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#newrelease Saving Lady J - The Butterfly Series -- dark #erotic #thriller @DarkHollowsPrs

7/14/2015

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Saving Lady J – The Butterfly Series

Suzy Ayers

Dark Hollows Press

http://www.darkhollowspress.com/

Scheduled for release July 14th.

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Book blurb:
Jamie is a woman confused about who she is sexually. Her submissive side is constantly at war with her mouth.

She becomes involved with Julian, a man with secrets of his own, who becomes her slave.

When two dominant men enter Jamie and Julian's life, Jamie's world begins to unravel. As she attempts to help Julian fight his battles, she unwitting puts herself in harms way.

Themes/Warnings for the book:

This book is a dark erotic thriller. It is for readers 18+ and includes, but not limited to: force, mindfuckery, anal, spanking and spanking implements, non-con/dub-con, suspenseful elements, pegging, interracial sex, cuckold-themes, etc


About the book:

In Saving Lady J there are 3 or 4 main characters and multiple supporting characters. Just as in “real life” Jamie Rodgers has friends and a job. They don’t know about her personal activities outside of work. Jamie had always thought she was a “freak” and hid away her true feelings.

A majority of this book is based on non-fiction, real characters and a heck of a lot of naughty dreams. Much of what I write comes from people watching and learning from my friends within the lifestyle. Julian is a real person and even Raynth is real. I speak with him and get advice on a semi-regular basis. All names are changed and I have never met these people, sadly.

Unfortunately, in the lifestyle there are abusive and frightening situations, as in any “vanilla” life. This book was difficult for me to publish, because I didn’t want to offend readers. The sinister and uncertain moments, as well as other scenes, are why it is considered a dark erotic thriller.

I wanted to show growth within two of the main characters over this series. The book is intended to have a second one to explain Julian’s dark past and hopefully a bright future for Jamie.
Excerpt – Dominants are like two lions

I inhaled the shriek I wanted to let loose and composed myself. Cleaning the plug I set it on the bureau and left without a word. Anger was not even close to the word I felt. It was hurt wrapped in unease. As I rode the elevator down it was then that my legs began to wobble. The adrenaline had worn off.

I called Julian, “you called?” I grumbled.

“Yes, I’m so sorry Lady J. The power has gone out and your laptop was on. I tried to rescue-”

“Shit!” I closed my phone.

I exited the elevator and the lobby was an expanse of see-through windows. Elegant furnishings were displayed sparsely throughout the area. The flash of white and purple made me flinch and then the long rumble of thunder made me pause before pushing through the doors.

Another crash and pulse of electricity flew through the air, but this time it wasn’t the impending storm. I saw Marc. What was he doing here at Chris’ apartment complex no less? If I hadn’t been punished enough. If Chris saw this. Fuck that! I knew he would find out. He owned this damn building.

My heart raced for two competing reasons—one, the gorgeous soul who seemed to be looking up at me despite his stature. And two, the man who had just made my legs the thin copper wire that I was barely standing upon. Marc stood outside in front of the door, blocking it almost. He and fear kept me from leaving. I ran my hand up to my neck at my throat became dry.

“What is he doing here?” Chris growled behind me and I flinched. I hadn’t even heard the elevator chime I had been frozen in my spot, staring and wondering the same thing.

“I-I don’t know.”

Chris glared at me, pushed past me and went outside. He wore only his sweatpants and his Calvin Klein’s peeked from the top. The muscles in his body flexed with each movement and I bit my bottom lip. Concern waved over me as a pit formed in my stomach. I waited and waited for the fistfight, but it never came.

They stared each other down, Chris shouted and Marc stood like a statue. Both seemed to watch each other, locked into each other like raging bulls, yet no physical contact was made. I wanted to hear what they were saying, but I was in awe watching them. Hard to describe except maybe two lions fighting over a Pride and speaking in only a language they knew.

I watched as Marc gave me a saddened look and Chris moved to block even that. I watched the defeat in the man I had grown to care for deeply. I wanted him to be my friend, I wanted to explain to Chris that was all he was to me, but clearly that was no longer an option.

Chris came in and grabbed my arm with strength.

“Sir, you’re hurting me,” I whined as he dragged me over to the elevator.

He punched the button and the door opened immediately. He shoved me inside and before the door closed he was on top of me pinning me to the elevator wall. “You are mine,” he said and to stake his claim his mouth took mine.

I wanted to protest. I was still angry with him, but he was distracting me with his hand between my thighs. No. I tried to wriggle away. He couldn’t tell me I couldn’t be Marc’s friend.

“Mine, my beautiful fuck toy to please and fuck,” he said and dropped to his knees. Chris inhaled my scent. “Damn, you smell like a horny little slut that needs to come,” he grinned as he looked up at me.

His fingers thrust inside my pussy still wet from his intrusion only moments ago. He reached over and stopped the elevator with a push of a button. “Tell me,” his voice was dripping with lust.

“Tell you what sir?” I asked, as I gripped the rail to steady myself. I was unsure how much more my legs could handle.

He slid his thumb ever so gently across my sensitive nub and I jumped. He chuckled. “I want to hear you say it.”

“I need it sir. Please sir, please let me come. I’m so sorry for being bad, I promise to be good.” I whimpered as my pulse rose with each stroke across my clit.

He removed his hand. “No. And now your scent, damn, you smell so good,” he growled. “Look what you do to me,” he said exasperated.

“Sir, I can’t help it. I’m so horny and you know my body so well. You know how to tease me. Please sir please let me fuck you,” I pleaded as if I was pleading for my life. My body hummed and my crotch pulsed with blood. I never spoke like this, maybe there was too much blood in my crotch and not enough in my brain.

Excerpt – Julian’s lesson one of many

 Julian was caught pleasuring himself in the bathroom the very day he moved in.

“Julian, I will call you pet or slave or any other pet names I might come up with.”

He nodded and looked up at me.

“I will collar you with a house collar when I see fit. You are my submissive. I don’t want you to be confused about that. I want to find a collar that suits you. I don’t want you doing bad behavior on purpose. You are free to speak to me, but not tell me what to do. Do you understand?”

He nodded.

“Yes or no?”

“Yes.”

“Repeat after me: “Lady J owns my cock. I am not to touch it unless I need to for going pee. In fact from now on I will sit to pee, because I lost that privilege today”.”

He repeated me, while gritting his teeth.

“Lady J owns me. I am my own person who can take care of himself and will take care of her needs and her home,” I continued.

He repeated this as well.

“Anything you wish to add?”

“Please accept my apology for scaring you earlier. I run. It clears my head. I am not ready to tell you about last night. I’m sorry.” He looked remorsefully at me.

“I accept and it’s alright Julian. We have plenty of time to get to know each other. However, if the gun scares you or—”

His hand touched my thigh. “Please, don’t worry about me.”

I nodded. “Don’t interrupt.”

He smirked and looked down as if he was sorry.

“I am going to spank you now for your punishment. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” he whispered.

“Get on the bed.

I knelt beside him and watched his butt flex in anticipation. I remembered the first time I spanked Ken fondly and grinned. I started slowly and worked up a pace. His white cheeks were starting to look pink. Listening to his gasps and watching him clench the sheets and squeeze his cheeks together turned me on. Despite the stinging beginning in my hand I continued on. I didn’t want to rub it. This was punishment after all.

“Please!” he called out.

“You will be silent and you are done when I say you are,” I said sternly. I aimed for the tops of his thighs and now had him spread his legs. He began to pant, as  I came closer and closer to his balls. “I think that is good for now. Round two in a bit. Follow me to my room. I have work to do and you will stand where I can see you.”

“Yes, Lady J.” He groaned as he stood.

I watched him from the corner of my eye, as  he wobbled out of the room. I had him stand against a wall in my bedroom. I just wanted to torture him. He had a fine ass and I was horny. I sat in my seat and swiveled watching him impatiently stand there. He leaned on his forearms, pressing his head against them. I laughed internally. This was going to be fun.

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release event on Facebook #free books 9/19

9/18/2014

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Please come on over tomorrow September 19th for giveaways and fun at a release party on Facebook.

https://www.facebook.com/events/528393953972711/?ref=notif&notif_t=plan_user_joined

Join right now so you wont forget!!


I will be giving away copies of my first piece of short erotic fiction, Cristal Blue. All you have to do is answer a simple question. Everyone gets a copy of this baby!

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Also one lucky winner will receive a copy of my newly re-edited romantic fantasy Sara's Awakening! This book went through a huge overhaul and the series is filled with: magic, deceit, love, heartache and death.

***I am thrilled to say that both book one and two are now in print! I will be at a book signing in Worcester MA at the DCU Center on Oct 4th with these on hand!!***
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7/4-7/6 My first #Kindle Countdown Fantasy Encounter with a Dom will be going up! Interesting so far..

7/5/2014

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So I am testing out Amazon's Promotional tool for KDP Select, Kindle Countdown. Normally my book is $2.99, which gives my readers a 67% savings until 8AM PST today at 99 cents and 34% saving AM PST tomorrow at $1.99. (supposedly the times for other sales aren't always correct)

So far I've noticed that the UK is buying (and more than this book). I have a real life submissive from the UK in my story, Carrie Anne Ward. She is a fellow author. I have her information in the book. She is working on her final book in her series.

So hmm why UK?
I changed one of my tags to UK. Also another very strange thing is my sales are up >>>YAY!!<<< and my free are down...odd? Well I am off to see my sales while I eat my strawberry pancakes. Hope everyone had a wonderful fourth of July in the State. Have a great weekend.

xxSuzy

PS this is my very first book in paperback so if you prefer that it is also in the "Matchbook" program through Amazon. I'd be honored if you grabbed a copy and sent me a picture from where you lived. :)
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Keira meets submissive Carrie Anne Ward online and asks her to train she an her husband...but can she convince her husband?

Fantasy Encounter with a Dom is on KINDLE COUNTDOWN!! (8AM PST)99 cents 7/4 save 67% OR $1.99 7/5 save 34%. I don't know that it's reached beyond US and UK. :(

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Naughty erotica, off the beaten path @cpmandara @AblissfulAuthor @DaizieDraper

3/27/2014

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I have three guest today with various shocking types of erotica. So faint of heart...go get your medications. ;p First up is Christina Mandara.
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Author Bio:

Christina Mandara was born in the UK, but has spent most of her life travelling the world. She speaks three languages and has been chiefly employed in the fields of finance and travel. Her favourite city is Sydney and her favourite holiday destination is the south of France.

She loves keeping fit and enjoys running, cycling and water sports. No, not those kinds of water sports; think surfing or sailing. That doesn't mean that she doesn't enjoy BDSM in all of its glorious forms, be that pony girls, bondage, edge play, orgasm denial or a damn good spanking. Her favourite item in the toy closet (a box simply isn't big enough) is her riding crop.

In her spare time she's usually cuddled up with a good book, exploring the countryside or baking in the kitchen. In fact, she loves her kitchen so much she's one of few woman who wouldn't mind being tied to it! Her first and foremost love is writing, however, and more often than not you'll find her on a laptop spinning tales of romance, erotica or dark, paranormal fantasies.

Those in the BDSM world might wonder whether Ms Mandara is a top or a bottom. Is she currently training a herd of pony boys or is she stabled up, in full leather tack, with the pony girls? It's a good question. Answers on a postcard please.
Book Description:

Gritting her teeth Jenny grimaced and gave him what he wanted; the lewd sight of her backside jiggling this way and that as he continued to spank it. His hand now felt like sandpaper on the sensitised flesh. How much longer would she have to endure this? The clamps continued to bite into her tender nipples, and as she swayed to and fro she could feel them moving with her, the ache increasing with each passing second...

If Jenny thought life was hard under the expert tutelage of Mark, being faced with a stable full of sex-starved pony girls poses several more challenges. For instance, how do you bring eleven young women to orgasm in a timely fashion? But to her surprise, tackling the problem with experimentation and enthusiasm, she finds herself enjoying the experience.

When training begins it is anything but enjoyable, however. Harnessed in pony girl tack, her body is encircled with leather, rubber and steel. It nips, chafes and rubs cruelly, especially when she's faced with a morning of naughty games in the exercise yard.

In Book Four of Pony Tales Jenny earns herself several punishments, and is subjected to some very thorough sex indoctrination she has to submit to the whims of her groom, trainers and even the stable-hands. Will rescue arrive or will she have to beg to be released, with nothing more than her body as currency?
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 Excerpt:

The dark-blue silk tie was fastened in a Windsor knot and the clip of a shiny, bright gold pen could be seen on the outside of his top left breast pocket. She wondered whether it disguised an elegant fountain pen or a boring old biro beneath such a brilliant façade. Her money would be on the fountain pen. These images and thoughts flittered quickly through her mind as she lowered her body to the floor. Her sex hungered for the caress of his fingertips and her body longed for the pain that the paddle would provide. It was disturbing. She was already being indoctrinated to enjoy the perverted goings-on in this place and it was no lie that the orgasms she’d received at Albrecht had been the best of her life. She had a suspicion that within a week, sex outside of the compound would pale unpleasantly in comparison, just as she had been warned. The forced submission messed with her head. One second she hated it and in the next she would begging her captor for more. If it was anyone but Mark, things might have been different. Why did he have to have such an effect on her? And why couldn’t she overcome it? She found herself wanting to be his slave; yearning to cater to his every little whim and desire. Was she nuts? It certainly felt like it. The man had proved himself to be a vicious sadist. She would do well to keep that in mind and make sure her faculties remained intact.

 ‘Open those legs wider.’

She, of course, did exactly as he asked.

‘Wider.’ Using his paddle against her inner thighs he batted at each one in turn until he had spread her legs to his satisfaction.  ‘Lovely.’ He gave her a friendly swat with the paddle, just to watch her squirm. ‘Are you wet, Petal?’

‘Yes.’ Whilst wincing at his use of her new name, she saw no point in lying, knowing full well he would probably check if she replied in the negative.

Another smack was delivered to each cheek, both of which had begun to take on a delicate pink tone. Jenny squirmed. He sank to his knees beside her. Facing the opposite direction to her, he used one hand to toy with her clamped nipples whilst the other used the paddle to exacting effect. ‘I love the sound of these,’ he said, flicking the tiny bells over and over with his fingers. ‘So tiny, so sweet. And I love watching your ass redden under my paddle; the rosy hue you wear becomes you.’ As if to emphasize his point, the paddle rained down blows in a smacking frenzy.

Jenny snorted in response. Though his blows were beginning to warm up her flesh, they had yet to cause any harm.

‘Oh, you think not?’

He grabbed a handful of her ass and dug his fingers in. ‘Do you like the feel of this paddle against your skin?’

‘Yes.’

The whispered word was music to his ears. ‘I’m going to have a lovely Mahogany paddle carved just for you. ‘We’ll emblazon your name all over it. We’ll have to, as it’s so bloody long. Pretty Pink Petals is quite a mouthful. Or we could shorten it to ‘Pet.’ There’d be room for a sentence then. How about: ‘Pet’s Punisher?’ It has a certain, naughty ring to it.’ He drew his free hand away and aimed the paddle at her ass once again, swishing it quickly from left to right and making sure that each successive stroke was harder than the last. He wanted to hear beautiful sounds coming from her lips, which were at present tightly closed. They wouldn’t be for long.

Jenny wiggled. Then she squirmed. Finally, she danced. It wasn’t just her backside, her whole body rotated and jiggled. The paddle was relentless. Its fiery heat was spreading warmth through her flesh that she had no control over. The sensation of being spanked, with her legs wide open and ready to be taken by this man, was exquisite. She wanted to be firmly under his thumb. She wanted to feel his cock grazing for entrance at her swollen core and she wanted to be taken. He could be hard, rough, slow, gentle; any of these ways and more. She wanted it all. She would take it all. When his hand finally stopped pounding at her ass and his hand dipped down the valley of her asscheek, she bleated like a new-born lamb. She was hungry. So very hungry.

Mark had much the same yearnings as Jenny, but he wanted to see to her pleasure first. Proceeding to slide two conjoined digits, his middle and index, from the entrance of her pussy to the nub of her clit he made tiny, slippery journeys with them, forwards and back. A loud and wanton groan burst from her lips. He pulled his fingers away from her sex and reached around her face, sliding the sticky mess across her cheek. Bravely he inserted them inside her mouth, which had been wide open and panting with exertion. He braced himself for a bite. Without being asked, however, she sucked upon them, cleaning up the mess she had made and providing his fingers with yet more lubrication. It was almost too good to be true. Using the gooey liquid to expert effect, his fingers circled her clit, rubbing in concentric circles and drawing out low moans of pleasure. His little pony was most definitely in heat. ‘Tell me what you want,’ he purred in her ear.

‘I want…’ She couldn’t help but let out another groan of frustration as his fingers moved faster around her most sensitive sexual organ. ‘I want…’ Again they increased in speed and Jenny found it nearly impossible to catch her breath. ‘I want to get…’ Yet another cry of torment was wrenched from her.

‘Laid?’ Mark laughed and the sound echoed around the rafters of the cold, brick barn.

‘Out of here,’ Jenny finished, inordinately pleased that she’d managed to finish her sentence.

The fingers stopped. They hovered, motionless, a few millimetres above her clitoris. She mewled in protest.

‘You are a stubborn one, aren’t you?’ Mark rolled his eyes.

‘I might have heard that mentioned before, yes.’ A series of complaintive squeaks left her lips.

‘And just what would you offer me, to get that little butt out of here?’

Jenny swung her head around, wondering if he was serious or not. When her eyes connected with his face there was no smile in sight. She managed to whisper, ‘What do you want?’ Whilst she still fully expected to be rescued, it wasn’t a bad idea to have a reserve plan in place. Besides, curiosity had gotten the better of her. What did he want? The fingers started again, slowly but surely. They meandered over the hills and valleys of her sex and pressed, dipped, plunged and stroked. Sublime did not even begin to describe their expertise. Squirming once more, she could do little but listen to his response in a lust-filled haze.

‘I want everything,’ he replied with quiet conviction. ‘Everything you have to give. Your body. Your mind. Your self-control. Your thoughts. Your will. You would give it all up to me. I would have you as my slave, at my permanent beck and call, to do whatever I wished with. One moment you might dance on my fingers and in the next you might find yourself suspended from my dungeon ceiling. You would accompany me to dinner and talk pleasantries one day, and service the whims of my guests at my home on another. Would you like that? Obeying my every order? Experiencing more pleasure than you ever thought yourself capable of?’ Picking up the paddle again, he began to spank her ass in earnest, whilst his fingers continued their frenzied exploration.

Jenny was fighting two things at once; a turbulent anger that threatened to implode from her chest and her near impending orgasm, which would explode from a lower part of her anatomy. ‘I would rather rot in hell, here,’ she bit out. The sound of laughter only served to infuriate her further.

‘That’s what I thought. The good news is that I can do virtually all the same things to you here. No escape is needed.’ His fingers hummed across her swollen clit with the speed of lightning. Her body desperately craved the release his fingers could provide. She had fallen under his spell with little effort on his part. Jenny ached to be filled. Already imagining his cock, plunging back and forth inside her body, she nearly came on the spot, but his fingers stiffened and held back as soon as they realised how close she was. Jenny screamed and heard her pain ricochet off the walls, mixed with the annoying sound of his laughter.

‘You may come for me, Pet. Now.’ He pulled on the wires that held the dildos embedded inside her and each popped free as she began to scream out her pleasure.

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Next up is Andromeda Bliss, who lives in an erotic world of her own creation filled with fantastical beings on titillating adventures in faraway places. She adores her exotic creations and does not ever want to stop playing with them, so please excuse her distraction. When she drifts back to Earth, she’d be delighted to discuss her work in exquisite, ardent detail. She also takes suggestions on what fantasies readers would like to see next—any excuse for more provocative playtime.
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Book Blurb:

Sasha visits an alien bar looking for exotic excitement and wakes in a strange white room with no memory of how she got there. There is no exit—is this a jail cell? Or a cage? The intriguing reptilian male in the next cell tells her she was abducted and is now the subject of experimentation. But what kind of experiments? When a female alien enters his cell, Sasha witnesses in scorching detail the erotic behavior their captors expect to observe. And she’s his next test partner...

Warning: “Sasha’s Story” is a 10,000+ word erotic short story intended for mature audiences only, with explicit sexual content, graphic language, and sizzling human/alien scenarios that may be shocking to some readers. Enter at your own risk!

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Excerpt:

Belatedly Sasha realized she was staring like a voyeur and twisted around, heat flooding her face and rolling down her body in a flush of embarrassment and reluctant lust. She was breathing hard, heart thundering in her chest, skin tingling all over. A light film of sweat dampened her skin as she sat in a daze, trying to come to terms with what she’d seen. A memory of his lean hips driving forward ambushed her and she gasped, nipples tightening to needy buds, pussy clenching emptily and her clit a throbbing knot.

What the hell are you doing? She thought to herself. She’d just found out she was the victim of kidnap and instead of finding a way to escape she was drooling over alien sex in the next cell. Listening to her own harsh breathing, she looked around again desperately. But escaping this featureless little box was going to take a lot more than wishful thinking. It looked completely solid, not a seam or crack, nothing. Not even the shelf with the glass, the wall now a blank white expanse.

When had that happened? Now she had nothing to look at or do except think about what deep shit she was in…and maybe watch the thrills next door. Biting her lip and calling herself a pervert, she shifted restlessly then got to her feet, pacing with her face turned away from the next cell. But she couldn’t help it—she peeked.

The golden-furred female was now straddling him, her stocky legs spread wide and straining, back bowed as she clutched him with all four hands. He was sitting with hands braced behind him, hips off the floor, driving into the female fast and hard. She thrashed and shook, breasts bouncing, jaw working as if she was howling with pleasure.

Shaken, Sasha looked away again and braced a hand on the cold wall. Wow. The little room felt twenty degrees hotter. Wiping the sweat off her forehead, she yanked down the zipper of her jumpsuit and blessed the plain undershirt she wore beneath, the breathable fabric letting cool air touch her skin. Shrugging the jumpsuit off her shoulders, she tied the sleeves around her waist and began pacing again, this time grimly steeling herself not to look in the next room. If she did she was afraid she’d stuff a hand down her jumpsuit and join in the festivities...
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Last but not least is Ms Daizie Draper, one of my faves on SatSpanks. ;) Let's see what hotness she is sharing. So she is a happily married sex fiend, who loves to write naughty stories that mix the sweetness of chocolate with the bite of leather. She likes sensuality, kink, fruit, impressionistic art, spanking and beauty. She hates big bugs, freedom crushers, injustice, artificial orange and onions. Along with 27 other people in the world, she has never read 50 Shades of Grey.

Hey me too!!! I'll be 28. ;)
Book Description:

Addison lands smack over the lap of her dream Dom, but Logan wants nothing to do with an obsequious sub who will surely turn him into a nightmare.


When sorority pledge, Addison Montgomery, gets caught chucking eggs at a mansion at the demand of her sisters on Halloween, she's punished by the rich man's son, Logan Thorndike, a hot junior at her college, and they get swept up in the delicious power exchange and a tumultuous squall of passion. Addison is certain Logan is the perfect full-time Dom for her, but he's doing all he can to keep the darker corners of his soul in check. With her chasing him down and not letting up, he tentatively claims her as his because he can't resist her sexy flirtation and naughty behavior that demands a strong dose of correction.

As they engage in loads of hot "funishment" and experience the thrill of D/s and kink, Logan quickly settles into his position over her. But jumping into a BDSM lifestyle, while trying to balance college life and their animalistic lusts, may be way too hot for them to handle. The dark turns and bumps in the road take them both by surprise and threaten to derail everything beautiful they're striving to create.

* * * This 107,700-word collection is the first five books in the 10-part Sorority Pledge Saga, a serialization that follows a rocky romance centered around the edgy bliss of Domination and submission. Please be 18+ and naughty enough for a spanking of your own. * * *
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Excerpt (please keep it like 1500 words):  

Logan backed me into the wall with delicate digits against my spiraling tummy. My heart sped when he drew close to me, his chest stopping a few inches from mine. His left arm arched over me on the wall as he leaned in. Logan’s lips looked so kissable, soft and delicious. My god, was he actually going to plant them on me? Electric sparks simmered beneath my skin, and they fluttered up to my face and down to my unpopped cherry. I felt hotter and hotter as I held his intense gaze, until I was boiling with need. 

“Third phase is your choice,” he whispered all husky. His touch at my abdomen drifted down, down, until he was skimming across my thigh, whisking back and forth, then it began dancing, floating, rising, ever so softly, right under the hem of my flimsy skirt. He never lost contact with my skin or gaze during the glorious ascent.

Breaths skipped out of my nostrils in double time. My lungs were on fire, hot and raspy with want, and my lips felt parched, drawing out a stroke of my tongue.

“Seven hundred and twenty-six,” he muttered.

“Mmm, what?”

“Including hundreds of playfully delivered warm-up slaps, that’s where we’re at.”

“Oh. You counted? Wow, that’s a lot.”

“Indeed. That’s way more than I expected to give you.” His chickadee wings finally reached their destination, stopping and curling right under my soaked flower. “And look what we have here.”

I gasped when two fingers drew lines along my flesh.

He tsked and said, “Syrup on tap, even more than when I last checked.” Logan gently stroked the folds of my slit and covered my mouth with his other hand, shielding a moan when he edged the entrance with little circles. “Shhh, bad girl. How many spanks does it take to make an impact on a spanko who’s loving every minute of her punishment?”

I shrugged, but it morphed into a shiver when the breeze from the opened front door tickled my body and bitch-slapped the internal heat that was so close to consuming me.

“Neither do I. You’ve cried, sure, but not because you’re sorry. The truth is right here.” He looked down on the fondling action and back up, reclaiming my hypnotized stare. I was captivated and awestruck by the autumn in his eyes. “Want me to stop?”

Fuck no. His hand still blocking my lips, I shook my head side to side.

“Didn’t think so.” He released my mouth, placing his curled hand back over my head, but his other touch, building now, had me drowning in desire.

I quivered and clamped my jaw to kill the wild groan of ecstasy rushing along my tongue, as he thrust up inside me and finger-fucked me in the hallway while kids were getting treats right around the corner. I closed my eyes and lolled against the wall.

“Mmm, you’re so juicy.” He pressed his upper body closer until his lips were tickling my ear. His furious pulse was maddening against my boobs.

God, how I wanted this man. My eyes opened wide when I realized I’d hooked my fingers into his waistband and pulled his pelvis closer. I dropped my hand and raked my nails, accidentally I think, but not regrettably, against the restrained bulge that was still too far away from me.

“Naughty girl.” As he glided his fingers up into me, again and again, he inhaled deeply, his nose right on my skin. All of his touches flared twangy ribbons of energy through my body. “Speaking of juicy … you smell like peach. Not fake peach, real peach, ripe, succulent and sweet, ready to be eaten. It’s such a surprising scent for the dead of fall. Your shampoo or your body spray. Or maybe … it’s just you. Wanna know what I think, Luscious?”

He pulled back from me, but I was a puddle now, still tingling on my ear and in my well of passion. He stopped moving his hand but stayed buried inside me. I cursed my cunt as it squeezed at the desired intrusion of its own volition, begging him to resume that scorching slide. Could I be more slutty?

“I think your face should get redder than that ass and that embarrassment should linger in your gut for days, so much so, that you don’t even have to recall the event, it’s just there, constantly biting at your bits and making you burn. I think your stomach and legs should tremble so much, you’re convinced they’ve turned to Jell-O. I think you should whimper and cry deep in your soul because I made you feel like the bad girl you are. And I think you should, at the end of it all, feel totally absolved and repentant. I can make that happen. You shouldn’t be here getting your kinky kicks for free on my dime. I can punish you right, but you’d have to follow me into the darkness and do exactly as I ask. It wouldn’t be pretty. That’s option one. Or you can take the safer road and let me top you off at eight hundred with my hand, or a hairbrush perhaps, and you can leave here, knowing you didn’t get the punishment you truly deserved.” He took his hand off my mouth, slid out of my truth and slowly sucked my blabbermouth juice off his fingers. My loins jolted and ached. He ran his tongue across his fucking awesome lower lip, and I could smell my arousal on him, all spicy sweet. “Mmm. You are the peach. If I took a ripened slice, dipped it in butter and sugar and gave it a sprinkle of salt and pepper, it wouldn’t be as delectable, but it would be very close to the taste of you. Eating you out would surely be a heavenly experience, but only real angels deserve such a fun reward. You are here for punishment. Choose your poison.”

I clutched a fistful of his T-shirt and looked him dead in the eye as I breathed out, “Punish me … as you see fit.”

His eyes squinted, stealing the flames of Eros, and his breath hitched up to tango with mine. He was turned on, inspired, thrilled by my pick. He waited three seconds for me to change my mind, but I kept my trap shut. “There’s no backing out.”

“I made my choice and will hold to it.”

“Very well.”

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#SatSpanks #EroticFantasies free anthology #rafflecopter Does BLUE BIRD get her spanking? #excerpt

3/21/2014

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This is from my piece Blue Bird out of the Erotic Fantasies Anthology. If you haven't grabbed it yet I urge you to do so.

So if you missed last week here is the link CLICK HERE!  So now what will this little cock tease get? After all she just wants to do is please him...
 Before I even finished, he flipped me over and turned up my dress, tugging my panties down. His elbow pressed firmly into my back, locking me in place.

“Oh, my god!” I squealed.

Smack!

“Fuck!” The sting of the cold made the slap so much worse. “Sir, please.”

Smack!

“I don’t want to hear it. I did tell you no teasing, and I was adamant that there was going to be no sex tonight.”

His cruel hand came crashing down again, and the pain burnt my skin, as the sixth and seventh cracks came down.

“Please, sir. Please!” I cried. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to tease you. Please let me fix it. Please.”

His hand rubbed on my sore bottom, which I was sure shone like a beacon in the dark night. Rudolph would surely be outshone by this one.

My panting and tears were echoing off the water. As I stilled, I could hear the frogs again, while I whimpered lightly on his lap.

Sir pulled me up and brought my face to his; I expected anger, but he seemed softer. His eyes appeared darker, and made my lips drip with moisture – both pairs of them.

Yep, waaaaay over the limit this week. I'll be waiting in the corner.



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#BlogHop @PaigeMatthews_3 Crossroads New Cover reveal #Rafflecopter #excerpt and book sale. Come over and play.

3/20/2014

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So, Ms Paige Matthew's is here to share her re-released cover of Crossroads! Isn't it divine? I just love the colors Sorry my blog isn't the best for some things due to the narrow constraints...why does that sound so naughty? Anyway she has this one on sale for a limited time at $1.99. So grab it while it's hot peeps!!
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Synopsis:

Everyone finds themselves at a crossroads in their life. 



Caleb Cross is not your typical front man. His is not the bad boy, partying, love ‘em and leave ‘em persona, although his public image states otherwise. Being the lead singer of the popular rock band, Double Cross, there are a lot of things the fans and the public do not know about Caleb. Sure, he likes to have a little fun now and again, but after a publicity stunt goes wrong, he is determined to shed the ultra-bad boy image.



Katherine "Kat" Summers is not a typical woman. Not a girl who gets star struck or easily impressed, Kat is content with being herself and who she is. When Kat's company is hired by Caleb Cross to rebrand him, she finds herself re-evaluating everything she knows about herself and about her life. Trying to maintain who she is against what she begins to desire, proves to be difficult for her. 

       For Caleb, hiring a new publicist to help reshape his image was the easy part. What he didn’t count on was being reunited with the one girl that made him question everything about himself. He’s forced to confront himself once more, in order to learn what he truly wants, and who he truly is.

Excerpt:
“This one looks good.” Reese was modeling a ring on her finger. “I think she’ll like it.”

I glanced over and shook my head, “Not big enough.” I turned my attention back to the saleswoman. It had only been a week since she left me and she was still not answering my calls, sending them to voicemail. After leaving about twenty messages, I decided to stop harassing her. Instead, I put my plan into motion. I was relieved that I hadn’t heard anything from Camie in a week and partially relieved that nothing had been leaked to the press about whatever thing she thought she was going to tell them. I refused to put any more money into her account and she wasn’t too pleased.

“Earth to Caleb…” Reese moved her head back and forth attempting to capture my attention.

“Yeah, what’s up?” I asked.

“How about this one?” she asked holding up another solitaire. I walked over to her and in her hand she held a two and half carat, square cut, and platinum set solitaire, lined with diamonds in the band. A simple, yet very elegant look.

“I like that one. It’s her, simple and chic.” I turned to the saleswoman. “I’ll take this one. Add a matching diamond pendant with it.” She simply nodded her head and took off in back. Reese hugged me.

“What was that for?” I asked hugging her back.

“Just because.” She smiled and we broke apart as the attendant returned with my purchases. I handed her my black Amex and paid. Reese grabbed the bag and we left the store.

“I just wish she’d return my calls,” I mumbled as we strolled down Rodeo Dr.

“Give her some time, Caleb. She’ll come around. What do you have planned for when you go back?” She asked as she stopped to window shop.

“I don’t know yet. I figured I had a week or so to figure it out.” Reese nodded and pulled me into a floral shop. “What are we doing here?”

“You’re going to send her flowers.” She said matter of fact.

“Yeah, I don’t think that is a good idea. Won’t that come across cheesy?” I said as Reese moved around the shop looking at the arrangements.

“Nope. Give me your credit card.” Demanding little one she was. I handed her my card and she strolled off to speak with the girl at the counter. I looked at my phone, checking to see if there was anything response from Kat, anything.

Reese returned a few moments later. “What’s the good word?” I asked.

“You have sent a dozen roses every other day for the next two weeks until you return.” I shook my head.

“Are you insane? She’s going to kill me, or refuse to talk to me.”

“Or she won’t. She’ll see your persistence.” Reese walked out of the shop and I followed.

“Or she’ll think I’m stalking her. You do remember what she is like right?” Concern breaking through my voice.

“Calm down, Caleb. I know what I was doing. Let’s get some lunch.” Her hands were on her hips, the sun graced her hair, which was now blond with a chunk of black and a chunk of pink in the front. I nodded and laughed, walking in the direction of our favorite spot. Reese was a spit fire, always has been. I was glad to have her on my side.

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I grew up in a small, idyllic affluent town in the Western part of Connecticut, USA. The town definitely did not match my personality. My high school years were filled with the proverbial teenage fun, although not too much by me. I stayed close to home and pursued my B.A. in English Comparative Literature from a local college and then continued on for my M.A in English Professional Writing. I have always had a love for reading and literature and only furthered that during my studies. During my M.A. studies I decided it was time to challenge myself and work in a field that I have long admired and dreamt off: being a writer.

Having entered the lifestyle a few years ago, I write erotica with a preference toward BDSM themes. I enjoy exploring the emotional connection and emotions behind the D/s relationships and why we like what we like.



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Rules and why BDSM isn't abuse @JoelleCasteel blog hop re-release Out of the Night: Book One

3/18/2014

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I have Joelle Casteel on my blog today! She is re-releasing her book Out of the Night: Book One. She has been sharing snippets about this book on the Sat Spanks blog hop for some time and it's quite intriguing. It is a world constructed like no other I've read so far. It's fantasy with Dominance and Submission combined. Read on to see come excerpts...

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It's day 5 on my blog tour for the re-release of "Out of the Night: Book One" of my Vala's Story serial. Please visit this page if you want to catch up on missed posts. Thank you, Suzy, for hosting me.

First I want to share two snippets of extra-novel fiction I wrote just for this post.

Mother grabbed Mearr by the upper arm, the skin turning white with the force. She screamed. "You aren't going to school dressed like that! You know pants and make up are against my rules, you slut."

"Your rules are absurd. No one else at my school has stupid rules like yours." Mearr glared at her mother. Why had she been cursed with such horrible parents?

"I don't care what those other children are allowed. Go fix yourself now!"

Mearr ran up the stairs to her bedroom and slammed the door behind her. She was within the school dress code; why was her mother such a bitch? She'd put on the skirt and just change at school again. Bitch would never know the difference.

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The Queen held Vala with an intense stare. "The first and most important rule for my slaves is not to lie to me. I value truthfulness." He dragged his finger down her chest, stopping on her stomach. "However I do sometimes think the Christians have it right that confession is good for the soul. I may punish less if the truth is quickly told me. I might."

Vala licked her lips. "I can live with that rule, my Queen. After spending so much time lying to my mother for my father, I think I should enjoy the chance to always be truthful."

"I hope so." The Queen leaned in to kiss Vala. "Lies found out tend to earn the liars my harshest punishments."

So do you wanna argue with me that Mearr is a child being told a rule by her parent (she's a teen there BTW) and Vala years later is a young adult (about 19 years old) talking to The Queen as another adult? So the two aren't a correct comparison? I don't agree- with those who think that's the case. However the point between these two snippets is not about who is making and enforcing the rules, but about consent and negotiation. Can you imagine Mearr talking to her mother about the rules about dress? Nope, I can't either. But The Queen, who longs to be in a BDSM Master/slave relationship with Vala, is engaging her in conversation about his rules and gives her the space to say if she can live with that first and most important rule of his. The subject of rules and obedience actually takes the center stage of conversation during a lesson of Vala's in the second book in the serial, "Gates of the Garden: Book Two" (expected release date in the next month or so)

Now I want to move from the notion of rules to abuse. You might only see a teen and her mother disagreeing in that snippet above, but what Mearr and her mother have is an abusive relationship. She actually starts out her story living in a coffeehouse after having run away from her parents' abuse. Like I have joked that I'm not the poster child any movement would want, I think Vala would joke the same. Like the stereotype of a BDSM person, she does have abuse and rape in her personal history. But the difference with The Queen and his leather family is that there is consent, negotiation, and the ability to leave. If you search on the Internet "BDSM versus abuse," you'll find dozens of charts, graphs etc that compare the two. I recommend the exercise :D. It may look like (to the untrained eye, unfamiliar with BDSM) that Mearr has escaped the desperation of drug use, prostitution, and living on the street only to be beaten and told what to do, to people who understand and enjoy BDSM, the freedoms The Queen gives Vala are many. He helps her to get healthy, to rename herself with a name she prefers to her birth name, by exposing her widely to all sorts of sexual activity in controlled, safe environments, he helps her to find out more about her sexuality and what she enjoys.

Excerpt from "Out of the Night: Book One" Copyright Joelle Casteel 2007-2014

"You are incredibly beautiful and desirable. I want to help you to become even more so if you will let me mold you." His hand on her cheek, his gaze went down to her stomach to see a multitude of tiny, jagged scars on her stomach.

"Mold me?" A touch of hysteria crept into her voice as she struggled out of his arms. "My mother wanted to mold me into the 'perfect' Christian and she tried to beat and lecture me into the perfect mold. Are you gonna do that too? Beat me into whatever mold you want?"

"No, Mearr. That is not what I meant. I want to help you to become what you want to be."

"Why should I trust you?"

"You should only trust me if I prove to be trustworthy in your eyes." He knelt in front of her. "I want to help you. I want to take you in my arms and hold you until you feel safe, until you feel okay again." He looked up at her from his knees.

"Out of the Night: Book One" blurb


Restless and world-weary, Mearr isn't about to admit she needs anyone's help, even this gorgeous man who has taken her into his home. Well one of his homes and part of this huge family she's heard about but not met all of. She's young, looks young, and knows it but at least she's legal now so she can pick a new name to go with her new life...

The Queen knows he wants Mearr bad, ever since the first time he saw her in the window of the coffeehouse. He has his plan, but even a Dominant's plans don't always survive the unpredictability of the future. He struggles to figure out this temperamental woman he's brought home, how best to help her. Then he takes her to his mansion...

They wait patiently for The Queen to bring Mearr home. Well to the home they've been redecorating for Him and for the hopes that she'll become part of their family and be trained to please Him. Simon and Tommy have seen her, of course, being The Queen's right and left hands; they say she'll be a perfect addition...

Please come along with Joelle on this journey, shared with the readers in serial fashion. A multitude of "Happily-ever-afters" are waiting with the completion of book 9.

Author's Note: This novel is meant for open-minded adults. Activities described include a wide range of BDSM and sexual activities, some of which are male/male, male/female, consensual slavery, oral/anal/vaginal intercourse, bondage. The story also covers some sensitive topics in characters' backstories, such as drug abuse.

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Joelle Casteel has been writing for as long as she can remember. Explicit, graphic, her writing isn't for minors or the easily offended. Once upon a time, she preferred to write on a PC, sitting on a stool- there were those who told her she looked like Tori Amos playing the piano. She's still trying to get the hang of writing in an arm chair instead, normally with a heavy dog's head resting on her feet, whether she wants that or not. With BDSM gaining a broader audience with various books- which she will not name because she can't stand them- she feels it's past time to put out her impression of what BDSM can look like in reality.

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#SatSpanks Blue Bird #eroticfantasies What do little girls get for teasing? Author Anniversary #event $10 Amazon Gift Card & free book Cristal Blue

3/14/2014

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If you haven't found out by now my new release, Erotic Fantasies, well it's an anthology with 10 other fantastic authors,  has been released it is free everywhere but Amazon (of course). So any help with price matching would be so much appreciated!!

This scene is a little after the other one from last week...


So they just kissed and Sir complimented her, stating she probably had other talents in the oral realm.
“Should we test it out now, sir?”

His teeth gripped my earlobe. “You are the tease I knew you would be. I promised no sexual contact tonight.”

I whimpered. “I’d like to take care of you. Please, sir, let me take care of this.” I grinned, as it twitched under my bottom, as I pleaded.

“I have half a mind to spank you until you are sore, for being such a cock-tease.”

“But, sir, I really want to-” My hand slipped between my thighs.

What do you think is going to happen next??

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On 3/24 it is my One Year Author Anniversary. So in honor of that I am having an event on Facebook. Please click on my Facebook Event for a free copy of my short story Cristal Blue. (Note: you have to be going). Also if you invite the most people (they have to click your name and be going) you will win a $10 Amazon Gift Card!   CLICK HERE
I have another question for you...if you have have seen my free reads section and read my short story (The Visit), which is in 3 parts. I'd like honest opinions. If I cleaned it up a bit and added more depth, would it be a respectable piece to send to the BDSM writers con contest. I wanted to send Saving Lady J, but there is no category for switch. :( I might submit it to another publisher, because I truly think it's a great piece. Thoughts?

OK, Ok, I've held you hostage enough. Please be sure to check out my spanky friends this week!!
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Normandie Alleman "Rescued by the Buccaneer" #Newrelease @NormandieA...pirates and spankings oh my!

3/12/2014

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I have Normandie Alleman on my blog today! She is sharing her new release...yum pirates and spankings oh my!

I met Normandie through the SatSpanks blog hop, so you know there will be delicious spankings in this one.

Thanks for hosting me today, Suzy. I’m excited to tell you about my new release, Rescued by the Buccaneer, the first in the Pirates of the Jolie Rouge Trilogy.

Blurb

When Frederica Beauchamp boards a ship for the Americas, she dreams of a life filled with adventure, but she gets more than she bargained for when her passenger ship is attacked by pirates.  The heartless men kidnap her and force her to serve their captain—a fate that might be worse than death, since though he does not have his way with her, the captain delights in baring her, shaming her, and thrashing her bare bottom as punishment for every imagined disobedience.

After the pirates bring aboard an injured man found floating in the sea, Frederica tends to his wounds and learns that he is Gaston Galette, a survivor of a shipwrecked vessel. Gaston seeks her help to overthrow the vile captain, but when their plan goes awry he is forced to use all of his wiles to save them. As the naïve girl and the seasoned sailor navigate one perilous situation after another, he informs Frederica that the only way they can survive is if he is in command, and that if she thinks things can be otherwise, she will be taken over his knee for a bare bottom spanking.

As he watches the proud, willful Frederica bow to his authority, however, Gaston worries that her growing hold on his heart will be his downfall. He knows he cannot take a woman with him when he returns to his ship and crew, but when Frederica accepts his lustful dominance completely, submitting to him with grace and beauty no other woman could match, Gaston realizes that he may never be able to let her go.

Excerpt:

The ship lurched. Frederica fell back on her haunches and Gaston steadied himself with a rope along the wall.

“Wind’s picking up,” he said. “Boy am I glad to be on board. I don’t relish riding those sorts of waves.”

She clutched her belly and nodded.

“What’s the matter?”

She bit her lip. “Nothing. It comes and goes.”

“Seasick?”

“I had some of the best sea legs on the Adelaide,” she said defiantly. “But sometimes she jolts me around so.”

He pointed at one of his golden hoop earrings. “These help.”

“What? How?”

“Something about pressure points. You may try if you like.” He removed the earring and handed it to her.

She accepted the offering, turning it around on her palm. “Thank you, but I’m not sure how to wear it,” she said fingering her right earlobe.

“Aye, we’ll have to pierce it.”

“Oh my! Will it hurt?”

“It won’t feel like a promenade in the park, but ‘twill be better than the nausea.”

“Won’t you be needing it?”

He offered her a wink and a smile. “I’ve got plenty of earbobs, my dear. Plenty.”

His neck was adorned with several gold chains, and though she had no idea where he could be hiding them, she chose to believe him.

The door swung open and Bradford stuck his head in. “Almost finished, Miss Frederica?”

She batted her eyelashes at Bradford. “Just another minute.”

Bradford nodded and stepped outside.

“Have a little thing for the bosun, do we?” Gaston teased.

She scowled. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. The man saved my life; therefore, I am kind to him.” She picked up the rag off the ground and tossed it back into the bucket and handed him back his earring.

Taking her hand between his, he looked deep into her eyes. “Let me help you, my dear. After what you’ve done for me.” He gestured at his wound and handed the gold hoop back to her. “Keep this.”

“But I can’t.”

“Meet me later. Your mending needle—clean it. Pass it through a flame, then wrap it in a clean cloth and bring it to me.”

She fiddled with the hem of her dress, wondering if she dared. What if the captain caught her? He was liable to kill her.

Jumping to her feet, she gathered the medical supplies, then said over her shoulder, “All right. Meet me tomorrow night at midnight on deck,” and then hurried out the door.


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A former psychologist, Normandie has always been fascinated by human behavior. She loves writing quirky characters that are all too human. Fiber arts, baking, and Pinterest are a few of her favorite pastimes. She lives on a farm with a passel of kids, an adorable husband, and a pet pig who’s crazy for Red Bull.

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Self publishing is like being the Mad Hatter on Crack #advice for authors

3/9/2014

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If you don't know me, Alice in Wonderland is my favorite book of all time. ;) One of these day's I'll do it justice.
So, I was sort of laughing when someone brought up that a friend asked them what self-publishing/
indie writing entailed. First—let me insert here if someone asks that’s better than the latter…oh writing is so easy, write the thing and put it up there. It reminds me about each and every time a new writer asks me for advice on anything. I’ve had a few that said that’s too ridiculous (perhaps thinking, this girl has no idea what she’s talking about…lol).

Think of the Mad Hatter on crack…this is who you have to be.

What do you mean…all you have to do is write the story, right?

Let’s see here...hmm write the story. This is tougher for some, writers block, research, etc. My problem is the opposite. I have too many ideas and stories to keep up with!

Step two edit, step three edit, step four edit…haha, you get the idea. Too many people complain they don’t have money for an editor, well you better be damn sure you have an eagle eye and have critique partners. What is a critique partner? They are person who reads/writes in the genre you write and will read your story and edit it. I do track changes for my CP’s. Also, I have software that reads back my text. The good thing about eBooks is you can re-read it at a later date and upload a new version. And yes now that I have come along, I have found an editor. Editors: there are many different kinds of editors, find the one you need (content, grammar, etc). This is why a CP is like gold, they can tell you your “issues”.

After this is the cover, be willing to spend some money, but not an exorbitant amount. Some people spend $250 for a cover. This is crazy! I was under the naive notion that I could do my own. Um, did I mention yet that I am a control freak? It was a sloppy mess. I bought some covers from selfpubbookcovers.com and I was very happy with them. But I admit, I needed a better understanding of what sells. People clearly DO judge a book by its cover. I have made Bound for Pleasure, but not without help. I still struggled with understanding GIMP II.

Since then I have purchased the pictures for covers and had someone help me with them. I trade work in kind and basically say verbatim what I want. This isn't to say she isn't talented, I can't wait to show you one cover that blew me away. As I mentioned I think GIMP II hates me. You can't be good at everything and they sooner you realize that they better. I have been having http://www.satisfictionservices.com/ doing my covers for quite some time now.

Marketing: You need to be good with social media. Understand how they work and find circles and marketing sites on Facebook. Be sure to start with a “personal” Facebook and then an “Author” Facebook page off of that. The personal one helps you Market on other Facebook pages. Your author page is great tool for understanding your audience. A blog is another good way to market, but decide if you can keep up with it and what type of content you want on it.

Marketing is the biggest piece, growing your brand from your name to your following. People are tempted to buy followers, but why. They aren’t people, but rather robots and they don’t buy books. Also people putting “Bestselling Author” I’ve told this to a few people, make sure you are honest with your readers. Did you earn that title? Did you “sell” these books or where they free? Be sure to make that distinction.

Be sure to hype up your book before you publish it. Ask others for help, do a cover reveal, blog tour, Rafflecopter, Goodreads giveaways, there are so many things.

What not to do:

Don’t annoy the heck out of people. OMG I cannot tell you how many people I have unfriended on both Twitter and Facebook. These are SOCIAL places. Also politics and religion have no place here. You are selling books not your personal beliefs. Sure, readers love to feel a connection with you, but they don’t want to be offended.

Twitter:

Don’t say thanks for following me here’s my books in the same Tweet to me…I won’t look at it…guaranteed. AutoDM’s are the worst.

Don’t put my name in a Tweet with your marketing promo.

Facebook:

Stop promoting to the same pages every day. I try to do it once a week and I have many books. Most people in your circle are in the same groups as you. So you clutter up my notification’s feed. I see 45 notifications and 12 are from ABC person (unfriend, especially if that is the only reason you friended me). Also, don’t PM a link. A link and nothing else screams spam to me.

Damn, this girl is so mean you say. LOL Someone actually heard my whole spiel about Amazon. About certain covers and words not accepted. They said this is too hard, too much red tape and said forget it. You need to understand and be mindful of so much. I read a lot of books before I published my very first one. Arm yourself, ask questions and don’t go blindly. You will be hurting yourself in the long run.

Phew, are we ready to put the book up yet??

Learn all the places you want to pub, understand the good and bad of each. There are formatting and cover rules for each of them. Then press that button. Sigh you are done, right? Wrong! Market, get reviews and guess what…you better be working on your next book. ;)
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