I know it seemed to take forever, but I finally finished the third book in the Orphan Series. The books are also stand alone books. I have gotten a lot of feedback on the books and know that many have been waiting for the third one to be released, so I am happy to present Entertaining the Earl. Here is the description:
Annabelle learned early in life that if you get too close to someone you will end up being hurt in the end. She has guarded her heart after her parent’s death and the subsequent loss of her two best friends. When Annabelle ends up the ward of the Marquis of Havenshire, she learns that even adults can get punished when they behave badly. Annabelle tries to avoid trouble but finds herself constantly dealing with the infuriating Earl of Worthington. The Earl has a way of frustrating her one moment and then making her knees weak the next. He doesn’t fit into her plan and she doesn’t like his presence one bit and refuses to give him her attentions. When her guardian insists on holding a masquerade ball to find her a suitable husband, Annabelle is none too pleased when the Earl makes her search all the more difficult. Will she be able to stay out of trouble and find a suitable husband or will the Earl foil her plans?
This story involves adult material and intended for adults only! This story contains material that may be offensive to some including the spanking of adult women and the use of corporal punishment. Do not read this book if these subjects are offensive to you.
March is by far my favorite month of the year, the spring season fighting to surface while winters till tries to hold on for just a few more weeks. Yesterday it was beautiful out, but right now I am sitting in my kitchen, looking out the window at dark angry clouds as I wait for the big snow storm to hit. I love the snow and I love the beautifully warm spring days. Unfortunately, the fluctuating temperatures cause confusion in my brain and I tend to get the flu around this time. I hoped to escape it this year, but the weather at 70 degrees one day and snowing the next was just too much and I got sick.
Whenever I am sick, I want to just curl up in bed and hide from the world. Of course, this is not possible as there are too many responsibilities in life. So, I had to still get out of bed, despite the killer headache and the aching muscles. I powdered my nose and put a smile on my face even though my entire body was screaming for rest. As expected, all this did was make things worse and my entire life was thrown off balance for a good two weeks by the common flu.
Warning: I am going to whine…just for a moment. I have this really great guy (who we will call Cowboy Jake since he reminds me so much of Jake from Finding Chloe) and I also had my spring break from school only days away when I was leveled by the first wave of sickness. Being an optimistic person, I hoped it was only allergies so I popped a couple OTC allergy pills and kept on going, but that didn’t last long and before you know it, I was hunkering down at home. I didn’t want Cowboy Jake to worry overly much, but as the days added up he muscled his way into my room and insisted I go to the hospital. I was too weak to fight him, so I ended up in the hospital pretty well dehydrated. I cannot express the miracles of IV fluids enough, just walking out of there after a few hours I felt 1000 times better.
So yeah, my spring break was pretty much wasted in bed and just keeping up with school since then has been difficult. I won’t even go into how difficult it is to drag myself to work each day haha. I am definitely on the upswing of this sickness, but if anyone else out there hasn’t had the flu shot, I suggest you get it. This flu is definitely the worst I have ever had. I am getting the flu shot next season for sure, but I always say that 🙂
I just wanted to post an update and say a big thank you to everyone who has e-mailed in the past few weeks with kind words and questions. I am working on a couple different projects and am excited to finish them in the next weeks. This month has been madness, but I am glad the warmer months are fast approaching. Here’s to hoping that March leaves like a lamb…
I decided to venture into the historical romance realm again with a new series about mail order brides, but adding in the twist of domestic discipline. So far, I have only one book finished, but I hope to do a few more in the coming months. These books are not my typical style as they are set in the late 1800’s to early 1900’s when settlers were just beginning to stake their claims in western America. Women were scarce and mail order brides was a common practice for lonely men. The first book is titled: Mail Order Brides: A Well Punished Wife and is set in a fictional town in Montana. The description and link are below.
Historical Domestic Discipline Romance
Logan Millard had two children and no wife. He already had his fair share of deceptive women when his wife had run off with a traveling salesman and he wanted nothing to do with women again until he realized he was not capable of handling his ranch and his children properly. Although Logan was ruled by dark desires that no woman could understand, let alone satisfy, he was desperate for a woman to mother his children and fulfill all the domestic duties around the house. Logan was certain a mail-order bride was the perfect choice. He could easily keep his hands off a spinster woman who was just desperate for a husband.
When Carolyn stepped off the train in Crandon, Montana, Logan found himself in a world of trouble. Not only was his mail-order bride young and beautiful, but she was igniting the dark desires that he had tried desperately to keep hidden. Carolyn finds her work on Logan’s ranch much harder than she anticipated and ends up bent over and being punished frequently by the man she married. When Logan starts to realize that Carolyn is not the woman she portrayed in her letters, Carolyn fears her new husband will figure out the truth. Can Carolyn keep her past hidden from Logan? Will Logan be able to trust his wife, knowing she is lying to him?
This book is intended for adults only. All acts and characters depicted in this story are fiction and any resemblance to real life is purely coincidental. This book contains material that may be offensive to some readers. Do not purchase or read this book if you are not comfortable with these subjects: Sexual content, mail order bride and spanking of an adult woman
I don’t believe in New Years resolutions. I know it goes against the grain of society considering everyone I know has already asked me what my New Years resolution is for this year and my answer is always the same, I don’t have one. In the past, I have always thought of something to say, a resolution that would be logical and something I was trying to work on anyway, but I decided that New Years resolutions are just another way to disappoint myself. You have to understand that there are no vices that I am particularly bound to. I don’t smoke, I don’t drink, I don’t do drugs. I am a fairly straight and narrow goody-two-shoes, but I still enjoy attending the festivities of the New Year celebration.
I love this time of year because there is so much hope in the fresh start that the new year provides. When the clock flipped over to 2013, last year, I promised myself that I would not make any resolutions (which I inevitably break anyway) and I would not have any high aspirations or goals for the year. I would roll with the punches and take things as they came. Ironically, 2013 went down in my books as one of my better years in nearly every aspect of my life. Did I still have speed bumps and detours to navigate? Of course, but the road between them was far smoother than normal.
Because of the success of 2013, I am a bit apprehensive to set any goals or resolutions for 2014. I fear that tempting fate will lead to disaster, so I rang in the New Year with great friends and have set no resolution for me to attain. I do not believe it is being pessimistic, probably more realistic than anything else. I believe this formula is working well because it is Day 2 of the year 2014 and I have accomplished a great deal.
I am curious what others have chosen for their New Years resolutions. I have heard a great deal about quitting this or that, but are there any resolutions that are outside of the box? No matter what, I hope that everyone had a safe New Year and I wish only the best for everyone in 2014.
I am naturally attracted to alpha males. It’s true, and even if I try to step outside the norm and stay away from the alpha personalities, I always find myself circling back around to the type of men who eventually end up breaking my heart. When I first started dating, I believed that alpha was synonymous with chivalrous. This error in judgment led to many heartbreaks and a great deal of bad relationships. Is it even possible for an alpha male to be chivalrous and caring or does that just go against what makes the man alpha in the first place?
Not many people know that I have experienced both sides of domestic discipline, the good and the bad. There is the wonderful, caring, guiding discipline that is administered by a person who truly cares for your well-being. They can give direction that is empowering rather than making you feel like less of a person. On the other side, I have experienced domestic discipline that can very clearly be defined as domestic violence. This type of relationship could be borderline abuse or even (many times) straight out abuse, administered by a man who was far too interested in causing pain than in offering loving guidance.
I will forever carry scars, physically and emotionally, from these relationships. These scars can clearly be seen in my books where the story might turn a bit violent or the man becomes more cruel than loving. I don’t know why this happens, and maybe writing it out is a form of self-therapy for me. Actually, I know writing it out has become a form of therapy for me. Detailing some experiences that I may have experienced, or how I have perceived these experiences is somehow cathartic. It’s how I interpret my world, or how I reflect on my healing.
I know not everyone agrees with the level of discipline in my books, but having experienced harsh punishments in past relationships, I understand the characters in these books better than I understand myself sometimes. I know how and why the characters validate the male’s behavior or rationalize why they stay with him, I know this because I have done it myself, over and over again. The psychological impact of domestic discipline and domestic violence is often ignored in many of the books available.
My goal has never been to publish a bestselling book, actually I am far too shy to have that kind of notoriety. I would be more apt to disappear from the publishing world before embracing that kind of notoriety. The encouraging emails from readers who have related with my books or loved my writing style have been all the notoriety that I need. My characters are my first concern, and my loyal readers are next. My goals in sharing my books are to hopefully entertain others and to give myself a form of validation to all the wrong choices I have made in my life. Hopefully the experience will give me better direction in my life than what I have found so far.
I know I am a bit late on posting this, but Amazon has been finicky and temperamental, so I did not want to put out a misleading link.
I published the second part of the Victorian domestic discipline story. Mastered by the Marquis is about the Marquis of Havenshire and his experience with, Violet, the woman he chooses from Miss Doreen’s Home for Girls.
Historical Domestic Discipline Romance
Lord Warren James, Marquis of Havenshire is content with remaining single. Warren believes a woman belongs in the house caring for her husband and children and not involved in political or business matters. The new women’s movement sweeping through the nation has made his search for a wife impossible.
Warren watched his good friend Harrison Graham, Duke of Fallbrook, fall in love with an untitled woman who understands the proper role of husband and wife. Warren follows in Harrison’s footsteps by visiting Miss Doreen’s Home for Girls and bringing home Violet, a woman who turns out to be feistier than Warren anticipated.
The Marquis of Havenshire has no intention of allowing his wife to rule over him, so he takes her in hand and teaches her that even adult women can earn themselves a spanking.
For adults only!
Every year, the holiday season is one of my favorite times. The Christmas season seems to bring out the best in people, at least around here. People are nicer and smiles are brighter. Children seem to laugh more often, adults giddy with that small spark of belief still shining in their eyes. I must admit that when I was at the mall yesterday, I actually got excited seeing the staff setting up Santa’s Chair. Just one more week and Santa will be sitting at the mall and listening with a patient ear and a wide smile as one child after another puts all their faith and trust in the jolly man.
I must admit, even as an adult, I always get the urge to stand in that ridiculously long line so I can crawl up into Santa’s lap again. No matter what mall it is or where in the nation, Santa has always been one of the only constants in life. People move, people change, but Santa is always just Santa.
I have never seen Santa mad, angry, or sad. Santa is the epitome of happiness. Santa gives me such hope that despite all the changes in the world that are systematically destroying us, everything will be okay. Climbing up onto Santa’s lap, just for a moment, just for a smile or a promise of magical things to come will always be something I desire. Is it because I miss having such complete faith in a man that so unselfishly gives? Or is it the loss of my innocence that I am missing? I’m not sure, but I do know that Santa will always be real in my mind. Santa is far more than just a man, he is a promise of a better tomorrow, a lasting legacy that can make nearly anyone smile whether you are age two or eighty-two. Santa is hope and belief and magic. Sometimes in life we all need just a moment to believe in magic once again when the real world starts to get too serious and we need just a moment of escape. I hope that as this holiday season begins, all of you are able to grasp onto that holiday magic once more!