A first look at His Christmas Baby!

Today, I’m super-excited to share with you… my NEXT RELEASE! His Christmas Baby is my story in the 14-book spanking anthology, Mischief Under the Mistletoe, which features 14 fierce festive reads. Here’s the INCREDIBLE anthology cover designed by Allysa Hart:

 

 

 

 

 

 

What’s my story about? This is the blurb:

For Chloe, Christmas has always been a time of trauma and sorrow. When her Dom transforms her into his little girl for the 12 days before Christmas, beginning as a baby and getting a year older each day, can he help her overcome the ghost of Christmas past?

And here’s an excerpt for WipItUp Wednesday:

Baby’s Second Christmas

“Morning, morning, little bunny,” Bradley began, “The day is bright and warm and sunny.”

When Chloe opened her eyes, she remembered she was in her crib, where she’d slept last night. Razdar the bear was snuggled up next to her, and last night’s bottle of milk was on its side, half-finished, near the edge of the mattress. She must have fallen asleep before she even drank half of it. The light was shining through the curtains, and when Bradley dropped the side on the cot, Chloe tried to climb straight out.

“Hold your horses, hon; you need to wait for Daddy to get you up,” Bradley said.

“But I can do it myself!” Chloe declared. She was bigger today, right? Didn’t that mean she could get herself up?

“Not today. Today’s your second-ever Christmas. You can crawl around, and you can use single-word sentences, but you’re still in diapers. I’ve got some extra-special surprises for you today, but first I need to check your diaper.” Bradley lifted Chloe up and laid her on her changing mat, where he unfastened the tabs of her diaper. “I’ll just get you changed, princess.”

He rolled up the diaper and got rid of it, then Chloe felt a soothing, cool baby wipe sliding from her clit, along her pussy, and toward her bottom. She wiggled her hips slightly in response to the sensation, and moaned slightly as a sprinkling of baby powder landed on her labia. While she processed these feelings, which still weren’t familiar despite being a baby the day before, Bradley ensconced her in a fresh diaper and carried her downstairs.

When they reached the kitchen, Chloe was surprised that there was now a large high-chair beside the breakfast bar. Bradley lifted her into it and put the tray in place, while Chloe stared around the room in amazement, getting used to this new point of view.

“I’ve got some tasty breakfast here, little one. It’s apple and pear mixed together.” Bradley opened the microwave and pulled out a pink plastic bowl, which he stirred with a matching spoon. Chloe watched the food move around the bowl with fascination.

“Open up for the choo-choo train!” Bradley declared. Chloe found herself opening her mouth and a pink spoon full of food went in. She sucked the food off the spoon and, through habit, started chewing, even though the food was pureed. Chloe was so used to chewing that she often found herself trying to chew smoothies and soups, instead of gulping them down like everyone else. This food was tasty, and she tried to get herself to stop chewing so she could swallow it down quickly as the next spoonful arrived at her lips.

Her daddy kept making train noises and feeding her the tasty breakfast, and Chloe found herself enjoying this meal more than any others she’d eaten recently. Maybe it was something to do with how close Bradley was, or the fact the bowl and spoon were made of pink plastic, or that the food tasted like dessert, but whatever it was, Chloe felt a bit sad when she swallowed down the last spoonful and the bowl was empty.

“All done!” she declared. Bradley nodded encouragingly.

“You did really well, sweetheart. Let’s get you a bottle of juice and you can come into the den and sit on Daddy’s knee while you have a drink.” Bradley put the bowl and spoon straight into the dishwasher and got out a bottle, into which he poured some fresh cherry juice.

“Favorite!” Chloe pointed at the carton of cherry juice.

“I know, princess, that’s why I bought it for you. You can have one bottle of this today, because it’s got a lot of sugar in it, then afterward, I’ve got some blackcurrant juice for you to drink.”

Chloe nodded. She didn’t care about after. She wanted her cherry juice now! Bradley put it in his back pocket, and then he lifted her out of the high-chair easily. He carried her into the den. The Christmas tree looked just as beautiful today as it did yesterday. Chloe reached out for one of the decorations as she passed it, and immediately put it in her mouth to find out what it felt like. When he arranged her on his knee, Bradley noticed and pulled the wooden ornament out of her hands. It came away from her mouth with a little popping sound, and she looked up at him in surprise.

“Toy!”

“Chloe, you’re not allowed to pull things off the tree. And you’re not allowed to put any old thing into your mouth like that, either,” Bradley warned. “If I find you trying to eat anything that isn’t edible again, I’ll have to put you over my knee and spank you.” He put the ornament to one side and passed her the bottle of cherry juice. Satisfied with her favorite drink in a spill-proof bottle, Chloe sucked on the teat and tried not to smile too much as her mouth filled with tasty cherry juice. The threat of a spanking was enough to make her behave. Well, until she didn’t behave again, anyway.

Bradley put the TV on, and Chloe was excited to see A Charlie Brown Christmas come on-screen. She pointed and declared, “Snoopy!”

“Yes, it’s Snoopy. Would you like your bear? You could pretend he’s Snoopy if you wanted.” Chloe shook her head; she loved her bear but she wanted snuggles with her daddy right now. “After this, we’re going to open more presents.” Bradley held her to him, and Chloe cuddled up with her daddy while she watched the show.

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Are you as excited as I am? Happy Thanksgiving for tomorrow, and keep a look-out, because a little bird tells me there might be an early pre-order of Mischief Under the Mistletoe!

A not-safe-for-work excerpt from Her Cyborg Daddy

OMG this one is TOO HOT FOR WORK. Is your granny visiting? Maybe turn your screen a little. More. Perfect.

Her Cyborg Daddy Katie Douglas

Mwahahahaaaa… I don’t normally post things this explicit, but with Her Cyborg Daddy, it’s pretty impossible to find an excerpt that’s hot without being too explicit. So here goes. This scene involves electro-play. You’ve been warned. Don’t go crying to the Internet Daddies if this is too far for comfort.

Zanthia felt something cold swipe against her ass, then the pressure of something forcing its way inside her. Stretching her muscles until they felt very tight against the intrusion, it continued forward until it passed first one, then a second ring of muscle. It was wide, firm, and seemed to be growing warm inside her.

“How does my finger feel inside you?” Mark asked.

“It’s so big!” Zanthia breathed in shock. The warmth spread through her rear passage and continued to grow, filling her with a sensual glow.

“Good girl for answering. Try not to move.” When he said that, he pressed a hand against the small of her back, holding her down, then she felt a pulse of sudden, concentrated energy searing inside her bottom hole. She shrieked in shock as her body juddered.

When it stopped, her ass tingled with residual pain and she quivered over his lap.

“What was that?” The sharp feeling was replaced with icy daggers of fear. She already knew what it was.

“I am heating my finger to warm your bottom on the inside. And I just sent a little pulse of electricity through your rear tunnel.”

Zanthia closed her eyes as another pulse coursed through her. This one was milder, but the unease of knowing what had caused it left her on edge and unable to relax.

“Do you trust me, Zanthia?” he asked. Zanthia thought about it for a moment. Mark had been honest with her so far. While she didn’t always know what to make of him, she did trust him.

“Yes, Daddy,” she breathed, reluctantly giving herself over to his control. If he wanted to fill her ass with his finger then run electricity through it, she had to trust that he had her best interests at heart, and that he would keep her safe. Her other thoughts reminded her that plenty of extremely painful things were completely harmless, and that electric shocks were the epitome of this.

His finger remained where it was, filling her with warmth, and occasionally sending bolts of sharp, pussy-soaking pain through all the nerves in her ass, alternating that with a glowing tingling feeling.

“You are taught to fear pain, yes?” Mark said. Zanthia nodded. “But fear turns you on, doesn’t it?”

She considered this for a moment. Stupid man was right again. Why was he always right? Another sudden jolt of sharp pain ran through her bottom, lasting longer than the previous ones, and she convulsed under his hand and screamed. When it stopped, she gasped for air like she’d been underwater. The residual wobbliness made her feel weak, and tears leaked from her eyes, but her clit broiled and throbbed with tingling desire, and her nipples speared the mattress beneath her, filling her heavy breasts with need. A trickling feeling from her pussy proved how turned on she was from this treatment.

“Most people are afraid of their fears, they shy away from them, but beneath that, you want them, don’t you, Zanthia? You seek them out. You constantly act out in the hope that I will punish you. When you tell me you don’t want to wear your diaper, you mean that you want me to force you to wear it. When you don’t answer my questions, or answer them slightly off-topic—yes, I’ve noticed that—it’s because I’ve brought up something you care about too much. When you feign disinterest in something, you mean that you need it more than you could possibly say.”

He shot another sharp jolt of burning pain through her bottom and she shrieked and thrashed on the bed. If he hadn’t been holding her down, she would have hidden under something by now. Was it all true? How had he figured her out? She began to cry into the mattress as she realized he was right again. Since he’d been punishing her bottom, she had become even more aroused than before, and her desire was like an urgent ache that made her want to beg him for release. Something else she’d needed him to force her to do, in the past.

“Am I correct?” Mark asked.

Zanthia didn’t want to answer him, but that would only prove him right anyway. “Yes,” she said reluctantly.

“Good girl.” He changed what he was doing, so the heat in her bottom was now accompanied by a deliciously gentle tingle, emanating from his huge finger, as he methodically fucked her with it. The sensation felt even sweeter after all that pain, and her gushing pussy urgently needed to get in on the action. She only wanted him to do one thing.

“Please, Daddy,” she began hesitantly.

There was no going back after she asked for this.

“Yes, little one?” Mark’s almost-impassive voice reassured her as he continued to stroke inside her bottom with his hot, glowy finger.

“Please, can y-you hurt me again, w-when I come?” She threw the words out before they crowded together at the back of her throat and refused to leave.

Her Cyborg Daddy is out NOW on Amazon:
https://www.amazon.com/dp/B076Y763SQ/ USA
https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B076Y763SQ/ UK
https://www.amazon.ca/dp/B076Y763SQ/ Canada

Totally unrelated question (asking for a friend): Does anyone else struggle to ask for things when they want them too much? Ugh, what even is that?

Lots of love,
Katie xxxx

A First Glimpse at Her Cyborg Daddy!

It’s WipItUp Wednesday and I’m sharing something from my WIP, Her Cyborg Daddy!

 

So the question you should be asking is, “Is this… another 24th Century Daddies book???”

And the answer is, YES! It’s finally here! I first wrote this over a year ago, and it’s been sitting in development hell for all that time, then I did a big re-write three months ago, so I’m EXTREMELY excited to announce that 24th Century Daddies Book 3: Her Cyborg Daddy is coming out on 28th October! Think cyborgs can’t be sexy?

The. Sex. Is. On. Fire.

Like, hands down, this is my hottest book yet. Zanthia is a diplomat and she’s been sent to accompany Mark, a cyborg, on his journey around the galaxy, because his people have never seen biological life before. She has to do anything he asks. And OMG the things he makes her do! Mark even made jaded ol’ me blush at times! There are a lot of scorching scenes in this one, as well as ageplay, because it’s in the 24th Century Daddies universe which is basically set up for daddy doms and adult little girls.

 

A hotter, not safe for work (possibly too hot for home) excerpt will be going out in my newsletter, so make sure you’re signed up (and get a free story) here and ARCs are going out shortly after that! But first, here’s a little excerpt from near the start of Her Cyborg Daddy:

“Please follow me, Zanthia; you will not need your clothing on my ship.” His tone betrayed no emotion, and Zanthia followed him.

Regardless of how important this mission was, she decided it was too far to expect her to walk naked around someone else’s spaceship. Her brain, used to the idea of separate beds for married couples, decided that he must have been trying to make a joke when he said it. When they reached a particular door, he turned. Was that the hint of a glare in his eyes?

Zanthia was trying to work out how, exactly, a cyborg could glare, when she found her dress being undone, falling open to reveal her black bra and panties.

“No, you mustn’t. This is considered offensive to biological life!” she protested, but he didn’t listen. Suddenly she was afraid, less for her own safety and more that she was close to losing her shit. Diplomats had been retired from active duty for refusing to do far worse things than being bared by a cyborg. Did Mark even have a sex drive?

He slid the dress down her arms until it tumbled to the floor, then he walked behind her and examined the underwear. Something about the cold, unemotional way he went about his work seemed to fill her tummy with butterflies. What did he plan to do with her? The full reality of her situation became apparent when he slid fingers into each bra cup. His touch was surprisingly warm, and for some reason, Zanthia found that reassuring.

A second later, she heard a clipping sound, then her bra fell away. All three straps had been cut. He slid his fingers into her panties and the clipping sound happened again, then all her underwear was in shreds on the floor. She blushed furiously with the humiliation of being naked and exposed, but he wasn’t done.

He stood to the side of her and wrapped one of his big arms across her chest, stilling her. Before she made sense of the position she was in, he swatted her bottom sharply, forcing her into his other arm, which was pressed against her breasts. She gasped in shock as it hurt more than she cared to admit.

The sting quickly turned into a warm glow that made her clit come alive, and she fought hard to suppress a moan. His hand landed again several more times, filling her with the sharp, surprising sensation, which transformed into a tingling heat that penetrated her soul. Her nipples pebbled against his bracing arm. Extremely embarrassed, she tried to hide how she felt as he spoke to her.

“When I give you an instruction, you are to follow it. You are to remain naked at all times on the ship. Do you understand? Answer, “yes, daddy,” or, “no, daddy.”” His voice was still impassive, but Zanthia knew this was a warning. Would he caution her again? What would he do that was worse than baring her and spanking her bottom?

“Yes, daddy.” She stared at the floor, feeling exposed and vulnerable.

He opened the door and stood aside, saying, “I believe the custom is, ‘ladies first.’”

Zanthia held her breath as she stepped into the room. She frowned. It looked like a very advanced medical lab. There was a raised examination table in the middle of the room and some large devices rested against the metal walls. Around the sides of the examination table, restraining straps dangled ominously. The residual tingle in her bottom faded away as she considered this new information. Her stomach was suddenly full of butterflies, and it was all she could do not to show how afraid she was. Her body wanted to make her eyes pop out of her head then run far, far away in the opposite direction.

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Katie Douglas Reviews The Wild by K Webster

After all the playground-like rumors, this book is not what you think, and it’s not what I expected. I bumped this to the top of my reading list because I thought I was going to want to delete it from my Kindle for iPhone after I finished it.

I want to try and keep this review as spoiler free as possible but there’s things in here that might lead you to guess what happens in the book. The biggest spoiler I have shared is on a separate webpage that I’ve linked to in this review. It’s still not the full story. So if you currently fully intend to read this book, go read it (you can get it here) first or instead of this review. But promise me something. Finish it. If you start this book, you have to finish it or you will be left with the wrong idea. Anyone who 1-star reviewed this book and didn’t actually finish it doesn’t know what they’re talking about. If you don’t plan to read the book, or you’re unsure, read the rest of my review. Especially if you’re one of the people who heard all the rumors about what’s in this book.

The Wild K Webster review

There’s some things that color my review, and if you’re American (or not me) you might feel differently about those same details in the book. The legal age of consent in my country is 16. I left school at 16. At the time, that was pretty normal. I went back again later, but post-16 education was the exception rather than the rule. In working class Scotland, you’re basically an adult at 16. 16 for us is 18 for Americans. Linguistically, “woman” refers to anyone over 16 in Scotland. We drink at 18, not 21, btw. If you’re brainy and go to university straight from school, you usually start at 17 not 18 (although you *can* start at 18 with the English qualifications, which are different to Scottish ones, and then you often skip the first year of uni). Everything’s different here. So the main character being 17? Wasn’t weird. She was well over our age of consent and I didn’t have a problem with that. Hell, most of the women I knew from school were a long way into their second single-parent pregnancy by 17, and on the waiting list for a bigger council house. If this book had BDSM in it, I’d feel differently, because I draw the line (in the sand) at 18 for BDSM. There’s probably all sorts of arguments that can be had about that, but at the end of the day BDSM requires a higher level of emotional maturity than regular sex, and BDSM is something a lot of much older people can’t cope with.

The second thing that colored my judgement is I’m at heart, an anthropologist (I missed my true calling in life because I’m never going to train/work as an anthropologist), and when they’re presented properly, other lifeways fascinate me.

Third, I never met my father until I was 16, he died when I was 27, and my mother (died the same year) was generally out of her head for one reason or another. I have no concept of what it would be like to have a male parent who you live your whole life with, let alone what a father’s love looks like to a child, or how that transitions into how people relate to their adult children; I only know it by its absence and by what I used to wonder about what it would be like to have a dad.

Last, I withheld judgement until I’d read the entire book. And, if you choose to read this book, so should you. This book is not for the narrow-minded.

When I picked up this book I didn’t know what was in it. Normally, I won’t read the specific things it seemed to be heading towards. However, this wasn’t written like an erotic fiction, and I personally didn’t find the sex scenes sexy (it didn’t have any BDSM to speak of; there was 1 spanking scene and it wasn’t framed in BDSM. Vanilla sex doesn’t do it for me at all). I think I was more interested in the way this relationship developed. This book strongly reminded me of Berkoff’s Kafka plays, Sophocles’ Elektra/Oedipus, and other dramatic works that only the graphic novels by Alan Moore and Warren Ellis have ever rivalled for me. Unvarnished reality of human nature, catharsis, that sort of thing. Not something I regularly find in romantic fiction and not something I necessarily often want to read but I occasionally like being stretched. I hate quoting from my own books but I think this quote from His Little Earthling kinda sums up how I feel about books like The Wild:

“…reading the book was like being hit in the face with a door[…]for some reason, she’d really enjoyed reading his story anyway.”

See, on one hand, it seems like you’re reading a story about a man who is willing to risk everything for love (like, even more everything than everything) and outside the cultural norms of our society that’s kinda sweet. And on the other hand you’ve got the internal destruction of a man who knows that what he’s doing is wrong.

Or does he?

And at the same time you’ve got this willing Lolita character who drives forward the story and single-mindedly goes after what she wants, consequences be damned. And she definitely fully believes that this isn’t right. My brain constantly shut down during the sex scenes and I sorta skimmed over them. I couldn’t quite reconcile the discord between what was happening on the page and my own feelings about people doing that.

There’s a type of BDSM scene that I tend not to partake in because it’s so hard to get it right. It’s called a “mind fuck” and usually it means that the dominant does something to make the submissive think/feel differently towards something than they would if they were in possession of all the facts. That’s what this book does. Very well. The last time I read a book which used information and character truths like this was Jodi Picoult’s Her Sister’s Keeper. See also: That’s not an erotic romance. But it left me with the same feeling at the big moment.

I also liked the author’s use of tension. This book had me turning the pages from page 1 and I stayed up late last night to finish reading it. I am going to have to go over specific scenes and pay more attention to how the tension was done because it wasn’t too tight (I hate when things are too tense with no payoff) but it was tight enough to keep the story moving. I wanted to know what would happen next, even when I didn’t want to look to find out what would happen next.

The other thing about this book is that it really sticks two fingers up at the pseudo-incest genre of erotica/erotic romance and draws attention to its hypocrisy. I don’t want to kink-shame, but I don’t find incest or pseudo-incest remotely sexy. I’ve never been a fan of all that, “No, wait, it’s okay, she’s my stepdaughter” stuff. Call an apple an apple. I’ve always been very uncomfortable with stories like that. I don’t like the way they try so hard to pretend it’s normal, and they never actually stand up and address the fact that they’re depicting a relationship between relations that, okay, aren’t blood relations, but are still relations. They justify it with meaningless titles that don’t actually settle it. I mean, for me personally, it’s too weird to imagine having sex with someone who fucked my mother. From the other side, I couldn’t imagine being in a three way with a mother and a daughter, either. It’s just goes beyond my limits. I think that’s what gets me more than anything about pseudo-incest or incest. I’m happy with the caregiver/little dynamic between consenting unrelated adults, but not double dipping. Why is that seen as okay culturally but some meaningless DNA thing suddenly makes that SAME situation unacceptable? I don’t think it’s okay to dress incest up and deny it and pretend that it’s not what it is, and there’s a whole subgenre of erotic fiction that does exactly that, and those pseudo-incest ones are really trying very hard to sexualise that relationship. And let’s be fair, “she’s 18” is often secret erotica code for, “she’s not 18” in many of those same stories.

Like, culturally, it’s okay to have sex with some guy who sexed your mom and who you lived your whole life with, because he’s your stepfather, but it’s not okay if their sperm made you. It’s a huge double standard. And The Wild seriously does tell this whole double standard to go fuck itself in the most beautiful way. These are things I’d never really thought about particularly deeply until I read this book, and I feel like I’ve gained an understanding of one of humanity’s nuances from reading it.

This book went the complete opposite way to those pseudo-incest books. It never even tried to pretend this was okay or normal, and I liked that it grabbed the main issue by the balls and squeezed. I think it’s an absolute joke that Amazon and Smashwords banned this book, especially when (spoiler that will ruin this whole book if you ever planned to read it).

See? This book is less risque and less taboo than A Song Of Ice and Fire (or Gor, there’s sex with a 14 year old in at least one of those books) but because it’s an erotic romance and because there’s no disclaimer at the beginning of The Wild explaining something that would spoil the whole book (and let’s be fair, the author is probably quietly reveling in the notoriety that this book had to go underground and free speech ‘n’ stuff), it got banned.

I don’t feel like this is so much of a free speech issue because what she wrote wasn’t actually as bad as it could have been, especially if you see the spoiler above. I mean, it’s sorta a free speech issue because the book was silenced before anyone could know the full story. More than that, it’s an issue to do with how books are marketed and how ebook authors are unfairly held to a higher standard than print authors. And that’s what I take issue with. Incest and underage sex SHOULDN’T be on Amazon according to their own rules. But they are on Amazon. They’re everywhere. Paedophilia? George R.R. Martin. Incest? George R.R. Martin. Rape? George R.R. Martin. The Wild is pretty tame by comparison. But that’s okay because GRRM’s a “real” author and we’re not. Westeros is a fantasy world and the middle of nowhere in Alaska, a place most people haven’t been, is somehow more real. Careful, people might start re-enacting this shit. That’s what Amazon seems to be saying by its actions.

By continually policing an arbitrary line between traditionally published and indie authors, they are reinforcing the idea that ebooks are not real books and that romance authors (mostly women) aren’t real authors and that we have to follow a tighter set of rules because we’re somehow less responsible than men. But, y’know, being mostly women, we’re all pretty used to double standards in what we can do versus what non-women can do, right?

Another wider issue that The Wild throws up is the fundamental meaninglessness of some trigger warnings. I have PTSD, so I know what it’s like to be triggered, to not be able to get something out of your head for days on end and to feel like you’ll never get far enough away from the thing you’re running from. Because it’s everywhere. I don’t think overly-specific trigger warnings are actually useful. They can end up being a ridiculous spoiler-laden laundry list that ruins the book for other people. I like trigger warnings to be vague, something that says, “If you only like soft fluffy stuff this is not for you,” or, “If you like it hard and scary, this is for you.” But The Wild sorta stuck its finger up at that and used the trigger warning as more of a challenge. The starting assumption was that you wouldn’t want to read this book because of all the stuff. I think it mostly delivered on that, but it didn’t necessarily go as far as I thought it would. I didn’t expect to finish this book but I did.

So overall, I did like this book, it was well-written and thought-provoking in a number of ways, and I liked the fact that it called out the entire pseudo-incest subgenre very eloquently. But I didn’t find it sexy, and the fact it got banned by Amazon AND Smashwords is kinda confusing and nothing short of hypocritical compared to some books. I’m glad this book exists.

Tl;dr: If you start The Wild you have to finish it. Don’t believe ANY reviews that didn’t read the entire book. They are not in possession of all the facts.

Reformed by the Scotsman is Out Now!

I am super-duper-loop-the-looper-ally-ooper excited to announce that Reformed by the Scotsman is out now!
Here’s the beautiful cover by Korey Mae Johnson:

Here’s the blurb:
When her scandalous behavior finally forces her wealthy parents to take drastic action, twenty-two-year-old Adeline Hawthorne is sent to Edinburgh to live in the home of her father’s friend Edward Wolstanton. The stern Scotsman is tasked with correcting the recalcitrant young lady by any means necessary, and it isn’t long before Adeline is taken over Edward’s knee for a painful, embarrassing spanking.

Though she quickly discovers that her new guardian will not hesitate to punish her as thoroughly and shamefully as he sees fit–even stripping her completely and applying a leather tawse to her bare bottom when she attempts to escape his custody–Edward’s firm-handed dominance arouses Adeline deeply. She soon finds herself wondering what it would be like to have such a man as her husband, but will he ever see her as more than a wayward girl in need of reform?

Publisher’s Note: Reformed by the Scotsman includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

You can find it here on Amazon.com or here on Amazon.co.uk

A scorching excerpt from Reformed by the Scotsman

So I missed the deadline to participate in WipItUp Wednesday this week because of all the work I had to finish for my university course. Now it’s done, I have a scorching excerpt from Reformed by the Scotsman, my new book which is out Saturday (5th August). It’s the 1920s, it’s Edinburgh, and Adeline Hawthorne is getting spanked by Edward Wolstanton, to whom she was sent to be reformed:

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Feeling furiously embarrassed and extremely hot, she turned her head away from him before she recovered her scathing sarcasm.

“Like what you see? Bet you collect magazine-pictures of girls in their underthings, don’t you?” she said.

Instead of wrong-footing him or provoking a series of denials, she seemed to have galvanized his will, for he chose that moment to sit in an overstuffed armchair and pull her over his knee. The position was not lost on her, and she inhaled sharply in horror because there was only one thing anybody did once they had a girl over their knee, bottom upturned, face and feet near the floor. Her black silky knickers almost completely protected her bottom cheeks, though, so even if he really was going to spank her like an errant schoolgirl, it couldn’t possibly hurt.

Telling herself there was no possibility that stuffy, proper Edward would really spank her, she yelped when his hand connected loudly with her bottom, resonating throughout the room with a loud clap. The sting was instant and seemed to cover most of her right cheek. He brought his hand down over and over in a brisk pace, raining hard swats of fire over her bottom cheeks before she opened her mouth to protest.

“How dare you? When my father hears about this, you’ll be sorry!” she protested, trying to avoid the spanks. She was infuriated. How dare he punish her like a naughty child? She shifted around on his knee hoping to escape, but he held her firmly. A warm glow flashed through her nether regions as she realized he had bested her.

“Your father gave me express permission to use any means necessary to improve your attitude, young lady, and that is what I’m doing.” Edward spoke calmly. His voice didn’t match with the flurry of sharp swats he was subjecting her sit-spot to.

“No! He wouldn’t! Not if he knew you were… doing this to me!” she retorted hotly.

“I don’t think he was especially interested in the details,” Edward said. She kicked and wriggled and generally made a nuisance of herself attempting to inconvenience him as much as possible during this spanking. Truly, she was unable to escape, and part of her liked being thoroughly helpless while someone held her to account, not because she had conceded to their pathetic protests, but because they had the guts to overpower her and compel her to obey. There was a strong sense of satisfaction that accompanied the feeling of helplessness. Her underwear grew wet and her nipples hardened in response to being forced to submit.

Horrified at her weakness, she buried her emotions and fought him with redoubled effort. It hurt, though, and despite the fact she didn’t stop fighting him, his swats gave her pause for thought. How long would he keep this up? Could she fight back for longer than he could spank her?

“If you continue resisting me while you are over my knee, and threatening to tattle to your father, I will give you some letter paper once this is over and I will stand beside you and make you write a letter to the Earl of Hathersedge detailing exactly what I am doing right now, including how you are dressed, how your bottom feels, the color it has turned—a tantalizing pink, if you care to know—and what, precisely, you did to earn the punishment, starting with the rummy business at the train station.” Edward paused spanking her and gently caressed her bottom. It burned so much that it even felt pink, especially when he touched her.

He continued outlining the potential future punishment as his fingers trailed along her skin. “I will then expect you to address it and take it to the post office where you will tell the postmistress that you are writing to your father to inform him that you are in disgrace, although you will kindly spare her the details as I wouldn’t want you to offend her sensibilities.”

He landed some particularly hard swats on the skin between the top of her thigh and her bottom cheeks and she growled in frustration. It was so undignified and she growled at the sharper sting as his hand connected with the sensitive skin there.

As if his threat of humiliation and enforced spanking weren’t bad enough, he leaned down to her ear and quietly murmured in a low voice, his Scottish vowels piercing his otherwise refined English accent, “Of course, when writing to your father, you can leave out the fact that your knickers are soaked through.”

***

Oooh I can’t WAIT to see what you all make of this story! I don’t write many one-on-ones (although there are more to come), so I really liked having more space within the story to explore the characters’ thoughts, feelings and backstory in greater depth than in Captured by the Highlanders. I’ll be sending copies to my ARC readers the MINUTE I get the files from the publisher, and the cover is being finalized as I write so I’ll post that tomorrow!

 

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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.

My channel URL is here: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCSrssYmcmokYV0Q6A4sMRNQ

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

His Little Earthling bestseller

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