Saturday, August 29, 2015


Happy Saturday Everyone.  Haven't visited in awhile - I guess you could say I've been on summer vacation.  Not really, because I have been busy writing.  In addition to this latest release, I do have a couple of other this coming up within the next month or two.

Today, I'm featuring my latest release The Doctor and Her Rancher.

After 35-year old Lauren Bancroft’s parents are killed in a helicopter crash, she leaves her medical practice in LA and takes up the position of town doctor, at Carsonville, a small township in Montana with view of the majestic Rocky Mountains.  On arrival, she is greeted by the tall, handsome rancher, Trace, Connors, chairman of the town council and owner of the Double Pines Ranch.

This is the story of two strong independent people and how they come together and work out their differences.

In this scene, Lauren has arrived at her new living quarters which is a cottage on Double Pines Ranch in Carsonville and meets Trace Connors in person for the first time. He invites her for dinner and they spend the evening getting to know each other.  After Lauren has told him about her life, she asks whether he is married and he explains that he wants a traditional marriage and he is still looking for the right person who shares his values. 

 “What is your definition of a traditional marriage?” Lauren asks.

“Okay, here’s where it gets me in trouble every time.  Maybe the fact that we’re not in a relationship will make this easier to explain.  Anyway, I think one person should lead in any relationship – much like a dancing partner.  Two leaders don’t work and I think it’s the same way in a marriage.”

“So you think men should be the “boss” so to speak.”

“I think it could be either man or woman, but there has to be one leader, one person who gets the final say.  In my relationship,  I know that it would have to be me. It’s the way I’m wired.”

“Sounds reasonable, I guess.  I’ve never given it much thought.”

“Let me tell you when I’ve answered that question before, I haven’t exactly been the most popular person in the room.” 

Available in all digital formats at LSF Publications.

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Thursday, August 27, 2015

Doing my Job

Just heard from my publisher that my newest book may well be available this weekend.  It's been a while since I've been here on a regular basis, I guess you could say I've taken the summer off, but now it's back to the grindstone.

Here's the tentative new cover.

Dr. Lauren Bancroft is looking to make a difference, so she moves to a small town in Montana.  She doesn't want to set the world on fire but finds sparks with a certain Trace Connors that could well set her on fire.

Thursday, August 20, 2015

Do you wish you were back in the 50's?

I remember some of this slang, what does that say about me?  You better not say I'm old.  Say I read a lot.  ha ha.  This is a blast and I'm sure you'll enjoy.

 Having a blast with Correcting the Coeds, #spanking #1950s slang

By Cara Bristol

In researching the 1950s for my story Educating His Bride in the spanking romance collection Correcting the Coeds, I ran across a slang glossary from the 1950s. Some terms are still used today, others are familiar (although no longer in popular usage) while others have completely different meanings today. Just for “kicks,” here’s some “boss” slang from the 1950s:

Back seat bingo – kissing in the car
Circled - married
Committed – engaged to be married
Give me a bell – phone me
Hit the bottle – bleach one’s hair blonde
Hottie – a fast car
Jacketed – going steady
Keepers – one’s parents
Make out – kissing, petting
On pills – dieting
On the hook – in love
Passion pit – drive-in movie
Pinky’s out of jail – your slip is showing
Snowed – infatuated

Educating His Bride from Correcting the Coeds blurb
Never much interested in her studies, Margaret Atwater attends college hoping to graduate with an Mrs. degree instead of a bachelor’s. When she catches the eye of English Professor Henry Thurston, she’s thrilled to marry him, drop out of school, and begin a new life as a married woman and faculty wife. However, Henry is a kinky man who has much to teach his eager young bride—in, and out, of the bedroom. As Mrs. Henry Thurston, Margaret’s education has just begun.

An excerpt from Correcting the Coeds
“Now, tell me why you believe I grade you harder than anybody else.”
She wet her lips. “Because you do.”
“My standards are no more exacting for you than they are for any other student. I expect excellence from each of you.”
“I’m sorry. I’ll try harder.”
He flipped open a record book and ran his finger down a list. “As it stands now, your grade is a shaky C minus. If you don’t do well on the final next week, you run the risk of getting a D in the course.” He snapped the grade book closed. “We had a discussion after your last paper, did we not?”
“I believe I warned you what the consequences would be if you failed to get at least a B.” He opened his middle desk drawer.
Yes, they’d talked about—but he couldn’t be serious.
He withdrew a thick, heavy eighteen-inch measuring stick. “Lock the office door, please.”
Her feet obeyed, even as her mind rebelled. Will he really do this? Her hand shook as she twisted the key. She supposed she could have fled screaming down the corridor, except ladies did not run, let alone scream.
Henry closed the Venetian blinds and switched on a lamp.
She leaned against the stout wood of the door, her eyes riveted on the nasty ruler.
“Come forward, please.” He beckoned with a curl of his fingers. “Put your hands on the desk. Do not remove them until your punishment is over.”
“Henry, please,” she beseeched.
“Now, Margaret.” His expression implacable, he folded his arms. There would be no budging him.
Seeing him so, so stern did something funny to her insides. Made them quiver. It wasn’t all nerves, either. She shuffled forward to place her palms against the blotter. I can do this. How bad can it be? He won’t spank me hard. He only intends to scare me.
He moved the chair out of the way. “Fifteen spanks.”
Fifteen? She’d expected two or three at most. Hadn’t expected any if the truth be told.
She sensed movement and then the ruler struck her backside, blazing a line of fire, and she cried out.
“That’s one,” he said.
The only thing worse than being spanked would be the humiliation of discovery. She clamped her lips together and braced for the next strike.
Another pain-laden streak lanced through several layers of clothing. She couldn’t imagine the impact on bare skin.
“Two,” he said.
Thwack! The length of the ruler struck both cheeks at once, and her hands flew off the desk to protect her bottom.
“You know where your hands belong. Put them there unless you want extra strokes.”
She slapped her palms onto the desk.
“That was three,” he said.
A whoosh then the measuring stick seared the crease where buttocks met thigh and, despite her resolve to remain silent, a little cry escaped.
“I’m sorry I have to punish you, but you promised to do better. You made a commitment. That was four.”
Margaret sucked back the tears. “Maybe I didn’t break a promise. Maybe I’m not smart enough.”
“I don’t believe that about you for an instant. You didn’t do well because you didn’t apply yourself.”
He applied himself with another stroke that got Margaret dancing on tiptoes in an attempt to alleviate the burn.

Author bio
Multi-published, Cara Bristol is the author of more than 20 erotic romance titles. She writes spanking romance, contemporary romance, paranormal, and science fiction romance. No matter what the subgenre, one thing remains constant: her emphasis on character-driven seriously hot erotic stories with sizzling chemistry between the hero and heroine. Cara has lived many places in the United States, but currently lives in Missouri with her husband. She has two grown stepkids. When she’s not writing, she enjoys reading and traveling.