perhaps someone might get a spanking or two, but that’s a reward rather than a catch, right? ;)

Here are the rules:
1. Visit each blog between the Thursday, June 20th and Sunday, June 23rd to read the posted stories and excerpts.
2. Leave a comment answering the story question on each blog. You will receive one entry per blog for the grand prize drawing. You will also be automatically entered in that author’s individual contest, if he or she has one.
3. If you have visited all of the blogs, visit Ana’s blog to sign up for FIVE bonus entries to the grand prize.
Deadline is midnight EDT (UTC -4) on June 23rd!!
4. If you successfully completed the Love Spanks or Spank or Treat challenge and visited all of the blogs for either challenge, you may add “VIP” to your comments. You will earn THREE bonus entries toward the grand prize. (Yes, we will be doing this again. Yes, if you successfully complete the Spankee Doodle Dandy challenge you can become a VIP for our next activity!)
5. Visit any of the participating blogs on Thursday, June 27th to find out the lucky winners. Will it be you?

Like these events? Want to support your friendly spanking fiction authors? Become a Spankee Doodle Ambassador! In exchange for promoting this event, you will receive one extra prize entry, AND you are still eligible to participate and win prizes! To find out the details, send an email to ana_stasia2007 at yahoo dot com, with the subject line “Spankee Doodle Ambassador”.

For more information, updates, and a list of participating authors, please visit Here

Hipster One Upmanship or My Veggies Are More Organic Than Yours

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I confess, I am a fallen vegetarian. I have been one at various times in my life, and I do believe it would be better for a whole list of reasons, but I cook for a household of carnivores, am married to a man who considers veggies something specifically put on the planet for me to nag him to eat…and I actually like meat a lot. But I buy as much organic, non-antibiotic, grass fed beef as I can, try not to waste, and keep the junk food in the house to a minimun.

We also belong to a CSA, Community Sponsored Agrigulture. Once per week we receive a large box of locally grown fruits and veggies. Becuase we are in SoCal, this is year round. However, in winter it’s not what my family necessarily considers ‘food.’ Lots of dark greens and squash, and I have to admit on occasion stuff gets away from me and ends up composted. But we eat most of it, and I suspect we are healthier as a result. Watermelon is for summer,strawberries are for spring, and we eat oranges and apples all winter. Just like the olden days. In this area, anyway. The veggies are fresher, last longer, and really do taste better and we have the added satisfaction of reducing our carbon footprint. Okay…nobody else in the house knows what that is, but it works just the same.

But this morning, I was getting a latte at my favorite indie coffee house (which is also locally owned and an awesome commmunity gatheriing place). While waiting for my lovely drink, with its little foam star, a man and woman came in to get a coffee. She commented that if the milk in my coffee was raw, I would be getting a really healthy drink. She also told me that wheat contains an opiate-like substance which creates a desire to eat more like marijuana does. And so on. Well…my hippie side surged forth and we had a friendly, warm, smiling competition. While her companion, a very nice man from India, watched. I don’t think anyone won, and I am pretty sure she really does eat healthy nearly all the time and didn’t have a box of mac’n cheese cups from Costco out in her car like I did…but I do feel pretty dumb when this happens. Why do I have to be hipper than thou? When fact is…I know that I have all I can do to live according to my own way of thinking, in the best way I can. I don’t have to prove myself to total strangers. I suspect it was guilt, beacause I ate a lot of Doritos last night. Maybe I can blame it on the chemicals in the nacho cheese. Maybe they contain chemicals that drive me to buy more junk food. Maybe it’s not my fault!

I’m just glad I’m still welcome at the coffee house…because if we’d come to blows over broccoli, I’d really miss the place. And I will try harder to take good care of myself,and make enough healthy food that my family is going to get some vitamins no matter how hard they try to avoid them. Okay,I think I’ll just go write the final love scene in my current work in progress, Honey Does. Because I love that better than any junk food, and those dang Doritos are still out there in the kitchen calling my name.

Dungeon Time!

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Dungeon Time is available here.
Anna Palladino dreams of independence from her over-protective but loving family. Her fantasies, gained from erotic novels, show her possibilities she doesn’t believe extend to real life. Her limited experience in the bedroom has confirmed her low expectations.
Edward Masters is ready to give up his own fantasy life if that’s what it takes to have the home and family of his dreams. He has set his sights on a sweet, innocent woman who works for his friend and client Randolph Marks. Marks has found the perfect combination of vixen and warm companion in his Mona, but is it too much to hope that Edward and Anna will be the next office romance at Marks and Company? Is the cute, curly haired receptionist ready to take on the desires of a Dom, or has Edward seen his last night of play in the dungeon?

Excerpt: Edward closed the door with a soft click and approached, Nikes squeaking on the wide oak boards. “I like my comforts.” He stood just behind her, his breath soft on her cheek. “Did you want to take a swim in the pool? The water is warm.”
She shivered, something about the way he said “warm,” implying so much more. “I don’t have a suit with me.”
“Perhaps another time.” He rested his hands on the sill, on either side of her, smooth muscled forearms with a light sprinkling of dark hairs drawing her complete attention, but then he pushed away and left her there, alone with the moonlight glinting off the dark ocean and the swimming pool. “I’ll call for pizza. Pepperoni okay?”
“Yes, fine.” What if he had suggested she swim without a suit? Would she have done it? Not usually, but on the day of her independence, with so many other extraordinary things happening, maybe.
While he ordered their dinner, she focused on the pool, imagining him in there, stroking back and forth with the moon shining on his skin, lighting his hair. Muscles low in her belly tightened and her panties dampened.
“Wine?” He reappeared at her side and handed her a heavy goblet. “I hope you like cabernet.”
Her cheeks heated “I’m surprised you trust me with it, after my behavior earlier.”
Edward rested a hand on her waist and turned her away from the window. “Oh, yes. Not a good policy, getting tipsy during the work day.” He took her arm and led her to one of the deep sofas, against the side wall. “You were a bad girl.”
Reckless with freedom, she giggled. “Yes, I was. Someone should take me in hand before I run completely amok.”
“I think I’d like to see what you’re like, running amok.” Drawing her down at his side in the deep cushions, Edward took the glass from her hand and set it on a side table.
“Wait, I didn’t have any yet.”
“Before you do, I want to taste you. Then you may have your wine back.”
She tipped her head back and licked her lips. Taste me? Edward smoothed her hair from her face and cupped her chin. He held her gaze, his eyes alight with a gleam that sent a thrill of fright and arousal right to her core. I am so out of my depth with this man. Coherence fled when his lips descended on hers. No softness, no giving, only taking. His tongue parted her lips and plundered her mouth, circling, dancing, and retreating, stroking against her own; rough velvet that left no part of her sane.

A Visit to Manzanar War Relocation Camp and an Unlikely Love Story

Manzanar War Relocation Camp SignKimmy and Art Ogami
Please meet Kimi and Art Ogami. They have been married over 60 years and met through a most unique set of circumstances. Valerie Mann and I were fortunate to meet them both at the 44th Annual Manzanar Pilgrimage .
Art was one of hundreds of thousands of Japanese Amaericans, citizens sent to ‘camps’ during WWII. He was a 20 year old American born man at the time, and the only thing he had to say about it was…”We did everything the government asked.”
After the war, he traveled to Japan where he renounced his American citizenship in order to work as a civilian military worker…in the American military hospital. There he was introduced to Kimi, a typist who worked with his sister.
Kimi told us the town they lived in was scheduled to be the place where our second atomic bomb was dropped, but due to a lot of moisture in the air, the military command feared the spread of radiation around the world, so sent the planes on to Nagasaki.
So, in the midst of war and injustice, they met. Many things happened since… They married. Art regained his citizenship and returned to America. Art and Kimi had three children, worked hard, and are so proud to have three houses, one to leave to each of their children. Actually we learned very little about his time in the camp. They spoke of the positive things, happiness, family, prosperity. They never said one bad thing about a government that let Arts’s family down so badly and nearly killed Kimi and everyone she knew. They were also very happy to share their love story, thrilling our romance writers’ hearts.

Their dignity and grace is nearly impossible to convey.

Art is 92 and Kimi must be close to that. They do not look their age, as you can see despite my poor photography. And they have based their life together on the good things. So many times it’s easy to dwell on the bad, but they reminded me it is possible to surpass injustice. To succeed and find happiness. To be married over 60 years and smie at inside jokes.

Manzanar and some of the other camps where Japanese Americans were imprisoned are still around, and if you have the opportunity to visit, I highly recommend you do so. They are reminders of a mistake we as Americans do not want to repeat. They also hold they spirit of a people who built basketball courts, wading pools, grew orchards and continued to live and love…even when the country they respected treated them so poorly. The ManazanarCommitte site has a great deal of informaton to offer.

A Wonderful Review for Two Men From Rainbow Book Reviews

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Rainbow Book Reviews says: Like the other 1Night Stand stories, this one is short, hot, and is the consequence of just a touch of Madam Eve’s uncanny magical abilities in bringing couples together who either have no idea they really belong together, or want to have a partner but don’t know where to start. In this case, we have two men who are best friends, both think the other is straight, and both have developed a huge crush on the other. Neither wants to risk their friendship, so they do nothing.
The whole review can be seen here.

Finally we can reveal our exciting news

Back CameraI am thrilled to be part of a f/f anthology to be released in early fall. Featuring Anastasia Vitsky, Cassandra Dayne, Lucy Felthouse and Patricia Green and me! Stop by often for updates on the project. We were all delighted to focus on the delicious possiblities of a second chance at romance.

LOVE’S REPRISE, OCTOBER 2ND FROM LAZYDAY PUBLISHING

Love gets a reprise in these five short stories by best-selling authors, Cassandre Dayne, Patricia Green, Lucy Felthouse, Kate Richards and Anastasia Vitsky. All about women’s relationships with women, the romance and erotica are deep and abiding, with musical interludes flowing throughout. Three stories include spanking, sometimes a little BDSM sneaks in, often the stories are erotic, and sometimes the relationship is about true friendship. A second chance for love between women is the over-arching theme.

Anastasia Vitsky brings us a story about Leila and her best friend Carene. Leila is faced with the unhappy choice of staying in a small town with Carene, or reprising her musical career, something she wants very much. Music plays a part in Cassandre Dayne’s, “Broken Dreams,” a story about the lead singer of a rock band who finds love with her former friend, veterinarian Samantha Mason. Their deep, dark cravings are finally revealed. In Lucy Felthouse’s story, a ruse first used to push men away later becomes a part of this female couple’s lives as they explore the truth of their love for each other. In Patricia Green’s contribution, the torch singer known as “The Entrancing Emmaline Irmagard” is faced with breaking up with her long-time piano player or accepting her second chance spanking for previous bad behavior. Kate Richards tells the story of neonatal nurse Kim, who has withdrawn into herself due to the loss of the one she loves, but she finds herself teased out of herself when she meets Nora. The only problem is that she doesn’t know if she can take a chance on love again.

Find the passion, the intimacy, and the desire among women in this anthology written entirely by women. Love’s Reprise will melt your heart on even the coolest days.

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BROKEN DREAMS
Cassandre Dayne

As the lead singer of Driven Wild, the hottest alternative rock band in the States, Ginger Parsons seemed to have the dream life. A darling of the media and fans alike, the fact she was married to Draeven Montgomery, a movie star and recent recipient of the “Sexiest Man Alive”, allowed everyone to believe her life was perfect. Little did anyone know about the dark and ugly secrets she kept sequestered deep inside. Her marriage was nothing but lies. After one wretched event, she escaped to her hometown, determined to pick up the pieces.

Samantha Mason, Sammy to all who knew the tom girl, was everybody’s friend. A well respected veterinarian, she lived her life caring for animals – the only creatures she could trust. A chance meeting with her childhood friend, the very woman she’d given her heart to almost fifteen years before, was a reminder that love had no boundaries. A nasty argument and a difficult decision to live a vanilla life had pushed them apart. As a new friendship was formed, the fires that burned within were re-kindled and they explored the dark cravings they both hungered for. But a looming decision faced them both. Could she convince the gorgeous rock star that second chances really could exist?

Lucy Felthouse

A woman bumps into someone from her past. A someone who doesn’t like her very much. The reason being, many years ago the two of them were friends, and one night when they were out clubbing, they were approached by some men who wouldn’t leave them alone. The girls danced together very provocatively, giving the men the impression that they were lesbians, and together. It worked as the men left them alone, but woman number two then tried to kiss woman number one. Woman number one was horrified – hadn’t realised woman number two was that way inclined. They fall out and don’t speak again. In the present, though, woman number one has come to realise she is attracted to women, and it was mainly fear that spurred her reaction to the attempted kiss. She tries to build bridges with woman number two, who’s reluctant. They do eventually make friends, and then move into a relationship.

Obviously it will be much hotter and much more exciting than my brief, which is more like a short synopsis. Hope it’s okay for everyone, and perhaps we should make sure none of us use the same character names. I haven’t got any for mine, yet. I don’t normally figure those out until I start writing.

Patricia Green

The Entrancing Emmaline Irmagard
1948, Los Angeles/Hollywood

This is a F/F erotic spanking story about Emmaline Irmagard Winestein, torch singer. She’s dropped the Winestein and is known as “The Entrancing Emmaline Irmagard.” She’s quite famous and puts on great shows in Hollywood, Manhattan and around the world.

We open with her anticipating a spanking from her piano player, Theresa. Emmaline missed a show altogether, having gotten drunk after breaking up with her saxophone-playing boyfriend. She was distraught and left her phone off the hook. She’s often late, but when she didn’t show up, Theresa had to play a solo performance. The venue (a trendy nightclub in Hollywood) is very angry.

Theresa tells Emma that they’re through. She’s done with covering for Emma and with nagging her to do her job. Emma knows that Theresa is a big part of her act and doesn’t want them to break up. She respects Theresa and has a secret crush on her. She’s been intrigued by Theresa’s preference for women friends for several years. She doesn’t know how to bring it up.

Emma says she’d like to do better but she doesn’t know how to stop her self-destructive behavior. She begs for a second chance. Influenced by her crush, she asks for a punishment to show her sincerity. Theresa is hesitant at first, but Emma suggests a spanking. Theresa is surprised, but warms up to the idea.

Emma gets her spanking and it leads to something erotic.

Kate Richards

Kim’s life has always been on a rail. Good college, career as an RN, marriage to a doctor. Only one thing didn’t fit her parents’ ideas for her life. Her marriage partner is a woman. But they have one another and all is good until Cynthia is killed on a medical mercy mission. A trip Kim had planned to be on as well.
Assailed with guilt, she doubts herself and withdraws, emerging only to work in the neonatal unit of the local hospital and then retreating into her misery. She no longer participates in the overseas trips, terrified of another plane crash or kidnapping.
Her parents are pushing her to ‘try’ dating men, implying that her choice has led to her misery. And in her loneliness and depression, she begins to believe them. Still, she’s in no shape to date anyone until she meets Nora. Another dedicated healer, Nora works with severe birth defects and Kim admires her first for her compassion, then for her beauty. But when Nora’s special skills are called upon for a trip to a third world country, Kim has to decide whether she can put aside her fears and accept the love of the second wonderful woman in her life or retreat into her pain.

Anastasia Vitsky

Leila is a professional violinist debilitated by tendonitis, and she is living with her best friend from childhood, Carene, who is an orchestra teacher in a small town. Leila is temperamental, fiery, and undisciplined; Carene provides her with discipline.

Leila works to make a comeback in the professional musician world, but she struggles with her decision because doing so will mean leaving Carene and her small-town life. She loves Carene and loves the discipline Carene gives her, but after being told she could never play professionally again she can’t bear to turn down a second chance at the career she loves. Will a second chance at this career cost her the woman she loves?

Can a Prepper be a Romance Hero?

Virgin Under ground_SM4 Need To Read
Here is how the wonderful reviewer at You Gotta Read Reviews describes him” “Lukas is a prepper. Not only is he prepared for devastating earthquakes, he’s also one of the engineers who has invented technology and products to help others prepare for the worst. But, unless something drastic changes, he will be safe in his underground bunker all alone.”
I’m a big fan of romance heroes who are not only hunky (which he is) but smart as well, and I believe Lukas meets that mark. The reviewer goes on to say: “Virgin Under Ground is a fun short story with likable characters and an intriguing setting. I would love to have had more of Lukas and Jane’s story…”

I do plan to write more stories about members of the Nevada Area Preppers, but Easy Peasy by Stephanie J. Grace is coming soon to Decadent Publishing…and there are also members in good standing there as well as a heroine whose talents contributed to the comforts of Lukas’s bunker!

The full review is available at You Gotta Read Reviews.

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