Thursday, February 28, 2013

Thursday Thirteen - Monster High!

 
Thirteen Dolls in My Monster High Collection!

 

Clawdeen Wonder Wolf
 
 
Gloom Beach Clawdeen
 
 
Gloom Beach Cleo

 
 Gloom Beach Draculaura
 Gloom Beach Frankie
 Gloom Beach Ghoulia
 Skull Shores Clawdeen
 Skull Shores Cleo
 Skull Shores Draculaura
 Skull Shores Frankie
 Skull Shores Ghoulia
 Meowlody
Purrsephone


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Wednesday, February 27, 2013

New Cover Goodness - MAID FOR SPANKING!

So excited! Got my cover for MAID FOR SPANKING, my upcoming release from Blushing Books! Korey Mae Johnson is the artist!  Love it!




Colleen Palmer hates her job as a computer programmer. The pay is good, but the hours are terrible, and what’s worse, she never gets to work on anything interesting. Unable to take it anymore, she quits to go in search of her dream job. In the meantime, though, she still has to pay the bills, so she lets her friend talk her into becoming a maid for Silicon Valley’s rich and famous.

Cleaning really isn’t her thing, but polishing silver and dusting furniture doesn’t seem so bad when she meets her first client, the gorgeous Steven Hughes. It might not be her dream job, but on top of making some pretty damn good money and setting her own hours, she gets to spend her day with a hot and hunky guy.

There are some drawbacks to working for Steve, though. One, he tends to be a little obsessive compulsive about how he likes his house cleaned. And two, he has an annoying habit of spanking her every time she doesn’t follow orders. But everything changes when her curiosity gets the better of her and she sneaks into his secret room to discovers he’s a computer programmer just like her. And that working alongside him might just be the dream job she’s been looking for. If she can put up with all his spankings.


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http://www.paigetylertheauthor.com/BooksMaidForSpanking.html


Coming Soon from Blushing Books!


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Tuesday, February 26, 2013

Tasty Tuesday Hunk!

More great abs and a military hunk to boot! He'd be perfect for my upcoming miltary/paranormal romance series SPECIAL OPS!
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Thursday, February 21, 2013

Thursday Thirteen - Excerpts from THE WAGER!



Thirteen Sexy Excerpts from THE WAGER!


1.


For once Skye Covington was glad she worked in a cubicle. That way no one could see her jaw drop. As an advice columnist for one of San Francisco’s top newspapers, she’d gotten letters that made her laugh, made her cry, made her mad, even made her go, huh? This one wanted to make her do all of the above. In addition to screaming in frustration. Unfortunately, the cubicles at the

Bay Gazette didn’t come with soundproofing, so she’d have to keep that to a minimum.
2.

Skye was at the Starbucks downstairs checking her messages on her iPhone when someone tossed a folded copy of the San Francisco Bay Gazette on the table and sat down
across from her. She looked up to see Carter Madison regarding her with those incredible amber colored eyes of his. Tall with dark hair, broad shoulders and the perfect amount of scruff on his chiseled jaw, she had to admit he was gorgeous. Just because she came from a long line of feminists didn’t mean she didn’t like men. And Carter was about as hot a guy as a woman could find. It was too bad he was the stereotypical jock.

“I read your column in today’s paper.” He set his cup of coffee down on the table. “The one with your advice to Curious About Spanking.”

Great. Everyone seemed to have an opinion on that. She couldn’t wait to hear to hear his.

Skye put her phone down on the table. “I thought the only part of the newspaper you read were the box scores.”

He chuckled. “Oh, I read those, too. But I always make time for Ask Skye Anything.”

“I’m flattered.” She picked up her nonfat latte, looking at him over the rim as she took a sip. “I don’t read yours.”

Carter was one of the sports beat writers for the newspaper. He covered the 49ers. Or was it the Giants? She could never remember. He was a former college quarterback, so it must be the 49ers.

“I’m crushed.” Mouth quirking, he leaned forward, resting his forearms on the table. He had his shirtsleeves rolled up, showing off some very nice—if distracting muscles. “But back to your column. I think you were way off the mark with the advice you gave Curious About Spanking.”


3.
He regarded her thoughtfully. “Tell me, Skye, have you ever even been spanked?”

Her color deepened. “That’s none of your damn business.”

His mouth twitched. “I’ll take that as a no. Or maybe you have been spanked, and you didn’t like it.” He considered that for a moment, then shook his head. “Nope, you’ve never been spanked. I can tell.”

She narrowed her eyes at him. How could he possibly tell something like that? What, did she have a scarlet “P” on her chest for prude? She was very kinky. She just didn’t want to be spanked.
4.
“If you’ve never gotten spanked, do you really think you’re qualified to give advice on the subject?”

Why was she still sitting here talking to him? “You didn’t play every position in football, but you still give your opinion on it, don’t you?”

“Not the same thing.”

God, he was annoying. “I don’t have to experience something to give advice about it. That’s what intelligence can do for you. And if I don’t have knowledge about something, I consult with someone who does.”

Carter nodded. “That makes a lot of sense. So, whom did you consult about spanking?”

Oh, damn. She’d walked right into that one, hadn’t she? So what if she hadn’t consulted with anyone about spanking? She didn’t answer to him.
5.
She frowned. “Spankings? As in more than one?"

The corners of his mouth edged up. “You have complete say in who wins and loses this wager, which means we need a little something to balance the scales. Instead of one spanking, I’m going to give you three of them, at a time and place of my choosing. That will give you plenty of opportunity to reflect on them, and give me an honest opinion.”

Skye’s mouth tightened. Dammit. She was trapped and he knew it. If she didn’t agree to go through with it, Carter would think it was because she was the one who was too chicken.

“How do you know that I won’t just say I hated them, no matter what?"

“You could do that, but I’m depending on your journalistic integrity to keep you honest. I’m willing to take the chance. Are you?”
6.
She glanced at him as she dug her keys out of her purse. “Would you like to come in?”

Carter flashed her a grin. “Unless you want me to give you that spanking out here in the hallway.”

Spanking? Crap, she’d almost forgotten about that. Her nerves kicked in to high gear again, and her hands trembled a little as she unlocked the door.
7.
Carter went back and forth, alternating from one cheek to the other until she was squirming around wildly on his lap. Her thin skirt offered little protection from the barrage of sharp smacks. Underneath it, her bottom as if it was on fire. What woman would enjoy this? It stung like hell!
8.
He was one of the few guys she could see herself falling for and he was into the one kink she hated. And yet, she was still attracted to him despite that. It completely defied logic.
9.
Oh, crap. She’d met her readers before at various promotional functions the newspaper held, but they usually didn’t come up to her in Starbucks. After the harsh advice she’d given Curious About Spanking, she wasn’t sure she was thrilled the woman had.
10.
“Guess what I heard from Barb in payroll.”

Kevin sat back and stretched out his legs, clearly waiting for an answer. Carter’d bite.

“That we’re all getting raises?”

“Unfortunately, no.” Kevin grinned. “She told me she saw you and Her Royal Iceness at Antonio’s on Friday.”

Carter ground his jaw at the juvenile nickname Kevin had given Skye. Then again, what did he expect? Kevin might be his friend, but sometimes he had the maturity of a rutabaga.
11.
“I’ve been wanting to kiss you all night,” he said huskily.

Even if she could have thought of something suitably quippy to say, she couldn’t have gotten the words out because he bent his head and covered her mouth with his.

The kiss was surprisingly gentle, his mouth moving over hers almost experimentally, as if he wasn’t quite sure whether he’d get slapped for his efforts. Shoving Carter away was the furthest thing from Skye’s mind, though. She slid her hands up the front of his shirt to grab his shoulders, pulling him closer.

Carter deepened the kiss, his tongue invading her mouth to take possession of hers even as his hand found its way into her hair. Skye let out a moan as the other slid down her back to cup her ass and mold her to hard-on straining against the front of his jeans. Any doubt she had that they might be sexually compatible disappeared right then and there. Something told her they were going to be amazing in bed.
12.
“I bet you’re getting excited just thinking about me spanking you, aren’t you?” he whispered in her ear.

Her pussy spasmed. Skye opened her mouth to answer, but Carter didn’t give her a chance. Putting his hands on her waist, he spun her around so she was facing the mirrored wall of the elevator. Their eyes met in the glass, and she caught her breath at the desire she saw in his.

Gaze still locked with hers, Carter bent her over at the waist and flipped up her skirt. Placing one hand on the small of her back, he traced light circles on her panty-covered ass with the other.
13.
Skye was so spent, she would have stayed the rest of the day in that position if Carter hadn’t taken her hand and gently turned her around in his arms. For a moment, they just stood like that, neither of them saying anything. Sometimes, no words were needed, were they? Something special had happened here in this elevator, and they both knew it.

Carter gazed down at her for one more long moment, then cupped her face and kissed her tenderly on the mouth. When he lifted his head again, she was breathless.

“Now, you can’t tell me you don’t enjoy spanking after that.”

Buy it at Blushing Books!
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http://www.amazon.com/The-Wager-ebook/dp/B00BG1ZAIO/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1360942260&sr=1-1&keywords=Paige+Tyler+The+Wager

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Wednesday, February 20, 2013

SOLD TO NY!

Squee!

My agent, the awesome Bob Mecoy, whom I signed with back in the spring, got me a deal with Sourcebooks for my military/paranormal shifter romance series SPECIAL OPS!  He actually got me the deal before Thanksgiving, but I had to wait to share until he negotiated everything. With the holidays, that took until this week. I've been going about crazy keeping this secret, but now I can finally share!

The first book in the series is called HER PERFECT MATE and it'll be released Spring 2014!  Yay! I'm so excited about these characters and their stories!

So doing the Snoopy Dance!

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Tuesday, February 19, 2013

Tasty Tuesday Hunk!

Never get tired of looking at great abs!  How about you?!


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The Winner of the Swept Away Blog Hop!


The winner of the Swept Away Blog Hop is JoAnna!

Congratulations!  And thank you to everyone who entered, and for the compliments!  If you pick up THE WAGER, let me know how you like it!

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The Winner of the Celebrating St. Valentine Blog Hop!


The winner of the Celebrating St. Valentine Blog Hop is Meghan!

Congratulations!  And thank you to everyone who entered, and for the compliments!  If you pick up HOT OFF THE RED CARPET, let me know how you like it!

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The Winner of the Love is in the Air Blog Hop!

The winner of the Love is in the Air Blog Hop is Latisha Jean!

Congratulations!  And thank you to everyone who entered, and for the compliments!  If you pick up NOT REALLY THE OUTDOOR TYPE, let me know how you like it!

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Thursday, February 14, 2013

Thursday Thirteen - Valentine's Cupcakes!

Thirteen Valentine's Cupcakes!














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Swept Away Valentine's Blog Hop!

Welcome to the Swept Away Valentine's Blog Hop, Feb 14 - 17!


I'm so excited to be part of the Swept Away Blog Hop!



I'll be giving away a download of THE WAGER for the hop! The giveaway is open to anyone and everyone (US, Canada and International) with an email address! To enter, leave a comment along with your email address. I'll announce the winner on the 20th!

Happy Reading!




When San Francisco advice columnist Skye Covington gets a letter from a reader wanting to know if she should let her boyfriend spank her, she’s quick to let her know that no modern, independent woman should submit to a man in that way. Not unless she’s okay with her boyfriend expecting her to submit to him in other areas of her life as well. A woman can’t be submissive in the bedroom and in charge outside of it, or so Skye believes.

Sports columnist Carter Madison has always been attracted to Skye, but since it’s common knowledge that she doesn’t date jocks, he never bothered asking her out. Her latest column gives him an idea, though. Since she admits she’s never been spanked and obviously knows nothing about it, he challenges her to a friendly wager. She lets him spank her three times. If she likes it, she has to apologize to her readers in her column.

Never one to pass up a dare, Skye agrees. She has no doubt she’s going to win. Because there’s no way she could ever enjoy getting spanked, right?



Excerpt:

Carter regarded her thoughtfully. “Tell me, Skye, have you ever even been spanked?”

Her color deepened. “That’s none of your damn business.”

His mouth twitched. “I’ll take that as a no. Or maybe you have been spanked, and you didn’t like it.” He considered that for a moment, then shook his head. “Nope, you’ve never been spanked. I can tell.”

She narrowed her eyes at him. How could he possibly tell something like that? What, did she have a scarlet “P” on her chest for prude? She was very kinky. She just didn’t want to be spanked.

“Don’t you have a column to write?” she said irritably. “I’m sure there’s something going on in the world of football that’s newsworthy.”

“There isn’t. I checked before I came down to get coffee.” He flashed her a grin. “If you’ve never gotten spanked, do you really think you’re qualified to give advice on the subject?”

Why was she still sitting here talking to him? “You didn’t play every position in football, but you still give your opinion on it, don’t you?”

“Not the same thing.”

God, he was annoying. “I don’t have to experience something to give advice about it. That’s what intelligence can do for you. And if I don’t have knowledge about something, I consult with someone who does.”

Carter nodded. “That makes a lot of sense. So, whom did you consult about spanking?”

Oh, damn. She’d walked right into that one, hadn’t she? So what if she hadn’t consulted with anyone about spanking? She didn’t answer to him. She certainly didn’t get a say about what he wrote in his daily column.

She grabbed her purse. “I have to get back to work.”

Carter reached out and put a hand on her arm. “Hold on a second. I think we’re making a breakthrough here that could be vital to your future as an advice columnist. You didn’t consult with anyone, did you? Which means you could have given that poor woman the wrong advice.”

She glared across the table at him. “I didn’t give her the wrong advice.”

“You hope you didn’t give her the wrong advice, but it’s possible that you did.” His golden-brown eyes glinted. “How about I give you a spanking so you’ll know a little more about the subject?”

Skye couldn’t keep her jaw from dropping. “You’ve got to be kidding. There’s no way in hell I would ever let you spank me.”

He lifted a brow. “Not even to help your readers?”

She rolled her eyes. “Oh, please. This isn’t about my readers. This is about you.”

“Me?”

“Yes. Trying to prove your right.”

“Maybe.” Carter grinned and Skye couldn’t help but notice that his smile seemed to light up a good portion of the room. “Let’s make things more interesting then. You agree to let me spank you. If I’m right and you enjoy it, you apologize to Curious in your column and tell her that you were wrong.”

Skye almost laughed at how absurd that was. “I’m not going to enjoy it.”

“Well, then you’re halfway to winning the bet already.”

“Bet?”

“Or wager, if you prefer to call it that.”

She didn’t care what he called it. It was still stupid. But she’d play his game. “So, what do I get if I win?”

He shrugged. “If you don’t enjoy it, you don’t have to apologize to Curious About Spanking in your column.”

“That’s not winning anything. In order to have a wager, both people have to risk losing something.”

“What are you suggesting?”

Skye had expected him to back down the moment she implied he’d have to ante up. The fact that he was still grinning worried her. She knew she should pick up her purse and latte and leave, but she couldn’t. She hated to admit it, but she was the kind of girl who always got pulled into the truth and dare games in college. Her pride never let her back down from a challenge. And this was definitely a challenge.
She simply had to make the risk too high for him to agree. That way, if he brought it up again, she could remind him that he was the one who’d chickened out.

“If you win the bet, I have to humiliate myself in public,” she said. “If I win, you should have to do the same.”

That sensuous mouth of his twitched. “I hardly think that apologizing to one of you readers qualifies as humiliating.”

“It’s not just the apology,” she protested. “I’ll be admitting I was wrong in front of the entire city. To me, that counts as pretty major humiliation.”

His eyes narrowed. “I think I may have misjudged you. But okay. You obviously already have something in mind, so what is it?”

“You’re going to that sports awards dinner in a couple weeks, right? The one where you’re getting recognized for best reporter of the year or something?” She’d heard it from Pam in copyediting, who’d heard if from Bob in finance, who’d heard it from Allie in arts and leisure. “If I win, you accept your award dressed up as a clown. Big baggy pants, floppy shoes, funny nose, the whole works.”

Carter stared at her as if she’d just told him she wanted him to dress up as the Sugar Plum Fairy and dance the Nutcracker. “You’re joking, right?”

Skye smiled. She knew Carter would never agree to the bet now. He was too worried about looking cool to risk losing. He’d never dress up like a clown and humiliate himself in front of his colleagues. Especially when she was essentially the one deciding who won or lost the bet.

“I knew you’d be too chicken.”

She made little, clucking sounds to make her point.

The muscle in his jaw flexed. “You’re on. If you can honestly tell me that you don’t enjoy the spankings, I’ll accept my award dressed up like a clown.”

She frowned. “Spankings? As in more than one?”

The corners of his mouth edged up. “You have complete say in who wins and loses this wager, which means we need a little something to balance the scales. Instead of one spanking, I’m going to give you three of them, at a time and place of my choosing. That will give you plenty of opportunity to reflect on them, and give me an honest opinion.”

Skye’s mouth tightened. Dammit. She was trapped and he knew it. If she didn’t agree to go through with it, Carter would think it was because she was the one who was too chicken.

“How do you know that I won’t just say I hated them, no matter what?”

“You could do that, but I’m depending on your journalistic integrity to keep you honest. I’m willing to take the chance. Are you?”

Even though she knew she shouldn’t do it, Skye found herself nodding. “It’s a deal.”

Carter reached out to shake her hand. His was big and strong, and just the slightest bit rough. “I’ll pick you up Friday around seven.”

Her brow furrowed. “Pick me up for what?”

“To take you out to dinner, of course.”

She blinked. “You’re taking me out to dinner? We didn’t say anything about a date.”

He snorted. “What did you think I was going to do, come by your cubicle on my lunch break and give you a spanking? Besides, it’s not a date. It’s just two coworkers having dinner together.”

One of whom was going to spank the other at the end of the night. “Right.”

“You have to be in the right mood to enjoy your spanking, and in the interest of winning the bet, I’d be stupid not to help you get into the right mood.”

Skye gritted her teeth. Carter may not want to call it a date, but it sure seemed like one to her. Well, she was stuck now.

“Fine. I’ll text you my address,” she snapped, picking up her phone and getting to her feet. “By the way, I don’t like seafood.”

“You live in San Francisco, and you don’t like seafood?” When she only glowered at him, he held up his hands in surrender. “Okay, no seafood.”

What the hell had her pride gotten her into? “You’d better reserve that clown costume, because you’re going to need it.”

Giving him one more glare, she grabbed her purse and half-finished latte, then turned on her heel and stomped out of the coffee shop.



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Wednesday, February 13, 2013

New Release! THE WAGER!

So excited to announce I've got a new release out with Blushing Books called THE WAGER!  It actually came out years ago under a different name - The Advice Columnist - and has been out of print for a while, so I've reworked it. This version is totally different - and I think better - than the original. I'm excited about it! Hope you will be, too!


Happy Reading!


Will this be one bet she regrets making?

When San Francisco advice columnist Skye Covington gets a letter from a reader wanting to know if she should let her boyfriend spank her, she’s quick to let her know that no modern, independent woman should submit to a man in that way. Not unless she’s okay with her boyfriend expecting her to submit to him in other areas of her life as well. A woman can’t be submissive in the bedroom and in charge outside of it, or so Skye believes.

Sports columnist Carter Madison has always been attracted to Skye, but since it’s common knowledge that she doesn’t date jocks, he never bothered asking her out. Her latest column gives him an idea, though. Since she admits she’s never been spanked and obviously knows nothing about it, he challenges her to a friendly wager. She lets him spank her three times. If she likes it, she has to apologize to her readers in her column.

Never one to pass up a dare, Skye agrees. She has no doubt she’s going to win. Because there’s no way she could ever enjoy getting spanked, right?


Excerpt:

Carter regarded her thoughtfully. “Tell me, Skye, have you ever even been spanked?”

Her color deepened. “That’s none of your damn business.”

His mouth twitched. “I’ll take that as a no. Or maybe you have been spanked, and you didn’t like it.” He considered that for a moment, then shook his head. “Nope, you’ve never been spanked. I can tell.”

She narrowed her eyes at him. How could he possibly tell something like that? What, did she have a scarlet “P” on her chest for prude? She was very kinky. She just didn’t want to be spanked.

“Don’t you have a column to write?” she said irritably. “I’m sure there’s something going on in the world of football that’s newsworthy.”

“There isn’t. I checked before I came down to get coffee.” He flashed her a grin. “If you’ve never gotten spanked, do you really think you’re qualified to give advice on the subject?”

Why was she still sitting here talking to him? “You didn’t play every position in football, but you still give your opinion on it, don’t you?”

“Not the same thing.”

God, he was annoying. “I don’t have to experience something to give advice about it. That’s what intelligence can do for you. And if I don’t have knowledge about something, I consult with someone who does.”

Carter nodded. “That makes a lot of sense. So, whom did you consult about spanking?”

Oh, damn. She’d walked right into that one, hadn’t she? So what if she hadn’t consulted with anyone about spanking? She didn’t answer to him. She certainly didn’t get a say about what he wrote in his daily column.

She grabbed her purse. “I have to get back to work.”

Carter reached out and put a hand on her arm. “Hold on a second. I think we’re making a breakthrough here that could be vital to your future as an advice columnist. You didn’t consult with anyone, did you? Which means you could have given that poor woman the wrong advice.”

She glared across the table at him. “I didn’t give her the wrong advice.”

“You hope you didn’t give her the wrong advice, but it’s possible that you did.” His golden-brown eyes glinted. “How about I give you a spanking so you’ll know a little more about the subject?”

Skye couldn’t keep her jaw from dropping. “You’ve got to be kidding. There’s no way in hell I would ever let you spank me.”

He lifted a brow. “Not even to help your readers?”

She rolled her eyes. “Oh, please. This isn’t about my readers. This is about you.”

“Me?”

“Yes. Trying to prove your right.”

“Maybe.” Carter grinned and Skye couldn’t help but notice that his smile seemed to light up a good portion of the room. “Let’s make things more interesting then. You agree to let me spank you. If I’m right and you enjoy it, you apologize to Curious in your column and tell her that you were wrong.”

Skye almost laughed at how absurd that was. “I’m not going to enjoy it.”

“Well, then you’re halfway to winning the bet already.”

“Bet?”

“Or wager, if you prefer to call it that.”

She didn’t care what he called it. It was still stupid. But she’d play his game. “So, what do I get if I win?”

He shrugged. “If you don’t enjoy it, you don’t have to apologize to Curious About Spanking in your column.”

“That’s not winning anything. In order to have a wager, both people have to risk losing something.”

“What are you suggesting?”

Skye had expected him to back down the moment she implied he’d have to ante up. The fact that he was still grinning worried her. She knew she should pick up her purse and latte and leave, but she couldn’t. She hated to admit it, but she was the kind of girl who always got pulled into the truth and dare games in college. Her pride never let her back down from a challenge. And this was definitely a challenge.
She simply had to make the risk too high for him to agree. That way, if he brought it up again, she could remind him that he was the one who’d chickened out.

“If you win the bet, I have to humiliate myself in public,” she said. “If I win, you should have to do the same.”

That sensuous mouth of his twitched. “I hardly think that apologizing to one of you readers qualifies as humiliating.”

“It’s not just the apology,” she protested. “I’ll be admitting I was wrong in front of the entire city. To me, that counts as pretty major humiliation.”

His eyes narrowed. “I think I may have misjudged you. But okay. You obviously already have something in mind, so what is it?”

“You’re going to that sports awards dinner in a couple weeks, right? The one where you’re getting recognized for best reporter of the year or something?” She’d heard it from Pam in copyediting, who’d heard if from Bob in finance, who’d heard it from Allie in arts and leisure. “If I win, you accept your award dressed up as a clown. Big baggy pants, floppy shoes, funny nose, the whole works.”

Carter stared at her as if she’d just told him she wanted him to dress up as the Sugar Plum Fairy and dance the Nutcracker. “You’re joking, right?”

Skye smiled. She knew Carter would never agree to the bet now. He was too worried about looking cool to risk losing. He’d never dress up like a clown and humiliate himself in front of his colleagues. Especially when she was essentially the one deciding who won or lost the bet.

“I knew you’d be too chicken.”

She made little, clucking sounds to make her point.

The muscle in his jaw flexed. “You’re on. If you can honestly tell me that you don’t enjoy the spankings, I’ll accept my award dressed up like a clown.”

She frowned. “Spankings? As in more than one?”

The corners of his mouth edged up. “You have complete say in who wins and loses this wager, which means we need a little something to balance the scales. Instead of one spanking, I’m going to give you  three of them, at a time and place of my choosing. That will give you plenty of opportunity to reflect on them, and give me an honest opinion.”

Skye’s mouth tightened. Dammit. She was trapped and he knew it. If she didn’t agree to go through with it, Carter would think it was because she was the one who was too chicken.

“How do you know that I won’t just say I hated them, no matter what?”

“You could do that, but I’m depending on your journalistic integrity to keep you honest. I’m willing to take the chance. Are you?”

Even though she knew she shouldn’t do it, Skye found herself nodding. “It’s a deal.”

Carter reached out to shake her hand. His was big and strong, and just the slightest bit rough. “I’ll pick you up Friday around seven.”

Her brow furrowed. “Pick me up for what?”

“To take you out to dinner, of course.”

She blinked. “You’re taking me out to dinner? We didn’t say anything about a date.”

He snorted. “What did you think I was going to do, come by your cubicle on my lunch break and give you a spanking? Besides, it’s not a date. It’s just two coworkers having dinner together.”

One of whom was going to spank the other at the end of the night. “Right.”

“You have to be in the right mood to enjoy your spanking, and in the interest of winning the bet, I’d be stupid not to help you get into the right mood.”

Skye gritted her teeth. Carter may not want to call it a date, but it sure seemed like one to her. Well, she was stuck now.

“Fine. I’ll text you my address,” she snapped, picking up her phone and getting to her feet. “By the way, I don’t like seafood.”

“You live in San Francisco, and you don’t like seafood?” When she only glowered at him, he held up his hands in surrender. “Okay, no seafood.”

What the hell had her pride gotten her into? “You’d better reserve that clown costume, because you’re going to need it.”

Giving him one more glare, she grabbed her purse and half-finished latte, then turned on her heel and stomped out of the coffee shop.



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Tuesday, February 12, 2013

Monday, February 11, 2013

Celebrating St. Valentine Blog Hop!

Welcome to the Celebrating St. Valentine Blog Hop, Feb 11 - 18!


I'm so excited to be part of the Celebrating St. Valentine Blog Hop!  I have a new release with Blushing Books called HOT OFF THE RED CARPET!  I've written a lot of books with spanking in them lately, but I haven't written a spanking romance, so I started playing around with ideas and came up with a story about a girl who jumps at the chance to become her favorite movie star's personal assistant.  She's been crushing on him forever and can barely contain her inner fan girl. That makes it difficult to do her job and when she messes up one too many times, the hunky actor doesn't hesitate to put her over his knee!

I'll be giving away a download of HOT OFF THE RED CARPET for the hop! The giveaway is open to anyone and everyone (US, Canada and International) with an email address! To enter, leave a comment along with your email address. I'll announce the winner on the 20th!

Happy Reading!



Addison Mattingly has spent her life living in her twin sister’s shadow, so when her sister blows off a chance to be actor Trevor Braden’s personal assistant, Addison decides it’s time to step into the spotlight.

Pretending to be her twin, Addison goes to LA to take the job. Trevor is even hunkier and more gorgeous in person than he is on film, and it’s all Addison can do not to give into her inner fan girl.

That fascination makes a difficult job even harder, and soon she’s making one mistake after another. That’s when Addison learns Trevor has a unique way of getting her to focus on her job—he puts her over his knee and spanks her.


Excerpt:


Once she and Trevor were seated in the back of the limo, Addison gave him a sheepish look. “I’m sorry about the mix-up with the limo.”

“Don’t worry about it,” Trevor said.

Though his handsome face gave nothing away, there was no mistaking the brusqueness in his deep voice, and Addison flushed. He wouldn’t fire her over this, would he? It was her first day, after all. Shoulders slumping, she turned to stare out the window.

Neither of them spoke the rest of the way back to Beverly Hills. When they got to his house, Addison was surprised to find the producer and director already waiting for them. She glanced at her watch and was shocked to see that her mistake back at the television studio had completely thrown them off schedule.

“They’ve been waiting for almost an hour,” Maribel whispered, throwing a nervous glance over her shoulder at the two men in the living room. “I was afraid they were going to leave, so I’ve been trying to appease them with hors d’oeuvres.”

Trevor scowled. “I’ll take care of it. Thank you, Maribel.”

Addison gave the cook a grateful smile before hurrying after Trevor. God, she hoped this didn’t cost him the part.

But Trevor was extremely good at smoothing any feathers that had been ruffled, and after a few minutes, both men were more interested in discussing their movie than they were in the fact that Trevor had been late.

As Addison listened to them talk, her gaze strayed to the array of hors d’oeuvres on the table. She hadn’t eaten since lunch and the sight of all that shrimp, lobster and caviar was making her mouth water. She was just wondering if it was acceptable for personal assistants to eat during a meeting with their boss’s potential employers when it suddenly occurred to her that all of the hors d’oeuvres had been made with seafood. Oh crap. She was supposed to tell Maribel that the director had an aversion to anything with seafood in it.

Hoping Maribel hadn’t already left for the night, Addison murmured something about checking her messages, then hurried into the kitchen. Fortunately, the cook was still there. She quickly explained the situation to the other woman.

“Do you have anything else we could serve?” Addison asked.

Maribel shook her head. “I make all my hors d’oeuvres by hand.”

Great. Addison chewed on her lower lip, trying to come up with an idea. “What about cheese and crackers. I know it’s not as fancy, but at least it’s not seafood.”

Maribel was silent as she considered the suggestion, but then she nodded. “I do have some cheese.” She opened the refrigerator. “There are crackers in the pantry. Top shelf on your right.”

The pantry was more like a small food store, so Addison had her pick of crackers. They were all fancier than anything she’d ever bought for herself, so she chose two boxes at random, then set the crackers out on a plate while Maribel sliced an equally fancy assortment of cheeses.

Ten minutes later, Addison was back in the living room with a huge plate of cheese and crackers in her hands. Trevor was going over some lines for the part he’d be playing, and it was all she could do not to stop in her tracks and listen to his sexy voice.

Careful not to interrupt, she set the plate of cheese and crackers down on the coffee table, then sat down in the overstuffed chair. She’d never really given much thought to how an actor went about getting a part in a movie, but the whole thing was extremely fascinating. Not nearly as fascinating as Trevor, though. Hearing him read for the part of a no-nonsense cop was almost enough to make her swoon.

Somehow, she managed to control herself, but only because Trevor had finished going over the script and was now discussing set locations. Noticing the director could use a refill on his coffee, Addison picked up the carafe and at his nod, began to pour some into the cup he was holding. As she did, she made the mistake of glancing over at Trevor. The moment her eyes met his, she completely forgot what she was supposed to be doing. The next thing she knew, the director was howled of pain.

Addison jerked out of her trance to find that she’d spilled hot coffee all over the director’s pants.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” the man demanded, jumping to his feet.

Heat suffused her face. “Oh God, I’m so sorry!” She set the carafe down on the table and grabbed a handful of cocktail napkins. “Here, let me—”

The director grabbed the napkins out of her hand. “I think you’ve done enough,” he snarled, giving her a hard look as he wiped his sodden pants.

Addison felt her color deepen. “I…” she began, but he had already turned his attention on Trevor.

“We’ll be in touch,” he said stiffly.

Throwing the napkins down on the coffee table, the director pushed past Addison and stormed out of the room. The producer murmured something to Trevor she didn’t catch before he left, too. A moment later, she heard the front door slam.  

Addison gave Trevor a sheepish look. “I’m sorry. I wasn’t paying attention, I guess, and…” The words trailed off at the dark look on his face. “I-I’ll go and apologize.”

She turned and started for the door, but Trevor caught her arm.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea. Like Clive said, you’ve done enough damage already. I’ll go.”

Addison’s bottom lip trembled as she watched Trevor walk out of the living room. If her carelessness had cost him this movie, she was done for, she was sure of it.

Blinking back tears, Addison picked up two of the plates of uneaten hors d’oeuvres and carried them into the kitchen. Maribel frowned at the cheese and crackers.

“They didn’t like that, either?” she asked.

Apparently, Maribel mustn’t have heard the shouting. Addison set the plates down on the granite countertop. “They…um…had to leave.”

The other woman’s frowned deepened at that, but Addison didn’t offer any more details. It was bad enough she’d embarrassed herself in front of Trevor and his guests. Going back out into the living room, she collected the rest of the plates and carried them into the kitchen. Maribel was covering the cheese and crackers with plastic wrap, and Addison grabbed one of the crab puffs before the women could do the same to the other hors d’oeuvres.

She was just working on her second one when Trevor walked in. From the look on his face, Addison couldn’t tell if his talk with the director had gone well or not, and she braced herself.

“When you’re finished here, I’d like to speak to you, Addison. I’ll wait for you in your office.”

Addison swallowed hard, the piece of crab puff almost getting caught in her throat. Well, at least he hadn’t fired her in front of Maribel. Avoiding the other woman’s curious gaze, she slid off the stool she’d been sitting on and left the kitchen.

She made her way down the hallway on leaden feet. She’d never gotten fired from any job she’d ever had, and the prospect of being given her walking papers after half a day as Trevor Braden’s personal assistant made tears sting her eyes. If her sister found out, she’d never live it down.

Addison stood outside the door to her office for a moment to collect herself. Finally taking a deep breath, she walked in.

Trevor was leaning back against the desk, his arms folded across his broad chest, and Addison’s pulse quickened. Even on the verge of being fired, all she could think about was how incredibly sexy he was.

“You wanted to see me?” she asked in a small voice.

He pushed away from the desk. “Close the door, if you would.”

Addison did as he asked, and then turned to face him. She waited for him to say something, but he only stood regarding her with those soulful dark eyes, his arms still crossed over his chest.

She looked up at him from beneath lowered lashes. “Y-you’re going to fire me, aren’t you?”

“No.”

She blinked, not sure that she’d heard right. “You’re not?”

“No,” he said again. “But I am going to make sure that we don’t have a repeat performance of what happened tonight.”

Addison frowned, not sure where he was going with that. “I don’t understand.”

“Which is why I intend to make myself perfectly clear.”

Taking her arm, Trevor marched her over to the leather couch that was set along one wall. What was he going to do, sit her down and lecture her? She was just about to say that wouldn’t be necessary when he sat down and pulled her unceremoniously over his knee.

Addison was so startled that for a moment all she could do was lay there draped over his muscular legs and stare down at the plush, beige carpet. What the heck was he doing? She craned her neck to look over her shoulder at him and was shocked to feel a sharp smack on her upturned bottom.

“Mr. Braden, what—?” She gasped as his hand came down again, this time on her other cheek. Oh my God, he was spanking her!


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Thursday, February 7, 2013

Thursday Thirteen - Favorite Workout DVDs!

Thirteen of My Favorite Workout DVDs!


Brazilian Butt Lift Bum Bum

Brazilian Butt Lie Cardio Axe

Brazilian Butt Lift Sculpt

Brazilian Butt Life High & Tight

P90X Abs/Core Plus

P90S Ab Ripper X

P90X Core Synergistics

P90X Kenpo

P90X Plyometrics
P90X Shoulders & Arms

P90X Yoga

P90X2 Ab Ripper X
P90X2 Yoga

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