Friday, September 16, 2016

Not Only Naughty, But Nostalgic

Call Me Old Fashioned and I'll say, 'Thanks.'

The other day, one of my kids asked a lady her age. Unhappy with his inquiry, she replied, “Boy, don’t you know you’re not supposed to ask a lady that question?”

I laughed, and secretly thought, ‘speak for yourself, grouchy lady.’

I’m not a woman who gets offended when a person asks my age. As a matter of fact, it gives me an opportunity to force them to guess it. I tell them I’m old enough to remember watching The Young and the Restless on a black and white television. I’m also more than old enough to remember maintaining personal relationships face-to-face, instead of texting or email. (FaceTime is a poor substitute, and doesn’t count.) I think most would agree that looking into someone’s eyes, smelling their cologne and feeling their emotions as you carry on a conversation is hard to beat.

I feel lucky to have been raised in what I call a ‘special generation’. I miss the excitement of waiting three days for a letter to appear in my mailbox. I miss waiting for a call from that special someone and knowing I can only move as far as the phone cord would allow.

I miss buying a soda pop for twenty-five cents. I miss the old card catalog at the library because the new, ‘improved’ computerized system is too damn slow.

A lot of folks would wrinkle their noses at me, but I liked that old black and white television. I don’t mind watching fiction unfold in only two colors. It made real life stand out even more. Richer and fuller. Literally and figuratively in vivid, living color.

Yeah, that’s hard to beat.

Sometimes I think our super technology isn’t a good thing. At the risk of sounding like my parents, (OMG, I sound like my mother… ew!) having what we want, when we want it has made us too impatient and lazy.

As our world has gotten ‘better’ and smarter, it seems evil is getting its fair share of opportunities. I have to worry about my children coming in contact with cyber perverts on their tablets. They can’t go trick-or-treating from door to door. (Yes, I went without my parents.) And sadly, I don’t feel safe letting them play cowboys and Indians with toy guns in the front yard for fear of being shot by someone in authority who thinks small children actually carry real guns.

(I could blog about that subject all year long….)

But things of the past weren’t that bad, right? My mother always tells me the old paths are the best.

Stop for a second and look around. History, good and bad, is always repeating itself. You'll never get away from it, especially in the news and in the fashion world. (Ugh, whoever brought back Buddy Holly glasses should be slapped with a fish.)

So before you call someone old fashioned, take a moment and try to walk in their shoes. Our life experiences mold us. They make us the unique individuals we truly are. 

Yep, variety is the spice of life. ;)

Thursday, September 8, 2016

NEW RELEASE ~ Triple Play
HOT BDSM ACTION by Nia Farrell

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Warning: This story touches on the subject of child abuse and may contain triggers.  It is written for ages 18+.


Rowena Campbell has always been the naughty twin.  After the Viking Raid and her worst walk of shame ever, she recognized that she was misusing sex.  In therapy for her sexual addiction, three months celibate, Rowena is better than fine, with a successful erotic blog and book deal by her alter ego, ginger-wigged Regina Wright.  When Scottish billionaire Micheil MacDonald wants Regina at his brother’s birthday party, she agrees to attend three scenes as an observer only.  A triple play in Imperial Rome, Prohibition Chicago, and Lewis Carroll’s Wonderland, no kink, no sex – and no lies, per his terms, with half a million dollars riding on the line.  Surely she can manage that?
Micheil MacDonald is a widower with a child recovering from the fatal accident that claimed his wife.  He sweeps into Rowena’s life like a force of nature, brushing aside her protests, determined to be the exception to her rules.  But Rowena has scars that no one can see.  Secrets that have never been shared – not even with her twin.  Telling the truth was never supposed to be this hard.

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“If you like your kink with period reenactment, then you may enjoy Farrell's Replay series. While Rowena's twin starred in Book 1's Viking Raid, this second book features Rowena the naughty twin. Rowena can be a brat, especially since she can don on different identities and chance upon the handsome Dom in question (Micheil, in this case) in the least expected places. Her quirky attitude is endearing and had me turning the pages. Since the loss of his wife, Micheil is finally in a good place and ready for Rowena by the time she appears. Great storyline. Captivating read. Highly recommended.

If you like your novellas with a good story, really really hot sex and a Dom with an brogue I sometimes had a hard time understanding, but when I listened to him in my head it was a bit easier, then you will want to read this book!! Rowena, who actually has three identities (the vixen and author too) meets a Dom she has a hard time saying no to and the story unfolds, and what a story it is!! Rowena has recovered from the Viking Raid and isn't looking for anymore "play" but Micheil has other plans. That's all I'm going to divulge so if you want to know more then I recommend you buy this book. But don't read it outside or in front of anyone like I did. You will want to be all by yourself to experience it all, or maybe with someone else, that's up to you!! Enjoy!!!”

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“Why me?”
One corner of his mouth curved upwards.  “Yer book,” he said.  “I wanted tae meet ye and was willing tae pay for the privilege.”
“Um.  Thank you.  I think.”  She wondered if he had a sub who’d benefitted from the experiences and research that she shared online.  She had let her followers know that a book was coming, had kept them updated on her progress.  The manuscript was done, but only her publisher had seen it.
Micheil dipped his head at the Replay owner, who was ordering punishment for a slave girl.  “St. Leger told me that ye command a hefty appearance fee.  My offer was purely a guess.  Since ye agreed tae the terms, I take it that the contract met yer expectations.”
“Yes,” she said simply, following his gaze when it failed to return.  The slave was stripped and bound to a column.  Tiberius Piers snapped his fingers and a tray of floggers appeared.  He picked one of softest leather and introduced her to it, stroking her sides, rubbing her back, tracing her cheek, then stepping back and laying on the first set of stripes.
Rowena clamped her thighs together, cursing her traitorous body, feeling the creamy moisture between her legs.
He must have heard her breath catch.  “Ye like it.”
“Do ye wish it for yerself?”
“Yes,” she breathed.  “And no.”
His blue eyes considered her, a lambency in their depths that she could not fail to recognize.  “Explain.”
“I wish it were me,” she admitted, “but not with Piers.”
Don’t make me say it.  Don’t.
He stepped closer, not touching except for the breath that fanned her hair and bathed her in his heat.  “If not St. Leger, lass, with whom?”
“You, Sir.”  Her voice was the barest whisper.  “But we can’t.  I can’t.”
The Dom came out, full force, and he was not happy.  “Why not?” he rumbled, his voice rolling like thunder while his eyes sparked St. Elmo’s fire.
“The contract?”  She lowered her gaze, fighting the urge to drop to her knees in a submissive’s pose.
He blew out harshly.  “And if I said, damn the contract.  Tear it up and I’ll give ye half a million anyway?”
Her chin came up as she threw her head back far enough to meet his gaze.  Humorless.  Not even a hint of irony.
“You’d do that?” she asked.  “Seriously?  For one night of play without sex?  Remember, my rule is one time.  You punish me tonight, and you won’t touch me for the rest of the weekend.”  Why was that so hard to say?  Damn him.  Damn her body, begging her to reconsider.
He smiled darkly.  “Make an exception,” he said.  “Ye tried tae top me in the bookstore.  Ye knew exactly what ye’d done and pretended ye did nae understand.  For that alone, ye need a spanking.  Two spankings.  I should be the one tae give them.  It’s only fair.”
If she wore panties, they’d be sopping wet.  The Vestal Virgin was yearning for the path to ruination.
“It would be fair,” she agreed, “but it can also wait.  I gave my word.  Three nights.  No kink.  No sex.  I’m not a liar.  Don’t try to make me one.”
“Exceptions tae the rule,” he reminded her.  “Ye said ye’d observe the scenes.  Nothing was said aboot wha’ happens outside them.  When the play winds down and they shuffle us out in the wee hours of the morning, what happens next is up tae us, aye?”
Tempting.  My god, he was so tempting.
And he was right.  Outside Replay, anything goes.  Except…
“Then we’re back to one time.  Once.  No repeats.  Is that what you want?”
She thought she sounded unshakeable.  He smiled as if she’d just agreed to his terms.  “I want tae feel that fine arse of yers under my hand.  Forget yer rules.  Do what’s right.”
His voice had dropped to a rumble that pushed every button she had.  She whimpered, as if she could already feel herself bent over his lap, panties around her knees, his large hand exploring the landscape of her posterior as he familiarized himself with the terrain, deciding how he wanted to change it for his pleasure.
“I could tie ye up.  Ye’d be beautiful, bound tae my bed.  I might just have tae keep ye there.”
“Once,” she said weakly.

“Lass,” he murmured, his Scottish burr thickening.  “Ye ken ye owe me times three.  Once for trying tae top me.  Once for playing innocent aboot it.  Once for nae letting me ken who ye were.  We have three nights of scenes tae get through.  I’ll give ye time tae consider yer sins against me.  At the end of each night, ye will present yerself tae me.  Ye will submit.  Ye will suffer, but I’ll give ye what you need.  Three punishments and aftercare.  I promise ye, I am verra good at both.” 


Length 20,232 words / 100 pages

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