Blackmail has never been so sexy

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Thank you for having me today, Measha. BLACKMAILED ends my four book Virginia Bluebloods series with Wes’s story. I’m so thrilled with the success of this series-readers wonderful comments have made the past year of hard work worth every moment! All four titles can be read as stand-alone books, but, of course, I recommend reading all four!

A little Q & A:

What inspired you to write your first book?

I had been reading spanking erotica for a while and finally got tired of reading the same thing over and over-bratty girl gets punished, complains and cries through spanking then acts up again and again. I wrote Susie’s Awakening to show the difference between erotic spanking and disciplinary spanking. Even though I’ve written numerous scenes where the spanking started out as a punishment, it always turns into erotic foreplay, most times surprising my female character with her response to the stimulating pain.

Do you have a specific writing style?

Yes-I include both the male and female character’s points of view when writing, most times in the same scene. In the ten years I’ve been doing this, I’ve only received 2 negative comments-all other reader & reviewer comments on this style have loved it.

Can you share a little of your current work with us?

The book I just finished-still untitled!- is about a sister determined to find clues to her sister’s disappearance and the sheriff and Scotland Yard detective who don’t want her interfering with their investigation. Not only can she not resist getting involved, she also can’t resist either of these guys or her response to their means of keeping her line!

Is there anything you find particularly challenging in your writing?

Dialog. I’m a quiet person by nature-would rather listen than converse-so I struggle with dialog, especially lengthy conversational scenes.

BLURB:

Charlotte Heffington can no more ignore Wes Montgomery’s coercion into a short affair than she could forget the erotic experiences he gave her their one night together. After several exciting, pleasure-filled trysts, she starts questioning whether she would be able to walk away unscathed and accept the future her cousin has mapped out for her or be left to crave the pleasures only Wes could give her. When Wes turns on her, she’s finally had enough of others manipulating her life and vows to take control of her future.

Wes swore off relationships after a betrayal left him bitter towards women, but he reluctantly finds himself drawn to a woman who looked completely out of her comfort zone when she walked into a downtown bar one Friday night. After caving to her inexperienced come-on and his uncharacteristic response, he spends an unforgettable night with her. A week later, a chance meeting reveals her true identity and he feels taken in all over again. In a rash move, he blackmails her into an affair that turns the tables on him when he finds himself feeling things for her he’s never felt for another woman. Hearing she’s engaged shatters his belief in happily ever after again and his angry tirade when he confronts her separates them on a bitter note.

After learning the truth, Wes tries to make amends, but when that fails, he resorts to drastic, pleasurable means to convince her to give him another chance, but will it be enough?

Check out these other titles in the Virginia Blueblood series: Blindsided, book one, Bind Me To You, book two and Surrender To Me, book three.

DISCLAIMER: This book contains the spanking of adult women, explicit sexual scenes including BSDM. If any of these offend you, please do not purchase this book.

EXCERPT 2:

“Did I mention I insist on being in charge? Like this.” He took her mouth again, his assault deep and hard, her response quick and eager. Slipping his hand under her skirt, he caressed up her smooth thigh until he reached a surprisingly full, soft buttock. With his mouth glued to hers, he kept her busy with his tongue as he delved inside her panties and lowered them to just below her ass. Then got her attention with a hard swat on one buttock.

Surprise more than the sudden sting from his slap had Charlotte jerking her head back, the warmth spreading over her cheek matching that covering her face. “What was that for?” she asked, praying her voice didn’t reveal the shocking pleasure spreading from her tingling butt down to her sheath.

“A little example of what I’ll do if you don’t give me the control I’ll insist on when we get to your room. Think hard and fast-what the hell is your name?”

She couldn’t help it. She giggled like a teenager on her first date instead of a grown woman about to have raunchy sex with a complete stranger. “Charlie,” she told him, liking the sound of her abbreviated name, and liking him, gruff exterior and all.

Pressing the Start button on the elevator panel, he responded with a wry grin tugging the corners of his mouth. “I’m Wes, and,” he squeezed the buttock he slapped, “if you don’t want those doors to open on your exposed, red ass, I suggest you answer me. Fast.”

Charlotte could think of only one way to respond to the rough urgency she heard in his voice, the same rough urgency spreading through her, brought on by that stimulating smack and threatening to send her spinning out of control soon. “Yes, I’m sure.”