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 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!
What a whirlwind the past few weeks have been here at home. Many changes and lessons over the course of the past month and although I haven’t been busy per se, I have felt like life is rushing by.
I finally got a new computer!! This is the number one reason it has been so long since I have not only been online but also have not been able to write. My old computer had it’s issues and *ironically* right after my warranty expired the computer wouldn’t hold a charge, would frequently freeze, and began formatting my work into hieroglyphics and symbols even after paying to get it fixed just weeks ago! So I broke down and just bought a new one…Windows 8 is throwing me for a loop, but I am slowly getting used to it.
I can tend to be a bit of a procrastinator and it is something that I have asked my man to help me with in our life. Well the past weeks I have used the excuse of a temperamental computer to not only procrastinate on my school work, but also to completely fail to register for summer courses in time. Taking summer courses would have made my graduation date in December. This has been my plan all along, I am already behind on graduation because of procrastination in the beginning of graduate school. I had planned on graduating this year but the courses I need are already full for the summer term and now I will be graduating in the spring of 2014. Not that big of a deal in the grand scheme of things, but it is a setback all the same.
I also need to catch up on some school work, so it will be another late night for me. I heard once that we can never truly ‘catch up’ on our sleep. It makes me wonder if feeling tired will become so normal to me that I forget what it feels like to be completely awake and living life.
When I was a child I used to spend my spring and summer days running throughout the neighborhood, hardly setting foot at home as I was always off on one adventure or another with the other kids in the neighborhood. All I had to remember was to be home when the street lights came on at dusk….sometimes I wish for the simplicity of those days when I had little worry for hard deadlines or responsibilities. And I definitely wouldn’t have to worry about writing a research paper on inferential statistics!
I have been horrible at keeping up with this blog. I must say that I am not the most computer saavy girl out there, actually I am fairly horrible with the rapidly growing internet world. I don’t have instagram (although all my friends rave about it) I just don’t understand pictures as part of a social network…but maybe that is just the introvert in me rebelling against the lack of privacy that is so obvious to me when it comes to social media. But that is my own opinion and I could go off on that tangent and bore you all with my opinions and obvious lack of social media skills.
I have been neglectful and I apologize. I could rationalize it, justifying my behavior with valid excuses, like how my computer crashed and I lost two finished books that I was about to publish and a handful of half finished stories, but that doesn’t change the fact that I have gone too long without an update.
The month of Febuary was very difficult for me, emotionally. My man was very patient with me and I thank him for that because he didn’t have to be. There is really no reason for my moodiness, at least none that I can pinpoint. Well as with most people in life, there is just only so much a person will take before they have had enough and my man’s fuse was very long before he just blew. I was thoroughly reprimanded, and rightfully. Looking back over the month I can see how inconsiderate, disprespectful, and completely childish I was behaving.
I lost all of my files on my computer and for a few days I wasn’t even quite sure if I would be able to continue using the computer. As a grad student, I live on a very tight budget and a new computer was not possible. So, as the stress compounded I literally sat on the floor and cried, and it wasn’t a cute sweet little show of emotion, it was a loud cry. My man, bless his heart, was so caring and actually paid to have my computer fixed. Although I now had my computer back and working, I still was upset that I lost everything on it. I pouted for weeks like a spoiled child, and although my man was understanding and comforting, I pushed it too far. So that was the straw that broke the camel’s back, or so they say.
I am officially back on track with school (I won’t even go into the dirty details of how horribly behind I got in just a few short weeks!) I am also back to writing. I must say that my man can be very motivating sometimes.
Recently I have been playing around with a story idea and I really didn’t know where it was going and had no idea how it would end. I would visit the characters every now and then and add a little bit more to the story here and there, but it was never really pressing on my heart to give much attention to the story until a few weeks ago.
It is the weirdest feeling to just have a complete story grow in your mind and you can’t do anything but obsess over getting it written down before it disappears. So that is what I have been doing over the past few weeks! I have been concentrating on this one story that had been sitting around just waiting for me to pay attention. I have spent too many late nights staying up because I was afraid to fall asleep, afraid I would lose the words that I was needing to get down on paper (or computer screen!) Well, as with most relationships, when you spend so much time together you grow a fondness that can be both confusing and exciting. I fell in love with these characters and I can honestly say that it is one of my favorite stories so far, even though I do grow a fondness for them all, each character was created as a representation of myself at different points in my life. It is really quite deep, psychologically, if you really got into it and started to dissect it, but that is a subject best suited for a psychologist 🙂
I grew to love these characters so much. Chloe and Jake became my best friends over the past few weeks. I found the entire experience with them was a lot of fun and I am a bit sad to see them go.
I finished writing Finding Chloe last night around 2 AM and as I finished the editing and formatting, I felt like I was losing a best friend as I posted it online for publishing. I had become so close to the main character, Chloe, that it was sad to see her go. It is the oddest feeling to get attached to characters that you create. Some things are beyond description.
For anyone interested in Finding Chloe, I have posted a description below. It is available at smashwords, Amazon.com, Barnes and Noble, and KOBO. The picture is actually a link to the book on Amazon (I figured out how to do this all by myself!) One of my more proud moments of the new year since I really know very little about computers! I really hope that I can reach the reader in my books, I know I can’t reach everybody, but just one person, that is the kind of thing that makes this all worthwhile, lord knows that I don’t write for the money!
I was told by a dozen people over the past few years that I had a very unique writing style. I was never told if this was positive or negative, and nobody was ever able to explain to me what the meaning of ‘unique’ was. It was just who I was, how I wrote, and I have never been able to change that no matter how I have tried. I was encouraged by one of my college professors a few years ago to start writing based off a paper I wrote on statistical processes. Who would have thought I would later be writing erotic romance stories, right?
Curious, I sat down in front of my computer one day and just started writing, and haven’t really stopped since. I fall in love with my characters, celebrate with them, and get angry with them. I also get bored easily! I guess I might have a little bit of ADD or maybe I am a dreamer with too many stories in my head. My books take longer to write as I have 30-50 half-written books at any time. I always go back and finish my books within time, reading through what I had written previously with a warm heart as if meeting again with a good friend after months or years apart.
I recently finished the book Bound Together by Snow: Zoe’s Personal Fairytale. I give the description of the book below for those interested. When I returned to Zoe’s story after months of leaving it alone, I was surprised with the direction I was taking Zoe and her husband Brandon, the book is more than a bit dark and the punishments are somewhat harsh and unfair.
I realized that I had written the book when I was in a very dark place personally with a great deal of turmoil during those months. It was both sad and therapeutic to see how my personal struggles can so easily be transferred into my writing. I rewrote a good deal of what I had written in this story, but if you are familiar with my other books you will see the difference. I left some of those harsh punishments and dark thoughts as a reminder to myself of where I was and how far I have come from there. I am curious what my other books say about me. How much can someone read into an author’s life based on their writing? Or are other authors able to separate life and fiction so easily that crossover does not occur? I seem to purge when I write, the story taking over, the characters telling their story and I just follow along, watching with wide eyes as the story unfolds. They have a story to tell too.