Showing posts with label Fatal Desire. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Fatal Desire. Show all posts

Friday, October 25, 2013

A Writer's Naughty Thoughts is offering Treats for Spank or Treat #spankortreat


If you want to win prizes, you need to play by the rules.  Here they are:      
1.     Visit each blog between the Friday, October 25th and Sunday, October 27th to read the posted stories and excerpts.
2.     Leave a comment answering the story question on each blog.  You will receive one entry per blog for the grand prize drawing.  You will also be automatically entered in that author’s individual contest, if she has one.
3.     If you have visited all of the blogs, visit Ana’s blog to sign up for FIVE bonus entries to the grand prize.
Deadline is midnight EDT (UTC -4) on October 27th!!
4.     If you successfully completed the Spankee Doodle, Love Spanks, or last year’s Spank or Treat 2012 challenge, you may add “VIP” to your comments.  You will earn THREE bonus entries toward the grand prize.  (Yes, we will be doing this again.  Yes, if you successfully complete the Spank or Treat challenge you can become a VIP for our next activity!)
5.     Visit any of the participating blogs on Thursday, October 31st to find out the lucky winners.  Will it be you?

You want prizes?  Boy have we got 'em
Plus, all Spank or Treaters are eligible for free books!
  • Holding Hannah, by Maren Smith
    Available to the first 50 participants!
  • Love’s Reprise, by Cassandre Dayne, Lucy Felthouse, Olivia Starke, Kate Richards, and Anastasia Vitsky
  • Coming to Terms, by Cara Bristol, Jade Cary, Alta Hensley, Celeste Jones, Sue Lyndon, Renee Rose, and Anastasia Vitsky
Available to ALL participants who complete the Spank or Treat 2013 challenge!
Now, how to enter to win on my blog.
1. Read the excerpt I've posted from my sequel to Mortal Illusions, tentatively entitled, Fatal Desire (still being revised)
2. Leave a comment below telling me what Marcus said to cause Amanda to immediately draw back in fear.
3. Don't forget to leave your e-mail address as well, or I will have no way to contact you if you win.

As stated in the rules, a comment on my blog serves not only as an entry for my prize, but as an entry for the grand prize.

For my personal prize, which is being offered only to Spank or Treat commenters on "A Writer's Naughty Thoughts," I will award a eBook copy of any one of the following three spanking books available on Blushing Books, including my newest release Acting Lessons--readers choice.


Click a title below to read an excerpt or purchase.
Arrested by Love
A Dom's Dilemma
Acting Lessons
(Available now at Blushing Books)


SETUP: (Can be skipped if desired) This Fatal Desire excerpt: (only available here for Spank or Treat) is near the start of Chapter Five. Amanda Jones is a magazine reporter attending a "haunted" weekend with the intention of debunking the host as a fraud.  Except in her brief dealings with their "host," Amanda has determined that though Marcus Aularius has convinced her to stay through dinner, she has grave reservations about remaining in his company any longer than is absolutely necessary.  So, when he shows up at her room on the pretext of returning her confiscated reporting equipment, she asks him why he's changed his mind and he informs her since neither device will allow her contact with the outside world, he would allow her to keep them.

KATHRYN R. BLAKE'S SPANK OR TREAT STORY:
Amanda learns the truths she'd based her safety on are little more than myths.

            "What's wrong?" Marcus asked, his brow wrinkling while the electronic devices he'd confiscated lay innocuously in his outstretched hands.  "Do you not want them?"
            "Of course, I do.  But I would rather you gave them back because you wanted me to have them, not because you generously decided to let me keep them."
            His eyebrows drew together in a full frown.  "I do not understand the difference.  In both scenarios you are getting what you wanted.  What difference does it make as to my reason?"
            She nodded.  "Yeah, I know you don't understand, and that's part of the problem."
            "You shall have to teach me, then."
            Gazing into his dark eyes, Amanda said,. "I'm not a teacher, Mr. Aularius.  I am one frightened woman, who fears she is being incredibly naïve and stupid by staying."
            His posture grew ramrod straight. "I see."  His voice sounded ten degrees cooler.
            She turned slightly, careful not to give him her back, then faced him again.  "Okay, maybe you can understand this.  Why exactly do you want me to stay?"
            "Are you going to take these from me, or not?" he asked, his voice so brittle that she was surprised his words didn't shatter into tiny shards on their way out of his mouth.
            She gazed at his angry face, and thought, Yeah, I want them.  And I want you too, big guy, but I'm more than a little scared about what you might do to me if I say yes.  And I'm almost, not quite, but almost equally afraid that I will be missing out on the best night of my life if I say no.  And that's the crux of my problem.  So, what are you gonna do about it, huh?
            His rigid stance relaxed after she finished her inner tirade.  "Uh oh, Amanda," she murmured aloud.  "You should always check first to see who's on the party line before you begin chatting about the neighbors."
            When he grinned openly, she narrowed her eyes at him.  "Did you hear what I was thinking earlier?"
            "It would be difficult not to, when you broadcast your thoughts so loudly."
            She didn't know whether to be embarrassed or pissed.  Deciding she'd go with the safer emotion, she put her hands on her hips and scowled at him.  "Just how am I broadcasting my thoughts to you?"
            "Amanda, take these first, will you?" he demanded, thrusting his hands forward.  "If you don't take them now, I shall confiscate them again out of annoyance with you."
            "Annoyance with me?  What the F-K do you think I've done to be annoyed with me?"  When he just stood there with a furrowed brow, holding out her pen and recorder, she lowered her arms with an aggravated sigh.  "Fine, all right."  She started to move closer to him when an ugly suspicion formed, and she stopped.  "You're not giving me these with any strings attached, are you?"
            He frowned down at the items, then raised his hands to glance under them.  "I do not believe so, as I do not see any strings on either of these devices."
            When she laughed, he grinned back, so she reached for her equipment with a murmured, "Thank you."  But when she attempted to remove her hands; he closed his fingers over hers and gave a little tug, pulling her closer.  She eyed him with grave reluctance, but allowed him to draw her in until they stood less than six inches apart. "Oh, yeah, now you want to cuddle.  After our first fight."
            "Was that truly our first fight, Amanda?"
            "Sure felt like one to me."
            "Yes, to me also, I think."  He hesitated, then asked, "May I hold you now, as I have wished to do since I first saw you?"
            Amanda swallowed back the lump in her throat and nodded, offering no resistance when he drew her into his arms.  Then pulling her equipment in close to her stomach she leaned in against his chest.  She knew it was a mistake the moment she did it, because despite all her brave attempts to hold them back, tears began to well and fall from her eyes.  He held her close for a few minutes, not saying anything.
            When she finally pulled away, he handed her a linen handkerchief, and she laughed as she took it. "Jeesh, I thought these went out with the dinosaurs."
            Lifting one eyebrow, he said, "I am not quite that old."
            She laughed as she dabbed at her eyes.  "Yeah, I know.  I wouldn't put you a day past the Stone Age."
            He chuckled.  "You wicked, wicked girl.  I think you should be soundly thrashed for that."
            Amanda immediately drew back, taking her pen and recorder with her.
            His amused expression quickly morphed into a puzzled frown.  "I said something to upset you.  What is it?  Are you afraid I would actually thrash you?"
            Jerking her head up, she stared at him.  "Would you?"
            He was silent for a moment.  "I have already told you, many times, that I would not harm or hurt you.  So what is it you fear I would do?"
            She shrugged.  "Nothing.  It was a stupid reaction."
            "Very well.  I shall add that to our list of discussion topics for later, along with your fear of exposing your back, or having anyone stand behind you."
            Amanda felt her breath catch in her throat at that comment.  She didn't think anyone had noticed.  Closing her eyes, she took a deep breath, then said, "I think I'd be a much happier camper if you struck all three of those items from the record."
            "We'll see.  I cannot force you to answer my questions, but I can still ask them." When she didn't reply, he asked more quietly, "Do you wish to continue our interview?"
            "Yeah.  Sure.  I mean, that's why I'm here, right?  To get the scoop on you and your little weekend parties."  She sat down on the rug, facing him.
            He must have taken his cue from her, since he sat in the hallway without even asking to come in.  As she pulled her pad and pen out to take notes, he asked, "Is there some reason we are doing this on the floor?"
            "Well, you don't have any chairs out there, and I thought it would be rude for me to sit on one while you could not."
            "I see. And am I sitting out here because you do not trust me enough to let me sit in the same room with you?"
            "No.  Actually, I think you'd stay within any boundaries I set for you.  It's me I'm worried about."
            "Very well, continue then."  He pointed to her recorder.  She pressed the record button noting that he neither gloated nor even looked pleased by her confession, and she had to give him Brownie points for that. "Okay, let's see, where was I?"
            "I believe you were about to ask me about section 2C on the contract."
             A small frisson went through her as she glanced over at him.  "Yeah, I know.  I sort of put that one on the list to be discussed later as well."
            "As you wish."
            "Okay."  She sat up straighter and gave him her best professional look.  "Can you fly?"
            His eyebrow surged up as if he was surprised by the question, but he did not hesitate to answer.  "Not like Superman or Peter Pan, but I am able to lower myself from great heights without injury, and transport myself from one spot to another within a blink of the eye.  However, I do not believe I can actually 'fly', although I must admit it is not something I have ever attempted."
            "What about the affect sunlight has on you?  Is there any truth to that at all, or is it a complete myth?"
            "Not a myth, precisely.  As you gathered, I am able to stand in direct sunlight without any ill effects.  Vampires are much more powerful at night.  When the sun is up, our powers are greatly reduced.  Sometimes they disappear entirely in younger vampires.  Direct sunlight, can burn them, if the proper precautions aren't taken."
            "Okay, what sort of precautions?"
            "Much like those you mortals usually take.  If a vampire who is sensitive to sunlight needs to go outside, he should wear protective contacts, or sunglasses, and some sort of sun cream with a respectable factor.  But inside, at least for those of us who are older, daylight poses no problem at all."
            "So, how do younger vampires spend their daylight hours, if they can't play outside?"
            "Younger vampires, like children, need their rest.  So, they are often found napping during the day."
            "But, because you're older, you don't need to 'nap,' or stay out of the sun at all."
            "Yes, that is correct."
            "So, that means you lied to me."
            "That means I told you what I thought would make you feel more secure.  As long as you believed I was confined to kneeling or squatting in the shade, you considered yourself safe.  I would have maintained that illusion as long as I needed to just to have you stay and talk with me.
            "I only revealed the truth once I realized maintaining the fiction would not benefit either one of us.  That, and I was hoping you would let me hold you, although I sincerely doubted you would permit me such liberties so soon."
            "Yeah, except I did everything but throw myself into your arms, didn't I?  Simply putty in your hands, right?"
            "You were never putty, Amanda, and had I thought you would not be embarrassed having others witness our embrace, you would not have been only imagining my arms about you.  I can promise you that."
            "Yeah.  Except now I feel like a fool for believing you about that sunlight thing."
            "As I said, I would have maintained the illusion for as long as it took, if keeping out of the sun would have made you less afraid of me.  Just as I have not crossed your threshold, because my staying on the other side gives you a feeling of security.  Though possibly a false one."
            Amanda's heart skipped a beat.  "What do you mean?  This is my room, and unless I invite you in, you have to remain on the other side of my door, right?"
            "If it makes you more comfortable to believe that, then I will answer yes.  Though that is not necessarily the truth."
            Wiggling her behind, Amanda scooted a little further away from him. "Okay, let me get this straight.  Are you saying that the only thing keeping you in the hall is my mistaken belief that you cannot come in?"
            "Not exactly.  The only thing keeping me in the hall is the knowledge that you do not want me inside your room, yet."
            Amanda shook her head.  "Nuh uh.  I read about how your kind can't enter unless you're invited.  That's one of the things that protects us poor mortals against you guys."
            "You speak of the myth concerning a vampire's inability to cross the threshold of a mortal's private dwelling.  This is a hotel, not your home, and, as I've already demonstrated, few myths of the vampire lore are accurate."  When she simply shook her head in firm denial, he added, "I can prove it, if you wish, though I am not at all certain my doing so will ease your mind."
            She drew her knees up to her chin and glared at him.  "Maybe, if you can prove the only reason you are currently staying on the other side of that line is out of respect for my wishes.  That isn't necessarily a bad thing, is it?"
            His voice got very soft.  "No, sweetheart, I believe it is a very good thing.  It means your wishes are much more important to me than my own."


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