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New Release: Bad Girl Good

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It’s Release Day! Happy Release Day to ME!

Bad Girl Good is available for the Amazon Kindle.

SQUEEEEEE!!!!! I’m so excited about this novella! It’s got lots of sex, lots of spankings, a little humiliation and some minor anal play. It’s fun, light-hearted, and I had an absolute blast writing it.

The excerpt is here, the link to buy is here, and the smile? Well, that’s located on my face, and there’s no link for that. Yet.

Enjoy the weekend!

xoxo
Sadey

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Heather, Ingrid, Or Someone New?

Rock Creek is on my mind. I often daydream about my kinky community. What are they up to? How’s Ingrid doing in Section Seven? Is Heather still happy with Mark and Rebecca?

I keep starting new books set in Rock Creek, but always come up short. I’ve realized why. There are a few reasons, actually.

  1. These Domestic Discipline Romances are nice, but totally throwing me off my BDSM-game. :)
  2. I’m writing fluffy happy stories. Rock Creek has happiness, but it’s also dark. It’s seedy. There’s corruption, there’s unfairness, and there’s manipulation. I like that there’s not always a happily-ever-after in Rock Creek.
  3. I keep starting books with new characters. New is fine, but I want to continue with Heather. Or perhaps Ingrid. I love those women, and I want to find out what happens next!

I’m going to write quick synopses of three potential books: Heather, post-Social Service. Ingrid, pre-Under Order. Ingrid, in Section Seven. One of those will be next for Rock Creek.

This lovely reader is the one who reminded me that there’s more to tell regarding Heather. Check out her review of Under Order on ‘Travel Nurse Toybox’. A snippet:

I can easily suggest this one and it’s sequel to all who are interested in or actively practicing BDSM. The sex scenes are definitely hot and the dominate/submissive relationship is an eye opener.

Reviews really help indie-authors! If you have a kink-friendly account on Amazon, Goodreads, or Barnes and Noble, please be sure to review your favorite erotica!

xoxo
Sadey

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Rough Drafty

Yesterday I finished up the rough draft of my newest domestic discipline novella. It’s yet untitled, but I have a couple ideas in mind.

Happy! Yay! I’ll let it sit for a week, then start revising, re-revising, cutting, adding, and editing.

I like the story a lot. I like my protagonist, and I like her dominant, strong lover. It was a fun one to write. :) There’s lots of spanks, lil’ bit of anal, some humiliation, and plenty of orgasms.

Next on the drafting board? I’m not sure. I have a 2,000 word-a-day minimum right now, even whilst revising other stuff, so I’ll think it through and start the next book tomorrow. I so, so want it to be Rock Creek. I think the whole Rock Creek thing is daunting to me. I love Under Order and Social Service. They’re my babies, my first novels, and I feel this pressure to make sure the next book is just as good, if not better, than those.

If I go with Rock Creek, it’ll be novel-length, and if I do my 2,000 minimum, it’ll be drafted by the middle of next month. We shall see, won’t we?

The man from the beach is back in town. More on that soon, I’m sure.

Happy Father’s Day!

xoxo
Sadey

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New Release: Odyssey for Passion

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SQUEEEEE!!!

Sometimes when I’m excited, scared, or surprised, I make a super high pitched noise. Examples, eh…let’s see…

When I’m riding in a car and the driver makes a sudden move, or swerves. I squeak.

When the air popper-of-popcorn goes crazy, and shoots out kernels, seemingly aimed directly at me. I squeak. I did this in front of my roommate the other night, who said, “That was weird. And really cute.”

When a package arrives! Oooh that’s the best. Squeak squeak.

And, when I [finally] publish a book I’ve been sitting on for nearly a year: SQUEAK SQUEAK FUCKING SQUEAKERY SQUEAKING!

Odyssey for Passion is available for the Amazon Kindle. I’ll be putting this baby into print soon, too, and of course distributing to other venues (Barnes and Noble, Kobo, and AllRomanceEbooks). For now, it’s exclusively on Amazon. I haven’t decided on the perfect excerpt yet, but when I do, I’ll post it.

For now, just couldn’t wait one more minute to say: IT’S DONE. And it’s fabulous.

*Hair-toss*

xoxo
Sadey

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Halloween! We’re Hungry for Love

HAPPY HALLOWEEN! Photo by Evan Leesson

With perhaps the most appropriate timing ever, Sommer Marsden’s new collection of zombie erotica (you read that right) is available now! I can’t think of anything better to do on Halloween night than curling up with some hot apple cider and enjoying a sexy new book.

That is a lie. I can think of better things to do that involve real-life penises and vaginas.

Maybe, in a perfect world, I’d do both. You can grab a copy of Coming Together: Hungry for Love through one of the venues listed below (or click the link to go straight to Amazon). Proceeds benefit the American Diabetes Association.

That’s right. Coming for a good cause.

I wrote a story for this collection called ‘Zombie Goddess’. Here’s a little excerpt:

Our attention turns to a large, black man who steps forward toward the crowd. He paces in front of us slowly. His arms are thick and muscular, and he holds a long leather flogger in his right hand. Finally, he pauses and regards the spectators with disdain.

“And who will it be tonight?” he shouts.

The silence is deafening. People look around, wondering who will volunteer. A few of them shrink back, like they don’t want to be seen.

“Here we go,” Jasper whispers. He clears his throat and announces, “This one!” He pushes me firmly forward.

“But why?” I hiss, trying to resist.

“You want to freak out the mortals, right?”

“Well, yes…”

“Remember this: You can’t feel the pain.”

Oh. Right. I smile as I realize what Jasper is suggesting, and I turn toward the man. The power he feels, I feel it too. I see it in his eyes and I know I can beat him. I can win this stupid mortal game.

Grasping the hem of my dress, I lift it over my head, just breaking eye contact with the man for a moment. Then I walk toward him, my heels clicking on the tiled floor, my hips swaying from side to side. When I’m right in front of him, I put my hands on my hip and cock my head to the side.

“One rule,” I say.

“Oh?” He looks bemused.

“No touching me.”

His eyebrows furrow. “And why not?”

“I don’t like to be touched.” I shrug, as if it’s really no big deal. This is the point where he could realize my game, who I am, what I’m doing. But he doesn’t. He points to the cross and I put myself into place, my arms and legs spread wide apart, my back to the crowd.

“I have to touch you to tie you,” he says.

“You don’t have to tie me. I’ll stay in place.” I grasp the rope loops with my hands.

The man walks around the cross, eyeing me. “What’s your word?”

“I don’t need a word.”

He pauses when he’s by my face and growls, “You need a word if you want to play with me.”

I shrug, indifferent. “Mercy?”

“Mercy. Say it and I stop.”

“I won’t need to say it.”

The corners of his mouth turn up just slightly. “Is that a challenge?”

I look him straight in the eyes. “Do you want it to be?”

~~

Buy Coming Together: Hungry for Love at these online stores:

:) Happy Halloween, everyone!
xoxo
Sadey

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Readers are Awesome

There may be a day, in the very distant future, when I get overwhelmed by feedback. But I gotta tell you, it would have to be an awful lot of feedback because, thus far, feedback is what’s keeping me going.

Yes, that’s you! You, who wrote to say you enjoyed a book or a blog entry! I send you virtual hugs and kisses for taking the time to write. *smoochies*

Two e-mails lately have made me smile.

From FloggingMommy:

Anyway, I really like the book so far, and I gotta tell ya, standing in line at the DMV reading about spanking was awesome! My own personal coup d’etat. And I’m pretty sure all the tall people standing around me (I’m only 5′ 2″) were peeking over my shoulder at my Kindle. Naughty, naughty and too much fun!

From a reader:

so, i started reading your book…
it definitely did the trick ;)

And, not feedback per se, but a chat with a friend that made me giggle:

Sadey: Finished Spanktastic yet?
Friend: Not yet. I keep having to stop …  if you know what I mean

:)

The Hot Summer Nights bloghop and giveaway goes on for another few days. Check out my giveaway here, and see all the bloghop participants here.

xoxo
Sadey

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Two Nights With Mistress Tracy (Part 4)

Continued from Two Nights With Mistress Tracy (Part 3)

Just joining us? Go to the beginning of the account: Two Nights With Mistress Tracy (Part 1)

I slid out of the coat. We drove for about fifteen minutes in complete silence. Mistress Tracy was probably happily imagining the ways in which she would torture me. I was nervously anticipating the exact same thing.

I haven’t been to many ‘sex shops’ in my life, but the ones I have been to are what I would nicely describe as dingy. Dusty shelves filled with cheap, plastic-encased vibrators. Hanging wracks of poorly made overpriced costumes that surely wouldn’t last for more than a few wears. These are the images that fill my head when I think of ‘sex shops’. Nate and I usually order our toys online from reputable dealers.

We do not buy them in grimy stores.

So I was less than enthusiastic about our field trip. When we pulled into a fancy-ish strip mall in a nice area of town, I looked at her, surprised.

She parked as far away as possible, then led me across the parking lot to the store. Her, fully clothed in appropriate black slacks and a green sweater. Me, the tramp of the hour.

I forgot about our outfits when we walked inside. This store was awesome. It was clean. I recognized a few of the product manufacturers—the stuff was quality. There wasn’t a single cheap vibrator in the place. It was like Utopia’s toy store for kinky folk.

Paddles and straps lined the wall. Restraints of various materials—leather, metal, tape, etc—filled the shelves. Leather and vinyl wear, along with costumes of various sorts, were on hangers and dressed on mannequins.

“How did I not know about this place?” I whispered as we walked around in mostly silence. There was just one other couple in the store. Besides them and the young man who sat at a desk near the back, we were alone.

“It’s pretty new. I told Nate I’d take you here and we’d check it out. I’ve never been, either.”

I was flooded with relief when I realized that this might not be a shopping trip. We were just checking out the newest toy store in town.

I heard a whack of a paddle against skin and peeked around the aisle to see the couple testing out a few of the spanking implements. They were both around thirty and attractive. The woman wore a short skirt and was bending over with her hands on her knees. The man was turning the paddle over and testing its weight. Then he patted her butt and gave her another good whack.

“Ouch!” she cried. Her hands flew to her mouth and she turned red. I could tell she’d been hoping to take the spank in silence.

I turned to Mistress Tracy and saw her lips curl into a cruel smile.

This was not good.

“That packs a punch,” she said loudly as she approached the couple. Mistress Tracy is not a shy woman. She boldly walked up to them and took the paddle from the man’s hands. “Come here, Sadey. Let’s see how it feels on you.”

The man was clearly intrigued. His girlfriend or wife or whatever she was tried to stand up to watch but he gently pushed her back to position.

I bent over beside her and shot her a worried, sideways glance. She gave me a small smile.

Mistress Tracy gave my butt a good smack with the paddle.

“Fuck!” I gasped.

“Watch your mouth,” she said before whacking me again. Then she handed the paddle back to the man and said, “I like it. Nice weight to it. C’mon, Sade.”

My face was just as red as the submissive woman’s beside me and I gratefully stood and scurried off with Mistress Tracy.

We left without buying anything—neither of us really need any more toys—and she drove us back to her place. There, Mistress Tracy got cross with me when I did not immediately strip out of my whore costume when we entered her house.

“What did I tell you about what slaves wear inside?” she snapped.

I saw a sheen in her eyes that made me shiver. Her evil glare combined with her tone made me instantly nervous. And, admittedly, excited. I pulled off the outfit and the shoes and stood naked near the front door. Ready for a quick exit, if necessary.

“Better,” she said. “Follow me.”

We went to her bedroom again, then to her bathroom, and she turned on the shower. “Get in,” she said.

She let the water run cold for a full thirty seconds, pushing me directly under the shower and laughing at me when I yelped and shivered. I watched her undressed but could barely pay attention. I really, really hate cold showers. Finally, she said, “All right. Make it warm,” and she got in the shower with me.

I have never showered with a woman before and I rarely shower with Nate, so this was an odd experience. Also, I distinctly remembered her hair being wet when I arrived at her house that morning and I couldn’t help but wonder what she was going to do to me in the close quarters of her bathtub.

“Wash me,” she commanded, handing me a sponge and soap. I obeyed, of course, and took my time washing every part of her. I washed her pussy last, rubbing her as sensually as I could with the soapy sponge, and she handed me the hand-held shower head to rinse her off.

When she was all cleaned, she pressed firmly on my shoulders until I lowered myself to my knees in front of her. She adjusted the shower so that the water sprayed directly onto my head, over my face, and I squeezed my eyes shut to protect them. Using her hands, she positioned my lips right next to her cunt. I could smell her, and in spite of the fact that I’d just washed her, Mistress Tracy smelled like sex.

I tried to lick her but it was more like she was riding my face. She didn’t start slow, didn’t ease in, no… she just held me still and rubbed her cunt all over me. I stuck my tongue out and lapped at her when I could but finally I just help my tongue there, my mouth open, and relaxed while she fucked me.

I could hear her moaning and felt oddly proud of myself that she was getting so turned on by using me. I grabbed her ass with my hands and squeezed her cheeks hard, and when I did that she screamed out loudly and she came, her wetness slicking all over my face.

She stepped back, steadying herself against the walls of the shower, and looked down at me. Water was still running all over my head and my face, and I must have looked like quite a mess. She smiled and I felt relieved.

“Good girl,” she said.

“I aim to please,” I replied.

… continued at Two Nights With Mistress Tracy (Part 5) …

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