A Secret Spanko Revealed - Rayanna Jamison on Patty Devlin, I Love Lucy and The Bishop's First Bride

Today I'm welcoming Rayanna Jamison to share a bit about herself, why she wants to dress up as Lucy Ricardo, and her hot new spanking romance The Bishop's First Bride.

Kallista: Before we get into the book, please answer this terribly insightful question I ask all my guests to give me a glimpse into the woman behind the words. If you were wearing a Halloween costume, what would it be?

Rayanna: I would love to go as Lucy from I love Lucy. She’s a redhead, and I love the classic 50’s style. I feel like it would be secretly be paying homage to my spanko tendencies.

Kallista: Secret spanko tendencies, huh?  Now you know why I consider it a terribly insightful question.  Look what a naughty thing I got you to reveal! Be careful.  The next one is a trick question.  If you had to choose, which writer would you consider a mentor?

Rayanna: That’s an easy one. Patty Devlin.

Kallista: Okay, you didn't say me, but Patty is a great answer. She's a dear friend and she's been a mentor to so many of us. Now please tell us a bit about your new book:

Rosa Collins was only sixteen when she received a vision telling her of her future husband. Knowing that her husband would be Lucas, the Bishop's son, and future Bishop of Green Valley, both thrilled and terrified her. They were a match made in heaven, she knew, perfect for each other.

But becoming the Bishop's Wife is harder than Rosa anticipated. She struggles to transform herself into the perfect Bishop's Wife that her husband needs.

Lucas misses the real Rosa. Somewhere between getting married, and becoming the future Bishop's wife, his beloved wife has lost part of herself. Lucas knows that a good, old fashioned spanking is exactly what Rosa needs to help her find balance in her unrealistic expectations of what the perfect wife should be.

But, try as he might, that balance doesn't come easily for Rosa, and it certainly didn't help that her high school nemesis kept popping up and making trouble.

Will Lucas help her realize that all he wants is for his wife to be happy? Can Rosa pull herself together enough to become the Bishop's First Wife?

Here's a little snippet:

He crossed to the bed and sat, calling her over to stand before him.

“Are you ready?”

Rosa nodded shyly, and he saw no sense in drawing it out. He positioned her over one knee, so that her top half was on the bed, and her legs were not. With one swift flick of his wrist, her panties were around her knees and her cute little bottom was right where he wanted it.

He rubbed her white flesh, thinking that it wouldn’t be white for long as he intended to make this a well and thorough spanking.

“Why did you ask me to spank you, Rosa?” he asked, and she looked back at him surprised. He guessed she wasn’t expecting to be having a conversation in this position, but Lucas knew it would be the first of many they would have like this. In his opinion, it was one of the best ways to have a conversation.

“I’m waiting,” He told her with a sharp slap to her right bottom cheek.

“Ow, Ow, Okay, Um…Because I felt like I should be punished for spending a lot of money without asking you-even though it wasn’t a rule!” He spanked again just as she got to the end of her explanation, and she shrieked the last part.

He brought his hand down hard twice in rapid succession, and smiled in satisfaction as he watched a pink handprint color her creamy skin.

“And, why did you think you should be punished for something that wasn’t a rule?” He rubbed the skin where the handprint rose up, marveling at how warm it already was after just a few swats. It would be getting much, much warmer before they finished.

“Because I was inconsiderate, and I caused you embarrassment, and I hate disappointing you.”  Rosa mumbled into the bedcovers.

“That’s’ right. That’s why we are going to be making it a rule. So that this does not happen in the future. If it does, there will be clear consequences.” He began to spank again, raining down blows across her fleshy bottom crease. He kept an even tempo, with no regular pattern until he heard her begin to weep softly. He knew it was more from emotion than pain at this point, but it meant she was getting the release she needed.

He paused, and began to speak, occasionally punctuating his words with a sharp swat across the top of her thighs, causing her to gasp in pain.

she was getting the release she needed.

He paused, and began to speak, occasionally punctuating his words with a sharp swat across the top of her thighs, causing her to gasp in pain.

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Aargh! Patricia Green Says Stay Away From Pirated Books Or You May Catch A Nasty Virus

Today I have the pleasure of hosting Patricia Green, bestselling author of the hottest, most exciting erotic romances you'll ever read.  She's here to explain why the great bargains on those pirated book sites may give your computer a CTD (That's cyber-transmitted disease - my own acronym for a computer virus you can catch reading unprotected sex stories!)  

But first, let's hear a little about her newest release - Rescued By The Spy

A spy working for the Solarian Federation...Michael O'Malley is undercover in a sting operation against Jerold Laricon, a man with Machiavellian social restructuring schemes and a desire for world domination.

Kidnapped and kept as a sex slave...Could there be a worse time for Nina Stanley, O’Malley’s old flame, to show up in Ligeia as a kidnap victim? Sure, he wants to save her, but his job is to crush Laricon's slave trade and vicious rise to power.

The young and beautiful "spare"...Muddying the waters is Michael’s need to fit in and partake of the succulent fruits on Laricon’s human slave tree--including Alyssa, a willing sex slave he's forced to take as his own. Now he has two women counting on him, and the fate of a world.

Nina's goal is to get out...No matter what it takes. Nina is appalled by what she experiences in Ligeia at the hands of the evil Laricon, but what if the price of her freedom is Michael's life? Can she live with herself if that happens?

Can an undercover spy save the women he loves without blowing his cover? SF Erotic Romance

Kallista: Tell us about those pirated book sites that sound like such a great deal.

Patricia: Never buy a book from a resource other than the main online distributors. If the site is a pass-through site (taking you to Amazon or Barnes & Noble, All Romance eBooks, the original publisher's site, or another big distributor), then it's okay. But if the site is giving away the book for free off their servers, or they're charging a ridiculously low price that's different from Amazon and will be downloaded from non-Amazon servers, you've landed on a pirate site. 

These pirates are thieves. They buy or somehow obtain a PDF copy of a writer's book and then re-sell it or give it away for free. This might sound like a real deal to the average reader, but when you consider the amazing viruses attached to these pirated books, it isn't so appealing. Plus, the books are stolen. There is no pretty word to attach to it. It's theft. If you partake of these offerings, you are just as much a thief as the pirate.

Please don't obtain books illegally. All writers copyright their work, and that does not give anyone else the right to copy the book without written permission. You are taking money right out of an author's pocket. How would you feel if someone walked up to you and reached into your purse to take out a dollar bill. Sure, you might have other dollar bills, but that thief would tell other thieves, and soon all your dollar bills would be going out faster than coming in. That's what happens to authors when they're pirated.

Kallista:  I never knew those pirated books might carry viruses!  Sounds like Karma at work to me.  Here's a safe, legal snippet for everyone from your latest release -

Suddenly, the open door to the outer chamber was filled with Jerold Laricon, himself. The women quickly scuffed back their chairs, opened their bodices to expose their breasts, and prostrated themselves on the floor. Nina viewed this with a gimlet eye, and instead, stood up and faced him. He took in the scene before him with a benevolent expression, walking softly to Nina.

“You have not been trained yet, I know,” he said. “So I will take a moment to instruct you myself.” 

He looked her over then reached for the front of her robe. “These catches,” he said, pulling them apart, “are meant to open quickly so that you may bare yourself and show the proper subservience to free males—all free males.” He gazed hotly at her full breasts. “Any free 

male you encounter will expect you to reverence him so.” 

His hands slid over her breasts and cupped them. “However, you are my property. Is that clear?”

She nodded, her flesh squirming. “Yes, sir.”

He smiled, his yellow, crooked teeth showing. “And once those pretty tits are bared, you are to get down on your knees and lower your eyes. You will not seek the eyes of any free man, nor look at him unless you are spoken to. Is that also clear?”

Nina’s teeth ground together as she considered the debasing ritual. “Yes, sir.”

“I can see in your eyes that you consider it humiliating for women to respond to men this way.” His hands continued caressing her breasts, her nipples rising against his palms despite her loathing. “But women have risen above their station over the last millennia, and here in Ligeia, we are doing our best to correct that sociological error. I assure you the women are much happier, knowing their place. And, eventually, you will enjoy humbling yourself before me.” 

He took her chin in hand and forced her to look up at him. “Now, get down on your knees, press your pretty nipples to the floor, and kiss my boots.”

Nina swore at him in her mind, growled softly to show her displeasure, but obeyed. The hard, cold marble of the floor against her nipples brought a chilly determination to her heart. She stayed down after kissing his black hide boots, afraid her expression would betray more fury than he would allow.

“Well done,” he proclaimed. “Ladies.” 

He turned and left, as the women—except for Nina—exclaimed, “Hail Ligeia!” in his wake.

Appetite lost, Nina closed her robe, got back into her chair, and somehow made it through the meal in silence. The man hadn’t even bothered to remember her name.

Buy links:

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Bestselling author, Patricia Green, is a full-time fiction writer specializing in erotic romance. She provides the reader with love stories that emphasize fun characters with quirky personalities. Patricia is the author of more than 20 published novels and novellas as well as an ever-growing collection of short stories.

In her personal life, Patricia is married and the mother of twins. When she’s not being the angel of domestic harmony and a semi-crazed creator of fictional friends, she loves to read, crochet, knit and watch hockey and baseball.

You can reach Patricia Green in the following ways:

Email: pig (at) patriciagreenbooks (dot) com

Website/Blog: http://www.patriciagreenbooks.com/

Facebook http://www.facebook.com/Patricia.Green.Romance

Twitter: @PatriciaIGreen

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Amazon Author Page: http://www.amazon.com/Patricia-Green/e/B002RCB0IK/ref=ntt_athr_dp_pel_1

Abbie Adams - Age Play With A Little Twist

Today I'm chatting with a "little" who looks sweet but has a VERY naughty side, as anyone who has read her Little books knows. I had the pleasure of meeting Abbie Adams a few months ago and I can tell you first-hand that she probably deserves every spanking she gets!

Kallista:  Tell me, Abbie, what do you like to do when you’re not writing?

Abbie: Eat Oreos and read in a bubble bath.

Kallista:  If you were five what would you be reading?

Abbie: Junie B. Jones! I love that series. Wait - can normal five year olds read those? Ok, hang on...I’m thinking it would have to be a Dr. Seuss.  Are you my Mother, Red Fish Blue Fish. Oh but I really like If you give a Moose a Muffin. Dang, can I pick more than one?  (twirls her hair and fidgets on the seat)  Are we done yet?
  
Kallista:  Junie B. is still one of my favorites too.  And no, we're not done.  You have to tell us about your new "little" book for big girls first.

Abbie: (Sighs dramatically)  Oh, all right.  Emily and I wrote it together.  It's called A Little Twist.

     Six months of training. Six months to find a placement. Three years with a Daddy. Fifty thousand dollars. Some girls begged to get into the program, but not Sara or Caity. They took the "alternative program for non-violent offenders" when the State of New York's Women's Facility was full. They became little girls in Trace's program.

     Sara was placed with a daddy named Mark when Livvy, another little girl in the program, had gotten sick because of Sara's jealousy. Now, after two long months in the program, Sara has to get used to a whole new set of rules and the man who will enforce them: her Daddy will dominate her and take care of her in a special way no one ever has before. The witness protection program can't compare to her "protector".

     Caity has been the unwanted child all her life. Her father hates her and her mother ran away years before. The only family she really has is her sister, who isn't in the program, yet. But Caity didn't choose her new Daddy... Will he be able to prove his love, or will he prove he is just like her real father?

     Did Sara and Caity make the right choice, coming to the program instead of the State Penitentiary? Can they get along when Sara has taken the man Caity wanted all along? Emily Tilton and Abbie Adams team up to bring you the much requested story of the "other girls" in this, the third book in the 'A Little Training' and 'A Little Trouble' series

Here's a peek at what's inside:

     Daddy pulled her onto his lap. "Want to tell me what's bothering you?" He cupped her chin in his hand and tipped her face to his. "Hmm? Are you upset that Sara is here?"

     She sat up straight and tried to jerk away. "No! Why would I be worried about her?" His grip on her jaw was firm, and she couldn't get away from his intense scrutiny. "I was hoping to go back to the river today, but now I'm worried you will be too busy, is all."

     "We'll see about it. Now, I want you to be a good girl. You will won't you?" He held her hand as he stood them both up and led her out the door.

     She nodded instead of speaking, unaware she was actually holding her breath. Sara sat there on the couch, stiffly facing away as if nervous.

     Caity went right by without a word to her.  She pretended to be hungry and preoccupied, but a huge rock sat in her tummy, and the soft scrambled eggs on her plate did not allure her. She had to fight herself not to look behind her again; she wanted to watch Sara, to see if she could read her, tell anything about her thoughts.  She met Livvy's eyes when she finally came in and sat across the table. Caity would've thought Livvy was unaffected by Sara's presence, if not for the way her hand shook as she drew her juice to her lips.

     "Is Daddy here?" Livvy asked Uncle Jeremy softly, when he set her plate down.

     "Yes, he's in the office. Why is everyone so quiet this morning?" He looked around the table with a curious face, one eyebrow arched higher than the other. "Is something going on I don't know about?"

     "Sara," Uncle Matt said, while reaching for more sausage links. It almost came out like a cough, and Caity wondered if he was uncomfortable with her arrival as well.

     "She's already eaten," Daddy replied as he sat down next to Caity, then clarified, "Sara has already eaten."

     "Why is she here?" Caity mumbled, then shrunk a little when Daddy gave her a look.

     "She is here because her daddy has to work and every one of you will be nice to her and behave as you would like to be treated if you were in her place. And now that you have all been warned, there will be severe consequences if you young ladies are of a mind to disobey in this regard. Do you understand me?" He eyed each of the girls around the table, one at a time, until they all agreed.

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Warning to Corbin's Bend! Chemistry Causes Spanking

     It's my pleasure to have Thianna D with me today, the creator of the best-selling series Corbin's Bend. She'll be introducing the newest residents of this Colorado spanking community from her latest release Chemistry of Attraction.  It's so hot that it's guaranteed to melt any early winter snow that touches your Kindle!


Kallista:   A book about chemistry!  Are you like one of those geniuses on The Big Bang Theory?  Can you let us in on the top-secret formula you used to create the Chemistry of Attraction, Thianna?

Thianna:  Take one hot summer. Add in an intellectual chemist and a dominant retired Marine. Once the chemistry ignites, combustion is soon to follow.

Kallista:  Sounds like a lot more fun than the chemistry I used to study. Tell us more.

Thianna:  Retired Marine Brandon Delt, moves to Corbin’s Bend after his recently divorced wife marries his cousin. Tired of living a non-discipline lifestyle, he fully welcomes the openness of the Corbin’s Bend spanking community. One day he hopes to meet the woman he could make his TiH. He doesn’t expect to meet her on day one.

     Carodine Minor’s just in Corbin’s Bend for the summer. Just graduated with her master’s degree in chemistry, Dina isn’t sure of her next step in life. Not once has she ever considered being spanked. Logical woman that she is, when she finds herself intrigued by the idea of a hand across her derriere, she asks for a demonstration from Brandon. One demo turns into a wild night of  passion neither wants to let go of.

Kallista:  Dina sounds like a lucky woman.  Like her, I'm a sucker for a man in uniform!  Now let's move on to what I'm sure our readers are dying to know...Thianna D's most shameful secrets.   Have you ever...gone cow tipping?

Thianna:  You know, I’ve never understood the desire to go cow-tipping. It’s harmful to the poor animals.

Their stomachs can get twisted up, plus, just imagine how you would feel if you were asleep and  someone knocked you over. I grew up in a small town and knew of people that did it. I didn’t understand it then. I understand it even less now.

Kallista:  (Sighs heavily)  How disappointing!  No scandal here.  Can you give us a little peek at Chemistry of Attraction?

     There was a momentary silence and then one of his hands rested on her lower back and the other lifted. Slap! His hand came down harder than this afternoon, heat sizzling in its wake. Before she even felt the warmth that bloomed from it, he hit her other cheek. Back and forth he went, covering her entire derriere with hard slaps until her entire rear end felt like a light sunburn.
     But she didn’t care. Each smack of his hand lit up something inside of her, something primal, raw, animalistic. Arching her back, she growled softly when his hand slammed right between her cheeks. Each slap produced its own sound, but she barely heard them, her left brain utterly fascinated by the sounds coming out of her own mouth. 
     When his hand came down on that sensitive crease between buttocks and thighs, her logical brain blanked out. What remained was wanton, needy, and craving everything the man at her side could give her.
     “More!” she cried out as he hit her sit spot again. Her entire body felt like a coiled spring and she so wanted to be sprung. All she needed was just a few more. Just a few more. Please, just a few more.
     Brandon had other plans. “Spread your legs,” he commanded and she rushed to obey, not wanting him to stop. “Fuck, you’re so wet, beauty,” he murmured, the fingers of his spanking hand drifting between her legs, stroking along her clit and delving into her core.
     “More,” she whimpered as those wonderfully strong, large fingers began to fuck her, rubbing against something that made her arch more and let out a low keen. So close. She was so close. It wouldn’t take much more to send her over. Damn, he—
     Smack!
     As his hand that had been on her lower back came down right on her rump, the world exploded.  Lights burst in front of her eyes even as her cunt spasmed and she opened her mouth in a silent scream. Her muscles clenched and squeezed, pulling her through the roughest orgasm she had ever felt.
     And it wasn’t over yet.

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Kallista:  That's SO much hotter than the chemistry books I used to read!  Thanks for stopping by, Thianna.

Here's a bit about Thianna - 

     Thianna D. likes to say she’s eclectic, fun, and just a bit naughty.  She writes erotica and erotic romance with both M/F and M/M main characters. No matter what she writes, all the hot scenes support the story instead of the other way around.

     She’s also the creator of and acquisition editor for the Corbin’s Bend spanking romance series. Who else wants to be safe, secure, and spanked in Colorado?

Where you can find her:

     Thianna’s Blog 

     Thianna's Website

     Corbin's Bend

     Thianna's Facebook Author Page

     Twitter