Mastered by the Marquis

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!

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Needing a little chat with Santa

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!