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Hey, everybody! A wonderful friend of mine, and she also puts together a small ezine called “Muse Mag“; give it a look as well! As for now, I’ll treat ya’ll with an excerpt and intro to her latest release! Thanks for visiting, Jinny!

EXCERPT:

ScarletBeginnings_LRGShe gathers with her bridesmaids and watches as each one begins to walk down that long white aisle.  Scarlet can barely see him until Evie, the last bridesmaid and her maid of honor, begins walking down the aisle.  He looks so handsome and happy in his white tuxedo.  His blonde hair perfectly in place, his eyes looking on with anticipation and his white pearly teeth show through the biggest smile she has ever seen him wear.

As she steps up to the double doors of the church leading into the main room her heart begins to race.  Her family to the left, Jason’s family to the right, white roses everywhere, white as well as red rose petals line the floor of the aisle leading up to him where he stands under the white altar she is supposed to be walking to.  The longer she stares the louder her beating heart becomes until it’s pounding in her ears.  Her fingers begin to tighten around her bouquet of roses and lilies as sweat soaks her palms.  Suddenly it feels as though someone is sitting on her chest.  It becomes harder and harder for her to breathe.  As Scarlet looks around the room and sees everyone staring right at her, the shaking gets worse.  Her breath comes out as fast pants as she feels her knees beginning to betray her.  She thought she could do this; it turns out that maybe she can’t.  She takes a step backward then listens as a gasp slips from everyone’s lips.  She takes another step back then the sound of her bouquet falling to the floor is her cue to turn and run like hell.

Scarlet runs as fast as her heeled feet will carry her right into the parking lot.  As she begins scanning the parking lot trying to figure out what she’s going to do she hears someone calling from behind.  She turns to see her best friends Evie and Gina running toward her holding their long indigo blue dresses up so they don’t trip over them.  Soon their arms are around Scarlet and leading her toward Evie’s car just as she sees every one come out of the church.  They toss her into the back seat then jump in the front and take off.   She can’t help but notice all the stunned faces of everyone standing outside the church watching, including Jason’s.  While her breathing becomes more normal, her heart sinks into her stomach.  Holy shit, what did she just do?

BLURB:

We must be willing to get rid of the life we’ve planned, so as to have the life that is waiting for us. The old skin has to be shed before the new one can come. – Joseph Campbell

Scarlet Lemay always thought her wedding day would be the happiest day of her life. However, that was before she found herself at the end of the aisle looking toward her future and unable to take that final step forward. Second thoughts cause Scarlet to run, seeking a new beginning. Unfortunately, her ex-fiancé’ may just have other plans.

A chance encounter with a stunning stranger causes Scarlet to question herself. The charming real estate agent, Ethan Williams begins to taunt her thoughts and dreams. Scarlet knows it’s too soon to start dating again but something about this man keeps calling her to him.

With the encouragement of friends, Scarlet begins to build a new life, yet her past keeps coming back. Will she be able to let Ethan in or will her fear cause her to lose out on a chance at finding her true soul mate?

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Iconqueredbrides_detail have finished my medieval book, Commanding the Princess, which is availble now as part of a collection with 4 wonderful authors: Renee Rose, Dinah McLeod, Ashe Barker, and Sue Lyndon!

Here’s the buy link!

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Length: 30,000 words

THE CONQUERED BRIDES COLLECTION

by Renee Rose, Ashe Barker, Sue Lyndon, Korey Mae Johnson, and Dinah McLeod

When the castle they called home is besieged and ultimately falls, five women are captured and carried off as wives by their foes. Will they be treated as no more than the spoils of war, or can their new lords prove themselves worthy of the love and submission of their conquered brides?

The Conquered Brides is a five-book collection featuring brand-new titles from five top erotic romance authors. This collection includes:

Commanding the Princess, by Korey Mae Johnson

As the ruler of Hohenzollern Castle in name only, Susanna has watched helplessly for years as her power-hungry uncle made one enemy after another for her. One enemy stands out, and the moment she catches sight of him, Princess Susanna is certain that it will be Gerhard of Bavaria who brings her world down around her. As his army smashes through her gates, Susanna makes the only choice she has left. She surrenders herself to Gerhard, hoping to win mercy for her people, though she fears it will come at the cost of her life. But she soon learns that Gerhard has other plans for her, plans which may end with her surrendering much more than just her castle to him.

The Knight’s Seduction, by Renee Rose

Avowed to never again yield to a man’s ill-treatment, Lady Daisy stands ready to fight to the death when her castle is sacked. The imposing knight Sir Barrett has other ideas, however, and to her dismay, Daisy soon finds herself not only disarmed, but soundly spanked as well. Sir Barrett takes her as his captive bride, but when she shows real terror at the prospect of consummating their marriage, he offers her a bargain. She will offer her body to him and accept the pleasurable torments he inflicts, but he will not claim her fully until she aches for it so badly she begs him. Certain she will do no such thing, Daisy agrees, but can she resist the knight’s seduction?

The Widow Is Mine, by Ashe Barker

Since her husband’s untimely passing, Lady Natalia has resigned herself to a quiet life as a young widow and perhaps one day as a nun. But when her adopted home is conquered by the enemy, her world is turned upside down. After he rescues her from the chaos of Hohenzollern’s fall, Duke Stefan of Richtenholst cannot imagine allowing Natalia to languish behind the walls of a convent. The duke takes Natalia home as his wife, and he quickly proves himself ready to compel her obedience when it is necessary, but can he ever truly make her his own?

Conquering Lady Claire, by Sue Lyndon

As Hohenzollern Castle falls, mayhem unfolds around Lady Claire, and her only aim is to lead as many women and children of the castle to safety as possible. In an odd turn of fortune, her courageous efforts ultimately lead to her capture by none other than Lord Galien of Minrova, the very man that her brother, a powerful duke, recently commanded to find her and claim her as his wife. Claire’s defiance is quickly overcome by means of a firm hand applied to her bare bottom, but Galien is not content merely going through the motions of a political marriage. His skilled lovemaking soon leaves his new bride begging for more, but can he conquer her heart as well?

Kidnapped and Claimed, by Dinah McLeod

When her husband’s repeated infidelities and drunken insults become too much to bear, Lady Cecily flees to her childhood home at Hohenzollern, but things quickly go from bad to worse and she is kidnapped from the castle stables only moments after her arrival. Cecily ignores her abductor’s warnings of ruin about to befall Hohenzollern and his claim that he took her from the castle only to keep her safe. She resists him every step of the way, until at last he spanks her long and hard. Despite his firm chastisement, it soon becomes clear to Cecily that her captor cares for her in a way her husband never did. But can she forgive him for stealing her from her home?

Publisher’s Note: The Conquered Brides contains spankings, sexual scenes, and more. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

I know a lot of you like the nitty-gritty details of my love life, including DD and the rest of the naughty stuff, and I still have a lot to say on the subject. James and I are still in a DD relationship, but since the last time I posted I definitely have new things to say about it. So stay tuned; I’m about to get all opinionated again!

So keep your eyes open. Until then, look through my older stuff on the topic if you’d like!

I have two books I’ve finished and am working on the publisher’s (James’) suggestions so I can send it to a copy editor and get those books up. Then I have two others half done! If you’re curious as to where I am at any given point, you can always go HERE and check up on my progress. I promise I don’t dick around very often, but I do always have about fifty projects going on at the same time, and SNP comes first–I can’t be the bottle-neck on anything there, I have James, Jamie, and several authors depending me to get published on-time… And I depend on them! I love the authors I work with, I’m very privileged to work with them, and I don’t want to blow it!

So, I know you think these are excuses as to why you don’t have Otherworldly Discipline, Two in your hands… and you’re totally right, but I figured I owe you guys at least an excuse. I can’t keep you waiting too much longer, though, or else I fear I’ll lose my “author” status altogether!

Because of my publishing business, I cannot make covers for people who write within my niche genre (spanking & BDSM). If this rule changes, I will make an announcement. Sorry for this rule–I love the writers of this genre, but what tends to happen is I make good art covers that compete with my business’ authors work, and I don’t want to do that to them.

However, if you write for a different niche, I would love to diversify my portfolio and take up your project!

Please write to me at korey@stormynightpublications.com and introduce yourself with a copy of your manuscript and a summary and I’ll send you a link to my cover form!

Want your project to be perfect? Choose your top ten favorite covers that you can think of, (if not 10, then 3 will do, but 10 makes it REALLY easy) and send them along with your email. If you like the title of one, colors of another, and general look of another, that’s cool, too! You have a style you like, you just might not realize it! My job is to give you a cover you love, and when I can  I like to do it on the first try!


Cost: Minimum $100 (Maximum $200). Price will be discussed when project is taken up and stock photos are selected.

Includes 1 free promotional item from a given selection of styles. Every additional promotional item is $20-$100 (depending on the complication of the promotional item.)

If you commission a series, I give bulk discounts if the general “look” of the series remains the same.

Commanding The Princess

31,000/31,000 Completed

Going through final revisions.  

Commanding the Princess is a medieval novella that will be sold in a Medieval collection along with works from Renee Rose, Sue Lyndon, Ashe Barker, and Dinah McLeod. They are all stand-alone novels but plots are within the same time and place. The book will also be up for sale individually. Series will be released February 2015.

Susanna, a Princess Regent, has had her kingdom sacked by the Holy Roman Empire, and pleads for mercy for her remaining citizens from the mercenary-turned-commander, Gerhard. Unfortunately for her, Gerhard has to turn her in to the Emperor to be tried for her life… but unfortunately for Gerhard–he was in love with the saucy royal at first sight. Could these enemies find love together? Or just a night of passion before Susanna’s world comes to a tragic end?


Keeping Their Baby (Being Their Baby Sequel) 

28,000/80,000 Words

A sequel to Being Their Baby that takes place five weeks after the last book ended, we find the Hobbes family go through new challenges. Josh is trying to forge a perminant relationship with Sophie, Charlie and Liz have to plan a wedding, and Sophie gets up to her eyeballs in trouble. This book will include an F/M scene as well as plenty of three-some sex, anal play, tons of spanking and humiliation, and enough eroticism to make your eyes bulge.


Being Her Daddy

5,000/50,000 Words

Although there’s a similar title in use, this is not part of my Being Their Baby collection. Being Her Daddy is a contemporary DD & Ageplay romance between a contemporary heterosexual couple. You’ll see tons of sex, anal play, spanking, and humiliation play galore. My husband James is leading this project, and I’m excited to be writing a book side by side with him. He’s fantastic.


Otherworldly Discipline, Two 

914,000/914,000 Completed

Going through final revisions. 

Should be out before Valentine’s day. I’ve had to rewrite a few chapters and characters with my editor’s suggestions, which has been extremely tough since I’m surrounded by deadlines left and right. I’m hoping to have the edits done in a couple of days, however.

As for the plot–this picks up 2 decades after the end of Otherworldly Discipline, Book One. Although Charlotte’s survived, she’s taken in by a demigod who keeps her as a childlike pet, all while Ashcroft has descended into depression and has taken to walking through the Otherworld as a wandering wizard while Moriarty’s family has taken control of the tower. When Moriarty’s children get kidnapped and Charlotte (called Maili) tries to escape a new, abusive husband, lives get thrown into turmoil. With old enemies charging towards them with a whole army, can the ill-fated group survive all the obstacles ahead of them, and can things ever be as they were?


Billionaire’s Babygirl 

30,000/60,000 Words

Russian billionaires Braum Vetter and Jakob Brunner have developed one of the most advanced computer anti-hacking programs in the world, and always on their tails are blackhat hackers that want to take them down. Jacey Cameron is a young sauvant who has been in the underworld since an early age, and who’s always on the run from her own demons. When she’s blackmailed by one of her enemies to infiltrate Jakob Brunner’s personal harddrive, she might find herself way in over her head. Seducing Jakob seems impossible by itself, but as the man is interested in ageplay and erotic humiliation play, she wonders how far she has to go, especially as she starts loving the two billionaires who care for her.

Hopefully this will be out by February.

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I’m over at Katherine Deane’s blog today, where Natasha, Katherine and I are talking about the differences between fantasy and reality. Writing the two genres is amazingly different and the struggles are very different, using my Otherworldly Discipline and Natasha’s Aching To Submit as examples. Each genre you choose to write has pitfalls that you might not even be aware of until you’re hip-deep in writing, so it’s always good to look at some of the pros and cons.

Also, we’re talking about reality of spanking relationships verse those you read about. I won’t ruin the surprise, but it was a really fun sort of interview to do. Thanks so much to Katherine for inviting us over to her place to gab!

Go Here To Read The Interview!

Moriarty Miles fans--he's coming back! Sexy roleplays and still annoyed when he gets his shoes dirty! Just the way we like him!

So, all of you who are reading this and didn’t write me off completely can now welcome me back to the universe.

I feel like I just had a baby. I’m tired, I’m relieved, and I’m happy. Although I kept saying I was close–and I was–to done with the novel I finally finished up the last 20 thousand words to make this a done-bun. Now, it’s off to the editor so she can tell me what I’ve done wrong and then I’ll fix that, and then it’s out. Series complete!

Looking back, I don’t know why it was so hard. It was almost as if I kept finding the right path and then kept veering off the wrong way. I’d rewrite and rewrite and rewrite and would constantly change my opinion as to where I wanted the story to go. Back in late February I sat down and wrote the entire plot of the book, and I more or less stayed with that outline, although the characters sometimes needed to be stabbed back into what was expected from them. There were a lot of challenging scenes to write, and the plot has twists and turns that I needed to make sure it weaved back out of.

Hopefully those excuses work, because I’m stuck, other than that. I probably wrote a million words down and only have 93 thou to show you for the effort. I am glad you’re patient and have stuck with it! Expect the book to come out soon, as well as WAY more posts, since I was not cleared to do much of anything the last few months except get Otherworldly Discipline, 2 done outside of my regular Stormy Night work.

Thanks for your astounding patience, everyone!

Heyya folks!

Alrighty, so I’ve been quiet on the home front. As you can see from that climbing little bar in the corner, I am nearly done with Otherworldly Discipline 2 and I could not possibly be more excited about it. I’ll talk more later. I hope to have it done tomorrow and I’ll come to my blog and celebrate.

For now, there’s other things to celebrate! I’m so enthused that Natasha Knight let me interview her about this new contemporary suspense novels filled with all the good stuff I like–action, spankings, alpha-males, you name it. I wanted to pick her brain a bit on the experience of writing a suspense book in this genre! Here it is!one caucasian man detective secret agent criminal  with gun  in

Your newest release, Dangerous Defiance, is a romantic suspense novel. How does writing this genre compare to writing others, like romantic contemporary or even paranormal? Does it have any aspects you’ve found challenging or even fun?

I think it was most different from romantic contemporary because I had to remind myself throughout about the action! When I do romantic contemporary, it is more focused on the characters and the emotions are what push the story along and here, it’s more the action with the emotion still there but toned down a little maybe? Paranormal is closer to romantic suspense to me – at least the paranormal I’ve written so far. It was definitely fun and the challenge was the research. I might hate research more than I hate editing.

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What do you think makes a good hero?

For sure, tenderness. The physical hotness is just assumed in a romance – the big guy, intelligent, not afraid to be a man, but if he doesn’t have tenderness in his heart, as hot as a book can be, as sexy as a spanking can be, it’s missing something (for me at least) and that something is what makes a hero and a book memorable.

What’s your favorite scene in Dangerous Defiance?

This changes depending on the moment you ask but I really liked how Jackson and Jess kind of clicked – their banter was completely natural and fun. This scene happens just before Jess’s first spanking.

“What are you doing?” Jess asked, trying to pull away but not managing to free herself.

“I’m going to give you that spanking I felt too sorry to give you last night,” Jackson said with the most even, level tone.

“You’re joking,” she said, really pulling back now.

He turned to her when they reached the tree stump. “Do I look like I’m joking?”

No, he did not, in fact. Not one little bit. Alarm bells went off and Jess clutched her camera when he sat down.

“Get over my lap.”

Her eyebrows went up. Where was her gun when she needed it? “Pardon me?”

“You heard me, Agent. Over my lap.”

“Ok, that does it. The water is definitely contaminated and you’ve been drinking too much of it because you have obviously lost your mind,” she said, tugging but still failing to get free.

“I’m thinkin’ so too on the contamination, but that’ll have to wait a minute. One more time,” he said, gesturing for her to lay herself across his lap.

She looked at it, at his powerful thighs, his big hands which suddenly resembled paddles. She wondered if she should be afraid or furious or… something. But she only looked at him and her heart rate remained somehow level. This was almost… comical. Sheriff Jackson Montgomery was going to spank her? Out here in the open? Her? An FBI agent?

“I really don’t think so, Sheriff,” she said with a chuckle.

“Suit yourself,” he said and with a dexterity she would not have imagined from a man built like him, he relieved her of her camera and tugged on her arm while his other hand gripped her waist, and the next thing she knew, she was lying face down across his lap, her hands on the ground, her feet kicking up a storm.

 What’s your next project?

I’m going to be a complete tease and tell you I’ve got one secret project going which is a little different than anything I’ve done so far. Well, maybe very different but that depends on how things progress from here. I’m curious to see it myself! More to come on that later… Besides that, I love a firefighter so I’m writing one who spanks. A couple of others too but those are too new to mention really.

Would you say you have a specific writing method?

Yep, sit down, start writing and hope for the best. I’ve never been a planner and this goes for pretty much everything for me!

What is the allure for you in adding spankings to your books?

First, I like spankings! That part is easy. I’ve found that through writing it, I can figure out what aspects draw me to it so maybe that is the allure, the self study piece.

I started to write this to just get it out of my head and not want it anymore – I didn’t even know what a spanko was at that point. I had three offers within four days of submitting my first ever piece (which thank goodness the contract ran out on and is safely out of reach because it’s terrible!!). It didn’t work out the way I had thought though! Writing it just made me want it more. It was some months after that I told my husband about it at all and in the time since, writing spanking romance is just natural and quite frankly, fun. I think that’s key. Someone asked me once when I was going to start writing another genre and was I bored yet but I can easily say that no, I’m not bored. I still love writing spanking romances – it’s still absolutely exciting to start a new story every single time.

Dangerous Defiance by Natasha Knight

 Want more? Go visit Natasha Knight’s blog!

Alternatively, you can go here and see what else she’s published with Stormy Night Publications!

Warming Up

Or How Running On Snowshoes Isn’t Difficult Given The Proper Motivation
A Short Story by Korey Mae Johnson

Bear.

Big bear.

Nell had graduated top of her class ten years ago, and had always thought of herself as the smartest cookie in her class. In fact, she’d fancied herself the smartest person in any and every room she’d ever entered.

So why, when her life literally depended on it, was the only thing she could think of was, ‘That is a mighty big bear that’s about to eat me!’ coupled with a meager instinct to run in a manner reserved for women in snowshoes trying to outrun a very angry grizzly bear.

She didn’t even have time to evaluate the irony that she was just telling herself that getting lost in the middle of the Canadian wilderness was about as bad as it could get. Wrong-o.

Possibly if she could think beyond the moment, she would decide that running in a dead-sprint into a deep, dark cave was a poor idea, even in the case of bear-survival, and screaming like a banshee as she did it.

There were, and are, thousands of similar caves in that part of Canada alone, and the bear and wolf population in those caves are actually pretty high, especially in the time of year when female bears are hibernating with their young. Nell knew this—she had done a report on bears in the fifth grade. She couldn’t remember even a single factoid from it at the moment. The more wild part of her brain she was just becoming acquainted with assured her that if the cave had a part that the grizzly could not fit into and chase her, then she had a fighting chance.

To her horror, the cave was so dark that she couldn’t find any such quarters and ran smack into a wall, flatting her to her back. Hopefully you’re not surprised that there was, indeed, a bear in that cave other than the one chasing her. I think all of us saw that one coming.

However, the next part would have been a surprise even to a smart girl like Nell when she wasn’t being chased by a bear.

Because of the dark, it was very hard to see what was going on except for the light filtering through the cave-hole. She got drooled on and a chunk of fur fell on her face, and she was very concerned with keeping her hands over her face, blocking out all of the action.

When she heard a bear scream and then a shadow disappear back out the way of the cave entrance, she was less than thrilled about the dying she was going to have to do. She hadn’t been thrilled about that for awhile, since she’d been lost in the woods and snow out there for at least seven hours and had realized (before the bear) that she was going to die unless she had a reserve of good luck she hadn’t been previously privy to.

Instead, she heard the sound of a man say, “Goddamn it!”

Well, that was unexpected. It was certainly growlish and deep like a bear, but it was definitely English words. She threw her hands from her face and looked around. She couldn’t see anything. “Hello?”

“Damn it, that hurt,” said the man, and then a light turned on from around the corner. Apparently, this cave wasn’t a cave, so much as a home for what she could only assume was a hobo that owned a pet bear somewhere. His silhouette suddenly stepped into the light. “You alright?” The visage stepped forward, and she could almost make out his dirty jeans and a flannel shirt.

She didn’t say anything for a second, trying to make sure she wasn’t hallucinating the whole ordeal. “Urrgh,” she said, making a round like a wounded ferret. “Urroo…”

The man stepped forward and knelt down next to her. “Injured?”

She shook her head, although the evidence did point, as fair as she was concerned, towards a serious concussion. “Did you…” she began asking it before her brain could stop her, “Turn into a bear?”

“No,” he grunted, and then slowly picked her up and pulled her to her feet. The man was gigantic, over six and a half feet tall. He was strong and well-chisteled, even, except for the blood that was oozing down his face from a deep slice in his nose.

She would have shrunk away from him if he didn’t radiate a delicious sort of heat. She smiled, as if she was silly to even ask, but then he said, “I turned into a man.”

“Oh.” Her mind began to do sommersaults, and her stomach followed suit. It felt like her entire being was being overloaded with what had happened. “Excuse me,” she said, holding up a finger so she turn and dry-heave against the side of the cave.

Bear-man put his hands around her and eventually led her back into the more lighted portion of the cave. It was more like an apartment in this part, especially when he pulled a door across the small walkway, shutting them out from the cold of the rest of the cave.

“You must have been hauling tail with those,” he finally said after about five minutes of silence. She was surprised to see that the man was smiling… And he was sort of handsome—in a mountain-main sort of way. “Must have been something to see. You’re lucky, though. If that bear wasn’t already injured, he would have had no trouble running you down in less than a blink.”

She blinked at him until he waved his hand in front of her face. “You sure you’re okay?” he asked her, raising a dark eyebrow.

She shook her head and shivered. “No. I don’t know what okay is anymore. It’s been a rough day.” What else, after all, was she supposed to say to a bear-man? She squinted at him with confusion. “Why are you grinning like that?”

“Sorry. I’ll get you somethin’ hot to drink. I actually have some coffee around here…” He looked around a shelving unit made from crates until he found the desired bag and brought it around to the gas cooker on the far side of the room, saying, “It’s just that… Well, not many people have seen me change. None have taken it so well.”

“I dry-heaved,” she admitted. “And I am owning most of this up to the cold, exhaustion, and shock. Really, I don’t think any of this is happening.”

He gave a laugh. “Well, we’ll get you warm and fed for now. First thing in the morning I’ll bring you down to the town. What’s brought you out here so far? I sometimes go months without hearing anyone this time of year.”

“Do you… live here?” She began to pull off her gloves and looked over her stiff, frozen fingers with pink nail polish.

“Can’t live in town. I guide hiking tours in the summer, then I hole up here. Sometimes I can’t control the change well, and I don’t want to go bear right in the middle of a pie-eating competition, if you get my meaning,” he said easily, but then he didn’t let the question go. “And you? What on this green earth has a girl like you, with nail polish and makeup and the whole bit—all the way up here? You’re miles off any trail.”

“Funny,” she grumbled, “I was just wondering the same thing.” She rolled her eyes after the bear-man kept his eyebrows raised, obviously expecting more of an explanation than she had given. “Snow-shoe hike gone horribly wrong. My friends are sort of adventure-types and wanted me to go on this with them. Said I’d love it.” She frowned. “I’ve been on much more fun things.”

“You wanna give ‘em a call with your emergency phone? Just to tell them you know where you are now and you’ll be in town before noon tomorrow.”

She snorted. “If I had an emergency phone, I wouldn’t be out here by myself,” she assured.

Now he was the one frowning. “So… you brought emergency supplies—extra blanket and stuff like that, right?”

“Nope.”

His eyes grew dark. “Where you from, again?”

“Seattle.” Her lips puckered as she grew quickly defensive. “Don’t give me that look! How was I to know I’d get lost?” Deep down, she knew that this whole thing was a cluster screw even before she had to be picked up by a man who had some serious issues.

He gave a low growl and, as if re-realizing that his nose was still bleeding, pulled a handerchief up to his nose. His eyes barely left hers—they were accusing.

“Fine. It was dumb. I got chased by a bear for it, and now I’m rethinking my confidence in natural law.”

“Honey, if I wasn’t there to save your miserable hide, you’d be food right now. Keep that in mind that I put my neck out there. I looked prettier before this mess.”

“And thank you, bear guy,” she sighed with exasperation.

“Hooper. My name’s Hooper,” he told her.

“Nell,” she replied, but was pursing her lips. “Look, can you stop looking at me like I’m a kid that got caught playing ball in the house? I’m sort of beyond the age of lecturing.”

Another growl, and he stirred the coffee. She watched him, pulled off her coat, and eventually got comfortable on his sofa until he clapped his hands, signaling he was done with the job.

She really hadn’t expected him to walk over to her, grab her arm, and drag her over his knee, and even when he did, she couldn’t quite comprehend why until his hand began to fly down over the seat of her jeans.

She was filled more with indignity than anything else. The last time she’d been spanked was when she came home with her last ‘F’ in the fourth grade. “You might be beyond the age of lecturing, honey girl, but you’re never too old to be taught a good lesson,” he gritted.

Do not go snow-shoeing in Canada without survival supplies, do not stand upwind from bears, and do not antagonize a shape-shifter. It was a day of lessons.

“Ouch!” she screamed, and then reached around like she was a wild animal to attempt to bite him. It all ended in a short-lived struggle that ended up with the wall-sized man pinned her hand behind her back and breaking the seam in her snow pants in the attempt to pull them down.

She was screaming, of course, but knew there was nobody probably on this whole mountain that could hear her even if she was swearing and fighting a million times louder than she was.

The worst part was that when she was sprawled bear-assed across him, the pain wasn’t the only thing she was worried about. She was worried about if he thought her ass was attractive. Not that it should matter—there were surely a whole list of things baring a relationship or rendezvous since he was a bear from Alaska and she was a nurse anesthetist from Seattle, but admittedly the thought of her ass, and his consideration of it, did jump into her mind.

“You’re going to kill me!” she heaved, out of breath from being hauled over his strong thighs. She was beginning to cry… Which was odd. She hadn’t done that even when she thought she was going to freeze to death.

She couldn’t help her embarrassment, and the spanking seemed to make it that much worse. “Please!” she cried.

He grunted again and then sighed before pulling her off his knees and into the sofa. “Sorry about that,” he grunted. “I have this thing about females, and safety, and I get a little crazy,” he admitted softly. “I don’t know you well enough to do that to you.”

She wiped some hot tears from the corner of her eye and swallowed. Hooper, and she didn’t know him well, didn’t seem like the type to apologize lightly. Strangely, though, the apology sort of sounded like if he knew her better, he would have spanked her harder.

She looked around, feeling a little sorry for him. Chances were, looking at his hobo-like existence, that he didn’t know anyone very well. Yet he still rushed in to save her anyway. She eyed the cut on his nose and chewed her lip.

“I bet you’re about the rag me out for being macho,” he grumbled, sounding upset at himself. “I’m not saying that what you did wasn’t worth spankin’ for, but maybe—”

“Actually,” she said, reaching behind her to see the damage of her pants, “I was just going to ask you for a cup of that coffee and a warm pair of pants…” At his surprised look, she shrugged, “Priorities are priorities.”

He slowly broke into a boyish grin. “So you don’t want to run out the door screaming yet?” he asked, already getting up to fetch what she asked for.

She shook her head, trying to ignore the tingling pain in her ass that was making her face go red. “Not yet. But the night’s not over yet.”

Thanks for reading my short story (which I kept at 2,000 words–wow, that goes by in a wink…)! Now for the prizes!

James actually asked me to write this because he wants to try out a new set of shifter books with bears instead of wolves like usual. I think he was also a bit inspired by Beorn (from The Hobbit). SO please do comment, BUT also fill out the form below so we can judge interest. Add your email to the list, and then using Rafflecopter, that email might be the winner of a $20 Amazon Gift Card!

Thanks so much for all of you who filled out my questionaire for the prize! It was a fantastic turnout with a huge number of applicants! Tomorrow I’ll be in contact with the winner of the $20 prize for this blog!

Hop On!

1. Spanking Romance Reviews

2. Saturday Spankings

3. Corinne Alexander

4. Katherine Deane

5. Natasha Knight

6. Patricia Green Books

7. Casey McKay

8. Kathryn R. Blake

9. Renee Rose

10. Lily Harlem

11. Cara Bristol

12. Adaline Raine

13. Tara Finnegan Romance

14. Celeste Jones

15. Leigh Smith (aka Sunny Girl)

16. Tara Crescent (BDSM Romance)

17. Sue Lyndon

18. Anastasia Vitsky (Governing Ana)

19. Normandie Alleman

20. Maddie Taylor

21. Liv Honeywell

22. Joelle Casteel- author of bdsm erotica

23. Sadey Quinn

24. Holla Dean spankin’ good romance stories

25. Paige Tyler

26. Thianna D

27. Emily Tilton

28. PK Corey

29. Constance Masters

30. Lucy Felthouse

31. Paloma Beck

32. Kristin Elyon

33. Patty Devlin Author

34. Abigail Armani Erotic Romance Author

35. Johnna Maquire

36. A Voice in the Corner

37. Michelle Graham, Erotic Romance

38. Kates Cravings – Batteries Not Included

39. Korey Mae Johnson

40. Sheri “WTF” Savill

41. Disciplinary Tales

42. Elegant Erotica – Maggie Carpenter

43. Trent Evans Letters

44. Jaye Peaches

45. Dinah McLeod

46. Daizie Draper

47. Draven St. James

48. Jolynn Raymond’s Dark Obsessions

49. Shoshanna Evers

50. Acknowledging Imperfection

51. We Love Kink

52. 1950s Wife

53. Shelly Douglas

54. The Cover Artisan

55. Penelope Hasler

Alright, so I got tagged by a couple of people in a little facebook sort of chain letter that was really cool. The idea was this: list 10 books that impacted you in some way. You weren’t supposed to think very hard on this, but let’s face it, I spent the next week wondering what I’d put on my list. The idea on facebook is that you didn’t have to explain why certain books made your list, you just listed them out and let people read into it what they will. Anyway, thank you so much for tagging me, Constance Masters (and Mary Sue Wehr for putting me on your list, as well. You two gals are the sweetest things, and I’m so flattered that you mentioned my books)!

Anywhoo, I didn’t want to do a facebook post on this without an explanation (because then it’d be a LONG status update), because it made me flashback to college when everybody was claiming their favorite book was “Dante’s Inferno” in this name-excessive on the first day. When it came to me, I said, “My name is Korey and–without a doubt–The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy.” People bawked and started laughing and I shrugged and leaned back, continuing, “Well, really just up to the forth. For some reason ‘Mostly Human’ was hard to get through. I think Restaurant at the End of the Galaxy stood above the rest…” People thought I was an idiot for a couple of days for it. One’s favorite book is a very personal thing that I think says a lot about someone, but the reason behind why someone likes a particular book can’t be lost to translation.

Anyway, Natasha Knight is way smarter than me, because obviously she was thinking the same thing (about wanting to explain her list, for some reason HGTTG didn’t make her list, but I like to think that’s because she hasn’t read it yet…) Anyway, Natasha had the idea of not just making a facebook post, but making it a whole blog post. So, as you can see, I’m totally stealing her idea. She’s pretty cool though, so I think she’ll forgive me for blatantly copying her. 😉

And because I never use 5 words when I could use 50, mine’s super-duper long. Sorry ’bout that. 😉

 The Paperbag Princess by Robert Munsch

The_Paper_Bag_PrincessThis was one of those books that my mother gave me, hoping to turn me into a feminist warrior princess. I have to say, that no other children’s book hit me that hard. It was great, I liked it, it does have a feminist message, but it was there that I understood what I wanted in a man. From there, I knew how to write book heroes. I also knew that the best female heroines are strong, savy, but they can be multi-layered. Anyway; strangely it taught me a lot about characterization at a young age–which was handy because I was already writing books and fan-fictions since I was five–but it also taught me that men are supposed to value, respect, and honor a woman, and fuck them if they don’t.

Tom Sawyer by Mark Twain

This book mostly taught me about high-jinks and putting blatant sarcasm into any novel and it go over well. Huckleberry Finn didn’t strike me the same way, because it’s not my writing style. I find first-person narrative to be extremely, extremely difficult. The third-person narrative with a sense of humor, though, I can get behind and always try to emulate.

Front CoverParadise Lost by John Milton

This is the type of book that makes you need to change your pants. It’s so beyond the skill level of anyone who’s lived in the last three-hundred years that it’s like it was written by a supernatural being. That being said, I wrote all over my edition, and that’s even when my copy had 1 inch of text and 10 inches of footers under it. It actually helped me back on course in my personal religious journey. I found it was the first time my puny mind could even pin-prick the idea of the omniscient, and the idea of God’s love and sacrifice and relationship towards us as his creation, and giving even Lucifer a strange sort of role that made you somewhat understand how evil could have been born in the world. I’m not saying I believe it verbatim or anything, but it’s a book that made me consider the fact that I might not know shit from shinola about anything. I had to question everything. It nearly made my brain explode. This book is a masterpiece.

1953A Tale of Two Cities by Charles Dickens

This is one of those books that I liked, then I hated, then I loved, all through the coarse of the first-reading of it. I actually had to read this as an assignment when I was fifteen, and it’s the first book that I read where I read a line that made me stand up, scream, “Holy Shit!” and the run through the house, wondering where my sanity went. I felt like Charles Dickens himself came up about 4/5ths of the way through the book and hit me with a cricket bat. I mean, the story and character weaving is on a whole different level! It seemed too complex to get, and then everything just fell beautifully into place, and it was just jaw-dropping.

pride-and-prejudicePride and Prejudice by Jane Austin

Call it tripe if you wish–I know I keep calling it trip, myself–but I keep re-reading the book over and over and over. There’s head-hoping, the plotting’s a little sloppy, but damn it, does she (Jane Austin) know how to write characters. They don’t do a whole lot in the book except chat and drink tea, and I still love the hell out of it. It’s funny, sarcastic, but utterly wonderful. I love happy-sighing when I’m reading.

The Lost World by Michael Crichton

I’ve re-read this every five years or so. I know, it might seem like a random choice, but hear me out–I love being fed random facts about science, history, nature, or anything else, while still being delighted with a fast-moving plot, excellent characters with great dynamics, witty banter, great villains, all by an author with great imagination. It’s like eating candy while it still being good for you. It gives me excellent brain-fodder and also sparks my desire to go out and learn and research new things. That, and I like Ian Malcolm. A lot.

The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy by Douglas Adams

You might have known this one was coming. I could really wax poetic about Douglas Adams all day long, but here’s the gist–the guy is like the superman of English sarcasm. Sometimes he makes me laugh so hard I feel like I’m gonna pee. That being said, my fascination goes deeper than that–he makes delicious characters and humorous dialogue in his characters, but his narrator’s always second to none. Dirk Gently and the Long, Dark Tea-Time of the Soul is also fabulous. He has great pacing, fantastic imagination, and puts a million one-liner jokes in every book. I feel he showed me the way when it comes to dialogue… Not that I’m anywhere in the ballpark, but I’d REALLY like to be in that ballpark before I die.

0002_camus_albert_el_extranjero_05The Stranger by Albert Camus

I haven’t read this in a long time, but I remember how deeply it touched me when I read it. This was another assignment-read, I grant you, but I’m glad he assigned it. It was part of this unit on existentialism, and I think a companion read to this would be Camus’ essay on The Myth of Sisyphus which basically says the same thing without putting its reader into a depression. Essentially it’s about this complete sociopath that can’t feel attachment to anyone–he is an innocent product of the world who can only feel with his body; he doesn’t seem to care about anything or have a soul. What got me crying for two days straight is that at the end of the book, I felt like the loss of hope was the loss of existence. Hope is the guiding light of everybody’s life. Hope is what presses us forward… Anyway, it really touched me to the bottom of my heart and I was filled with so much compassion for him. It sort of changed the way I view people and how I judge people as well.

The AubreyPatrick_O_Brian_Post_Captain/Maturin Series by Patrick O’Brian

I know what you’re thinking: “You can’t put a whole series in there, Korey. Jesus! Didn’t you get the assignment?” Firstly, I’m already cheating. Secondly, you can’t just put one book. Patrick O’Brien does not  write plots, per se. He writes life. I feel like he has the ability to transport me back into time, turns me into a fly, and sticks me to a wall. The conversations are so real. There’s a lot of adventure, but the novels sort of flow one into the next without any real climax or resolution. It’s just history, and people, and how they sometimes pass in and out of one’s lives, sometimes dying or sometimes going through massive heartbreak or elation. Reading it was almost an out-of-body experience; it’s hard to explain, but I really got into these and all the amazing historical details of living through the Napoleonic wars. Most of all…. I likes me a bro-mance.

 imagesThe Lion, The Witch, and The Wardrobe by C.S. Lewis

Now, Mere Christianity basically rocked my world after college and helped round off my actually being a Christian, so that’s big. But nearly two decades before that point, I read this as a kid and, even though I was really young, the Christian symbolism wasn’t lost on me. I was about four when this book was read to me when I was a kid, and the notion of self-sacrifice was a huge thing to me. It pressed upon me notions of forgiveness and all that. Now, I appreciate it for it’s exceptional story-telling. This is not a long book, but I always feel so attached to the characters. It’s just down-and-dirty good-verse-evil stuff with excellent themes that still get me thinking to this day. If only I could make an allegory like that. Also, it was obvious that Lewis was making a Christian allegory, but I feel he did it without being exhausting or beating anyone over the head. I see a lot of people try to write allegories or make important points in books, and it sounds like nagging. CS new his stuff. That being said, the rest of the series was horrible.

 

I know, I know, there’s no spanking stories on the list. Certainly, I read a lot of them, and I re-read and re-read again some of them. Some of them will  arouse me, tantalize, excite, even change my outlook on sexuality a bit and get me curious to read more. Darla Phelps got me interested in Ageplay with ‘The Pets Series”, Laura Smith got me into threesomes with “The Sam McGee” series. So many authors in the spanking genre are beyond fabulous, and so many of them have also structured the way I write and the way I look at things. I think I chose these books because they opened my eyes, made huge adjustments to my writing style, and sometimes impacted my soul, lifestyle, or the way I saw the universe, or how I live my life.

Now, what would YOUR big ten be?

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