Throwback Thursday to The Venus School

 TBT! - The Venus School #tbt

So, when I threw it back to Forced Bet I talked about how I always forget that it was my first book... that's because I always think that The Venus School was my first book!

Like Forced Bet, The Venus School was originally a Literotica story and there were some very invested readers (*cough* Katherine Anderson *cough*) who were commenting on every chapter of the story and then when it when it was done I received several emails asking me if I could turn it into a book so they could own it. Just in case something ever happened to the website or something. And I said, sure, let me look into this self-publishing thing...

And then for some reason I released Forced Bet first lol. But The Venus School came out only a month after. Then everything just kind of kept rolling along and here we are.

This story was inspired by an amazing book called The Madame X School of Sex (unfortunately no longer available for purchase anywhere that I can find). In Madame X, a boss finds out that his assistant is going to the school and he's inflamed with jealousy. He used to be an instructor there, so he pulls a favor and returns to claim her.

The book was hot AF. My only problem with it was that the heroine only made it to ONE class before he claimed her and it was a massage class! Where, of course, he was the one giving her a massage. Super hot, sure, but I had been SO excited to read about all the sex classes!

Since I had already started writing on Literotica I realized, hey, I started writing for the website so that I could write the things I wanted to read and I really want to read about the classes, so why not make my own school of sex? And I can make it a love triangle so that she's not going to get claimed too soon!

Because, it being me, I still wanted that HEA.

So I started writing and posting each chapter to the website, and watched as Team Justin and Team Chris formed in the comments. At the time, I didn't know who Jessica was going to choose, I was just enjoying writing the story. Then, this one commenter kept popping up (*cough* Katherine Anderson *cough*) who begged me not to make her choose.

My brain went whaaaaaaaat?

But around that time, purely by chance, I also started reading Lexi Blake and Shayla Black's Masters of Menage series which had heroines getting their HEAs with not one, not two, but THREE heroes. And I realized oh... she doesn't have to choose.

The series on the website actually had three endings. One for Team Justin, one for Team Chris, and one for the readers who had started rooting for Team Both. When I got the emails asking for a book version, I was like you know... I could easily keep this story going past the school.

After reading Masters of Menage I had moved on to Bianca Sommerland's Dartmouth Cobras series and I loved the drama in her books around the heroine having more than one partner. That felt very real life to me and I wanted to explore it for Justine, Chris, and Jessica. Also I had moved on to reading Lexi Blake's Masters and Mercenaries series, Kallypso Masters' Masters at Arms series and Cherise Sinclair's Shadowlands series and the idea of a BDSM club had gotten stuck in my head, as well as a bunch of new characters.

I wanted to connected the club and characters I had in my head to Justin, Jessica, and Chris. Because Justin and Chris needed friends and Olivia was growing in my head already as well. Plus I wanted someone for Hilary.

So I published the book and changed the ending so that things could continue after they got home, which I felt was the more realistic ending anyway lol.

The cover has been through a few incarnations over the years and it'll probably go through another change eventually, though I love my lingerie covers lol.

If you haven't picked up The Venus School yet... this first book is still 90% smut since it was originally on an erotic@ website lol. There's a smidge of plot. Most of the plot starts in the second book though.

Teaser Tuesday: Disorder

 

Here's a little tease from Law & Disorder which releases on June 21st! CLICK HERE to grab your copy for the special preorder price =)

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Iris

Hello again, consequences of my own actions… how I loathe thee.

Slumped in the chair in front of Master Patrick’s desk, arms crossed over her chest, Iris felt like she was in high school, sitting in the principal’s office all over again. She’d spent an awful lot of time there as a teenager, and she didn’t like it any better now that she was an adult. Schoolgirl role play was probably never going to be her fantasy for that reason alone.

Though, the fact that she had absolutely no attraction to Master Patrick might have something to do with it. But she did have an absolutely unwanted attraction for the man standing next to him, scowling like he was her 11th grade history teacher and she’d just thrown a spitball at him. Why she found Master Law so hot when he could be such an uptight prick, she had no idea, but he made her tingle in all the right places even when he was lecturing her.

And man, did he lecture her a lot.

Which was also her own fault, since she’d been volun-told to be a submissive for the Dominance 101 class. It was supposed to remind her of all the things she’d learned in her Subbie 101 class. The upside was she’d met some new friends. The downside was that she’d been reminded on a weekly basis just how attracted she was to Master Law, who only noticed her when she was acting up. Though, that did seem to be her lot in life… men who only cared about her behavior when she wasn’t behaving.

“Iris, I thought we talked about this.” Master Patrick – she made the point of thinking about him with his honorific when she was at Stronghold, and not as her big brother’s friend Patrick – ran his hand over his bald head, rubbing the back the way he did when he was extra annoyed but trying to be calm. “You cannot interrupt people’s scenes, even if you don’t like what’s going on in them.”

“I’m sorry,” she muttered. She really was sorry, this time. The Dom hadn’t deserved the way she’d yelled at him. Humiliation kink was not her thing, but she shouldn’t have interrupted the scene. She got it. And she really hated having to have it rubbed in her face that she’d done the wrong thing with the best of intentions.

Again.

She was never going to like humiliation kink, but next time she’d remember to look and make sure the submissive really wasn’t okay with it before she jumped in. Probably.

“If you were anyone else, we’d be having a discussion about kicking you out right now.” Master Patrick’s gaze met hers and Iris sat up straight in her chair. He wouldn’t… would he? “The fact is, I have been far too lenient with you because you’re Andrew’s little sister.”

“You aren’t going to actually kick me out, are you?” she asked worriedly, and she saw his gaze soften.

Others might look at the kink club owner and find him intimidating – considering he was well over six feet tall and built like a linebacker, plus the scar that ran down his face thanks to a childhood incident involving his best friend and some swords – but Iris knew he was a teddy bear. It didn’t hurt that his submissive, Lexie, had a soft spot for Iris, but Lexie wasn’t here right now and she couldn’t help but wonder if that was deliberate.

Behind Patrick’s chair, Master Law shifted his stance slightly, but she didn’t look at him. If she saw hope on his face it was going to crush her. It wasn’t that Iris wanted to be bad or that she didn’t want to be liked, it was just something that kept happening. And Mr. Burly, Brooding, and Hot really got under her skin.

“I’m not kicking you out,” Patrick said, and Iris sagged back down with relief. Patrick raised his eyebrow at her. “But you’re running close to your last chance, no matter who your brother is.”

Yeah, that was bullshit and they both knew it. Andrew would throw a fit if she was kicked out and ended up going to some of the other local clubs, where he wouldn’t know whether or not she was safe. For that matter, she was pretty sure Lexie would throw a fit.

But the fact that he was willing to say it meant he was down to his last nerve with her, and the last thing she wanted to do was cause an issue between her brother and one of his friends. Andrew already thought she was a fuckup of massive proportions, no matter how hard she’d tried to clean up her act, she didn’t need to give him more ammunition.

“Okay, so what now?” she asked, pressing her fingers together nervously in her lap.

Master Patrick leaned forward, holding eye contact with her. His dark face was serious, without a hint of humor or his hidden teddy bear interior. If he wanted to make her nervous, he was doing a good job.

“You’re going to spend the next month as a server at Stronghold. For free. You will not be allowed to scene. While you are there, you will spend one hour of every shift watching scenes in the Dungeon and taking notes on what is happening in the scene and how the submissive is reacting. Not how you are reacting, how the submissive is.” Master Patrick’s lip quirked slightly when she made a face, but she didn’t protest.

The ‘punishment’ was more than fair, and it fit the crime, as it was.

If Iris had paid more attention to how the submissive was reacting to the name calling from her Dom, rather than just hearing the words and seeing tears, she might not have jumped in. Because the submissive had been way more embarrassed by Iris interrupting the scene than she had been by being insulted.

“Yes, Sir,” she said, nodding.

“You will not interrupt any more scenes. If you do see a submissive in distress, you will get a Dungeon Monitor. And you will listen to and respect all of the dominants in the club.” There wasn’t any discernible change in Master Patrick’s voice or his demeanor, but suddenly he was very much Master Patrick and Iris felt herself sitting up straighter without thinking about it. Some Doms could have that effect.

“Yes, Sir.”

“Now get out while I have a discussion with Master Law.” Patrick waved his hand at her, the switch flipping back off again as soon as it had flipped on.

“Thank you, Sir.” Iris bounced to her feet and booked it to the door before he could change his mind. Unfortunately, she wasn’t fast enough to outrun the sound of Master Law’s furious exclamation as the door to Patrick’s office started to swing shut.

“Are you serious, Patrick? That girl is nothing but trouble.”

Iris winced, pressing her lips together against the emotion that suddenly welled in her chest. It wasn’t like the first time she’d heard someone say that. It wasn’t even the hundredth.

So why did it hurt so much more to hear Master Law say it?

Her mood, which had been a lot lighter after she realized Patrick wasn’t going to kick her out or go to her brother, plummeted.

TBT - Forced Bet is now FREE!

#TBT - Did you know that Forced Bet is the first book I ever self-published? So it was also the first book cover I ever made LOL. Check that thing out!

One of my readers contacted me at some point and asked if she could help me with my covers. She was a graphic designer and she did the amazing green cover. 

In 2020 I finally updated from that cover to the current classy lady.

I actually always forget that Forced Bet was published before The Venus School, I tend to think it was the other way around, but I recently checked and NOPE! It was Forced Bet!

The story was originally written for Literotica because I wanted to have a story about a heroine being blackmailed into doing all sorts of filthy things. It was never supposed to be a romance. When I was writing for Literotica so many people were disappointed that it didn't end with a happily-ever-after that I ended up writing a follow-up story to turn it into a romance.

When I did the re-write, I turned all of that into the Poker Loser Trilogy but with a lot more updates and changes. The last book of the Trilogy is so different from what I originally wrote for the website that I don't think it's even recognizable at this point. The first book still has a lot in common with the original story.

Since we're coming up on the 10th Anniversary of Forced Bet's release next month (which means the 10th Anniversary of me being a writer!) I've made Forced Bet into a freebie  CLICK HERE to grab your copy asap!

Since it's my oldest book, the writing is a little rougher, the plot is a little more shallow, and the characters take a little longer to really develop, but I hope you all enjoy!

Oops, April Didn't Happen - A Ramble

 So I didn't update this blog at all in April.

Oops.

Lots of things were going on. I was coming to crunch time on finishing Law & Disorder and getting it to the editor, A Season for Smugglers release was coming up... and then the toddler brought home COVID from school.

It ended up being a bit of a month.

Thankfully, we had the 'mild' cases (which sucked balls, btw), but it definitely did a number on my brain and on my writing speed, which put Law & Disorder even further behind. Thankfully, I managed to finish it anyway and now I've moved on to working on Taco Daddy.

Yeah. You read that right.

And I'm world building.

He's not only a part of Chef Daddy's world, there's also a Cheese Daddy (who will appear in the Dirty Daddies Spring Anthology next year) and a Plant Daddy.

And all three of these new daddies go to the Outlands. That's right! More glimpses of the characters from Dungeons & Doms as well =D 

I'm super excited about all of it.

In the meantime, we're enjoying the nicer weather of spring. Little Fuss is THRILLED to be able to run around outside and eat dinner on our back porch. Sometimes she still asks to go 'home,' by which she means our old house, but it's less and less. Getting COVID kicked it off again but that was the first time in a while that she had asked for that and I think it was just because she was feeling SO sick, poor baby.

I'm continuing to celebrate book releases by putting together my dream office. For A Season for Smugglers, I redid the clothing closet in my office to be a supply closet.

It mkes me really happy. Especially since everything that you can see in the closet there was originally sitting in a corner of the room. *shudder* The disorganization and clutter was starting to get to me. I'm not sure what I'm going to get next. I think it's either going to be a bookshelf (to go in the corner where all that clutter was) or a filing cabinet.

And these are the things I get excited about as an adult... LOL. 

Alrighty, time for me to get back to work, but I'm going to try to keep the blog up better this month! <3

TBT - The Mistress Gets the Man

 #TBT to Benedict's Commands!

When I wrote Benedict's Commands, it was because I had read SO many historical romances where the hero has been sleeping with his mistress for long enough that she's started to expect that they're going to eventually get married... and somehow that's treated as completely unreasonable on her part, as if it's just WILD that she would even THINK that the man that's been fucking her for the past year, spending his free time with her, and showering her with gifts would even CONSIDER marrying her... and then he goes on to marry the virgin he just met who turns out to be the best sex he ever had.

It's my least favorite trope, even though I do end up hating those characters because they're always written as being bad people as well, and I got mad and wrote Benedict's Commands with a widow who has been his lover for months getting a HEA with him. Not only that, but she'd had other lovers in between him and her husband.

*gasp*

Yeah, I like to do the things you're not supposed to do

And you know what, I freaking love this book. I wish more people would read it. I can literally see in my sales that a third of the people who read this series skip over Benedict and Christina and jump straight to Arabella and Thomas. I don't know if it's because they just HAVE to know what happened to Arabella or if it's because some people just aren't interested in having a mistress become the wife, but it's a pattern that I can't ignore because it's like that every month.

Also, Benedict does something particularly naughty with her hairbrush.

Maybe next time I write this storyline I'll go even farther and there'll be a scheming virgin, planning on stealing the hero away from the mistress.... lol

99c This Week! - Dealing With Discipline

 

This series was the start of my historical romance journey! I wrote the first book (Birching His Bride, which is always free!) because I wanted to see if people might be interested in reading historical romance by me. But not regular historical romance, not even steamy historical romance - I wanted spanking historical romance. I wanted the sweeping romance that I was reading (I adore Stephanie Laurens, Lisa Kleypas, Sara Maclean, etc) but with spankings and punishment.

At the time, there were not a lot of options for BDSM / spanking historical romance. I found a lot of erotica, a lot of age play, and a lot of regular romance (and I did find Annabel Joseph!) but it was hard to find exactly what I wanted. So I decided to try my hand at writing them.

The first series is my Domestic Discipline Quartet and it's particularly naughty. It's not for everyone. It's far more bodice ripper than any of my other series, with reluctant heroines submitting to discipline, non-con and dubcon spankings, and wildly passionate sexy times in the aftermath.

And because it's my heroines, a little spanking is never going to stop them from doing what they want.

This week only, you can read Dealing with Discipline for just 99c!

Teaser Tuesday - Lily's in More Danger Than She Realized

 

Lily

Head throbbing, Lily moaned as she slowly came awake. Something cold and wet pressed against the side of her head where she hurt the most.

“Thank you,” she murmured.

There was no answer. Hardly polite. She tried to move her arms, but they were behind her for some reason because… because she was sitting on a chair.

No. She was tied to a chair.

Lily jerked upright, her head snapping back, and she cried out as her headache exploded in a new burst of pain.

“Stop moving about.” The frustrated voice brought everything back to her.

The carriage ride back to Derbyshire. The highwayman. Her poor dead driver and his threat to Chastity. Going with him willingly. Trying to knock him off the horse – and failing miserably.

Groaning, she let her head hang back down, endeavoring to appear as pathetic as she could. Sadly, it took very little effort.

“There now. Better.” The man sounded very satisfied. Lily lifted her head again, much more slowly this time. She peeked at her captor through thick lashes. The inside of the cottage was gloomy, and his back was to the only open window, which made him hard to see. The light coming in through the window was not very strong either, as if the trees were blocking the sun, or perhaps clouds had rolled in front of it. Possibly both.

It appeared as though he was still wearing the hat and scarf, though he had pulled the scarf down to cover just under his chin and below. With the poor lighting, she could not see his face any better than she had when he’d accosted her carriage.

Keeping her movements slow, Lily looked around the room. The cottage was sparsely furnished and dusty, but showed signs of use. It was not completely abandoned. A hunter’s cottage? There was a table and chairs by the window with the drawn curtains, a small stove, cupboards and drawers, and even a bed. Lily turned away from the bed, her blood chilling. So far her kidnapper had not shown any interest in actually ruining her, but she could hardly forget the possibility was there.

Moving over to the far wall, where there were some shelves, the villain had his back turned to her while he opened up a box. Lily immediately pulled at the ropes around her wrists, testing how much give they had. She mentally blessed Evie, who had prepared her friends for all sorts of eventualities. Not just boxing and shooting, but things they thought would never happen to them – like being tied up with rope.

The highwayman had only tied her wrists and while it was tight enough, he’d used a thick rope that had more give than some she’d gotten out of in the past. It had been a while since she’d had any practice at this, but she was sure she could work herself free if given the chance.

When he turned back around, she froze, watching him warily, but he did not glance up at her as he went and settled down at the table. In profile, when he was walking, she could see his hawkish nose and dark brows, but when he sat at the table he did so with his back to the window, putting his entire face in shadow. It felt particularly ominous and she did her best to press her arms behind her back so she could keep pulling and stretching at the ropes around her wrists without being obvious.

“Well. Miss Davies. I have a few questions for you.” He placed the items he’d gotten from the box on the shelf in front of him, smoothing his hands over the paper and setting the pen against it before looking up at her.

Lily froze as several pertinent facts hit home.

He knew her name.

He spoke like a nobleman.

And he wanted her to answer questions. He was not writing a ransom note.

She might be in more dire straits than she’d realized.

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