My First Spanking Anthology – Now Available from Ravenous Romance

I’m delighted to announce that my new short story “Naughty Boy” is part of My First Spanking, an anthology edited by Cassandra Park, now available from Ravenous Romance.

For months now, Marcy has suspected that her boyfriend, Jason, has a fantasy about being spanked. Too embarrassed to bring the idea up herself, she’s been looking for signs she might be right. Then one day, while fooling around, she unthinkingly calls him her naughty boy. His reaction is so enthusiastic, she decides it’s finally time to give spanking him a try.

It’s a good time ;)


Happy Release Day to me!!! It’s the release date for my futuristic romance, Unacceptable Risk.


Find it on:

Reviews are still coming in, but you can check out the first couple here.

In the meantime, I’ll be mixing martinis in the back room. Join me, and let me know what you think.

Power Play Anthology On Sale Now

I’m so happy to announce that my short story, “The Next Step,” has been included in Power Play, a new anthology from Xcite Press, edited by Miranda Forbes.

It’s currently available in ebook format from All Romance Ebooks or from Xcite, and should be available in paperback later this year.

Here’s a quick (naughty) excerpt:

By the time she reached the platform, her thighs were slick, her sex swollen, and she found herself shifting uncomfortably from one foot to the other as she waited for the train. Per her instructions, she stood at the very edge of the platform, right where the last car would soon be pulling in. All around her, people continued to fill in the spaces and, with a tingle of anticipation, she recognised that the train would be full.
That soon, she would be amid a throng of bodies, encased in their heat, with nothing standing in the way of any stranger’s roaming hand and her flesh.
A rush of warm air bombarded her, pulling her from her thoughts as the roar of wheels on steel drowned out all of the surrounding voices. Her skirt was pressed against her thighs, riding up dangerously high with the force of the wind created by the train. As if on cue, the moment the hem drew up to flutter across her pussy, the doors of the last car slid open in front of her, and she was left burning beneath the stare of a half dozen people, all casting lascivious, judging gazes down her form.
Sucking in a deep breath, Cynthia met each pair of eyes and stepped up onto the train. Bodies parted to make way for her, but she still felt her sides being brushed as she reached forward to grab onto the pole. There were a couple of open places to sit in the filling car, but her master had told her to stand, so she stood, her hips pressing to the half wall between the aisle and the first row of seats, her knuckles white as they clung on.
As it roared back to life, the lurching motion of the train sent another thrill through Cynthia’s body, and she moved with it, swaying with every turn, vibrating with the heady rush of turning wheels. At every stop, more and more people filtered into the car, and it wasn’t long until she felt the crush of heat she had anticipated, bodies all around her.
Then there was a touch – a hand dragging over fabric, rough fingertips on overheated thighs.
She was ready to panic, her whole body tensing and her mind finally returning to rationality, reminding her that she was not that type of woman. That this was wrong.
But then the man behind her spoke.

View : Fuck Me Friday

For Aisling Weaver‘s FuckMeFriday prompt.


In my mind, I lie beneath him, arms restrained above my head, my own panties in my mouth. Rough lips and teeth move up and down my skin, a finger between spread legs and then a bite against my hip. There are harsh words.
Slut. Whore. Cunt.
In my bed, I am still dressed. The hand against my clit is my own, my wrist tucked underneath the waistband of my pants, and I am close.
As they do in fantasies, the scene behind my eyes jumps erratically, escalating in a rush of touch and taking. His breath is hot beside my ear, and I rub faster, harder, to the thought of how it feels the moment that he shoves himself inside. I sneak my other hand beneath my clothes and slide a fingertip along my flesh, probing and then curling inside until my back arches, toes curling.
Pounding into me, he tells me that he’s using me. That this is really all for him, so he can cum inside my worthless cunt.
“Fuck, yes,” I breathe aloud. “Fuck me.”
“If you wish.”
My eyes snap open, my head turning to the door in horror to find him standing there, nonchalant. I start to pull my hands away, gasping hard to catch my breath, but he tsk’s and shakes his head.
“No, love,” he says, eyes dark, lips wet. “Keep going. Please.”
“Touch yourself. For me.”
It isn’t so easy now, but I obey. My eyes drift closed to try to find the space, so close to the edge, where I had hovered.
“Look at me.”
With effort, I do. His gaze intent, he slides a hand across his own body to press against the line of his cock, obvious beneath his pants.
And watching him is better than imagining.
I quicken my pace to the thought of him jerking hard at himself, cock slick from fucking me. Fantasy and reality merge as he takes himself out and makes a long slow pass, fist closing around the base. And I want it.
I want it bad.
“Please,” I beg.
So close…
“No,” he breathes. “Just enjoy the view.”
My whole body tenses, and I watch him stroke and touch, twisting at the tip to slide back down.
I know what it looks like when he comes. The way he seizes. How he seems to explode.
“Look at me.”
My eyes meet his, and I feel my own body arch. The pleasure slams over me, hot waves that make scream. It is all I can do to keep my gaze on his, but it’s better this way.
It’s so much better when he watches me come.
“Beautiful,” he whispers as I come back down. He stalks toward the bed, dick bobbing, and then climbs on top of me. Grabbing my arms, he pins my hands above my head and sinks his teeth into my neck. “My beautiful, dirty girl.”
And then he makes my fantasy reality.

Listen : Fuck Me Friday

For Aisling Weaver‘s FuckMeFriday prompt.


“Did you hear that?”
He was sitting so close to me; all I could hear was his breath. “No,” I whispered, giggling slightly, but then he grabbed my hand.
His eyes widened, and he gestured with his head toward the rooms upstairs.
“You don’t think – “
His eyebrow quirked up meaningfully. “Honestly. What else do you think they’re doing to make that noise.”
“Ewwwww,” I whined, grimacing and flipping on my back. I grabbed a cushion and crushed it to my face to try to mask the sounds. “That’s my baby sister you’re talking about, you know.”
I felt the pillow being pulled from my hands, my mouth opening to protest, but I couldn’t. Melting into his kiss, I let my wrists be pinned against the ground.
When he pulled away, it was with a wicked glimmer in his eyes. “Well, if you don’t want to hear them…,” he intoned.
I pulled him back down, smirking against his mouth. “Then I guess we’d better make some noise of our own.”

Fawn : Fuck Me Friday

Another stab at Aisling Weaver‘s FuckMeFriday prompts.


I watch the way you look at them, your eyes on her hand as she feeds him, your brow creasing as she simpers.
Placing my hand on your thigh beneath your skirt, close to the rope you wear beneath your clothes, I lean in close to whisper in your ear, “Down, Pet.”
You automatically still, relaxing all the corners of your face.
You do not need to serve me openly or to flaunt what you are.
We know.
Across the table, she giggles, but this time you don’t frown. This time, your mouth creeps up into a secret smile.
And I can’t wait til we get home so I can fuck it off your face.

Cream : Fuck Me Friday

Another stab at Aisling Weaver‘s FuckMeFriday prompts.


It was the little white dot on her nose.
She set the carton down before looking around to see if she’d been caught drinking cream from the carton before adding it to the bowl. She didn’t see me. So the mixer was already whirring, her gaze intent on its contents when I placed my hands on either side of her against the counter, my body just a breath away from hers.
So slowly, I ran my lips along the side of her neck and felt her shiver before I opened my mouth at the corner of her jaw. “Lapping up the cream?”
“Just a sip,” she whispered.
“My little kitten.” I grazed one hand down her front to cup her just between her legs. “My sweet little pussy.”
With my other hand, I tipped her face back, exposing her lips for my kiss. From the way she breathed, I thought she wanted it hard, but instead I gave her soft. Slow. Teasing.
“Kitty likes her cream?”
I licked the drop off of her nose.
“Good,” I murmured. My hand reached down to open up my pants. “Then get down on your knees and drink.”