Showing posts with label Morganna Williams. Show all posts
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Thursday, April 21, 2016

Maddie and Morganna Tell Us How To Master Mariah

I just got back from a fun week at the Romantic Times 2016 convention in Las Vegas and guess what? My friends Maddie Taylor and Morganna Williams stopped by to welcome me home. They brought along a steamy peek at their new romance Mastering Mariah.

     Gracie chewed her lip as she looked at the clock outside the clinic door; it was well after three. She’d arrived ten minutes early and been pacing ever since. She didn’t think she could go through with it. He didn’t understand, she knew that, but how could she admit that the thought of ever having another Pap smear, of being helpless, with her feet up in the stirrups, and vulnerable to a doctor sent a cold shudder straight through to her spine.
     She couldn’t do it. Never again.
     Gracie spun on her heel and ran down the hallway as quickly as she could in the opposite direction. She yelped when she slammed into a hard chest and fell on her backside at the man’s feet.
     “What’s your hurry, little one?” Byron asked with an unusually soft quality in his voice as he lifted Gracie to her feet.
    “I believe she’s running from me,” a cool, familiar voice drawled from behind her. It made her pulse race as she jumped again, twisting in the chef’s arms to face Grayson in genuine alarm.
     “I wasn’t running, I… uh…” She snapped her mouth shut, feeling like an idiot while unable to stop the awkward stammering.
     “You were running in the opposite direction from my office, were you not?” he asked, his brilliant blue eyes keenly observant beneath his arched brows.
     Byron chuckled low as Grayson drew near. Caught between these two powerful doms, she had little choice but to accept her defeat. Her shoulders slumped as she uttered just shy of a whisper, “Yes, sir.”
      She squealed when Grayson leaned down and tossed her easily over one broad shoulder.
     “What are you doing?” she cried out in alarm as her world turned upside down.
     “You lost the privilege of getting to my office under your own steam,” he informed her.
     “You can’t! I won’t. I refuse to allow this!” Gracie yelled in a panic, changing into a whirling dervish as he struggled to keep her squirming, kicking form in place.
     One hard slap landed on her left buttock. She froze, the sting making her realize just what kind of position she was likely putting herself in. “Doc, please, we really need to talk about this…”
     He didn’t respond, nor did he slow his determined step until he opened his office door, ducked down—thoughtfully keeping her from smacking her head on the door jamb—then sailed through, closing it with a thud behind them.
     “We will talk about it, Gracie. Right after your spanking.”
     She found herself set down on her feet in front of him as he hooked an armless chair with one foot and pulled it to him before taking a seat. Grayson kept a firm hold on her arm as he looked up at her, so tall when sitting he didn’t have to look far. She swallowed, feeling flustered by his steady regard. “Um, I have a very good reason for feeling so strongly about this and—”
     “And I want to hear it, but you are not going to get away with behaving this way.” With that said, he proceeded to pull her down over his lap and work her skirt up over her hips.
     “Please, I’m sorry. I got scared and…” Her breathless rush of words tapered off, short of a real explanation. She wasn’t quite ready for that.
     His big, warm hand rested on her lacy panties. “Am I an unreasonable man, Gracie?”
     “No, Gray, it’s just…”
     He gave her a little pat. “As much as I enjoy hearing my name on your sweet lips, when you’re across my knees and about to be punished, I think sir would be more appropriate,” he said firmly.
     “Yes, sir,” she answered softly before addressing his original question, “and I think you’re a very reasonable man, usually.”
     “Do I frighten you?”
     “No, sir,” Gracie replied quickly.
     “Then you should have come to me to discuss your fears rather than running away like a scared little girl.” It was a reasonable request.
     “I know. It’s only that… well, I didn’t want to talk about it,” she admitted miserably.
     “I’m afraid you are going to have to talk about it, young lady, but after,” was his adamant reply as he hooked her panties in his fingers and pulled them down to her knees.
     “I’m sorry, sir,” she murmured quietly.
     “I know you are, baby. We’ll get this taken care of and start over with a clean slate.” Grayson waited no longer and brought his hand down hard on her left sit spot.
     She expelled the air from her lungs in a rush as his broad palm fell again in the exact same place.      “Oooh…” she whimpered as it fell again three more times—fast, one right on top of the other—then he moved to the other side.
     “Oh, sir! Not in the same place! Owww!” Gracie yelped as the blows continued to fall on her vulnerable posterior.
     “Are you ready to talk to me about what the problem is, young lady?” He briefly halted, his hand coming to rest with fingers splayed wide across her hot bottom as he awaited her reply.
     “No!” she snapped, sticking her chin out stubbornly, foolishly, and without the slightest inclination for self-preservation, then clenching her teeth against a new barrage of swats. This round turned out to be much worse, biting more sharply and with searing heat such that she gasped in dismay as she looked frantically over her shoulder to see why. That was when she saw the thin leather paddle he held in his more than capable hand.
     “I think my little persuader will help loosen your tongue,” he predicted as he continued to spank her with quick, crisp swats, leaving not one part of her bottom untouched. After covering every inch of her quivering backside, he again began to apply several in a row, hitting the same target repeatedly as he took aim at each of her sit spots.
     Gracie finally collapsed over his knee, submitting to the punishment and sobbing openly.
     That’s when he stopped and lifted her to straddle his lap facing him. As the wet heat of her sex came in contact with his pants, she emitted a small grunt of gratification.
     “Are you ready to talk to me now?”

Mastering Mariah
     Though Dimitri De Luca is everything she could want in a man and in a master, the scars of Mariah Charmant’s past keep her from surrendering fully to his dominance and embracing the lifestyle she has always craved. Yet as her trust in Dimitri grows, so does the pleasure she experiences beneath his skillful hand, and Mariah soon finds herself submitting to him in ways she had promised herself she would never submit to a man again.
     Her own romance is far from the only one on Mariah’s mind, however. As head of guest relations at the high-end BDSM-themed resort Dimitri owns and operates, she works hard to ensure that the kinky needs of the guests are satisfied, even if that means playing matchmaker from time to time. But when she goes behind Dimitri’s back to set the resort’s world-renowned chef up with a feisty little submissive who is just perfect for him, she ends up earning a thorough chastisement from the man who is both her boss and her master.
     Mariah does her best to help each guest live out their perfect fantasy while keeping her own meddling behind from being draped over Dimitri’s lap too often, but her efforts are interrupted when trouble rears its ugly head in Pleasure Bay. With the threat of a violent tropical storm and a dangerous individual from Mariah’s past both looming, can Dimitri battle man and nature to rescue the woman he loves before it’s too late? And if he brings her home safe will Mariah at last be ready to belong to him completely?

Publisher’s Note: Mastering Mariah is the sequel to Dimitri’s Desire. It is an erotic romance novel that includes spankings, sexual scenes, elements of medical play, and extensive BDSM content. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

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Tuesday, August 11, 2015

Morganna Williams - Unacceptable Behavior Earns a Harsh Spanking

I'm thrilled to host my good friend Morganna Williams today with her new book Unacceptable Behavior.  It's rocketing up the BDSM erotica list on Amazon!  Here's a sneak peek at just one of the hot scenes:

     “Hmmm… I think you should do some corner time and think about what led you to this moment,” Rafe said, standing to guide her over to the corner nearest the door.
     “I don’t want to…” A slap to her already tenderized rear stopped the small rebellion in its tracks.
     “I didn’t ask if you wanted to, young lady,” he said in a firm, no-nonsense tone.
     Max soon found herself standing bare-bottomed, nose in the corner with a flaming backside. As she stood there sniffling, she wanted to rant and rave about the injustice of it, but knew deep down the spanking was deserved. The thought of what she’d done to Rafe of all people made her want to weep anew.
 Forget dating; now he wouldn’t even be her friend.      While she’d known she really didn’t stand a chance with the handsome head of security, at least until now, Max had been able to keep her fantasy alive. But now, she felt its loss keenly.
     Still, she knew crying over it would have to wait until she was alone in her apartment. Besides, I have enough to cry about at the moment, she realized as she reached back to rub her scorched bottom.
     Before she even touched it, her hand was intercepted and another sharp smack landed on her tender cheeks.      “No rubbing.”
     She’d been so wrapped up in her thoughts that Max hadn’t even realized Rafe was still standing right behind her. Her humiliation was complete; not only had he spanked her bare bottom, he was standing behind her watching it jiggle as she tried in vain to wag some of the sting out of it. She felt her shoulders slump in defeat and a deep sigh sounded behind her.
     Max gasped when she heard the sound of his belt sliding through pant loops and she spun around to face him, pressing her belabored bottom to the corner as if to protect it.
     “No, Rafe! Please… I can’t take anymore,” she wailed passionately.
     “You can and will take every bit of what you’ve earned, Maxine. I told you I thought it would be just deserts for you to get exactly what Amanda got in the story and she finished with a taste of the belt,” he said resolutely.
     Max felt her face blanch. Amanda had finished with twenty-five licks of Jack’s belt. She knew for sure because she’d read the scene through at least eight times. It was hard to believe that earlier today she’d found it a delicious scene to read, because now Max didn’t think she’d ever read another spanking story as long as she lived. Reality had a lot more bite!
     “Bend over the edge of my desk, Maxine,” Rafe said quietly.
     She studied his face, looking for any softening of his features. There was none and Max knew she needed to buck up and take whatever punishment he gave her.
     Under his stern gaze she marched up to the desk and laid her torso across it, telling herself she was woman enough to take her punishment. A wistful little thought of what it would be like to always answer to Rafe this way made her shiver a little.
“Good girl, I’m proud of you,” he told her after she’d positioned herself.
     Max was shocked by the swell of pride that filled her at his words. She watched over her shoulder as Rafe doubled the belt in his hand and placed a hand on the small of her back to hold her in place.       “Twenty-five and we’ll be done.”
     Max closed her eyes; she’d known it was too much to hope for that he hadn’t actually read the scene. Her eyes flew back open the instant the first line of fire fell across her vulnerable backside.
The next ten fell in quick succession; obviously Rafe didn’t want to drag this out.
     Max was gasping for air as his belt left unbelievable heat in its wake. Another ten fell rapidly across the tops of her thighs.

Unacceptable Behavior
Maxine Reynolds knows it is careless to read naughty stories on her phone will driving, but she is utterly shocked by the consequences when she rear-ends ex-CIA agent Rafe Jennings, the head of security at her place of work. After scolding her for her reckless and unacceptable behavior, he proceeds to give her exactly what she needs—a long, hard, thoroughly embarrassing bare-bottom spanking followed by a belt whipping over the edge of his desk.

After her punishment, Rafe informs Maxine that from now on he’ll be making it his business to keep her in line, and though she protests, she cannot help recognizing that his guidance makes her feel safer and more loved than she’s ever felt before. Still, she can’t let herself believe that he could be genuinely interested in her or that he sees her as more than a girl who needs his help.

Yet once he takes her into his arms and claims her fully, Maxine begins to wonder if maybe he truly does want her as his own. But when Rafe is sent overseas for one last mission, her fears send her into a spiral of self-destruction. Will he return in time to rescue Maxine from herself?

Publisher’s Note: Unacceptable Behavior is an erotic romance novel that contains spankings, sexual scenes, anal play, elements of medical play, and more. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.
                                                   Buy on  Amazon

Sunday, March 29, 2015

Morganna Williams Top the Charts With His Girl, His Rules

I'm excited to be chatting with Morganna Williams today.  Her hot new BDSM romance His Girl His Rules is tearing up the charts on Amazon - sitting on two Top 10 lists.  Congratulations, Morganna!

Thank you for having me today Kallista! I’m really excited about sharing an excerpt from my new book His Girl, His Rules.

In this scene Glory learns when it comes to issues of safety Gabriel isn’t playing.

     Glory was ready at ten to seven despite her concerns about becoming a little too attached to Gabriel. When push came to shove, she wanted to experience everything he had to offer too much to deny herself the opportunity.

     The doorbell rang before she had the chance to worry about it further and she opened the door to find Gabriel looking devastatingly attractive in a pair of well-worn jeans and a button-down shirt with the sleeves rolled up.
     “You always answer the door without asking who it is?” he asked with a raised brow.
     Glory barely managed to control her impulse to roll her eyes. “I knew it was you.”
     “It could have been anyone,” Gabriel said succinctly.
     “It wasn’t, it was you,” she pointed out matter-of-factly.
     “Glory,” he said sternly.
     “Gabriel,” she said back, raising her own brow. Glory recognized her mistake when his mouth tightened and he pushed his way inside past her. Uh oh, now the dom was coming out to play.He caught her firmly by the arm and pulled her away from the door to swing it shut. then tucked her beneath one arm, pulled her over his hip, and hiked her skirt up to rest on her back.
     “Gabriel! Stop! I…”
     “You were testing me. When it comes to matters of safety, young lady, I’m not playing,which you will fully understand before we leave this house.”Strong fingers hooked in the waistband of her panties as he tugged them down her hips and legs until they landed at her feet. “Step out and kick them to the side.”
     “What?”A sharp swat landed on her exposed backside, making her yelp.
      “You heard me. Do it.”
     Glory swallowed at the implacable tone in his deep voice and immediately complied.
     “Good girl. From now on, what are you going to do when someone knocks or rings your bell, young lady?” he asked, still holding her bent at the waist over his hip.
     “Ask who it is?” she asked hesitantly.
     “Exactly, just to make sure you remember…” Gabriel delivered a fast barrage of swats to her bottom, causing her to dance awkwardly in place while precariously balanced on four-inch heels.When she was sniffling and about to give in to the tears rapidly filling her eyes from the growing discomfort in her bottom, he stood her back up in front of him.
     He smiled and cupped her cheeks in his hands, framing her face and gently wiping the tears from under her eyes with his thumbs. “Do you think you’ll remember to ask who it is in the future?”
     “Yes, sir,” Glory said, sounding like a lost little girl to her own ears.
     “Good. Now go wipe your face and change your shoes, then we can go,” Gabriel said as he turned her toward her room.
     “Change my shoes? Why?” Her brow wrinkled in consternation.
     “No offense, sweetness, but I’ve noticed you’re a tad clumsy. I’ve seen you walk into walls, and I think those heels are courting a broken ankle.”
     Her back straightened in outrage. “I’m not that bad!”
     He merely raised a brow at her again.

     Though Glory Walters writes erotic novels about firm-handed men who know how to deal with feisty women, she’s ashamed to admit she’s never experienced anything of the sort herself. But then she meets Gabriel—Sergeant Gabriel to the men he leads on the local SWAT team, but Master Gabriel to her—and suddenly the scenes in her books don’t seem so far-fetched anymore.
     Gabriel has just been going through the motions in life since his wife’s death four years ago, but almost from the moment he sets eyes on her, he wants Glory as his own. Despite never having been taken in hand before, she responds beautifully to a good, hard, bare-bottom spanking, and his dominant lovemaking leaves her breathless. But when Glory foolishly puts herself in extreme danger, she soon discovers that naughty girls who take risks with their safety get their bottoms thoroughly punished… inside and out.

Publisher’s Note: His Girl, His Rules is an erotic novel that contains spankings, sexual scenes, anal play, elements of BDSM, and more. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book