Thursday, April 14, 2016

Guest Post - 4/14/16 - A Heart's Endeavor by Mary Wehr #SpankingRomance #Depression

A Heart's Endeavor tells a story about a woman's battle with depression.  It's difficult for people who don't suffer from the illness to understand how disabling depression can be if not treated properly. Depression isn't something you can simply snap out of.  Mary suffers from depression, as do I. Both of us know all about panic attacks and have days when we just wish for peace of mind.

Mary says taking medication to help ease the symptoms isn't a sign of weakness. It's a sign of strength and nothing to feel ashamed of, and I totally agree with her. Here's an excerpt from "A Heart's Endeavor." We both hope you enjoy it.


Cool air assaulted her breasts. Jack suckled each nipple in turn. He tugged her dress further so it lay bunched at her waist. His licked her belly, then moved downward and delved into her naval. Soon, he was licking her pussy through her wet panties. The silken material triggered a friction so hot and intense that Mel bucked against his mouth.
She heard a loud ripping sound and gasped when his mouth covered her bare pussy. Dear Lord, the man had ripped her panties from her body. This dominant side of Jack had her panting for more of his rough handling. He dropped kisses along her inner thighs, growled, and covered the flesh between her legs with his mouth. Mel screamed and dug her fingernails into his shoulders. She rocked her pussy and shamelessly rode his face as wave upon wave of an incredible orgasm overtook her. She swore her toes curled.
Jack moved back up her body and rested his forehead against hers. She kissed him frantically and tasted herself on his lips. Mel reached between their bodies and stroked his cock. She licked her lips.
“Baby, you’re looking to have a cock shoved down your throat.”
Mel gently pushed at his chest and dropped to the floor on both knees. “I want you deep in my throat while I suck you off.” Her hands shook slightly as she slowly unbuckled his leather belt. She carefully rasped his zipper down inch by agonizing inch.
Mel’s mouth went dry at the erection tenting his white boxers. The man had to be sporting at least nine inches. Moisture trailed down the inside of her thighs. She was so ready for this. For him. The mere thought of taking his hard male flesh into her mouth had her on the verge of another orgasm.
Jack arched upward and pushed his boxers to his feet. His cock sprang free amidst a cluster of dark hair. Mel’s heart raced. He was so big, so hard, and oh-so-mouthwatering she couldn’t wait to wrap her lips around him. Savoring his musky scent, she leaned forward and tongued his cockhead, licking away the drop of fluid seeping from the tiny slit. He tasted delicious, and she dove in for another nibble. Jack’s slow hiss boasted Mel’s self-esteem. She hadn’t felt this confident in her ability to please a man in years. His praise for her prowess urged her to take him fully into her mouth until the hairs on his groin tickled her nose. She sucked him greedily as if he was a lollipop.
“God, woman, your mouth is incredible.”
Mel licked his cock from base to tip and cleaned the milky white fluid seeping from his cockhead. Scooting closer, she ran her fingers down his slick, muscled arms and gripped his hands. She curled her fingers around his wrists and lifted his hands to her head. Jack cupped her jaw and forced her mouth to open wider.


There are times when it's best to allow your heart to overrule your head.

Being diagnosed with depression not only messed up Melanie Manning's life, but her marriage as well. Her husband made it very clear that he considered her "damaged goods" and he didn't have time to coddle a mentally ill wife. After his sudden death, Melanie knew she was destined to be alone. Loneliness sounded a hell of a lot better than exposing her illness to another man. Her self-esteem couldn't survive another blow.

When state trooper Jack Horan meets Melanie, the attraction is immediate. Her deep blue eyes make him weak in the knees, but those eyes also hold a hint of sadness. Jack is determined to wipe away her pain, but how can he do that when Melanie refuses to let him get close to her?

Can Melanie learn to face her fears and trust her heart in the hands of another man?

Content Warning: some strong language, spanking, and sex play with a piece of fruit wielded by a hot guy in uniform.

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About the Author:

I can totally get into reading about strong, stern heroes and the sassy women who love to drive them up a wall. LOL. Of course, when these ladies get way too out of hand, the hero doesn't think twice about dishing out a good spanking. I write Contemporary DD Romance and Historical Western Spanking Romance.

Aside from reading, I like to go for long walks. I also have a weakness for animals. My yard is full of squirrels, chipmunks and birds. Deer pass through once in a while which is always nice to see. I honestly don't know what I'd do without my furry, feathered friends. Thank you so much for buying my books. I'd love to hear from you. E-mail me at:

Happy reading!

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  1. Wow, that was hot! I love the premise, I am familiar with depression having a few loved ones who are sufferers.


  2. Thank you, Kathryn, for having me on your blog. It's looks beautiful. I love that couch ;) I believe that depression is often passed off as someone just being overly emotional or moody all of the time. Some suffer in silence, ashamed to ask for help and afraid to be labeled as a 'nutcase'. Believe me, recognizing the signs and seeking help is much better than the alternative. Words like 'snap out of it' doesn't help either. Just because it involves the emotional side of the person doesn't make it less serious. Depression is an illness just like any other and can be treated with medication, but the first big step is admitting to having a problem. There still are days I'm very sad and I rack my brain wondering why, which gets me nowhere, but I give myself a certain amount of time to dwell on things that worry me, then I tell myself enough is enough. The meds help a lot, but they aren't miracle pills. Sometimes I have to really push myself to get moving. I'm blessed with a husband who understands and can tell when my meds aren't working.(He tells me my eyes don't have that usual sparkle. )
    That happened mostly when I went through the 'trial and error' period when the doc was trying to find the right medication and dosage.

    I've suffered with depression for over 10 years now so I know how I should feel and when something isn't 'right'. I wish anyone suffering from depression seeks help. It is possible to be happy again. <3

    Love, Mary

  3. Mary, I agree with you. My depression acts more like a blanket of lead weighing me down. Fatigue and apathy are my worst enemies. I've probably suffered from depression for over thirty years. I'm not emotionally sad, merely numb with an overwhelming desire to sleep all the time. It's a battle I have with my mind. Though, like you said, the meds do help. I do think depression is often misdiagnosed, since it can take so many different forms from highly emotional breakdowns to an unnatural stoic indifference to life. Seeking help is so important.

    We're here to tell you life does get better. Honest.


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