Thursday, October 25, 2007

Thursday Thirteen!




Thirteen Sexy Halloween Costumes!

I've dressed up as the Naughty Schoolgirl and the French Maid for my hubby, and this Halloween I'm dressing up as the Cat! Meow! *wink*




1. Cat




2. Bounty Hunter



3. French Maid




4. Greek Goddess




5. Gypsy



6. Harem Dancer


7. Naughty Schoolgirl


8. Pirate Wench





9. Police Officer




10. Slave Princess



11. Vampire

12. Witch

Wednesday, October 24, 2007

Your Hunky Hero for Today is...

Ronan Davenport from All She Can Think About! Yup, I can totally see why all Bree can think about is him spanking her!

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Wednesday, October 17, 2007

All She Can Think About!


Here's an excerpt from my spanking romance All She Can Think About, written under the name Samantha Danvers!

Bree put her plan into motion that evening. Despite the chilly fall temperatures, she took Angie’s advice and put on the shortest miniskirt she had. Barely coming to mid-thigh, she paired it with a curve-hugging sweater and knee-high leather boots. Looking at her reflection in the mirror, she had to admit that the effect was pretty darn sexy.

Apparently, her boyfriend must have thought so, too, if the smoldering look he gave her when she walked in the door was any indication. And if Ronan wondered why she was so dressed up for a simple study-date, he didn’t mention it.

But neither did he take the hint and give Bree that spanking she was angling for, either, much to her dismay. And she did everything that she and Angie had talked about, too, including rubbing her ass against Ronan’s groin whenever the opportunity presented itself.It wasn’t that Ronan was oblivious, or
immune to her. Far from it, in fact. Whenever she bent over, his gaze immediately went to her bottom, and when he finally growled that she was a “bad girl” for getting him all hard by rubbing up against him, she thought that her plan had worked for sure when he picked her up in his arms and carried her into the bedroom. And though they made wild, passionate love, Ronan didn’t even come close to spanking her.

When she told Angie about what had happened as they were getting ready for class the next day, the other girl frowned.

“And he didn’t even give you a playful smack when you bent over in front of him?” she asked. “Jack always does that.”

“Well, all Ronan did was drag me off to bed!” Bree said sullenly. “I mean, not that I’m complaining, but I wanted him to spank me first.”

Actually, a spanking before, during, and after their lovemaking would have been fine with her, Bree thought. And though it was probably unfair to expect Ronan to read her mind about the whole thing, she thought she would die of embarrassment if she had to come out and actually talk to him about it. All she could think about was Ronan looking at her like she was a freak.

Swinging her purse onto her shoulder, Bree picked up her books from the kitchen table. “What do you think about leaving some spanking stories out where Ronan can see them?” she asked her college roommate. “If I do it here instead of at his place, then he’s bound to see them.”

Angie smiled as she took her keys out of her purse. “And when he asks about them, you can shyly give him a coy look and let nature take its course.”

Bree nodded. “Exactly!”

The blond girl gave Bree a shrug. “Contrary to what we might wish, guys are not into subtle, but it could work,” she said as she picked up her own books.

It had better work, Bree thought as she printed out one of her more favorite spanking stories that evening. Ronan would be there any minute, and she wanted to make sure that the story was in a prominent place so that he would be sure to see it before they started studying.

Bree was just placing it on top of her math book when the doorbell rang. Her pulse skipping a beat, she glanced at the computer monitor, wondering if she should leave the spanking website that she’d been looking at up on the screen. Deciding that it certainly couldn’t hurt, she hurried over to the door. Opening it, she gave her boyfriend a smile as she went up on tiptoe to give him a kiss.

Ronan kissed her back, his mouth warm and insistent as it covered hers, and she let out a soft moan of pleasure. When he finally lifted his head, he stepped back to let his gaze run over her appreciatively. She had dressed in her shortest pair of terrycloth shorts and a curve-hugging cami-top for their “study-date,” and couldn’t help but blush a little when her boyfriend let out a low whistle.

“There is absolutely no way that I’m going to be able to keep my mind on homework, you know that, don’t you, babe?” he said, his voice husky.

Bree certainly hoped so! Laughing, she evaded him when he would have reached for her again to hurry across the room. “Well, you’re just going to have to try, because there’s no nookie until it’s done,” she told him as she sat down at the kitchen table.

Ronan gave her a wolfish grin. “Good thing for me that I don’t have much to do, then,” he said as he crossed the living room.

“Good thing,” she agreed with a laugh. “Hey, honey, can you grab my math book for me? I think I left it over by the computer.”

Bree said the words casually, but inside, her heart was pounding wildly as Ronan walked over to the computer. Holding his own book in one hand, he reached for hers with the other, and she held her breath as she watched him pick up the piece of paper she’d left sitting out on top of it. This was it! she thought excitedly. In a minute, Ronan would turn to look at her, his brow lifted in question.

“What is this?” he would ask her.

She, of course, would immediately jump up to run into the living room and blushingly snatch the paper from his hand. “Y-you weren’t s-supposed to see that,” she would tell him, stammering in her embarrassment.

She would chew on her lower lip and look up at him from beneath lowered lashes, and he would ask, perhaps even demand, to know why she had been reading
something like that. After some hesitation, she would shyly admit her secret desire to be spanked, of course. Then, her boyfriend would tell her that she was a very naughty girl for hiding something like that from him and that she did indeed deserve a spanking. She was practically bouncing in her chair, she was so excited by the thought!

© Paige Tyler and ABCD Webmasters, 2005


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Thursday, October 11, 2007

Thursday Thirteen!



Thirteen Movies to Get You in the Mood for Halloween!



1. Cursed

2. Halloween H2O

3. Jason X


4. Jeepers Creepers

5. Jeepers Creepers 2


6. George Romero's Land of the Dead


7. Near Dark

8. Scooby Doo
9. Scream


10. Shaun of the Dead


11. The Lost Boys

12. Underworld


13. Underworld Evolution

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Wednesday, October 10, 2007

Tuesday, October 9, 2007

Thursday, October 4, 2007

Thursday Thirteen!


Thirteen Reasons to Watch Supernatural


  1. there's Sam
  2. and Dean
  3. it's one of the best shows on televsion
  4. it has witty dialogue
  5. it has shiver-inducing supernatural beasties
  6. it has creative, intriguing story lines
  7. then there's Sam
  8. and Dean
  9. it has terrific special effects
  10. it has high cuddle-factor
  11. it's a great place to see hunky guys kick some butt
  12. it has rockin' music
  13. did I mention Sam and Dean?

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Wednesday, October 3, 2007

Not Really the Outdoor Type!

Here's an excerpt from my bestselling spanking romance Not Really the Outdoor Type, written under the name Madison Kincaide!

She had thought that Jason would be back well before closing time, but he wasn’t, and she wondered where he’d gone off to. Nicole and the Darren, the teenagers who worked at the store, headed out shortly after the last of the customers, leaving her alone. She thought about waiting for Jason in his office, but for some reason, her steps took her outside instead, where she took a seat on one of the benches on the dock.

Every so often her gaze would stray from the lake to the hothouse, and she would be reminded of her run-in with the crickets. They were probably all over the place, she thought with a shiver. God, those things made her skin crawl!

The door opened abruptly, startling her, and she let out a sigh of relief when she saw Jason. Getting to her feet, she walked over to him. Since the weather was unseasonably warm that day, she had decided to wear shorts and a pair of low-heeled sandals to work, and she felt her pulse skip a beat when she saw his gaze go to her long legs.

“Hey,” she said, giving him a big smile. “I was wondering where you were.”

He didn’t return her smile, his brow furrowing as his gaze flicked to the hothouse, and then back to her. “One of the locals said that he came in looking to buy some crickets and you told him we were out of them,” he said without pre-emption. “In fact, he said that you told him we were out of all the live bait.”

Kendall feigned a look of confusion. “Someone came in looking for crickets?” she said, and then shrugged. “I don’t really remember. We were so busy today. Maybe he talked to someone else.”

Jason lifted a brow, making Kendall think that he didn’t quite believe her little fib, and she hurried on before he could press the issue. “I waited because I thought that you might like to come over for...”

But the words trailed off as Jason walked past her and headed down the dock toward the hothouse. She hurried after him.

“Wh-where are you going?” she asked when she had caught up with him.

He gave her a sidelong glance. “To see if we’re out of live bait.”

Kendall stopped for a moment, her eyes going wide. “You can’t!”

He halted in his tracks and turned to face her. “Why not?”

She tried to think up some lie that he would believe, but nothing would come to mind. “B-because...”

His brows drew together. “What did you do, Kendall?”

Kendall hesitated, chewing on her lower lip, and when she didn’t answer, Jason turned on his heel and headed for the hothouse again. Kendall followed.

“I wouldn’t go in there if I were you,” she said, stopping him just as he reached the door. “At least not without a really big flyswatter or something.”

Jason turned to look at her. “What?” he asked, clearly confused.

Kendall sighed. “Look, I went in there to get that guy his stupid crickets, and the next thing I know, those creepy, disgusting things are jumping all over the place.”

He frowned. “Didn’t you use the net?”

“I did use the net,” she told him. “But before I could even get them, they attacked me!”

Jason lifted a brow, a smile threatening to break the seriousness of his expression. “Crickets attacked you?”

“Yes!” she insisted. “You should have seen it. They were all over me. In my hair, on my clothes.”

She shivered just thinking about it. “I can’t believe it’s even legal to keep those things. They’re dangerous!”

His mouth quirked even more at that. “The only thing dangerous in there is you, honey. Believe me, those crickets are more afraid of you than you are of them.”

Kendall folded her arms and glared at him. “I doubt that.”

Jason shrugged. “You know, it probably would have been easier if you’d just used your hands instead of the net.”

Her eyes went wide. “My hands?” she asked, horrified at the idea. “You’ve got to be kidding me! They could have bitten me.”

“Crickets don’t bite, Kendall.” He jerked his head toward the hothouse. “Come on,” he said. “I’ll show you how to catch them.”

Kendall blinked. He didn’t seriously expect her to go back in there with those things, did he? “No way!” she told him. “If you haven’t noticed, I’m not really the outdoor type. That means anything dealing with nature is off-limits.”

Jason shook his head. “You’ve been living in LA for too long, honey.”

For some reason, the words made her bristle, and she lifted her chin. She liked living in LA, dammit! “Yeah, well at least I don’t have to worry about crickets attacking me there,” she said hotly.

He snorted. “No, there, you just have to worry about people attacking you.”

She made a face. “Oh, go take care of your stupid crickets!” she snapped. “I’m going home.”

With that, Kendall turned on her heel, only to promptly knock over the plastic pails that had been sitting precariously on top of one another beside the hothouse. They fell to the dock with a thud, the lids coming off in the process, and the contents inside spilling out all over everything, including her feet.

Ignoring the sound of frustration coming from Jason, Kendall started to shake the dirt off her feet when she realized that it wasn’t just dirt that had been in that pail. There were slimy, wiggly things crawling around in the dirt!Kendall jumped back, screaming, frantically trying to kick the dirt off her feet. But while the dirt fell off easily, the slimy, wiggly things seemed to want to cling to her skin.

“Get them off me!” she shrieked, squishing some of them under her shoes as she backpedaled wildly. Ewwwww, she thought. She was never going to get that stuff off of her shoes. She’d probably have to throw them out!

But Jason was already crouching down to scoop up handfuls of the nasty little creatures and put them back in the pail. “Dammit, Kendall, you’re stepping on them!” he said in exasperation. “Just pick them up. They won’t hurt you.”

Kendall stared at him in disbelief. He wanted her to actually touch those disgusting squirmy things! Her eyes narrowed. “Pick them up yourself!” she shot back.

Heedless of the worms crawling around underfoot, she turned on her heel to storm off. She hadn’t taken more than two steps, however, when Jason caught her arm and spun her around.

“You didn’t learn anything from that spanking I gave you the other day, did you?” he growled, his blue eyes full of warning.

Kendall gasped. He wouldn’t dare spank her again, she thought. But as he strode over to one of the benches alongside the building, she realized that he was going to do just that.

“Jason, wait a...” she protested, but the rest of what she was about to say came out in a whoosh of breath as he sat down on the bench and flung her over his knee.


© Paige Tyler and ABCD Webmasters, 2005


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Tuesday, October 2, 2007

I've Been Interviewed!


I've been interviewed by Enchanting Reviews! I'm so psyched, not to mention flattered to be asked!

You can read the interview
here!

And to read the review they gave my hot new erotic romance Cindra and the Bounty Hunter, click
here!

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