Wednesday, March 26, 2008

Thursday Thirteen!

Thirteen More Songs on My iPod!


  1. Clumsy by Fergie

  2. Come on Eileen by Dexy's Midnight Runners

  3. Cyclone by Baby Bash

  4. December by Collective Soul

  5. First Time by Lifehouse

  6. Get the Party Started by Pink

  7. I'm Gonna Be by The Proclaimers

  8. Mony Mony by Billy Idol

  9. Mr. Jones by Counting Crows

  10. Sk8ter Boi by Avril Lavigne

  11. To Be a Lover by Billy Idol

  12. The Sweet Escape by Gwen Stefani

  13. Two Princes by Spin Doctors

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  1. The Midnight Moon Cafe

  2. Elle Fredrix

  3. Heather

  4. Kissa Starling

  5. Jennifer McKenzie

  6. Gwen Hayes

  7. Debbie Mumford

  8. Bonnnie Rose Leigh

  9. Rhonda Stapleton

  10. Robin Rotham

  11. Ember Case

  12. The Novelty Girls

  13. Amelia June

  14. Michelle Pillow

  15. Seeley Deborn

  16. LA Day

  17. Adelle Laudan

  18. Shelley Munro

  19. Kris Yankee

  20. Moondancer

  21. Savannah Chase

  22. Tara Nichols

  23. Yuriko

  24. Alessia Brio

  25. Kate Willoughby

  26. Kaige

  27. Xakara

  28. Jane Jones

  29. Pamela

  30. Alice Audrey

  31. Gina Ardito

  32. Lisa Andel

  33. Kathleen Oxley

  34. Gwen Mitchell

  35. Chloe Devlin

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Thursday, March 20, 2008

Wednesday, March 19, 2008

The Ambassador's Daughter is now in print!


I'm so excited! My best selling sci-fi spanking romance The Ambassador's Daughter is now in print!

Sparks fly in this sci-fi spanking romance when an interplanetary ambassador’s spoiled, impetuous daughter, Inarii Kal’yle, finally meets her match in the form of her new, no-nonsense bodyguard, the handsome Rand Barany. An expert in the field of personal protection, Rand has a reputation for getting the job done, and has no patience for his charge’s blatant disregard for the rules.

Threats abound around the beautiful socialite, but are they from her father’s enemies or the obsessed stalker who has unknowingly been tracking her? Rand doesn’t know or care; his job is to keep her safe. But how can he do that when she takes a perverse sort of pleasure in slipping away from him every chance she gets? Finally, he has no choice but to do what he’s wanted to do since their first meeting – he drags he over his knee and spanks her. Outraged, she runs to her father, thinking that he will dismiss her brute of a bodyguard. But her father surprises her by siding with Rand, telling her that it’s no more than she deserves. Then, as if that weren’t enough, he practically gives Rand permission to spank her whenever the man sees fit!

But when the threats becomes all too real and they’re on the run for their lives, Inarii has no choice but to depend on Rand. Even then, her nature won’t allow her to follow his orders, and he’s forced to spank her repeatedly - for her own good, according to him. And though she may fight Rand every step of the way, it doesn’t keep her from falling for the big brute!



Excerpt

Chane Kal’yle was a tall, lean man with graying hair and an uncommonly deep voice when he spoke, and when Rand entered the study, the man immediately offered his hand in welcome. It was an old custom, still done on Earth, where Rand was originally from, and as Chane Kal’yle was from the planet Deuntaie, Rand appreciated the gesture.

"Mr. Barany, please sit,” the ambassador said, gesturing to the chairs in front of his desk.

Rand did as he was bid, and when they were both seated, it was Ambassador Kal’yle who spoke.

“I must say, your resume is very impressive, Mr. Barany, for someone as young as you are,” he said, reading aloud as he scanned the holo-screen on his desk. “You completed your law degree along with a minor in civil administration in only two years, graduating with top honors. You graduated top of your class at the CP Academy, and then you were with civil protection for four years where you received many commendations for your performance. You were promoted to investigator after only three years. Then you worked with a private protection company for two years before going out on your own.” He turned his gaze on Rand. “You’ve protected quite a few prominent people, Mr. Barany, and all of them speak very highly of you.”

Rand inclined his head. “Thank you, Mr. Ambassador,” he said. He and Chane Kal’yle had already spoken earlier in the day, so he knew that he was being hired to protect the ambassador’s daughter. What he didn’t know was why he was being hired. “I’m very flattered that you asked me to come in, Mr. Ambassador, and I'm certainly interested in the job, but I also can’t help being a little curious as to why you would need me when you have your own security.”

Ambassador Kal’yle was silent for a moment before answering. “I’m going to be honest with you, Mr. Barany. My own security is not top of the line; they simply come with the position. But in recent months, the threats I’ve been receiving have become much more serious. I’m involved in several bills and agendas that have made me very unpopular with a few groups within our federated planets’ population. If it were just me, I would not be too concerned, but my daughter has been mentioned in some of the threats, and I am concerned that they will go after her to get to me. My daughter is very headstrong and my security team simply cannot keep up with her. She has gotten very good at eluding them to go where she pleases.” He frowned. “Just last night, she slipped away from her guard to go to some nightclub, and ended up getting arrested when protectors raided the place. That guard has since been dismissed, of course.” He leveled his gaze at Rand. “My daughter needs a bodyguard that she can’t bully and slip away from, Mr. Barany. Someone who will protect her from herself as well as others.”

It sounded more like the ambassador’s daughter needed a good spanking, Rand thought to himself, silently wondering if it had been wise to take on this job. It sounded like this girl was going to be a major pain in the ass. He had agreed to this job simply because protecting an ambassador’s family would be the crowning jewel on his resume, and would ensure that his current one-man company would grow in the future.

So, Rand nodded. “I’ll do whatever is necessary to make sure that she behaves herself, and to keep her safe.”

Chane Kal’yle nodded, apparently satisfied. “I suppose I should introduce you to my daughter, then.” Sitting back, he spoke to the house computer. “Mirlene, please ask Inarii to come to my study.”

“Of course, Ambassador,” the pleasant female voice answered.

A few minutes later, the door to the study opened and Inarii came into the room. Her father rose to his feet and Rand did the same, turning as he did so, only to find his resolve threatening to weaken at the sight of the ambassador’s beautiful daughter.

Though Inarii’s father was Deuntaien, her mother was of Earthen descent, and the combination was exotic looking. She was tall and slender like her father, but with just the right amount of womanly curves in all the right places. Courtesy of her Deuntaien heritage, her eyes were the clearest green he’d ever seen, and her full lips, as ridiculously clich├ęd as it sounded, looked like they’d been made for a man’s kisses. He had obviously seen many holos of her over the years, but none of them did justice to her actual beauty. She was truly stunning.

Rand felt himself suddenly grow hard as he thought about what else she could do with that mouth, and swore under his breath. He was here to protect the ambassador’s daughter. Keep her in line when necessary. Nothing more.

“Allow me to present my daughter, Inarii,” the ambassador said. “Inarii, this is Rand Barany. I’ve hired him to be your new bodyguard.”

“Bodyguard...?” Her voice trailed off, and Rand saw her frown. “But Father, we already have plenty of guards.”

Chane Kal’yle gave his daughter an indulgent smile. “Guards who have other responsibilities. Mr. Barany’s only job will be to protect you, something he specializes in.” He gave her a pointed look.

"He goes wherever you go, Inarii,” he said, and Rand thought that the man actually seemed to enjoy saying that to her.

Inarii’s eyes widened and took on a look of something close to panic as they darted to Rand, before her gaze went back to the ambassador. “But Father...”

"Inarii, I’ve made up my mind on this. You will accept Mr. Barany as your personal bodyguard. If not, I will send you home to Deuntaie, where I’m sure you’ll be safe.”

Her mouth fell open, but no words came out.

“I’ll let you and Mr. Barany get acquainted, shall I?” her father said, coming around the desk and making his way to the door.

Inarii watched him leave the room, staring at the closed door for a moment. She was dressed in the Deuntaien style, the gown sleeveless and belted criss-cross style around her middle to show off her slim waist, and the silky material skimmed over the tops of her sandal-covered feet as she whirled around to face Rand Barany.

She didn’t think she’d ever seen a more handsome man. He was tall and broad shouldered with dark hair, strong, angular features, and a wide, generous mouth. He was, if truth were told, just the type of man she was attracted to, though a bit older than the type she normally went for. But she didn’t need another bodyguard, especially one that followed her everywhere she went, no matter how handsome he was. The sooner she made that clear to him, the better.

“My father is confused, Mr. Barany,” she said stiffly. “He exaggerates the threat against us. Your services would be a waste of time. As I said, we have quite a few guards in our employment, and I truly doubt that we need another. I’m sure that your services could be put to better use elsewhere.”

Rand's smile was tight. “Your father seems to have a completely different opinion,” he said. “But don’t worry, I’ll make this as easy on you as possible. You won’t even notice me.”

Inarii doubted that.“Your father is only concerned about you,” he continued.“My father is overprotective,” she countered. “If it were up to him, I would never leave the house.”

If it were up to Rand, she’d never leave his bed, he thought, and swore under his breath again. What the hell was wrong with him? It wasn’t like he’d never seen a beautiful woman before.

Inarii tossed her long, auburn hair over her shoulder and lifted her chin. “Well, if you insist on working for me, then there’s something you should know. I don’t tolerate insolence of any kind. Contrary to what my father thinks, I need my privacy, and I won’t have you following me around everywhere I go.”

Rand clenched his jaw at the imperious tone in her voice. “First of all, I don’t work for you, Ms. Kal’yle, I work for your father, and second of all, there’s something you should know about me. I don’t tolerate insolence, either. When I tell you to do something, it’s for your own safety, so you do it without question. I’m your bodyguard, which means that I’m at your side at all times, so there will be no sneaking off to go shopping at the market, or to go dancing at some nightclub, or to meet a lover for some secret rendezvous, or do whatever it is that you do when you sneak off. Unlike your other guards, I won’t put up with your antics.”

Inarii stared at Rand Barany, wondering where her father had found such an insufferable man, and just how much her father had told him about her? “How dare you...?”

Rand folded his arms across his chest. “Oh, I dare, Ms. Kal’yle. I’m not just your bodyguard, apparently I’m also your babysitter, so I fully expect you to behave yourself and do as I tell you. Do I make myself clear?”

Inarii felt herself blush at the words. “I’m not a child, Mr. Barany, to be ordered around!” she told him hotly.

“Then behave yourself and I won’t treat you like one. Then we’ll get along like two reasonable adults.” He glanced at his watch. “Now, if you’ll excuse me...”

She stared at Rand Barany’s retreating back, her pulse racing, her breathing ragged, and a warmth that she didn’t want to put a name to spreading through her. If she didn’t know better, she’d think she was attracted to the man. Which was absolutely absurd, of course! Rand Barany was rude and arrogant. He probably never even went to a school of higher education, much less read a book. He was not at all the type of man she would be attracted to. She frowned at that – just minutes ago, she was telling herself that he was exactly the type of man she would be attracted to. But that was before she learned what an ass he was.

Inarii took a deep breath and let it out slowly, smoothing her gown with her hands, trying to calm herself. Getting poor Oland fired had taught her something, at least. All she had to do was make this Rand Barany look like an incompetent imbecile, and her father would have no choice but to fire him. She just had to make it seem like it was Rand’s fault, so that her father wouldn’t follow through on his threat to send her back to their home planet. A threat that she doubted he would follow through on anyway. At that point, she could either convince her father that she didn’t need a bodyguard, or she would keep going through them until there were none left that were willing to work for her father. One thing was for sure; this Rand Barany was not going to get the better of her!



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Wednesday, March 12, 2008

Your Hunky Hero for Today is...


Garren Dandridge, that yummy time-traveling pirate from The Magic Spell! It's easy to see why Alanna would totally fall for him, and his spankings!


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Thursday, March 6, 2008

Thursday Thirteen!



Thirteen Fun Facts about Hedgehogs!






  1. they weigh in at a little over a pound
  2. the average hedgehog has about 5,000 - 7,000 quills
  3. there are two large muscles on either side of a hedghog's back that raise the quills
  4. they're omnivores
  5. baby hedgehogs are called hoglets
  6. there are fourteen different species of hedgehogs
  7. while their backs are covered with quills, their face, legs, tail, and belly are covered with fur
  8. at birth, their quills are soft, but they harden several hours later
  9. they "anoint" themselves by depositing frothy saliva between their quills, something they do in response to pungent smells
  10. they are nocturnal
  11. they have an excellent sense of smell as well as hearing
  12. they protect themselves by curling into a ball
  13. they make a purring sound
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Wednesday, March 5, 2008

The Magic Spell!



Here's an excerpt from my bestselling time-travel paranormal spanking romance The Magic Spell!



“You can send him back, though, right?” Alanna asked.

Mijanou regarded her in silence for a moment before answering. “If that is what you both want by the time I figure out how to do so, then yes.”

What did she mean, if that was what they both wanted? Alanna wondered. Of course, it was!

“What about the part of the spell that won’t let us get more than twenty feet from each other?” Alanna persisted. “Can you do something about that right now?”

The woman’s lips curved into a smile. “I am afraid not, my dear,” she said. “For now, you will have to learn to enjoy each other’s company.”

Alanna wanted to groan. What the heck was she going to do with a seventeenth-century pirate while the shop owner came up with a spell to send him back? It’s not like she could take him to work with her.

Giving the woman her phone number, Alanna left the charm shop along with Garren and Hollie. As they walked back to the car, she noticed that he was getting a lot of stares from passersby as they went. Though some of those looks were due to the fact that he was positively gorgeous, others had to do with the clothes he was wearing. Even here in San Francisco, they made him stand out. He couldn’t keep going around like this.

Announcing that they were going shopping, Alanna drove to the nearest mall. Though she would rather have just sent Hollie into the store to get Garren some clothes, she knew that there was no way the other girl would get something that would fit him. So, ignoring the odd looks they got, Alanna led the way into the mall.

While Garren looked around the store in wonder, Alanna chose a pair of jeans and two long-sleeve button-up shirts that looked like they could be the right size and pushed them into his arms, then sent him into the dressing room.

When he came back out, wearing the jeans she had picked out and with the shirt halfway unbuttoned down his muscular chest, Alanna just stared at him for a moment. Daaaamn! she thought. If she didn’t know better, she’d think he just stepped off the cover of GQ.

Ignoring the flutter in her pulse, Alanna paid for the purchases while Garren stuffed his breeches and shirt in the bag the awestruck female clerk handed him.

Back outside, Hollie suggested they stop at Starbuck’s on the way back to the car, and as they walked down the sidewalk past the various shops, Alanna felt an abrupt yank as Garren stopped to look in one of them. At the limit of their twenty-feet tether, she stumbled a little and turned to see what had captured his interest this time.

“Bloody hell!” he muttered, his expression dark as he stared at something in the store window.

“What is it?” Alanna asked.

He gave her a sidelong glance. “That is mine.”

Her brow furrowing in confusion, Alanna looked up to read the sign above the store. Grayson’s Antiques, it read. “What are you talking about?” she asked Garren.

He pointed at the ornate looking box one of the shelves. “That is mine,” he said. “I had it made for me in Port Royale. See, it has my initials worked into it in silver.”

She leaned closer for a better look. It was very nice looking, but she couldn’t imagine what the heck he would want with it. It looked like a jewelry box to her. “Well, it belongs to Grayson’s Antiques now,” she said. “So, come on.”

Without waiting to see if he would follow, Alanna turned to go and was immediately jerked back. Muttering under her breath, she whirled around to find the pirate determinedly trying to make his way to the door of the antique store.

“Just what do you think you’re doing?” Alanna demanded, digging the heels of her boots into the sidewalk.

He gave her a superior look. “I am going to get my property back.”

She glared at him. “I’m not paying good money for some old piece of junk,” she told him firmly.

His mouth quirked. “Who said anything about paying for it?”

Turning on his heel, Garren started for the antique store again, but Alanna grabbed onto the parking meter with one hand, refusing to budge. Eyes narrowing, he spun around to face her.

“Stop this foolishness, wench, and let me go in there,” he growled.

Alanna lifted her chin. “I will not let you go in there and steal that thing back,” she told him firmly.

He clenched his jaw. “Why not?” he demanded. “It is mine.”

“Not in this century it isn’t!” she shot back.

Garren stood there scowling at her for so long that for a moment Alanna thought he might actually pick her up, throw her over his shoulder, and carry her bodily into Grayson’s Antiques. But he only swore under his breath, gave the thing in the store a regretful look and strode over to her.

“You are lucky I do not put you over my knee right here, wench,” he told her as he stalked past. “I thought you would have learned your lesson the first two times I did so, but apparently you did not.”

Hollie, who had been watching the whole exchange with amusement, now looked at her wide-eyed. “Did he just say what I think he did?” she asked.

Alanna’s face flamed. “Of course not!”

With that, she hurried past the other girl to catch up with Garren before her friend could press her on the subject. She only hoped that Garren wouldn’t say anything else about it. It was bad enough that she knew she’d been spanked. It would be completely mortifying if Hollie found out about it.



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Tuesday, March 4, 2008

Celebrate the Fifth Anniversary of Whiskey Creek Press with a Scavenger Hunt!


That's right! Whiskey Creek Press is celebrating their Fifth Anniversary and you can join in the fun! In addition to various chats, you can also take part in a Scavenger Hunt. And the prizes are fantastic!
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