Her cheeks are nice and rosy and comfy cozy is he…
Blurb: Christmas in Alaska is magical. Catering a difficult wedding, missing her parents and friends, and a certain Lexan paddle are all making it hard for Cass to embrace the magic of the season. Will Cass be able to find the perfect Christmas present for Killian? Will she ever feel like she belongs in Slick Trench?With her typical self-deprecating aplomb, snark, and sexiness, Cass discovers that “It’s the most Wonderful Time of the Year.” And a certain paddle means that it will certainly not be a “Silent Night”. Features recipes so good you can get a bit rounder just reading them and the spanking of adult women, as well as all kinds of red hot shenanigans.
DISCLAIMER: This book contains spanking, sexual scenes, and elements of power exchange. If any of these offend you, please do not purchase.
He paused to unbuckle her jeans and yank them down. It was then that she saw the hairbrush sitting next to him. Her enthusiastic protests fell on stubbornly deaf ears. He pulled her jeans and panties down to her feet and helped her step out of them. Without a word he pulled her over one of his legs. Her knees parted as she settled over his thigh. “You know better than to refuse to come discuss something with me.”
It was not a question. She responded anyway. “I do. Yes, I do.”
“You woke up in a bad ass mood today and all I did was try to help you.”
“You will be.” He lit into her with the hairbrush, paying particular attention to spots he had not smacked with the paddle. The brush landed between her thighs and over and over again
across the crest of her bottom. She tensed and twisted, bucking like a wild animal. He gripped her tightly to him and forcefully kept up spanking her. He took her to the edge of her resistance
and firmly insisted that she cross over it. Her sobs reached a peak and the struggle went out of her. She wilted over his leg, crying but no longer fighting. “Oh thank God,” Killian muttered.
Susannah Shannon lives in the American midwest with my family. “I write romances that are funny(well, I try). I love the inner conflict of a smart, modern, independent woman who longs to submit to that one special man.”
Happy (almost) Thanksgiving, everyone! In case you need one more thing to be grateful for this year, let me present Susannah Shannon’s latest Cass Chronicles book, the aptly-named Rare! After all, it’s not often that a book can be hot as hell, laugh-out-loud funny, and make you want to get in the kitchen and cook a damn turkey, all at the same time!
Here’s the blurb: After six months in Chicago filming her TV show, Cass is delighted to be returning to Alaska. But the move home raises a number of questions. How is it possible that she loves Killian more with every passing day? Why is he so determined to take a wooden spoon on their flight? What do the people of Slick Trench think about Hazel’s ambition to bring more business to their small town? Why does Killian seem to be determined to keep the lodge just the way it has always been? Even if they do go ahead, can they get the construction project done in time to begin filming at the lodge? What is the perfect way to roast a turkey? Is ginger good for anything other than the pumpkin pie?
The true love, small town characters, laugh out loud humor, steamy sex and Cass’s even more scorched bottom are what make this book of the Cass Chronicles series so deliciously Rare.
DISCLAIMER: This book contains the spanking of adult women and elements of power exchange. If any of these offend you, please do not purchase this book.
Ready for an excerpt? How about two! First, let’s go for SPANKY and FUNNY:
Surveying the clean kitchen, she gratefully wrapped her arms around his waist. “My God, I love you.” she whispered.
He reached back around her and cupped her bottom with his hands. “Right back at ya, baby.”
She was delighted to feel his erection pressing against her. Being irresistible rocked. Setting down her cup of coffee, she reached back and stroked him. His lips were hot on her neck. She whirled to face him and pulled him closer to her. Decisively she unbuckled his belt and pushed him to the ground. She whipped off her PJ pants with a stripperesque move and with a flourish straddled him impaling herself with one hard thrust. His hands grasped her thighs as he pumped underneath him and she arched her back like she was riding a mechanical bull.
Killian reacted to the voice before she did, reflexes honed by years of tracking animals. It was the voice of her nightmares. “Yoo hoo—kids,” her mother’s voice sailed tinnily on the air.
Cass leapt off her husband so fast that for a split second she was afraid she’d broken his cock off.
Killian was able to hoist his jeans up while Cass hustled into the pantry to put her pants on. She had forgotten they were arriving. Barb had returned to teaching and her school was now on some inexplicable calendar. It seemed to her daughter that every other week school was closed. Barb and Ken had come to spend the week before Thanksgiving in Slick Trench.
“I’m so sorry, we didn’t meet the ferry,” Cass heard Killian say.
“Oh it’s fine, that nice girl from the pizza place ran us over.” Only Barb would ever think any of the girls who worked at Slick Trench Pizza were “nice.” Cass grabbed the first thing she could reach and tried to saunter nonchalantly out of the pantry. “Hi, Mom, hi, Dad. I was just grabbing something for lunch.”
Her father’s brow furrowed as he looked at what was in her hands. “Lightbulbs?”
And now how about some Thanksgiving turkey COOKING inspiration? Here’s an excerpt from the heroine’s cooking blog!
I’ve gotten a few questions about this so let me clarify—we do not raise turkeys at the lodge. A smelly loud poultry pen would not add much to the holiday experience of our guests.
However, we do purchase farm raised turkeys from our neighbors. Here’s the thing—a turkey not raised in a tiny pen will have a very different flavor than a battery bird. It will. And there is something to be said for that rich and wild flavor. BUT—and it’s a big one, a wild turkey will be less predictable in terms of tenderness. AND the flavor we all know and love in our holiday feast is the mild, white breast of a turkey of Mae West proportions. In short, I don’t think your November feast is the place to try something new.
I am here to assure you, my foodie friends, that a supermarket turkey is perfectly acceptable. Perfectly. If you want to order a heritage turkey from your local butcher—do so. You may love it and certainly it gives you foodie bragging rights. But you don’t need to mortgage the children to have a notable turkey feast. Let the grousing begin (see what I did there?)
Much has been written about how to prepare a turkey and most of it is best ignored. The days of baking a turkey for eight hours and constantly basting it are over — thank heavens. The little pop up thermometer that comes in your supermarket turkey — pull it out. It’s near the thigh and the breasts will be sad echoes of their juicily luscious selves by the time it activates.
For years I brined our turkeys and it works, although it’s a bit onerous—scouring out the cooler, making the brine, submerging the turkey in water that sort of starts to look like bodily fluids that you shouldn’t ever come into contact with.
Last year I began dry brining our birds and I am a convert. Total convert—you might find me in the airport giving away flowers with a tag that says “dry brining is the way.” It’s not entirely without effort — you will need to clear a large space in your fridge. The beer may need to go on the back porch. Sorry, fellas, we all have to make sacrifices for the holidays.
Susannah Shannon lives in the Midwest with her family. She is fascinated by the dynamic of a smart, independent woman who longs to submit to that one special man. She thinks sexy and spanky can also be funny. She can be found on Facebook – please come chat – or at https://susannahshannon.com/.
“Note to self, thought Cass, “Spanx don’t protect you from spanks…”
If you can’t stand the heat…
Cass and her beloved Killian are in Chicago filming her new cooking show. Being the star of her own TV show does not keep Cass Harper-Nelson from being herself which means she flies by the seat of her (often rather toasty) pants. Her wit and down-to-earth manner has her making new friends and embracing a former enemy when she goes head to head with an adversary from her past.
How does a conflicted, feisty submissive embrace all that life has to offer while dueling with Men’s Rights Activists? Trust her loving husband to make sure the beloved cook learns what happens when you jump out of the frying pan into the fire.
Friends from Slick Trench, Alaska, visit and a new venture is embraced. Rendered features all the love, heat, belly laughs and scrumptious recipes that are a feature of the Cass series.
DISCLAIMER: This book contains the spanking of adult women.
“I am crazy.”
He grinned. “Little bit. But hear this,” he said, putting a finger under her chin. “You’re
MY crazy. Mine. Bring me your laptop.”
She was irked by this. She wanted him to make a grand gesture—throw her over his lap and force her to surrender by setting her bottom on fire. She handed him her laptop like a sulking child. He did not appreciate this. He turned her and delivered one ferocious swat to her backside.
“Get in that corner. There’s no need for discussion at this point.”
She went. He was sexy, she’d give him that. Also an asshole, clueless and bossy. She could hear him working on the laptop. She leaned her forehead against the wall and felt sorry for herself. She wondered what he could be doing on it. She was imagining the lecture she had coming. She’d been a bitch, she’d accused him of being willing to walk away from their marriage, she’d accused him of oppressing her. The wall was cool on her skin—the wall of their apartment. Their apartment in Chicago. Where they were for her career. Where Killian had lovingly brought her. The sob caught in her throat. Her knees buckled and she caught herself with her hands on the wall. She wasn’t sure of the rules. Would she get in trouble for moving?
Killian’s hand was on her shoulder. She hoped he would gather her to him but he did not. He helped her sink to her knees. He helped support her as she bawled. He kept her in the corner. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry,” she whispered. “I am just so confused and exhausted.”
“I know,” he said. “I’m going to help you. You stay here, you can sit if you want.” Sheshifted to Indian style, fairly certain that all the rule books she had read about would say they were doing it wrong. She nodded. She would do what he said.
“Now,” his voice was low. “I will always always always,” he rubbed her back as he said this, “be your husband. No matter what. We will figure out how to do what we need to do, for us But…” There was always a “but” she thought ruefully—and it was always hers.
I live in the American midwest with my family. I write romances that are funny(well, I try). I love the inner conflict of a smart, modern, independent woman who longs to submit to that one special man.
Happy Thursday, everyone! Today Susannah Shannon is stopping by the blog to give us all the details on her brand new release, A Handful of Stars!
I LOVE the way Susannah manages to make her characters open and loving and sexy, while always managing to find the humor in a situation. I can’t wait to read this book!
Just check out that sexy, sweet cover! And here’s the blurb:
How can two people who love each other as much as Jessica and Adam do find themselves in a bitter rut? An incident at work begins to change Jessica’s views towards discipline. Is it possible that being held accountable can build up a person? Jessica is intrigued that she might have found the solution she’s been searching for.
When looking for guidance about delivering a reasonable paddling she stumbles across a professional dominatrix and a chatroom of opinionated spankophiles. Can Ms. Margaret’s advice lead to a scorched bottom and a sweeter romance?
How will Adam balance his new found authority in his marriage with his role as a prosecutor of men who assault their wives? Together, their journey of discovery leads to a more profound commitment, and lovemaking that leaves Jessica breathless.
But wait until you read this steamy excerpt!
She paused to look into his face. “Honey,” she whispered. “I deserve this. I want this. I trust you.”
He was curt. “We do this my way or we don’t do it.” He cupped her chin and looked straight into her eyes. “You can cry—you can plead. You can squirm. If you tell me ‘no’ we stop.”
She was about to say that that wasn’t how it was supposed to work, that he was supposed to ignore her yelling no unless she said a safe word or something.
He continued, “You’re going to have to play your part in this. You can tell me it hurts; you can cry that you’re sorry. If you tell me ‘no’, it’s over. I am not that guy… I don’t keep going when a woman tells me ‘no’. Can’t be. Can you meet me part way on this?”
She swallowed, he was asking her to take a part in her own discipline. To control herself while he gave her the discipline she needed so desperately. She nodded, suddenly filled with gratitude.
He stroked her hair. “Good. That’s good, because you are getting a very sore bottom tonight.” She felt the fear lift. They were back. Her relief ebbed…
I live in the American midwest with my family. I write romances that are funny (well, I try). I love the inner conflict of a smart, modern, independent woman who longs to submit to that one special man.
Hey, readers! It’s warming up around here, and for us that means…summer’s coming! What better way to spend a summer day by the pool, or beach, or on vacation…then with a sizzling summer read?
A sizzling summer spanking good read? Time for a Saturday spanking snippet!
And better yet, what if the read is a really good deal? As in…free?
Maisy Archer and I have joined up with Amelia Smarts and Susannah Shannon to bring you a collection of stories perfect for a summer read, and free for the first week!
Four sparkling summer sizzlers. One red hot collection.
Today, we’re sharing an excerpt from Meredith and Paolo’s story, “Under the Boardwalk.” They are on their way to their vacation home, and Meredith has already earned herself a trip over Paolo’s knee, which he is in no mood to let her forget.
“Oooh. Oh, Paolo. It’s just so lovely here. Look at the sun! And the palm trees! I love palm trees. Don’t you love palm trees?”
“I like palms, sure. Palm trees. Palm wine. My palm against your ass…”
Gawd. This was not working.
“You have a one-track mind,” she said, aware of the fact that an accusatory tone wasn’t really the smartest move, but really, did he have to?
“And you have a one-way ticket over my knee.”
She would have to try a different tactic.
“Palm wine is a thing?”
“Sure. So is spanking.”
Sunstrokes will be available June 6th, and part of the Scandalous Summer reads on June 15th! Get ready to stuff your kindle!
Interested in other excerpts from this collection? Susannah Shannon and Amelia Smarts are each sharing an excerpt, too! You can visit them by following the blog hop links below, and please be sure to visit our other Saturday Spanking bloggers as well!
Hello, readers! Been a bit busy here behind the scenes, and haven’t been blogging much lately. I’m excited to get back into blogging by announcing the release of my friend Susannah Shannon’s second book in the Cass Chronicles…Relish!
I loved her first book, Roasted. If you haven’t read that one yet, do! So fun, sexy, and a totally unique read. I loved reading the continuing story of Cass and Killian’s wild, Alaskan romance.
I love that they’re just normal, everyday people that are relatable and lovable!
Relish by Susannah Shannon
March 30, 2016
Book #2 in the Cass Chronicles
Cass Nelson has gotten used to blizzards, wolves and being an outsider in Slicktrench
Alaska.. While she couldn’t be happier in her marriage to Killian, the arrival of a surprise package is a potent reminder that her marriage isnt like the relationships her friends all have. She might not understand this whole being a submissive wife business, but she does understand that she can’t imagine living a life without the man she adores even if he lights up her bottom on a regular basis.
Busy with helping to run the lodge and posting on her very popular CassCooks blog, her life tips upside down with having to deal with Killian’s brother who is marrying a woman that nobody likes and an IRS auditor nosing around the lodge. Just when Cass has decided that the best way to insure a happy marriage is to totally give up her own dreams, she is offered her own TV show. Her decision to not share this information with her husband will cause all sorts of different kinds of reverberations.
Will wedding bells ring and is that howling coming from the wolves outside or the wife inside when her husband discovers that his precious wife is holding back her own secrets?
You had no idea Alaska could be this hot.
And how about an excerpt?
There was a photo album her mother had sent. Cass’s mother had been a serious scrapbooker all of Cass’s life and the digital revolution had hit her hard. She just could not give up her deckle edgedscissors, so her children still received fussily decorated scrapbooks several times a year. She set the stack of bills aside and turned her attention to the other package. It had been shipped to a C Nelson c/o a post office box. Cass wasn’t aware of having a PO box. Maybe it just automatically happened when you moved here, she thought. She used a spare key that was deep in the recesses of her bag to slit open the paper tape. Digging through the packing peanuts she spied something that was bright blue. She reached in and to her amazement was pulling a small bright blue paddle out of the box when the passenger door swung open.
She stuffed the vividly colored contraband back into the box with such force that she broke though the bottom of the parcel. She had unleashed a torrent of static ridden packing peanuts that suddenly
seemed to fill up the jeep.
“What’s in the box?” queried her mother in law. Cass tossed the box over her shoulder. It arced, leaking like a rocket shedding jet fuel , into the back seat. Cassandra spat out a packing peanut. As
per usual when she was caught off guard she began to babble.
“Mom sent me a scrapbook you can’t see it now. I’ll show you later, but I’ll definitely show you later. Nothing to hide.” She cackled like a lunatic of criminal intent. “Or maybe the cake pans were in here. I’m not sure. Something was in there. But it really doesn’t matter. We have to get home right now!” Hazel was deep in her own
thoughts and barely seemed to notice the bizarre behavior of her daughter-in-law.
Cass was unsure how she would distract her mother-in-law long enough to smuggle into the lodge the S&M contraband that she had apparently been too drunk to know she was having delivered to the PO box that she didn’t know that she had. She needn’t have worried. Hazel said,”Oh I forgot to put clean towels in cabin 2. I’ll unload the jeep later,” and nearly threw herself out of the still moving jeep as soon as they were through the open gates of the lodge.