The First Pitch – Leia’s Version

You might have read Sorcha’s post recently about her pitch session with an editor at Fiction Fest — a writer’s conference we attended last weekend. In her version, I made the pitch appointments “without her permission” then “forced” her to do it. Then at the very end, she suggested I needed to be spanked. After our fans read this, they agreed a beating was in order. So I’m here now to give MY side of the story. Then I’ll let you be the judge of who needs to spank whom.

First of all, Sorcha secretly wanted to pitch her book idea to the agents and editors at the conference. I know this because she kept dropping clues like, “no one will want my book, I’m not going to pitch it” and “no, really I don’t want a pitch appointment.” So like a good friend, I picked up on these subtle hints and made her an appointment with three agents. And when I picked her up from the airport and told her I signed her up to pitch and she smacked me, I knew I’d made the right choice.

During the keynote, when the speaker talked about the changing industry and that publishers were taking risks with edgy cross-genre quirky books, I nudged her repeatedly and she seemed eager to prove me right. So the first workshop we attended was one about pitching. After the workshop, I sat in the hallway with her while she perfected her pitch, giving helpful advice like “you should say it in a movie trailer voice.” I was even late for the time management class!

Then when she went to pitch, I spied on her and was pleasantly surprised at her performance. She seemed so confident and barely looked at her notes. I was like a proud mother watching her chick fly from the nest for the first time. Fly Sorcha! Fly!

And finally, when I found out that the next pitch appointment was scheduled with an agent only looking for Christian books, I told Sorcha to cancel instead of watching her pitch anyway and laughing hysterically as the agent doused her with holy water.

So you see, I’m an excellent friend and co-author. If anyone needs to be spanked, it’s Sorcha for insisting I enjoy making her suffer instead of seeing this as a character-building experience. Now, if anyone would like to dispute this with her, she’ll be in my dungeon, wailing and begging for mercy. Mwuahahaha.




The First Pitch

In my jeans and tank top, gargoyle tattoos hanging out, mowhawked hair and my hastily scribbled notes clutched in my sweaty hands, I went to my first pitch appointment with an editor of a big publishing company. I was ill prepared. I’d had just left a pitch workshop an hour earlier and heard the stellar pitches given by well-prepared women in snappy business suits. The message I’d gotten from the workshop was dress well, be professional. Um… zero for two. The rest of the information didn’t get past the loud ringing that developed in my ears.

Why had I signed up for something so stressful?

Oh wait… I hadn’t.

Leia Shaw, one of my writing partners-in-crime, had signed me up without my knowledge and was urging me to try, even though I had no idea how to explain my book. Apparently self-deprecating humor isn’t acceptable pitch fodder, so I just stuck to trying to explain what it was about in my notes.

I was directed into the room, trembling and short of breath, and directed to sit across from an elegant young woman who was probably fifteen years my junior. She smiled kindly, probably hoping I didn’t pass out on her table or throw up in her lap.

I was introduced by name.


My name was my big opening line – I had nothing else prepared!

I’m um-ed for a moment then repeated my name like an idiot parrot, since deviating from my notes had made me stall. I read them to her at light speed, desperately trying to slow down and failing miserably. She nodded sympathetically a few times and I was glad she didn’t look completely terrified of me, at least. I had the feeling that I was coming off a little – intense.

When I finally slid to a halt at the end of my spiel, she paused a moment and asked if there were any sexy bits in the book.

Um… had I neglected to mention that the book was erotic bdsm lgbt polyamorous during the hot bits? Oops. I got through that short explanation, and her smile broadened. She gave me her card. The company had a new digital imprint that was willing to take risks on cross-genre and edgy books, and she would be happy to see the first fifty pages whenever it was ready.

I stammered my thanks and staggered out of the room (trying to look composed and nonchalant), clutching her business card. Leia was waiting for me outside the door, grinning, and she admitted she’d been eavesdropping.

Even if this contact goes nowhere, or I decide to self-publish this one, too, it was an interesting experience. Because it had a relatively positive outcome (although I know most people who pitch get a similar response) I didn’t have to spank my co-author for signing me up. Although if I *had* gone to the other pitch she signed me up for with the editor looking for inspirational romance…


The Dom with the Clever Tongue Officially Releases Today!!!!!!

dwcl_lgOur fourth book in the Badass Brats Series, The Dom with the Clever Tongue, officially releases today! A BDSM ménage book that’s funny *and* emotionally poignant? Yup, that’s how we roll. BDSM is something that real people do, and real people laugh and goof around and sometimes wonder if their feelings are unreciprocated.

So if you’re looking for a Dom/me with a sense of humor, romance, hot BDSM, and Houdini chickens, you’ve come to the right book!

Reece and Scarlet have everything a loving couple could want, except a hot kinky sex life. Malachi, an experienced Dom, steps in to help them sort that out. But not only is he a terrible memory from Reece’s past, he’s a smartass and damaged goods, too.

As they all learn to trust each other, Malachi becomes more than just their kink coach. It’s a full-on brat smackdown, and no heart gets out unscathed.

Warning: this book contains unrepentant brats, surprise orgasms, a Domme with training wheels, and a Dom whose tongue is registered as a weapon of mass seduction.

BDSM elements, M/F/f, F/f

CT Meme

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Exclusive Excerpt from Book 4!!!

dwcl_lgHey everybody! I’m feeling generous today and blog happy so you get a special treat. The ENTIRE first chapter of The Dom with the Clever Tongue, Badass Brats Book 4! If you missed the blurb, scroll down to last week’s post and you can read it.

The book officially releases on Monday, September 16th. Remember to come to our fabulously awesome release party here, where there’ll be snippets, photos, prizes, and Q&A for the authors!

And without further ado (what is an ado anyway?), here is the very first chapter of The Dom with the Clever Tongue! Btw, this part is written by moi so I especially hope you love it 🙂

RATED R — not intended for readers under the age of 18.

Chapter 1

The paddle fell with a loud whap. “Ouch!” Reece hollered at her girlfriend. “That’s too hard, Scarlet! I don’t like pain like you do.” She sat up on her knees and scowled at the blonde holding the evil paddle beside her thigh.

“Mmm. But hitting you turns me on.”

She scoffed dramatically but lost focus when she looked over the sexy body next to hers. Was there anything hotter than a braless girl wearing a white tank top and boy shorts? She smirked. “You just like the view.”

“That too.” Scarlet shoved her so she fell forward on hands and knees.

Reece grunted but stayed put even though she could almost feel her girlfriend’s gaze on her sex. A shiver crept up her spine. Until, out of the corner of her eye, she saw the paddle lift into the air.

“No!” She shot up on the bed and covered her already abused ass.

Scarlet sighed and tossed the paddle onto the bed. “Then let’s switch places. I like pain and you don’t listen to me anyway.” With a smirk, she took Reece’s chin between her fingers. “You make a terrible sub, kitten.”

Her gaze fell on Scarlet’s tempting lips. She jerked out of her grip and pecked her on the mouth. “I’m not a sub and you know it.” Though parts of submission appealed to her. Like in the erotic books she read and when her best friend, Sabrina, told her stories about her Domme, Q, and her Dom, Jude.

Well she didn’t have a Jude. She had a Scarlet. They’d decided to try topping and bottoming for each other as a way to bring kink into their sex lives. It’d seemed like a good idea at the time. They’d been dating a whole year and three months – why shouldn’t they be able to give each other what they needed in the bedroom? It wasn’t as if ordering someone around was hard. That was what they’d thought three months ago, but here they were, still two lost kinksters stuck in sex limbo.

Scarlet plopped down onto the bed and rolled face-up in front of Reece. She’d already taken her top off.

Reece arched a brow. “Aren’t you supposed to wait for me to tell you to get undressed?”

She smiled in that mischievous way – the way that said she was up to something. A moment later, she grabbed Reece’s hand and tugged her off balance. She fell forward and landed on her hands, leaning over a grinning Scarlet.

She couldn’t help grinning back. Scarlet’s smile was contagious. She was so freakin’ gorgeous. It was still a mystery how she ended up with such a hot girlfriend. Reece was no prize in the looks department. Scarlet was interesting and exotic with her pale skin, white-blond hair and dark brown eyes. Her hair was so much prettier now that she’d stopped dyeing it brown to get taken more seriously on the job. Sometimes Reece felt like the ugly sidekick. Only her designer clothing kept her from looking like a charity case. Brown eyes, brown hair, brownish skin…boring. Even her name was plain. Not fancy like Scarlet Graydon.

Still smiling, Scarlet ran her gaze over Reece’s face. She did that often – stared at her like she was some kind of prize she’d won. It made her feel all warm and fuzzy inside even though her skin flushed with embarrassment.

“I like what you did to my nipples last time we played,” she rasped then kissed the inside of Reece’s arm next to her head.

“You liked that?” Jeez, she’d looked ready to murder somebody and sounded like a porn star. She’d almost stopped what she was doing to call a priest in to do an exorcism. And she wanted more?

Scarlet nodded then grabbed the back of Reece’s neck and pulled her down to her breast.

“Okay, okay,” she mumbled against her skin then looked up at her. “You’re demanding for a sub.” She licked just to the side of her nipple. Mmm. Men just couldn’t compete with a woman’s soft skin.

“Not a sub,” she choked out before positioning her more securely.

First, she teased her with her tongue, running the tip over the peak and flicking it. The throaty moans encouraged her. After she treated her other breast the same way and Scarlet writhed beneath her, she backed away. Ignoring Scarlet’s plea for more, she gently blew on her breast. When the nipple puckered perfectly, as if waiting for her bite, she slipped it between her teeth.

Scarlet’s hips launched off the bed as she gasped. “Evil!”

Feeling dramatic, she chuckled darkly while increasing the pressure. Scarlet’s gasp turned into a loud moan and she squirmed under her.

She bit harder.

“Fuck!” She sounded too close to orgasm so Reece gradually let go of the nipple.

“Mmm,” Scarlet murmured. “More.” She fisted a handful of hair.

“Hey!” Reece pried her hand out of her hair then scolded her. “You’re getting bossy again. And you say I’m a terrible sub!”

Scarlet groaned impatiently. “Just do what I say. Please! I’m so close.”

She backed away from her reach and looked down at her. “That’s not how it’s supposed to work.”

“Fuck. I don’t fucking care.” Rubbing her eyes in frustration, she gritted out, “I need pain. You don’t get it ’cause you don’t feel it but…” She swallowed hard.

Why did this happen every time? Sure, they had fun. They smiled and giggled and eventually got off, but there was a growing sense of frustration too. She copied what she read in books but, for some reason, the roles just didn’t fit quite right, no matter how many arrangements they tried.

Scarlet’s look of disappointment tore at her chest. She wanted so badly to please her. It hurt that she couldn’t. And the reason she couldn’t please her was because Scarlet had no idea what she wanted. She wanted pain but then grew frustrated when Reece tried to control it. Neither of them made good subs or Doms. So what the hell were they?

Leaning over, she pressed a kiss between Scarlet’s brows. “We have to stick to the roles. It’s the only way this will work.”

She scowled up at her. “We would know for sure if you’d come with me to the club and ask.”

That again? “So many germs, Scarlet! It’s disgusting.”

Turning her face away, she grumbled, “You’re so stubborn.”

So she’d heard – a million times over. Stubborn, opinionated, difficult. She stared down at her hands fumbling in her naked lap. Naked. She hated being naked, but it was hot when Scarlet stripped her then kept her own clothes on. And for someone with years of body issues behind her, that was saying something.

“Maybe you should ask Sabrina. She might be able to help us.” Scarlet glared at her. “I bet she’s a good girl for her Doms.”

Reece laughed. “You don’t know her like I do. And anyway, Q and Jude know what they’re doing.” She glared right back. “I’m only as good as my Domme is.”

Scarlet narrowed her eyes then pounced. A moment later, she had Reece pinned face down, both of them giggling. “What the heck?” she said, squirming to get free. “How are you so strong? You’re too skinny to be this strong!”

A dark chuckle then Scarlet slapped her ass. “Mmm. I love your curvy ass.”

“You mean you love my fat ass.”

Teeth clamped down on one cheek, stinging until she shrieked.

“Shush about fat,” she scolded when she let go. “You know I don’t like hearing that from you.”

She squirmed and Scarlet released her. “Whatever, skinny bitch.”

Another smack had her glaring at Scarlet with her best death stare, but Scarlet merely arched a brow.

“You sound so much like a Domme sometimes.” She sighed. Was that a good thing or not? Did she even want Scarlet as a Domme? It would complicate things between them. Maybe too much. She liked being her girlfriend, as partners, as equals. But a Domme in the bedroom would be hot. Would Scarlet shift into a 24/7 Domme as soon as she tasted power? Would she want to control her life? It was hot in books but… It just wasn’t how things were between them.

“Come on,” Scarlet said. “Let’s watch one of your fashion shows. We can try this again later.” She shimmied up the bed until she was leaning against the headboard then looked at Reece and smiled. “Curl up in my lap, kitten, and I’ll pet you.”

Reece rolled her eyes. The very first night they’d spent together had occurred right after her boyfriend had dumped her. She and Scarlet had been friends for a few months by then and Scarlet had come over to try to make her feel better. Scarlet was gold star – no cock for her – and Reece knew she had feelings for her. It had been too soon to explore that idea and she didn’t want to give her the wrong message so when it got too late and they were too drunk to drive, she insisted Scarlet take the bed while she slept on the floor. The next morning they both woke to find Reece curled up in a ball at Scarlet’s feet at the end of the bed. That had earned her the pet name kitten. That and Scarlet said she purred like one, but that was still unverified as far as she was concerned.

When Reece pouted, Scarlet opened her arms and beckoned. “I know you want to.”

“That is so demeaning,” she grumbled as she knee-walked up the bed and in between Scarlet’s legs.

Arms wrapped around her and she settled into her favorite spot against Scarlet’s body.

“It’s not demeaning,” she said, stroking her fingers through Reece’s hair. “It’s adorable.”

She sighed contently, feeling at home with her head resting in her girlfriend’s lap. “You’re lucky I love you.”

Warm lips pressed against her hair. “Yes, I am.”

Though contentment settled on her for a while, the scent and feel of Scarlet’s warm body beneath her cheek stirred her slowly. She wriggled a little, compressing her thighs. So difficult staying quiet and calm in her girlfriend’s arms even if their kinky crap was a crazy mess.

The second time she wriggled, Scarlet chuckled and trailed her fingers around her ear, tickling. “What’s wrong? Is there something you need?”

Indignation made her answer come out wrong. “No.”

“Are you sure about that? I can tell when you’re turned on, you know.” The huff of Scarlet’s breath sent a liquid shudder arrowing straight to the apex of her legs. “Let me. Please. Move so I can touch you.” When Scarlet cruised her hand lower to brush the first curves of her ass, Reece didn’t protest.

She shuffled her body higher, sighing and parting her thighs as Scarlet’s fingers stroked her there. Scarlet slipped one finger up inside her and, at the rush of pleasure, her eyes rolled up and she lowered her head farther into Scarlet’s lap.

“Do you know how much I like doing this for you?” With her other hand softly possessing her nape, Scarlet caressed her there and below in a quiet rhythm that rocked Reece deeper and deeper into the haze of lust.

The moan coaxed from her lips smothered her only answer to Scarlet’s question.


We Have a Blurb!

After weeks and weeks, we finally have a blurb for this fucking book!

Let me tell you, it was not an easy feat. Blurbs are a writers worst nightmare to begin with but when you add two others into the mix, it can get a little messy. You’d think it’d be easier to have some help, but help starts out helpful then suddenly we’re slinging commas at each other and arguing about buts. It’s scary.

Anyway, so here it is. Our shiny new blurb for The Dom with the Clever Tongue. We’d love to hear what you think — as long as it doesn’t have anything to do with the incorrect use of word “but.”

Reece and Scarlet have everything a loving couple could want, except a hot kinky sex life. Malachi, an experienced Dom, steps in to help them sort that out. But not only is he a terrible memory from Reece’s past, he’s a smartass and damaged goods, too.

As they all learn to trust each other, Malachi becomes more than just their kink coach. It’s a full-on brat smackdown, and no heart gets out unscathed.

Warning: Contains unrepentant brats, surprise orgasms, a Domme with training wheels, and a Dom whose tongue is registered as a weapon of mass seduction.


Brand Spanking New Blog!

The word “spanking” caught your attention, didn’t it? It’s okay to admit it here. We’re all brats or freaks or kinksters or crazy writers who hang out with brats, freaks, and kinksters. Either way, you’ve reached a place where you can let loose and be yourself.

Put your clothes back on before you embarrass yourself!

I meant you can let loose with your words. Comments are encouraged. Jokes, personal stories, questions, anything goes. Except you, Spambot. I know you’re out there watching me, plotting when to make your next vague comment about how insightful and well-written my post about Cheetos is. I know your game!


The three goofy authors here all have varying degrees of passion for kink. Mostly we believe in sexual freedom. Picture your traditional hippie from the 60’s, minus the flowers, add some tattoos, redress them in black, give one a mohawk, and voila!  That’s us! Only safer, saner, and more consensual.


Surf around, get to know us, check out the page that says “Meet the Brats.” I promise you’ll only regret it a little.