A HARDCORE preview of Destruction by Jennifer Bene

Some of you know may possibly know I absolutely am in love with Jennifer Bene’s books and her newest one, Destruction, is out NOW on Amazon!

Isn’t the cover INCREDIBLE?

Destruction Jennifer Bene

Here’s the blurb:

Vengeance and destruction are all he has left.

Lianna Mercier has everything. She’s beautiful, well-educated, her father is rich, powerful — and she works for him. The perfect little princess, raised to be just like daddy.

But it’s all a lie.

A bloody, fucked up lie, and David Gethen is about to tear it all down and destroy Lianna in the process. He wants revenge, he wants to finish the plan his father started years ago — but after he takes her, after he tortures her, he begins to realize just how wrong he may have been.

 

Here’s what people are already saying about it:

“This is so beautifully fucked up.” – Niki, ARC reader

“I just finished Destruction. I don’t know how you do it! Every freakin time you make my insides curl in on themselves and then slap me in the back of my knees. Congrats you did it again. Marvelous writing!!!” – Gabriela, ARC reader

“Loved the story! Read it right through in one sitting!” – Terri, ARC reader

 

And here’s a juicy as fuck excerpt from the book:

Lianna

Hours passed as she slipped back and forth in trains of thought without progress before he finally returned. The man wore his anger like a dark aura, somehow invisible and obvious, but the slamming of the door and the rapid rise and fall of his chest had been more than enough warning.

Her father had missed another deadline.

There was no phone call, no belt, no threats, just him as he stood over her and she bit down on the inside of her cheek.

Eventually, he sat on the mattress beside her just as he had when he’d chained her down, only this time he was completely silent. His eyes moved over her first, then his hand, tracing her skin, leaving shivers in his wake, like a tiger playing with his food.

Don’t…” she whispered on a breath as his fingers slid between her thighs, but he didn’t even pause. Thick digits slid inside her, and her hips tilted, back arching as she whined.

Still wet enough for him to move back and forth, to summon more liquid heat, to drag it to her clit and grind the bundle of nerves until she was twisting against the chains.

This was slow torture. His silence, the never-ending assault of unwanted pleasure, turning her own body against her until she had to choke off the subtle moans. Pressure was building inside her, tightening, careening her toward another shameful orgasm and those fucking eyes were on her. Watching, waiting for it.

Just as her hips started to lift, as the wet sounds from between her thighs invaded her ears, as the tension in her muscles threatened to snap — he stopped.

Her breathing came hard, nails digging painfully into her palms, and she felt tears prick her eyes as his fingers slid free. Behind the mask he was breathing just as hard, rigid muscles moving over his ribs as they expanded and contracted.

Then he positioned himself between her thighs and urgency took over his movements. Tearing at his zipper, shoving his pants down, he ripped open a condom wrapper. Cock in hand, he slid it on, abandoning the shiny foil wrapper beside them and she looked away.

“Please?” Lianna begged, whimpering, knowing it was useless and trying to prepare as he lined up and thrust deep in one smooth stroke.

For those first movements she craned her head back, staring at her bound wrists, at the wall behind her, refusing to look as he groaned and stretched her. Her body rocked, the chains clattering softly in the silence, and she felt how wet she was. It was too easy, every pinning thrust, and as he wrapped his hands around her shoulders and drove in harder she did her best to turn the moan into a cry.

This doesn’t feel good.

I don’t want this.

His knees moved out, digging into her thighs to stretch her further, ankles straining at the chains, and then he found a new angle. One that stroked his thick cock against a point inside that made her back arch, hips twitching to seek more. She gasped, unable to stop the moan, and found herself looking into his eyes. Face hovering over hers, she stared into the black fabric of the mask, something smooth overlaying a hard shell. Obscuring all his features, all of them except for his eyes, and as he stretched her again she watched his eyelids flutter closed as he groaned low. A hard snap of his hips caught her by surprise and she moaned again, louder, cursing herself as she bit down on her lip, but the damage had been done.

He started to move faster, muscles shifting in his arms and chest and abs as he drove himself deeper inside her. A keening whine escaped between clenched teeth, and she pulled on the cuffs at her wrists, meeting his eyes again to plead. “Don’t do this to me. Please.”

* * *

David

The girl felt like heaven underneath him. Soft skin, smooth curves, and her cunt was so slick, so tight. Even with the condom he was tempted to come already, but he wanted more. More of her cries, her sweet begging as she gripped him and squirmed against the mattress.

Her eyes were so fucking blue, and it made him pause as he thrust deep, feeling the tremors in her thighs, the subtle shift of her hips as she unconsciously sought her orgasm. He hadn’t been this close to her, close enough to kiss her reddened lips, to taste her mouth, to see the hints of green in her irises that made it look like staring into the clearest ocean water.

Reaching up he slid his fingers into her hair and snapped her head back, causing her to shut those bottomless eyes and clench his cock inside her. The soft cry of pleasure and pain was one he knew too well, and it made him hungry for more.

Something woke up in the cold, something that wanted to devour the pampered little princess whole, and with all his mental processing power located below his hips he didn’t care to fight it. “Take it,” he hissed above her as he forced her head back, exposing her throat as he started to fuck her hard.

Everything blurred as she begged, cried out, pleaded with him between moans and whimpers. But all he cared about was the way her limbs contracted, the way her hips lifted, back bowing off the mattress so that her nipples grazed his chest, and the all consuming grip of her cunt around him. It was torture of the best kind to hold back, to wait, to tease her with the strokes that made her make the sweetest sounds. The little gasps that were pure pleasure.

Please…” she moaned, and he could have sworn she was begging for more as her hips met his with a clap of skin. He wanted to reach down and bend her knees to her chest, but the cuffs were holding her down, keeping her spread.

Next time, he promised himself as he braced the arm gripping her hair and slid his other hand between them. Lifting up just enough to find her clit he worked himself inside her and rubbed. Her blonde brows pulled together, face pinching in a way that almost looked like pain, and then she panted, moaned, hips moving with each swirl of his thumb — and she came.

Hard.

Gripping him in a way that sent a surge of heat down his spine, melting the ice as he braced his other arm beside her and listened to her fall apart.

“No, no, no,” she whispered against his ear and he smiled behind the mask, thrusting hard again. Finding that rhythm that had her making sweet, pained sounds once more. She was too perfect. An angel fallen to earth, and he had her chained to the floor, but she felt too fucking good to care about the damnation he’d already assured himself.

Moving inside her was something he wished he could memorize, to feel forever. Like this. Slick, wet, trembling, and softly moaning as he worked them both to the edge this time. The demon inside him was howling, the chains clanking against the brackets in the floor as he fucked her hard enough to shift the mattress, and then he was gone. Fire stroking down his spine, balls tightening, as he came with a fierce roar.

The world went white for a split second, ears deaf, body crushing her softness as pure ecstasy blasted everything away. She was heaven, nirvana, and Shangri-La all rolled into one.

Perfect, but not innocent.

***

Are you fanning yourself yet? Get Destruction here on Amazon!

An excerpt from Rescued by the Woodsman

So I just released a new short (long short) story, entitled Rescued by the Woodsman. It’s book one in a series called Darkholm, set in a world I’ve been hesitating over writing about for almost a year. I kept telling myself not to, because I have been categorically told there’s no market for the concept, but then this story sort of wrote itself last week, while I was in Shanghai.

I self-published Rescued by the Woodsman on Monday morning, after deliberating over expanding it out into a longer story, because it seemed to fit 12,500 words perfectly, so it’s not the right length to send to a publisher. So, instead, I made it free here on Instafreebie.

On top of that, it’s written in the same universe as my single worst-selling book to date (Sharing the Princess). There are a few things that wouldn’t work in any other story world. As well as that, the content of Rescued by the Woodsman is pretty dark, so all in all, I decided self-publishing the Darkholm series was my best plan, although it’s not the super-dark WIP that I’m currently writing; that’s also on its way. The idea for this dark fantasy series has been at the back of my mind for a while, however. I also haven’t put it on Amazon for the time being. I thought about it, and decided I’ll see how it does on Instafreebie, then I’ll maybe put it on Amazon at a later date, when the next book in the series is released. Maybe.

Sharing the Princess isn’t quite part of this series, but it’s set in another kingdom (called Dovedalethorpe. Rescued by the Woodsman, and the next book, Shared by the Beasts, take place in Darkholm) in the same world as Rescued by the Woodsman. 

Do you like the cover? I am really pleased with how it came out, although I can see that there’s room for improvement.

Here’s an excerpt, and the blurb and a free download link are both below it:

Emmett Hartley had watched the young redheaded witch as she made her daisy chain. Since he came out here regularly with his axe, he knew her by sight, although they had never spoken. Sometimes, he saw her crying, and wondered what an evil sorcerer possibly needed to cry over. Witches had killed his mother, and he had sworn if he ever saw a witch he would kill it.

He hadn’t gone near the girl yet, though. Something about her reminded him of the gazelle he hunted sometimes with his cousin Benadrin, when he visited him in the kingdom of Dovedale. The big, soulful, green eyes had the look of one who knew they were prey, and who saw the hunter’s arrow hurtling toward their heart. She never settled, even when she was occupied with a task. Then, every so often, she would pause, staring off into the distance, before dropping everything, waving a hand and teleporting away. He didn’t know how she did that. Now, he went to where she’d been playing with flowers, but all he found were the destroyed remnants of the daisy chain she’d been making.

There was a mystery there, and while she clearly used witchcraft and therefore was his mortal enemy, she was still so young. He knew that one day she would be older and stronger, and would probably kill him, but he simply couldn’t bring himself to take her life. She was barely an adult.

He sighed and ran his hand over the stubble on his square jaw, finding no useful information to explain where she went or why she’d been tearful. Instead, he occupied himself with looking for a good tree to fell.

A Will-O’-The-Wisp fluttered into his path. He paused, knowing they led people to their doom. It hovered near him, waiting. The creatures were fey folk who had been cast out, and now they scoured the world for remnants of fairy dust dropped by other fey. This one didn’t have the wild eyes or the shredded wings of the others Emmett had seen.

“Begone!” he grumbled.

It beckoned to him. He threw a stone at it. Hateful magical creatures, haranguing him in every direction. It continued to hover. When he stepped toward it, it moved away, but as soon as he returned to his task, it was back.

With a sigh, he heaved his axe over his shoulder and followed the Will-O’-The-Wisp. He’d never seen one behave like this before, and all things considered, it was probably something else under a spell or geas. This was why he detested magic. It confused everything and created mysteries where there didn’t need to be any.

He really hoped he didn’t need to kiss a frog.

Continuing after the Will-O’-The-Wisp, he found himself going into a part of the forest he’d never thought of as interesting. Everything in his brain told him to stay out, to turn back, that nothing good ever came of being here. The trees seemed mostly dead, and charred. The static stench of evil witchcraft filled his nostrils.

Adjusting his grip on his axe, he stepped through a wall of trees, and found an abandoned, ruined tower surrounded by a high fence. The Will-O’-The-Wisp wasn’t done, however, and it flew to the twisted iron gate, then reached out its tiny hand and touched it. The gate sparked for a moment, and the Will-O’-The-Wisp jumped back, as though shocked. Emmett stepped closer, and the creature flew through the opening in the gate.

Emmett followed, and frowned. The garden of the tower had looked like it was overgrown with ivy, nettles, dandelions and tall thistles from the outside. Green things. Now, however, he saw only twisted, dead roots, grasping out of the ground like hands trying to escape the underworld. He turned to the gate and pushed a stone against it, so it couldn’t close on him. Emmett had no intention of getting trapped in this place. Clearly, foul magic was afoot. Why the Will-O’-The-Wisp had brought him here, he had no idea, but this might be a nest of witches, and he didn’t know if he’d ever get another opportunity like this to strike a blow against them.

Tiptoeing around the side of the tower, which didn’t seem to have a door, he watched a wizened old man in a black robe being followed extremely reluctantly by the girl who’d made the daisy chain. He spoke some words, then indicated for the girl to sit in a chair. With a lurch of horror, Emmett realized it was a ducking chair, of the sort used for killing witches. Why did he care what one witch did to another, though? Surely it meant one fewer for him to deal with later.

“Do you have perfect trust, Eskara?” The man asked, grinning. He was pure evil, and Emmett didn’t think anyone in their right mind ought to trust him.

“Y-y-y-yes, master,” she stammered. Eskara. Her name was Eskara. Nothing about her reminded Emmett of any of the other witches he’d seen. Even the younger ones were usually arrogant, over-confident, fake-nice, and far too self-assured. But she was something else. Was she even a witch?

“Hmmm… we shall see, won’t we?” The old man spun the wooden beam around, and plunged Eskara into the water. Her terrified eyes met Emmett’s for a split second, and his heart wrenched.

What would fix this? He gripped his axe, and went toward the man quietly, ready to fight him. Apparently, the man had eyes in the back of his head, because he waved a hand and suddenly Emmett was thrown back twenty feet. Every time Emmett ran to the girl, he was thrown back again. It was impossible.

***

And here’s the blurb:

Darkholm 1: Rescued by the Woodsman:

Eskara has been enslaved to the evil warlock Garamond for the last three years, and tonight, on her eighteenth birthday, she is doomed to become a sacrifice for one of Garamond’s spells. She doesn’t want to die, but she is resigned to her fate.

Until Emmett steals her away, that is. The hot, gruff woodcutter doesn’t know why he’s drawn to the young witch, but when he sees an evil old man trying to kill her, he has to intervene. Emmett inadvertently claims Eskara, and he has to consummate before the sun goes down or they both die. But when Garamond uses his great power to steal Eskara away again, how can Emmett ensure Eskara is safe, permanently?

Note: This is a standalone M/F short story in the same universe as Sharing the Princess, but it’s darker. The bad guy is a complete bastard. This story contains much unpleasantness. If you prefer Katie’s softer writing, this one is probably not for you!

If you want to read the rest, it’s FREE and EXCLUSIVE to Instafreebie right now! Even if you’re already signed up to my newsletter, come on over and grab a free copy as a thank-you for all your support! 😘 Get it here!

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The Last Rancher is Nearly Here!

For WipItUp Wednesday, here’s another excerpt from The Last Rancher. This one is darker than the one I shared last week, but I hope it’s a good taste for the side of this story that’s not all cow-milking and sexytimes (you HAVE been warned lol):

 

Ember:

“Ember, do you think it’s just the Brotherhood that are involved in this?” His question surprised me.

“Regular people don’t have an interest in crap like that, they’re far too busy with football player exchanges or the latest music.” It was inconceivable that regular people would be involved in this.

All regular people?”

“Sure, I mean… that stuff’s pretty all-consuming. Even my companion-doll used to think sports were important.” I remembered her voice fondly. She had been my best friend growing up. My parents even used her as a babysitter regularly.

“Companion doll?” Hadley looked baffled. I realized he probably never got one out here.

“When I was a kid, I was sent a little talking doll. Every child got one when they turned three. I called mine Sherry. She had a touchscreen in her stomach, and she taught me to read and write, how to do a bit of math, and every day, she reminded me at the right time to do dance-along with the big purple cartoon dinosaur on the TV. Sherry would do the exercise with me so I was never lonely.” At my words, the expression on Hadley’s face grew darker. “When I got older, she used to find other robot dolls nearby to wirelessly connect to. She would always seem to connect to robots with owners who shared my exact interests. That’s how I met three of the girls on the skating team, before I joined. Sherry even had a camera in her eyes so I could make videos of my day.”

Hadley sighed. “Novara just gets more fucked up every time you open your mouth.”

“Hey! She was my best friend growing up. I guess those dolls were everyone’s best friend until they were old enough to go and meet people. I shared everything with her.” I was eager to defend her. Sherry had left me with nothing but good memories.

“Why?” His question irked me.

“She wanted to know. She asked me questions about my day, what my parents had been up to, that sort of thing.” It had been nice. She had been the only thing in my life that had ever taken an interest in how I was doing.

“Holy fuck.” He ran his hands through his hair; a sure sign he was stressing.

“What?” I didn’t understand his reaction.

“You had a talking doll that spied on you and trained you to do exercise and vetted your friends before you ever met them.”

Now it was my turn to stare at him. Bile rose in my throat and the ground seemed to sway beneath me. I shook my head. “No. That’s not fair. Not Sherry. You can’t take Sherry away from me. She was my friend!” I began to cry because I realized what he said was true.

He put his arm around me and reassured me. I just wanted one thing to be real from my whole life before I met Hadley.

“It’s going to be okay, Ember. I’m going to fix this, I promise. I’m sorry I asked. If they controlled everyone that much, I don’t think they trusted them enough to let anyone else in on what they were doing to people.”

“Hadley?” I was still sniffling. I felt so despondent.

“Yeah?”

“How can we fight a secretive boys’ club who can do that to twelve million people? There’s only two of us!” It seemed like such an impossibly huge undertaking, and we weren’t anything special. We were both honest and hardworking, neither of us were especially smart, and we didn’t fully understand everything about our opponents. They, on the other hand, were smart enough to enslave a whole city, they understood everything about both of us, they knew exactly how everything in the city worked, and they didn’t play fair.

“I don’t know, babe, but we’ll think of something.” He kissed me on the forehead and his determination warmed me a little. “I promise you, we’ll think of something.”

* * *

That’s all for this week’s, but The Last Rancher is out on Saturday, and I am fizzing with excitement to share it with everyone!! In the meantime, I made this:

Do you like this picture I made?

Lots of love,
Katie xxxx

A Strapping Excerpt from Reformed by the Scotsman!

It’s WIP it up Wednesday, the blog hop where we share works in progress or recently published! Here’s my contribution:

My latest story, Reformed by the Scotsman, came out on Saturday, and I’ve got another exciting excerpt for you here. It’s the morning after Adeline breaks a window (and cuts her hand on broken glass) trying to escape from Edward’s house in Edinburgh.

Beautiful cover art by Korey Mae Johnson.

***

After breakfast, Edward took Adeline into the drawing room and bade her stand before his desk.

“Do you know why you are being punished?” he prompted. It was bloody obvious, but he wanted to hear her say it.

“Yes. I damaged your window while I was trying to leave. I’m awfully sorry, you know.”

It was impossible to repress his laughter that time. “The bally idea that I gave a hoot about the pane of glass! You are being punished because you paid no mind to your own safety, both in breaking the glass and in attempting to climb out of a second floor window. Are you aware of the height of the ceilings in this house? They are fifteen feet! Including the height from the floor to the windowledge in the guestroom, that’s a thirty-three-foot drop to the ground. Do you know what happens if you fall from that height onto hard pavement?”

She shook her head.

“You would quite probably die.” He let that sink in. “Bend over my desk, I am going to use the tawse. It seemed to be moderately effective yesterday; I think you just need more of it.”

To his surprise, she got into the prescribed position without any argument, and once she was there, it was a simple matter to fold back the silk chemise before he slid her knickers down. She had a lovely, heart-shaped bottom, with cute dimples at the top.

He would love to spend hours caressing that delightful rear, teasing the white skin, and gently swatting her sit spots until she was writhing with desire and begging him to fill her with his manhood. He was already growing hard from considering the things he’d like to do with her while she was in this position.

Not today, however. Today was about her dangerous behavior. He picked up the two-tailed leather strap and walked around behind her. He lined it up on her bottom then drew it back and smartly spanked her sit-spot with a loud crack.

She drew a breath and he was pleased that her bottom seemed to take on a red stripe almost immediately. She was so resistant to showing him when she was in pain, but he saw her adamantly fighting her own responses. The swat had undoubtedly taken effect. He slowly counted to ten in his head, then brought the tawse down on her cheeks once more. She uttered a slight moan then stifled it. If he were to get past her pride so he might change her without breaking her, she was going to require careful handling.

Barely counting to three, he landed the tawse slightly above the last stroke, and she issued a strangled cry. He suspected that, in her case, there was a very fine line between what would be effective in improving her behavior and what would be too extreme, but eight strokes would suffice this time, he decided, as he aimed the fourth one over the crest of her buttocks, then waited again as she began to breathe more heavily. He heard the effort it was taking for her to stop herself from making a fuss, and decided now was a good time for a change of pace.

The next two were spaced out, slow, and he had time to appreciate the sight before him. Her glowing bottom had taken on a delightful shade of pink, contrasting wonderfully with her pale skin above and beneath. Between her legs, he eyed the little line, like a split peach, where her sex stood out between her sparse blonde fur. It seemed to glisten slightly with her juices, and he felt his own arousal rising harder as he contemplated her, positioned over his desk like this.

“Punishment becomes you,” he murmured, then brought the tawse down once more. She yelped this time, and again at the last stroke. He left her over his desk for a moment. He was pleased that she was responding to this treatment; yesterday she would have been trying to run away by this point in her correction.

***

And if you want to know more, you can get the book here

Lots of love,
Katie xxxx

A sneaky preview of Captured by the Highlanders

It’s WipItUp Wednesday, the blog hop where writers share their works in progress or recently published work, and I’ve got an exciting excerpt to share with you!

Oooh this one is a ménage! 3 guys, one girl, and it’s all about her! Isn’t that the best sort of ménage? In case the title didn’t give it away, the 3 heroes in this story are all Highlanders, although the action takes place in the Lowlands.

Set in 1899, it’s the story of a sassy Irish girl who’s escaping an evil English duke who kidnapped her. When she meets three Highlanders, they think she’s part of the duke’s entourage, so they try to kidnap her to ransom back to the duke. Sparks, of course, fly, when they find out her true identity, and decide they need to rescue her… if only her smart mouth would just stay closed long enough to let them.

Here’s an artist’s impression (OK, I totes DIY’d it) of the three Highlanders:

Captured by the Highlanders Mastered by the Highlanders Katie Douglas

I can’t wait to see what the cover will look like! And here’s a steamy excerpt (play nice 😉 as I haven’t got the copy-edited version yet) from a scene with Bridget, Jacob and Kieran:

Kieran suddenly turned to the door, and Jacob followed his gaze. When he saw Bridget standing in the doorway, holding some folded sheets, he frowned. Had she heard their conversation?

 “The polite thing to do is to knock before entering someone’s room,” he chided her, semi-sternly.

She seemed to recover herself, then, and she cocked her head defiantly.

“Don’t get your knickers in a twist; I’ll be quiet as the grave. I only came to bring your fresh linens for you as the innkeeper forgot to change them afore we took the rooms. Now, are you going to let me change the bed or would you rather threaten to stick pins under my nails or some such?”

“Oh no, little lady. I’ve got a much better idea what we can do with a willful young lady who can’t be polite,” Kieran told her. Jacob caught his eye and saw it was twinkling with amusement. He’d been waiting for a reason to spank her, and Bridget had played straight into their hands.

“I think you can both go and whistle up a rope,” she retorted. In a moment, Jacob was across the room and closed his hands around her soft arms. Kieran swiftly joined him and took the sheets she held, placing them on the dresser, then closed the bedroom door.

“I think I saw a hairbrush in that drawer,” Jacob remarked, and Kieran grinned wickedly.

Jacob lifted Bridget off her feet and carried her to the bed, where he sat on the edge of it and arranged her over his knee. He slid her dress and petticoat up, and groaned softly when he saw the delicate white skin of her cheeks.

“I won’t let you do whatever you’re planning,” she blustered.

“You’re over my knee, your bottom is bared for me to see, and you cannae move. How do you plan to prevent me?” Jacob asked, as he gently caressed her bottom.

“Why are you doing this?” she demanded.

“Aye, it’s less of the ‘I won’t let you’ and more of the ‘why,’ now,” Kieran observed.

“We are doing this because you need to know who is in charge around here,” Jacob said. He admired her shapely curves as his hand trailed over her skin. He could feel his hardness pressing into her belly already.

“Ye dinnae have a very good attitude, lass, and we think it’s high time ye learn that we won’t stand for any nonsense,” Kieran added.

“Ye ken what this is, aye?” Jacob held the hairbrush in front of her face.

She nodded. “It’s for getting rid of tangles.”

“It’s got its other uses, too,” Kieran’s voice was filled with mirth. Jacob wondered how long they could keep this up before they just bent her over the nearest piece of furniture and filled her with their cocks. She was so hot, innocent, and feisty all at the same time, and he wanted her so much.

Jacob took the hairbrush from Kieran and swatted Bridget’s right bottom cheek with the back of it. It left a fine oval imprint that turned from white to red. She inhaled sharply and he watched her fists clench as she tried not to show how much this hurt. He wanted her to know she was his, just as much as she was Callum’s.

“You’re going to get six of these from me, then you’re going to thank me, then it’s Kieran’s turn to spank you,” Jacob told her conversationally. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Kieran nodding emphatically.

Liking symmetry, Jacob brought the back of the hairbrush down on her left cheek, this time, and watched as it colored to match the other one. She gasped and squeezed her fists hard. Jacob landed the brush twice more, so there were four nice red marks on her white skin, then he paused for a moment and caressed her soft bottom with the tips of his fingers, lightly swirling them over the cool white and hot red areas. The contrast under his fingers was highly arousing. Before he’d been doing it for long, she moaned.

“This isn’t fair!” she complained.

“Are you not enjoying yourself down there?” Jacob asked.

She shook her head fervently and her black curls bounced on the wooden floor.

Suspecting she was lying, he put his hand between her legs and felt her sex. It was soaking wet and she cried out when he touched her most sensitive area.

“I think the next two swats should be extra hard because you’re not being very truthful, young lady.”

He brought the hairbrush down on the place where her thighs met her bottom cheeks, hard, and delighted when she whimpered in surprise.

“What do you have to say for yourself?” he prompted her.

“Thank-you.” Bridget said it through gritted teeth.

“Good girl. Now it’s Kieran’s turn.” Jacob tipped Bridget upright and got to his feet as her skirt tumbled back down to her ankles. Kieran gently led her to about three feet away from the window.

What’s Kieran going to do with Bridget? Find out on Saturday, when Captured by the Highlanders comes out!

Lots of love,
Katie xxxx

His Little Earthling in the Top 100 and latest Katie D. Reads Video!

If you’ve seen any of my recent blog posts you’ll know that the only thing on my mind lately has been my new ageplay spanking romance, His Little Earthling! So far, I brought you a bonus spanking scene on Wednesday, a sneak peek excerpt the week before, and a preview the week before that!

With that in mind, then, I’m super-excited to announce that His Little Earthling has hit the Amazon Top 100 for Sci-Fi Romance, and has been cruising in the 64th spot all day!

If you’re still not sure whether you need this in your life, I’ve decided to make His Little Earthling the topic of this month’s Katie Douglas Reads video, in which I am IN MY FREAKING SWIMSUIT BECAUSE IT IS HOT.

I feel so much less bad complaining about the heat when my BFF from South California is here with me, and she’s hating on it too. Because that’s a hot place. And she’s too hot in Britain right now. Last year, we didn’t actually get a summer where I live, and I think this year the country is trying to tempt me to change my mind about immigrating to Asia in August, because I’m moving to the tropics where there is air conditioning and it’s going to be wonderful because I’ll never have to feel cold and gloomy ever again!

So with that in mind, I decided to film this month’s video from my bathtub where I can cool off.

Knock yourselves out (not literally, please):
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J3oKoqpDWDs

And if you want to see my other videos, you could maybe subscribe to my channel to get notified of new videos JUST LIKE THE ONE ABOVE?? #suggestion.

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Or, if you know you need my book in your life RIGHT NOW, you can find His Little Earthling here on Amazon.

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Lots of love, AND ICE CREAM AND AIR CONDITIONING!!
Katie xxxx

Sneak peek! His Little Earthling is out on Saturday!

How’s your week so far? Mine is busy, busy, busy! This week for WipItUp Wednesday, I have another exciting preview from His Little Earthling and I also now have the cover to share with you! In this sneak peek, Sarah is about to get a really big punishment for doing something very naughty, but she makes it worse for herself by hiding in a cupboard.

When he grasped the sleeve of her dress, she contorted out of it and climbed over the half-wall between her room and the living room, then ran into the kitchen. She was halfway inside one of the big cupboards beneath the countertop when she felt a firm grip on one of her feet. Kicking free, she got inside the cupboard and wriggled as far back as she could.

This seemed like a good place to live. There was food, air… what else did anyone need? Sure, the air was actually a little thin, and for some reason she was having difficulty breathing, and the shelf above was digging uncomfortably into her hip, but that was all fine details. If she didn’t leave the cupboard, she would never have to face Ral again. To her surprise, instead of reaching in to pull her out, he stepped back.

“Sarah, I’m very disappointed with you right now.” His voice sounded far away.

“I’m sorry.” It would have been so much more meaningful if she hadn’t been jammed into a kitchen cupboard trying to get away from an unknown but terrifying punishment. On one level, she knew that Ral was only trying to clear things between them, and that she deserved this, but on a more primal level, she didn’t want to find out what was supposed to happen next. Especially now that she was in more trouble.

“You’ve got two options. If you come out of there of your own accord, you’ll get exactly what I planned for you, plus the hand spanking. If I have to drag you out, I’ll be obliged to add the spoon as well. It’s not safe to climb into cupboards like this; the base is far more likely to give way if I have to wrestle you out.”

“I’m scared.”

“Don’t be. Just come out like a good—well, not exactly a good girl, but less bad than if you stay put.”

“I meant I’m scared about the punishment.” She felt that living in a cupboard was a much better option.

“Would I do anything to harm you?”

Sarah considered this for a moment before she answered. “No, but there’s a whole plethora of really owwie things you’d do that are completely harmless!”

“So how many of those do I need to add before you come out?”

She shook her head fervently. “None! Subtract some!”

Ral sighed. “Why do you always do everything backwards? Why do you always make your life so difficult? I’ve given you everything you needed to settle into this world and I’ve shown you what you need to do for yourself, and every time I look away for a moment, you do the opposite.”

“Maybe I know how to do stuff too!” Sarah grumbled. “I saved you, didn’t I?”

“By sheer bloody luck! Your first attempt was to find some gangsters in the most dangerous part of town, was it not?”

Sarah glared at his knees from her hiding place.

“At least I did something. If I was your perfect girl I would’ve just stood here, wringing my hands and not knowing what to do. That’s what you want, isn’t it? Well I can’t apologize for that, because that girl would still be here wondering where you’d got to. And you’d have starved to death by now.”

“Elves don’t need to eat or drink that often. We can turn the air around us into energy for most of our needs. I’d have still been fine in a week or two.”

“And would Little Miss Perfect have found you in a week? Or would she have been too busy ironing her size-zero school uniform, doing her homework and practicing fitting large objects into her mouth?”

“Okay, young lady, you’ve had ample time to come out of your own accord, I’m calling an end to these shenanigans.” Before Sarah said anything further, Ral’s enormous hands reached in and closed around her waist, then she felt herself sliding towards the rest of Ral. When she was out far enough to see the weary expression on his face, she sighed.

He paid no mind to that, and instead tipped her over one of his broad shoulders, where he landed some sharp swats to her sit-spot with his hand before she heard him open a drawer.

What’s in the drawer? Anyone want to hazard a guess? While you’re wondering, here’s the cover which was designed by the ever-talented Korey Mae Johnson:

I am in love with this cover!

His Little Earthling is out on Saturday and in the meantime, book 1 in the series, Her Daddy and Her Master, is discounted to $0.99; you can find it here.

Just add icing.

Lots of love,
Katie xxxx

An exciting week ahead!

Hey all, so I have a very exciting week planned, including a $0.99 sale on Her Daddy and Her Master (starts Monday June 12th, 8:00am PST), an AMAZING snippet of my new book His Little Earthling for WipItUp Wednesday (in case you missed it, here’s my last snippet, from Wednesday June 7th), and the week culminates with a book release on Saturday June 17th for His Little Earthling! I can’t wait to share it with you all! So maybe when it comes out, you could have a gander? #justsaying 😀

Her Daddy and Her Master and His Little Earthling are both published by Stormy Night Publications.

Also, do you like my promo advert? I made it myself! It definitely pushed the limits of my knowledge of making adverts. I think this one’s come out so much better than I expected, but if anyone has any tips please do let me know; I’m still quite new to all this graphic design stuff.

Also, for legal reasons to do with where I live, I’m having to take down my webcomic for the time being, but rest assured, it WILL be back.

Lots of love,
Katie xxxx

Naming characters for your spanking BDSM romance

Dominant Dom… are we all a little tired of hearing about Dominic the Dominant yet? I am. I feel mean, but I have to try not to laugh every time anyone uses it. It’s never quite done it for me. I know, I know, it’s an extremely popular name for male characters in BDSM and even some spanking (non-BDSM) romances, and most people probably don’t care, and there have been one or two books which I sort-of liked which did this (but I didn’t like them enough to remember titles/authors years later), but I just struggle to see past the ridiculousness of it. I mean, should the female character be Submissive Submeera? When the Dominant male is called Dom or Dominic I have to work extra-hard to like a book.

Anyway, naming a character can be a tricky business. Male leads need to be strong and sexy but lovable. The name needs to fit the setting of the book.

I name my characters (at least, the main ones, the bad guys, and any with a significant role… can’t say I do this for every last character) the same way I named all my pet rabbits (and I’ve had 8 of those): I look through baby name lists, figure out a shortlist, then take a mental break for 5 minutes (making a cup of tea, switching the laundry into the tumble dryer, vacuuming the carpet, petting one of my bunnies…) and usually during that time, I find one or two of the names from my shortlist are playing around my mind more than the others. If it’s just one, I go with that. If it’s two, I’ll cross out everything else on my shortlist then think it over some more, imagining my character being called each of the two names, until I have one name.

When I took creative writing classes 12 years ago (I was underage, but I showed up anyway and they never asked me to leave so I tried not to draw attention to the fact I was there), I was told three “golden rules” about naming characters:
Firstly, that in a short story, all characters should be named (I disagree, and I’ve seen it work really well in some short stories where one or other of the main characters has no name). Secondly, I was told that you should never give more than one character in a story the same first initial. Thirdly, I was told that the first name and last name should never begin with the same letter.

Well, all this advice was for women’s fiction (that undefinable genre) and I don’t think it’s all true for spanking or BDSM romance. Nameless characters can be sexy and mysterious, especially in short stories. In longer books, if it’s natural for two characters to have a first name beginning with the same letter, what’s the issue? In real life, plenty of people have the same name, let alone the same initials! As long as the story isn’t all characters with the same name or same initials, and as long as each character is unique and interesting, I personally don’t see the issue with occasionally breaking these three rules. I mean, if a reader is confused about which character is doing what, it’s probably not the names that are an issue.

But where do I find inspiration for naming characters when I get stuck? Different name websites have different names (and a lot of the time, the origins/meanings don’t agree between different sites). Here’s some fabulous sites I use for picking names:

This one shows you which names were popular last year (that might be a good or bad thing). If you want to do more historical research, the social security agency in the USA keeps a historical list of popular baby names which is searchable here
For a great international list of names (which includes American names and names from further afield), Nameberry is great! Here’s their list of girls names and their list of boys names! They even have a list of unisex names, too!
Emma’s Diary is more aimed at British names, because guess what? People have different names in the UK to the US (and common American names would get you viciously mocked on the playground in the UK).

Another good source of ideas is to Google some characteristic you want your character name to convey, e.g. “strong, modern boys names” because chances are, there’s a thread on a parenting forum somewhere! Here’s an example for “strong modern boys names” from Netmums. I’m not sure I like any of those names for characters, let alone human beings, but I’m a bit of a traditionalist when it comes to actual baby names for real live babies, so each to their own.

When I’m choosing a name, I usually do it after I’ve already written a profile for my characters, because that way I know if a name sums up the “feel” of the character or not. Some people start with the name and work backwards. When I’m really stuck, I have been known to throw out my entire list and just mix up letters until I find something that sounds right, although that’s not a great solution for historical romances (but I find those easiest to come up with names for).

Do you have any tips for other spanking or BDSM romance authors for coming up with character names? Let me know in the comments!

Lots of love,
Katie xxxx

Articles in this series:
Spanking writing prompts
Erotic romance: Where should the story begin?
The main spanking scenarios for spanking erotic romance writers
Erotica words for spanking and anal sex writers in BDSM erotic romance
Naming the characters in your BDSM erotic romance
How to make a Twitter advert for erotic romance authors
How to make your erotica or erotic romance advert shine!

10 Party Games For Ageplayers

Birthday party? Christmas party? October twenty-eighth party? Every day can be a party day when you’re little! But, supposing you’re planning a party for your little one… what party games should there be? This list might not suit every ageplayer of every age, but anyone who plays between age 3-8 will surely find something they’d like to do on this list (keep scrolling to find the rules)!

10 ageplay party games

  1. Pass the parcel:
    This game is best for: Groups of at least 3 party guests.
    Preparation for grownups: Wrap up a little present, e.g. a chocolate bar or a keychain, then put another present on top of that present, and wrap them up together, so when someone opens the first layer of wrapping paper, they get a present, and when someone else opens the next layer, they get a different present, and so on. Wrap one extra layer with another present inside for each guest coming to the party (if someone can’t make it at the last minute, someone who DOES turn up will get 2 presents). It’s better to have too many presents than not enough!
    How to run the game: Get all the littles to sit in a circle. Put some music on, and hand the present to one of the littles. They have to pass the present around the circle (they’re not allowed to hold on to it for too long). When the music stops, whoever is holding the present at the time gets to unwrap one layer of wrapping paper, and they get a present. As the grownup, you are in control of the music, so it’s up to you to make sure each little gets a present!
  2. Musical chairs:
    This game is best for: Littles who ageplay at 5 or under.
    Preparation for grownups: You’ll need one chair for every little. If you don’t have these, consider playing musical statues (below) instead.
    How to run the game: Put all the chairs in the middle of the room, usually back-to-back, so everyone can walk around them. Put some music on. The littles have to form an orderly line and walk around the chairs. When the music stops, they have to sit down as quickly as possible. The last person to sit down is “out”, and each round, one chair is removed. Then the music starts again and they walk around the chairs again, doing the same thing each time the music stops. This game is better for younger littles (under 5s) whereas musical statues works better for older littles.
  3. Musical statues:
    This game is best for: Littles who ageplay at 5 or older.
    Preparation for grownups: None.
    How to run the game: Ask the littles to clear the space in the room so everyone can walk around the floor. Then put some music on. All the littles have to walk around the room (or hop, or skip) but when the music stops, they have to strike a pose and stand as still as a statue! The last person to stand still gets eliminated each time, and so does anyone who moves, giggles or who forgets to strike a pose. The last person standing gets a prize.
  4. Gift Hunt:
    This game is best for: Parties of fewer than five guests.
    Preparation for grownups: Hide gifts (several for each guest) around the room or rooms where the party will take place. Remember to put them in places where they won’t be spotted until the littles are playing this game (or, if you have another grownup to help, hide the presents while the littles are all distracted with another game). If they’re in gift wrap, then the littles will be able to find them more easily because otherwise they might not know what they’re looking for.
    How to run the game: Ask the littles to line up at one side of the room, and tell them there are presents hidden around the room (you could even give them a basket or a bag to collect the presents). They have to search for the presents until they’ve found them all (you can, of course, give them directions if they really can’t find them).
  5. Daddy says:
    This game is best for: Littles who can follow simple instructions.
    Preparation for grownups: None.
    How to run the game: The littles should all be sitting down in a group. Explain to them that they have to do things when you say “Daddy says”, but not if you don’t say that. So, for example, if you say, “Daddy says… touch your nose” they should touch their noses, but if you just say, “touch your nose” they should not (because you didn’t say “Daddy says” at the start). If any littles don’t do something Daddy says, or they do something that didn’t start with “Daddy says,” they’re “out” of the game and the last little wins (this game can go on, especially with littles who are good at following instructions). Remember that at the end of the game, “Daddy says… that’s the end of the game!” This game can work with one little or lots of littles, and is also fun for obedience training.
  6. Stuck in the mud:
    This game is best for: Littles who have too much energy! You need at least 3 players.
    Preparation for grownups: None.
    How to run the game: One person is “it” and they have to chase the other littles and tag them. If a little gets tagged, they are “stuck in the mud” which means they have to stand with their legs apart and their arms wide (legs need to be wide enough that someone can crawl through them). If the person who is “it” gets every other player “stuck in the mud,” they win, and the last person they tagged gets to be “it” next. But… the other players can “rescue” the players who are “stuck in the mud” at any time during the game, by crawling between their legs to get rid of the mud (logical). Unless you have a very small group, it is unlikely that “it” will win, so decide how long you want the littles to run around for, because this game will keep going forever if you don’t decide to do something else at some point.
  7. Letters in your name:
    This game is best for: Littles with self-discipline.
    Preparation for grownups: None.
    How to run the game: All the littles line up against one side of the room. You call out a letter and if anyone has that letter in their name, they take a step for each time it comes up (e.g. if you said “N,” Nile would take one step and Anne would take two steps). It’s up to you whether they’re allowed to include first, last and middle names (this can lead to some people mysteriously telling you they have middle names that would win at Scrabble). The first person who makes it across the room wins a prize.
  8. The box game:
    This game is best for: Flexible littles.
    Preparation for grownups: None.
    How to run the game: Put a cardboard box (cereal boxes work well) on the floor so all the littles stand around it. Taking turns, each little has to pick up the box without using their hands. Only their feet may touch the floor! But each time someone picks up the box, you must tear some of the card off the top so the box gets smaller each time.
  9. Chinese Whispers:
    This game is best for: Everyone!
    How to run the game: The grownup thinks of a phrase or sentence (a song lyric also works, but make sure it’s not too long. “This is how we do” is about the perfect length. The littles all sit in a circle, then the grownup whispers the phrase to the first little, who has to repeat it to the person next to them (in a whisper), and it goes around the entire circle until the very last person has to tell the group what the phrase was. Usually by the end, even in a small group, the phrase has changed so much that it’s funny.
  10. Sardines:
    This game is best for: Groups of 3 or more.
    How to run the game: It’s sort of like back-to-front hide and seek. One person gets a headstart and they have to go and hide. Everyone else has to look for them, only when someone finds them, they have to stay with them (so eventually, everyone’s jammed in the same place… like sardines). The game ends when the last person finds everyone.

What’s your favorite party game? Let me know in the comments! And if you liked this Top 10 list, check out 10 things littles can do on long car rides!

Lots of love,
Katie xxxx