Wednesday, July 30, 2014


Today's my first time visiting WIP It UP.  Many thanks to Melody Parks and her new blog hop 'WIP it UP Wednesday - this is where we authors get to talk about our new WIP's or Works in Progress.  I don't know the rules but I usually don't follow along well anyway.

 This is from a WIP that does not have a final title yet but think maybe At The End of the Rainbow.

Ken and Melody had dinner at a restaurant in town.  After dinner, they sat in the lounge over drinks when Melody told Ken she was getting sleepy.  It had started snowing when they arrived at the restaurant, and by the time they left about three inches had accumulated.  The roads were starting to get slick, and it was a slow ride back to the ranch.  He put his arm over the back of the bench seat to reach around her shoulder and pull her in closer.  She scooted over but removed his hand and placed it back on the steering wheel. 

“I think you should keep both hands on the wheel, buddy.”  Ken chuckled and said, “Yes ma’am.”

By the time they got to the ranch, it was snowing so hard the windshield wipers couldn’t keep up.  She suggested he spend the night instead of going on home, even though it was only ranch roads and not that far.

“Do you trust me?”

“Why shouldn’t I?  After all, you are practically family.”

“What I had in mind had nothing at all to do with you being family.”

 You certainly didn’t think that was an invitation to bed me, did you?”

“A fellow can hope, can’t he?” giving her that sly little grin that set her heart aflutter.

Even though it wasn’t that far, he agreed he would spend the night.  Entering the cabin, she went right to the linen closet and pulled out some linens and a pillow.  She handed them to him and told him how to pull down the couch.

“You are really not kidding, are you?”

“No, I just met you, and I’m not in the habit of falling into bed with someone on the first date.  Sorry, if you’re disappointed.”

She told him she had a nice time, kissed him on the cheek, turned and went into her bedroom and closed the door.  He had not expected to sleep with her but was a little disappointed he only rated a kiss on the cheek.  He hoped that by the next date, he would at least get a real kiss.

The next morning when she came out of the bedroom he was gone.  He had refolded all the linens and put the couch back in place.  She looked for a note but there wasn’t one. 

“Well,” she thought, “chalk that one up.”  The phone rang and she automatically said ‘Hi Penny’ when she picked it up figuring it would be her sister to get all the details of her date with Ken.

“I’m not Penny, disappointed?” this voice said.

“Who is this?” she asked, knowing who it was.

“Oh, now I’m the one disappointed.  I’ve made such an impression over the last few days that you don’t even recognize my voice.”

“Could this be the disappearing house guest?”

He laughed and said, “Okay, you got me.  I’m sorry, but I had an appointment this morning.”

“You couldn’t leave a note?”

“I would have if I could have found some paper.  The paper towel kept ripping,” he told her.

“Liar, liar, pants on fire.”  He laughed.  “Busted,” he told her.

“Listen, I have to go down to Denver for a few days and wondered if you would like to join me.  I know it’s more traveling, but I thought it might be fun and a chance for me to show you my place.  What do you think?”

She hemmed and hawed for a few moments.

“I’m not trying to get you into bed, well actually I am, but not until you are ready.  You can have your own room, there is plenty to choose from.”

“Okay, I think I would like to go and actually see the city.  We stopped there a few times during the campaign, and it looked beautiful from the plane window but that was about as much as I could see other than hotels.  When did you plan on leaving?”

“Actually, we would have to leave this afternoon to beat the weather.  Is that okay with you?”

Saturday, July 26, 2014

Saturday Spankings

How can this possibly be the last Saturday in July?  I'm not ready, I'm not even ready for it to be Saturday.

 This week the I'm pulling the curtain back for another peek into the lives of Maria Elena Bartola and Juan Antonio Cabrillo.  TAMING MARIA is a tale of romance, adventure and personal tragedy.

 Maria has recovered from a life threatening injury resulting from an earthquake. Her memory  and her strength have not fully returned but she is trying to remember what life was like prior to her injury.  Everyday a little more of her personality reappears and she is tired of being an invalid and treated as such. Returning to normal means that her beloved Juan once agains bears the brunt of her caustic personality.

She laughed. "So do you still want to marry me?"

"Yes, I do. I think maybe I need my head examined but you are the only one I ever thought about having share my life. I have been in love with you since we were five years old."

She laughed again. "So where's the ring?"

"You are still a spoiled brat that needs a good spanking," he told her. "I don't have the ring on me but I will produce it in good time."

"Don't wait too long or I may change my mind," she told him.

"If you change your mind, I will just have to haul you over my shoulder and take you to the nearest Justice of the Peace and everything else be damned."

"Bet me."

Her laughter rang out as she walked away.

 TAMING MARIA  can be purchased as a stand alone book or as part of a boxed set which includes three of my other books.  They, as well as my other books are available in all digital formats at LSF Publications and

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Friday, July 25, 2014

Who Have You Told?

I don't know how many of you have 'come out' so to speak and to whom.  I've been pretty circumspect about telling anyone there are published books out there that bear my pen name.  I think it took me six months before I told one of my friends.  She put me at ease and immediately wanted me to load it onto her computer.  Note, she had no e-reader, she is a real book gal.  I next told two other friends and they too glad handed me and immediately added them to their e-readers.  

Six months have passed - the topic has never come up.  No feedback, reviews, nothing. What was I so nervous about?

Fast Forward - Since I spend a great deal of time on my laptop, brother started teasing me about being a computer nerd. I bit the bullet and told him I wrote stories.  "Do you make any money at it?"  Leave it to a male to get right to the heart of things.  "A little." - end of conversation.  No questions about what I write, could he read it - gone.  I am lucky enough to have developed a friendship with his "ladyfriend" and I did tell her and gave her one of my stories to read.  She is not a reader but she read the story and enjoyed it. Actually, yesterday I asked if she would pass out some of my cards since she is always out and about and she agreed.  Again no problem.

This past weekend, I was on the phone with my sister and she asked what I was doing, I told her editing one of my stories.  I give her credit, she did ask what I wrote - my response was romance with a kink.  "Oh" - no more questions.

One brother and one daughter to go.  Not sure the latter will ever happen.  I know how PK has done it, how about you?  Who, in your family or circle, have you told?

Wednesday, July 23, 2014



Maria, what are you doing in there?"

"I'm getting dressed, Papa."

"Everybody is here and waiting for you."

"Well, I'm the bride and there is no wedding without me, so just let them wait."

"Maria, I'm warning you, if you are not downstairs in ten minutes, I am going to..."

"Going to what, Papa?"

"Send up Juan. He knows how to deal with you."

She smiled at the thought of Juan coming upstairs just now. The hell with the old wives tale about the groom seeing the bride before the actual ceremony. Juan would appreciate seeing her in the lacy bra, panties, and the garter belt holding up her silk stockings. She was wearing high heels and would do a little pirouette to let him get the full view. Oh, his prim and proper upbringing might kick in initially and he would threaten to take her over his knee if she didn't behave. Which wouldn't necessarily be a bad thing. I think I just might have to dawdle a little longer. Nothing like a bride blushing with afterglow, she thought to herself.

This is an excerpt from TAMING MARIA

Saturday, July 19, 2014

Another Spanking Saturday

Another Saturday can't be here already, can it?  Wasn't it just yesterday. Anyway, we've had a couple of days of lovely cool weather here along with some much needed rain.  The air conditioner actually had a break, I could hear it sigh.

Today, I'm sharing another eight sentences from FLYING HIGH. It is the story of two people meeting and trying to work out a cross-country relationship. After finding each other, romance blossoms but it is not all smooth sailing. Working though relationship snags, including someone from Derek's past who threatens their new found happiness, Jill and Derek find the road to love isn't always easy.

Based on some bad experiences in his past, Derek Andrews is a stickler for the truth.  It's either black or white in his world, no grey areas.  Not so, in Jill's.  In this scene, Derek invited Jill to visit him at his home in Dallas and Derek has found out just what Jill did to make that happen.

“I’m sorry, Derek.  I just couldn’t say no to coming to Dallas.  I wanted so much to see you.  I know you hate lying and I know you are going to spank me, but it will be worth it.”

“I am so disappointed.  I thought we were past this because you know how I feel about lying.  Right now though we are going to have dinner.  We will talk some more about this when we get back to the apartment.  Sit comfortably because I intend to give you a spanking you will remember the next time you think about telling a lie,” he said.

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Thursday, July 17, 2014

Saturday, July 12, 2014

Saturday Spankings

Welcome all -  another beautiful summer day here.  Hope it's the same where you are hanging today. Also, a reminder, there's a book party happening today at noon.  Be sure to stop by - they are offering prizes.
 Today, I'm sharing eight sentences (can you believe it, I'm following the rules) from FLYING HIGH. It is the story of two people meeting and trying to work out a cross-country relationship. After finding each other, romance blossoms but it is not all smooth sailing. Working though relationship snags, including someone from Derek's past who threatens their new found happiness, Jill and Derek find the road to love isn't always easy.

In this scene, Jill and Derek have married and are settling into life in their new home in Dallas.  Thinking all is well and Derek's stalker is confined to a mental hospital for stalking and threatening Jill's life.  She picks up the mail at their new address and her world gets turned upside down when she sees a note in writing she doesn't recognize.

" she opened it, pulled out the note and something fluttered to the floor. When she read the note, she turned white. The note read, Don't think I am through with you. I'm still watching. She bent down to pick up the item that had landed on the floor and it was one of those funeral cards with her name on it. She felt the hairs standing up at the back of her neck and her whole body tensed. Scared didn't begin to cover what she was feeling. Instinct made her hand cover her belly to protect the life she was carrying.

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Wednesday, July 9, 2014



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Coach’s Discipline by Katherine Deane

Claire Jacobs always dreamed of making it to the Olympic Trials in the marathon. Unfortunately, she has a habit of getting in her own way. Enter Nick Fox, a no-nonsense coach, willing to use unconventional methods to bring her in line. Traumatized by her last coach and still recovering from self-destructive habits, Claire finds it hard to trust Nick’s authority about what she can and can’t handle on the trails. Still, her attraction for him deepens, even when she discovers he believes in good old-fashioned spanking as a method of correction.
As Nick spends more time with Claire, she enchants him with her drive and deep commitment to help her fellow runners. But when she gets into an argument with a teammate, he realizes he only has one option—to give the talented woman he cares about the first spanking of her life, a spanking that is not going to be fun for either of them.
Claire and Nick grow closer and she comes to crave Nick’s dominance and direction. Discovering the emotional healing and strength to succeed during training, she moves past her shyness and self-doubt to step into a leading role with the young women on the team. But when team politics, jealousy and misunderstandings create drama, will she revert back to her old pattern of running away? Or can she learn to trust in love and race toward her goals with an open heart?
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Saturday, July 5, 2014

A WALK ON THE WILD SIDE/Saturday Spankings

Don't know how many visitors will be by today.  It's a big three day weekend - family barbecues, beach time,  fireworks, firewater, you get the picture.  It is always great when the 4th of July falls on a weekend, rather than mid week.  We spent the day at a local festival, had dinner with lots of margueritas and then watched the fireworks from the deck.  Just perfect.

Today it's Saturday Spankings and I am taking a walk on the wild side.  There was a quiz on FB this past week to determine what song you were.  Well guess what, mine was Wild Thing. Smiling.  

I know the rule is eight sentences and I've followed that rule, maybe not to the letter of the law, but my version.   I've just taken the sentences from my boxed set - four good looking guys in one place.  These males are definitely all alpha's and could put their shoes under my bed anytime. Oh, I better check that out with hubby.  They are all available and ...oh, sorry my 8 sentences are up.   

Hope you enjoy the snippets and want to read more.

Here goes:

He was dressed in blue jeans that fit his long lean legs like a glove, a cotton shirt that was well worn and outlined his muscular chest and arms, boots that had long since been new, and a Stetson pulled down low over his eyes. She was certain he would also have a great butt and couldn't wait until he bent down so she could drool over that too.  Lonesome Oak Ranch

He had to be about six foot three, dark brown hair that curled right at the nape of his neck; his eyes were hazel and when he looked at you it was as if he could see right through to your soul. He was built well, the muscles rippled under the blue chambray shirt he wore and those jeans covered long legs and hugged a butt that was as tight as a fist. He had a beautiful smile and a walk that oozed confidence and masculinity. Love is Where You Find It

At almost six feet, he was taller than the average Spaniard and had an air of authority that rested on his shoulders as easily as the clothes he wore. He had thick, straight black hair, with dark brows and eyelashes that shaded slate-grey eyes and a smile that could warm the coldest heart. Taming Maria

As she bent to get it, she bumped heads with a great looking man who was trying to reach for her package too. He was about 6' 2" with blond hair and was dressed very casually in khakis and a blue Oxford cloth shirt with a sweater loosely draped around his shoulders.  Living the Dream

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Friday, July 4, 2014


Here's a story I penned last year and featured on my other blog.  If you're celebrating the day, hope it's the best.

Lisbeth Colter had been born in an old Victorian house not very far from the Town Square, her mother had inherited from her grandmother  Her father had been killed in the War Between the States, and so she had grown up among women and didn’t know much about men except what she had read in books and learned from listening to stories from her mother’s friends.

The year was 1876, and she was twenty-five years old.  Spartan Bend planned  an enormous 4th of July celebration for the country’s centennial birthday.   Lisbeth, being the schoolteacher, was responsible for a play to be performed by the town’s children.  She was having a difficult time with one of her newer students. She wanted Luke Schofield to portray one of the founding fathers in the pageant, but he had difficulty with his reading and letters.  She gave him as much of her time as she could in the classroom and thought that perhaps she could give him extra time outside of regular school hours, and he would be up to take on this part by then.  She wrote a note to his parents and suggested they meet to discuss the situation.  She was quite surprised the next day when an older version of Luke arrived at the schoolhouse. 

He stood there, with hat in hand, waiting until all the children had left the building.

“Hello, I’m Mark Schofield, Luke’s older brother.  I received your note and want to apologize for Luke’s misbehavior."

“Hello, I’m Miss Lisbeth Colter, Luke’s teacher.  I addressed the note to your parents Mr.Schofield,  are they unable to come?"

“Our parents are dead Miss Colter, and I am Luke’s guardian, tell me what exactly is it that Luke did and I will take care of it”

She explained that Luke had not misbehaved, but that she felt he could use some additional tutoring with his reading and letters since he was behind the other children in his age bracket.  She thought with some more help from her and some extra work at home he might even be able to have the starring role in the yearly pageant.
“I don’t cotton to that kind of stuff for a man.  If you want to help him with his letters fine, but this play stuff holds no water for me.”

“Be that as it may, Mr. Schofield, but Luke should be able to read and write better than he does at present.  The play is a very important part of our 4th of July celebration, and it would be a good learning experience for Luke.”

Mark told her that Luke could do what he wanted as long as his chores still got done. Lisbeth asked if Mark could help him out at home. 

Mark stammered a little and told her he wasn’t any better at his letters either and that is why he made sure Luke started school when they moved here.  He told them their Ma had taught them what they knew, but once she passed their schooling had stopped.  Their Pa had won their small homestead in a poker game, but he had gotten sick on their way to Spartan Bend and died shortly after they arrived. 

Lisbeth nodded and understood the courage it took to admit his shortcomings and volunteered to help them both.  Mark told her he wanted to learn more but was ashamed and didn’t want other town folks to know of his lacking of schooling. He felt they would try to take advantage of him. Lisbeth said there were many who didn’t have a great deal of schooling, but it didn’t make them any less important than those with an education.  Nevertheless, he told her that was how he felt and wanted to keep it that way.  She said that maybe the best way to get around this was to tutor both brothers simultaneously.  Perhaps they could come to her home on a weekly basis and she would work with them and give them work they could do at home.  That, together with Luke’s daily schooling, could make short work of their lack of education.

Mark agreed, and they scheduled the first visit for the following Saturday afternoon.  After about three weeks, Lisbeth began noticing things about Mark Schofield, she hadn’t noted before.  Things like the way his chestnut brown hair curled around his ears and at the nape of his neck; the way his golden-brown  eyes glinted when she praised Luke or him for achieving a goal; the way he regularly smelled of fresh air and soap; and, mostly his gentlemanly manners.  She found she loved how he was careful to wipe his feet before entering the house, how very tall he was and the beautiful smile he always wore.   She mentioned it to her mother and Maddy Coulter said she thought Lisbeth might just be “smitten” with him.  Lisbeth denied it outwardly but inwardly she felt those little shivers whenever he was near. 

The following Saturday, Maddy invited Mark and Luke to join her and Lisbeth for supper the next day.  Mark readily accepted saying it would be wonderful to have a home-cooked meal. He said that neither he, Luke nor his cowhands were good cooks and their vittles while filling, weren’t very tasty. Maddy laughed and said she thought she, and Lisbeth could do better than that.

During supper, Maddy mentioned a problem with their buggy wheel.  Mark said he would be glad to take a look at it, he said it was the least he could do after such a wonderful meal.  Maddy said she would appreciate that and suggested Luke helped her clean up the kitchen while Mark took at look at the wheel. 

“Lisbeth, go take Mark out to the barn and show him the buggy wheel."  Lisbeth noticed the smile on Maddy’s face and literally skipped out the door.  It was the first time she really had any time alone with Mark.  Either her mother or Luke was always around.

After Mark mended the wheel spoke and started back toward the house, Lisbeth suggested a little stroll.  Mark agreed.  It was a beautiful evening and not yet dark.  They walked down to the town square and started home just as the fireflies began dancing in the night sky.  It was all so romantic to Lisbeth and when they reached the house, she leaned over a placed a kiss on Mark’s cheek. 

“That’s not proper” he told her as he pulled away.  “I hope no one saw you or there will be gossip all over town”

“It was just a peck on the cheek.”

“I don’t care, my ma told me it wasn’t suitable to be kissing unmarried young ladies.  If  it’s not appropriate for me, it’s not proper for you.”

“Oh, fal de la, that’s old-fashioned  talk.  Why in some of the books I’ve read, there’s more than kissing going on before someone gets married”

“Well then you shouldn’t be reading those books, and if you had a pa, I bet he would take you out to the woodshed if he caught you.  It’s not proper.”

Lisbeth huffed and just to be naughty she reached over and pecked him on the cheek once again. He got all red-faced and pulled her into the house without another word. He yelled to Luke, they were ready to go and thanked Mrs. Coulter again for the supper and left.

Lisbeth ran upstairs.  Maddy followed and asked what happened.  Lisbeth told her, and Maddy said they just had their first lovers quarrel. 

“How can it be lovers quarrel if he doesn't even kiss me and then scold me for kissing him”? She asked.

The following week Mark didn’t come to Saturday’s lesson.  He told Luke to say he was too occupied.  When Lisbeth queried him further, Luke had no answers as to why he was so busy. I’ll fix him; Lisbeth thought.  The lesson over, Lisbeth hitched up the wagon and told Luke she would take him home.  As they pulled into the yard, Mark came running to see if something had happened to Luke. Finding he was fine was a relief, but he wasn’t relieved realizing Lisbeth was here alone and would be driving back to town the same way.

“Why are you here?  Luke finds his way home every other day.  It was not necessary for you  to drive him home.”

“Aren’t you glad to see me?  I brought your lessons for the week since you were unable to come today.”

“You know darn well you could have sent them with Luke.”

“Maybe I just wanted to see you," she said.  Mark turned around to see if Luke was in earshot and saw him over by the barn.

“You are way to brazen and need a switch taken to your bottom Miss Coulter. That’s just what I would do if you were my girl.”

Lisbeth got all red-face and flicked the buggy whip hard on the horse’s flank.  The horse was so startled, he came very close to Mark, who fell to the ground trying to get out of the way. He watched as she kept using the whip on the horse.

She’s taking her anger out on that poor horse, he said to himself.  He caught up to her at the gate, pulled himself up onto the seat and grabbed the reins.  He pulled the whip out of her hands and told her he should be using it on her and not her using it on the horse. She tried shoving him out of the buggy.  He told her to calm down, or he would be tanning her hide. With that, he started the drive back to town.  Lisbeth pouted the whole way.  When they reached her house, he drove into the back, and she jumped down and ran inside.  As he was unhitching the horse, he saw Maddy coming out.

“What happened Mr. Schoefield?" Maddy asked.

“I think you should ask your daughter,” he said and started to leave.

“Lisbeth will tell me her version, I want yours."

He told her what happened, and Maddy smiled... 
“I didn’t think it was right and when she started to take her anger out on the horse I told her she needed her hide tanned.”

“I think you are just as “smitten'” with her as she is with you, Mark.  Why don’t you ask her to the church social next week and see if you can spend the whole time together without killing each other"?

“She won’t go with me?” he said.

“How do you know if you don’t ask?  Now stop being a coward and march into that house and talk to her."

He did as Maddy suggested and after much coaxing, Lisbeth agreed to go to the social with him. They had a wonderful time.  He began courting her and one night a couple of weeks later he kissed her.

“I thought it wasn’t proper," she chided him.

“It isn’t proper for couples who aren’t intending to be married.  Will you marry me Lisbeth?  Be my wife and a big sister to Luke."

“I thought you would never ask, and the answer is yes.

“You are a brazen wench Lisbeth.  I think that I have my work cut out for me.  I think taming you will be the hardest thing I’ve ever done."

They were married in a small ceremony at the end of the school year in May.


Every year since she could remember, she attended the 4th of July Celebration in the Town Square. She wasn’t about to miss this one even if Mark had announced she was being punished and couldn’t attend. She had to go – she was responsible for the play. While he was off mending fence line, she saddled the buckboard and drove herself into town.  She left the buckboard at her mother’s and walked over to the town square.  The play went off beautifully; the band was wonderful, and she was having a terrific time forgetting all about the time and getting home before Mark.  They were just getting ready to light the fireworks when she spied him in the crowd.  He inched his way over to her, leaned down and whispered in her ear.

“Enjoying yourself Sweetheart.  I hope so because when I get you home you are going over my knee, and I will be using your hairbrush to light a fire to your bottom.”

“But Mark, you spanked me yesterday, and I am still a bit sore.”

“Not sore enough to keep you from disobeying me.  I intend to rectify that situation.”

“I liked it better when you didn’t know such big words, besides Luke will be home,” she told him.  He laughed as he walked her to the buckboard and toward her date with his knee,  her hairbrush and fireworks of a more personal nature.

“Not tonight Lisbeth, he will be staying at Maddy’s.”   Lisbeth winced and unconsciously moved her hands to cover her bottom.

Come back tomorrow for Saturday Spankings - A Walk on the Wide Side.