Well, after a few fits and starts, it’s finally the release day for my newest novel—Sentenced: A Dark Doctor Romance! And it’s almost eight years to the day of when I published my first novel…also with a doctor involved. 😉 Given that I thought my writing career was over, this seems like the perfect way to christen my return. Thanks for sharing this moment with me, folks! 🥰
Happy reading and have a wonderful weekend, all! 🙂
Blurb:
When Leila Jones provokes New Cascadia’s dystopian government, the defiant young woman is sentenced to a deeply, intimately humiliating “reprogramming” at a special medical facility.
Her rehabilitation begins with Leila red-bottomed and gagged to deal with her sharp tongue, but the real treatment doesn’t start until she’s been stripped fully bare and tightly strapped down.
Spread open and helpless to interfere as her naked body is teased, tormented, and thoroughly, clinically mastered by the handsome doctor assigned to her case, Leila wonders how long it will be until she breaks and begs him shamefully to show her what it means to come like a bad girl.
But the more she makes him wait, the rougher it will be when he finally claims her.
Publisher’s Note:Sentenced includes sexual scenes, spankings, and extensive medical play. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.
“Where do you want me to take you today? What do you need?” Dominant though he was, he always requested her input before they started one of their sessions. He needed to understand where she was physically and emotionally and how far he could take her into the depths of her submission. Did she need something more playful? A funishment? Some quick swats to jolt her into a submissive frame of mind?
Or did she need something darker…more profound…
“It’s been a long time since the last spanking, Sir. I’ve missed you…your touch…your special kind of pain…your marks. And I want all of it.” She couldn’t hide from him. Not anymore. He understood and embraced her masochistic glory just as she worshipped at the altar of his sadism. She craved everything he could give her and trusted him implicitly to deliver her to a place where she would soar in her submission to him. The smile pasted on his face told her that he understood her needs and that he was delighted to have the opportunity to imprint himself on her bottom and on her soul.
“Thank you for your honesty, my girl. You know this won’t be easy for you.” It wasn’t a question; it was a pure statement of fact. He would be punishing her today…punishing her for nothing more than the crime of being a needy little submissive. And she’d be feeling his attentions for days to come. She nodded in assent as she steeled herself for what she’d asked for. She was now a complicit conspirator in her own demise.
“Good girl.” Those words further liquified her molten submission, and her knees trembled beneath her. “Now, come over here. Across my lap.”
The breath hitched in her throat and her feet sprouted roots, anchoring her in place. She may have wanted—and asked for—what was about to happen, but her body’s protective instinct engaged in a last ditch effort to save her. But when it came to him, it was in vain.
“Now,” he ordered and she was powerless to resist his command. She was his…now, forever, always. And she’d never be able to resist his pull. She met his eyes and crossed the room in submissive obedience. She was over his lap before she could give it another thought.
“That’s the good girl I love,” he whispered as he caressed her bottom. “Now let’s give my little pain slut what she needs, hm?” He chuckled softly as he flipped her short skirt up and pinned it against her lower back to hold her in place. As his submissive, she wasn’t allowed to wear panties, so this was one less obstacle between them and where they both needed to go. He pressed his thumb against the jeweled plug in her bottom, another requirement he had of her during her anal training. She moaned lasciviously, squirming against his firm thighs.
“Through words and actions, you’ve been asking for some extra attention tonight. And I’m going to give it to you, my girl, so settle in. I’m taking you to dark orange.”
Dark orange.
On a scale from green to red – and every lemongrass, chartreuse, and marigold shade in between – dark orange would be the deepest and hardest they’d ever explored together. They’d flirted with deeper sessions before—and both understood that they would reach red at some point together—but this was a new depth for them. A shiver coursed through her body and she reared up in a protective gesture. His hand kept her where he wanted her. “Tsk, tsk, you’re not going anywhere. Not until I’ve finished giving you what you need.” She exhaled a shuddering breath and did her best to relax against his lap.
When the first barrage of stinging spanks came, his palm popping across her bare bottom and exposed sit spots, the initial shock faded quickly into a familiar singeing warmth and she sighed against his calf. “Enjoying your warm-up, baby?” He continued peppering her exposed, squirming ass. “You’re already turning a nice shade of pink for me. But pink isn’t going to get you to dark orange, my little pain princess, is it?” She groaned as his words caressed her very soul and reminded her of what he had in store for her. He leveled a nasty, biting spank across her, his firm palm grazing the plug and clipping both cheeks. “Use your words.”
“Yes, Sir,” she grunted through clenched teeth, pain and embarrassment tingeing her confession. “I want dark orange.”
“Good girl. And you’re going to tell me when you get there…and I’ll decide whether or not you’ve had enough.”
“Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir.” Each word coupled with another smack across her exposed backside.
He picked up the sandal next, the leather one that made the best noises against her ass…and elicited the best noises from her as well. With her bottom already sensitive from the warmup, the sandal seared across her backside as he gained in speed and intensity.
Echoes of the sandal strikes and her whimpering filled the room. “That’s it, my girl…tell me how much it hurts…tell me how much you like it…tell me how much you need this…and thank me for all of it.” His harsh murmuring penetrated her psyche through the endorphin-laden fog and rendered her hypnotized, entranced by the delicious pain he doled out.
“Thank you,” she rasped as her hand flew back to protect herself from a particularly vicious blow on her hip.
“Uh uh,” he pinned her errant hand against her lower back. “We’re not to dark orange yet, are we? You’re not done until I say you’re done, and you don’t dare use those hands again,” he growled as he intensified his onslaught. “And, for that infraction, my naughty little pain slut, you don’t get to rub your bottom.” She groaned and slumped against his lap, the burning sear settling into her ass and radiating through her overwrought body. She hadn’t even considered rubbing her abused cheeks until now, but after he’d planted the idea in her head, it was all she could think of. And this is exactly what he wanted.
“I’ll bet you wish you could get some comfort for this stinging, aching bottom of yours, hm?” he teased her. “Well, I won’t rub, but maybe I can distract you a bit before the final push.” He put the sandal down, and she took a ragged breath during the momentary reprieve. “That’s it…deep breaths for me…in…and out…in…and out….good.” As her breathing regulated under his tutelage, he gripped the base of the plug buried in her ass and began tugging and tapping, stimulating her needy little hole. She moaned and twisted on his lap. The additional teasing only served to exacerbate the burn and ache, but it served another dark, hidden purpose.
In an unconscious shift that seemed as natural as breathing, her brain switched over. She was no longer his submissive, no longer his pain slut…no. She was now his slave. A slave to the pain he was providing her, a slave to the experience he wanted to give her.
“Where are you right now, my girl? Are you hitting the limits?” He let go of the plug, and her greedy hole pulled it back into its rightful place.
“Mmm…good, Master…want dark orange…want everything.” She’d lost control of some of her speech, but she retained what mattered most in this moment—her ability to refer to him as “Master.”
His reaction was immediate. He grabbed the final implement—a wooden spoon—and put it before her lips to kiss it. His erection dug into her side as wetness coated her inner thighs. “Master is about to take his slave home.”
She quickly lost count of how many times the spoon connected with her searing cheeks. And she’d long since given up struggling, kicking, and crying out. What was the point in carrying on when they both knew that this was exactly what she needed? Fat tears trailed down her face and dropped to the plush carpet beneath her. She sniffled as the pop, pop, pop of the spoon filled the room.
“Orange…dark orange!” she croaked, barely able to force herself to admit it.
“Just a few more, my slave…you’re so close.”
Within moments and after a dozen more harsh blows, he threw the spoon to the floor and he pulled her into a cradled position against him in the bed. Sobs wracked her body, and she released a guttural scream against his chest…a release, a catharsis, a call of communion with the man who owned her.
“That’s my girl. Shhh. That’s my girl. You did such a good job for me. Breathe now. Let it out…let it all out for me…I’ve got you…I’ve got you and I’m never letting you go…” He whispered encouragement as she trembled against him. “Such a strong, brave girl…my good girl…”
“Th-thank you, Sir,” she mumbled against his chest, still sniffling from her tears.
“Thank you for what?”
“Thank you for giving me what I needed, for knowing how to take me there, and for being brave enough to push me further than I thought I could go.” Her words miraculously returned in the aftermath of her ordeal, as he blanketed her in his warmth and praise.
“You’ve never called me ‘Master’ before. How do you feel about that?”
“Um, not really sure…but it felt…right.”
“It felt right to me, too. And, full disclosure, you know that calling me that once isn’t going to be enough for me…I’m going to want to hear that more from now on.”
“Well, I guess we’ll just have to keep exploring the deep orange with each other, Master, hm?”
“I guess we will, my little slave, I guess we will.”
Well, folks, tomorrow I was supposed to be announcing the release of my new novel—Sentenced: A Dark Doctor Romance—but my publisher and I have decided to push it back by two weeks. Honestly, I’d rather get it right than rush it, but I was getting pretty excited to share Jens and Leila with you! But they’ll be with us soon enough, I suppose.
So until May 2, I guess I’ll have to come up with some other scintillating, scandalous smut to share with you, hmm? 🔥😈 Let’s see what I can cook up…
Sentenced to the Doctor is set to come out NEXT WEEK (Friday, April 18)! For our final excerpt, Leila considers her changing circumstances, some new punishments she’s experienced (what the hell is “The Saddle? 😉 ), and how she might be able to endure her ongoing sentence at Repro 629.
Jolting herself awake from a nightmare she could barely remember, Leila found herself back in her cell, hands chained to the wall, wrapped in a blanket and a new set of scrubs, body aching from overexertion, and in desperate need of an orgasm. And the disc on her throbbing clit was still in place. Since arriving at Repro 629, this certainly wasn’t her first night in these circumstances. But something had shifted.
Since her sentencing, she’d been resolved to resist as much as possible. And her hatred for the Republic was more firmly entrenched than ever. But now Jens was opening her up to a world of experiences, sensations, and feelings she struggled to understand. After each session, he left her skin tingling, her passion roaring, and her senses maddeningly overwhelmed. She’d never met anyone who could read her so perfectly. And it had nothing to do with the myriad instruments and readouts from her time in The Chair.
His mastery of her body had begun on day one, but his mastery of her soul and her mischievous spirit had been deliciously stealthy and slow-burning. She now found herself craving everything that he could offer her. The pleasure, the pain, the spankings, the discipline, the bondage, the care, the concern…the kindness. After her stint in The Saddle and his gentle treatment when she couldn’t withstand anymore, she envisioned herself curling up in his lap any time she needed support. He’d become her source of discipline and comfort.
And she wanted both.
Leila and Jens arrive in Sentenced to the Doctor next Friday—I’ll share buy links as they go live!
Sentenced to the Doctor is set to come out on April 18, and I’m thrilled to get to share with you! Each week, as we get closer to the big day, I plan on sharing an excerpt with you to whet your appetite a bit.
In this week’s excerpt, Leila has earned herself a(nother) punishment at Jens’s hand. And Jens is giving her the correction she needs, while also navigating his complicated feelings for her and their situation.
If he lusted after her yesterday, today he was positively salivating. And the sight of her exposed ass, trembling but ready to take his special brand of discipline, forced him to stifle a rumble from deep within his chest. Keeping his left hand pressed down on the middle of her back, he cupped one of her cheeks and squeezed it before doing the same to the other.
“Remember this is all about choices. And today you’ve chosen to have me punish this beautiful ass of yours.” Her gagged groan resonated throughout her body, and she wriggled beneath him. According to the console, her responses were off the charts. And she was about to get exactly what she was hoping for.
He landed the first spank at the join of her thighs and ass, and he marveled at how just one of his hands could cover so much of her exposed flesh. So tiny, yet so tough, she absorbed the blow with only the smallest grunt. With her head turned to the side, he could meet her eyes before the next spank, and he saw the deep need within them. And as he laid into her tight bottom, tattooing her cheeks with a couple more sharp, measured blows, he spoke to that need.
“You’re so incredibly strong. And you’re taking your spanking so well,” he murmured, caressing and soothing the pink palm prints he’d left on her. After two more cracks against the backs of her thighs, he got to the heart of the matter. “Tell me. Have you ever wondered what it would feel like not to have to fight all the time? To let yourself be taken care of? To channel your strength in another way? To not have to act out in order to be seen?”
She turned her head to avoid his gaze, but her trembling body betrayed her. The spanking was resonating with her on a deeper level than any other punitive measures had. If he wasn’t quite connecting with her, he had at least given her food for thought.
“Just a few more and then it’s time for your first session, Leila.”
She didn’t stir, she didn’t struggle, she didn’t complain. With a nearly imperceptible whitening of her knuckles, she tightened her grip and he worked on finishing the job he’d started, one that he both relished and regretted. While he loved disciplining his defiant little subject and suspected that she enjoyed it as well, he wished the two of them could be anywhere other than a government-sanctioned penal installation. If his Leila needed to be disciplined, then he wanted to be the one to do the disciplining. He didn’t want to be the arm of the government body mandating her punishment. It was a subtle distinction, but it made a world of difference to Jens and his dominant sensibilities.
I hope you enjoyed that as much as I enjoyed writing and sharing it!
Sentenced to the Doctor is set to come out on April 18, and I’m thrilled to get to share with you! Each week, as we get closer to the big day, I plan on sharing an excerpt with you to whet your appetite a bit.
In this week’s excerpt, we get a glimpse of Leila Jones’s first session with Dr. Jens Kelly at Reprogramming Center 629. She’s strapped into The Chair and getting her first taste of what her punishment will be like. Unfortunately, her mouthiness has already earned her a gag, so she’ll have to be the silent, suffering type for the time being.
Poor, poor Leila… 😉
Leila couldn’t remember a time when she had felt more exposed and overloaded. Spanked, probed, cleansed, clamped, restrained, and gagged, she tried to grapple with how much her circumstances had changed in such a short amount of time. And she was losing the battle.
“I can see you’re struggling with this, Leila,” Jens murmured as he stroked her forehead. “You don’t want to like it, but despite your best efforts, you do. And I want to make you feel good, want to give you a taste of how nice it can feel to cooperate and to accept your treatment.”
She tried, yet again, to pull away, not ready to admit what they both already knew. The readings from all the probes and sensors were clear as day. She was enjoying his treatment.
“If you want to keep on fighting this, by all means, that’s your prerogative,” he whispered, running his gloved fingertips down her neck, across her collarbone, and over her clamped nipple. “But how about we make a little deal?”
“Deal?” she asked, though it came out as a grunt through the gag. Leila found herself more than a little curious about why someone in his position, someone holding all the power, would be interested in negotiating with her.
“That’s right, a deal,” he said, a smile lacing his voice.
It would’ve been so easy for him to be menacing, to threaten her with his size and strength, but his voice was soft, coaxing, and friendly. Leila felt herself becoming seduced by her handsome doctor and decided to hear him out. As if she had a choice.
“I need you to climax for me in order to get a measured response posted to your record. As with everything else we do in here, I’ll use that information in your ongoing treatment program. Now, one way or another, I’m getting that reading. If you play nice and give me an orgasm, you’ll have the rest of the day off to take a shower and relax in your room. But if you keep fighting this, I can promise you won’t get a moment’s rest until you surrender.”
Friendly, authoritative, and gorgeous. It was a lethal combination Leila had never encountered before. When her eyes locked with his and registered his patience and concern for her, she nodded her assent. She’d give him what he wanted. And she’d be fooling herself if she acted as if she didn’t want it, too. Badly.
“That’s my good girl.”
Her pussy and anus tightened around the probes, registering on the console, betraying her body and soul, and giving him scientific proof of how much she loved his praise, how much she loved being a good girl for him. He made a few annotations and tapped a couple of commands into the tablet. The sensations vibrating through her core intensified and her hips rocked and humped the probes, desperate to gain some leverage and get the penetration she craved.
Dr. Kelly, smiling at her from between her legs, seated the probes more deeply and locked them in position, filling her just to the edge of pain. He then grabbed yet another, smaller implement from the tray. “Ready to give me what I want from you, Leila?”
She nodded quickly, desperate for release. He ran his gloved hand across her inner thigh as he touched a vibrating, stylus-like device to her straining clit. As the console beeped frantically in the background, an audible reflection of her imminent release, she bucked and screamed into the gag as he ran the device in circles around her taut bud. “That’s it. Let go for me. Let this happen, Leila. Give me your orgasm,” he encouraged her.
The whole session came to a head within moments—the spanking, the nudity, the defiance, the gag, the comfort, the fear, the exam, the restraints, Jens —and she gave herself over to the climax. A searing light of absolute pleasure flooded her body, pulling in from her extremities and coursing through her, causing her to tremble against every restraint holding her in place. Leila begged for it to end, begged for it to continue, begged for it to wipe away the pain and darkness inside her.
I hope you enjoyed that as much as I enjoyed writing and sharing it!
His hand extends to me from the darkness. To pleasure me? To hurt me? To blend the two extremes? I crave His dominance with everything that I am, yet I doubt my ability to remain intact in His presence.
How do I navigate something so powerful yet so terrifying? How do I look myself in the mirror and see anything other than His reflection staring back at me through my own eyes? How do I stand tall in my sense of self when every instinct commands me to kneel before Him?
I know where He’ll lead me…where He’ll drag me, kicking and screaming…where He’ll weave his way into the most private corners of my soul. Am I powerless to stop Him?
Or am I wise enough not to try?
I’ve been noodling on a few sketches/vignettes for some of my protagonists and thought I’d share these with you for thoughts and input! Plus, this gives me a way to purge these ideas, make way for some new ones, and (hopefully) turn a few readers on in the process! 😉 Enjoy!
Mmmm…damn. I put one of those hot button words in the title, didn’t I? Well, it was worth it!
I just found out the release date for my next novel! On April 18, Sentenced to the Doctor will be published and live, and I can’t wait to share it with you! Although, I also admit to being a little nervous, too.
Not only will this will be my first publication in seven years, but it’s also a little bit of a departure for me. Oh, fear not, there’s a feisty heroine, a firm-handed hero, and plenty of D/s goodness to constitute a great one-handed read. But Sentenced to the Doctor also layers in some futuristic/post-apocalyptic elements that are new to me. I’ll be interested to hear what you think!
I’ll include a blurb below, and I’ll be sure to share some teasers and excerpts over the coming weeks!
Hundreds of years in the future, in the repressive, post-nuclear Republic of New Cascadia, Leila Jones, a defiant foot soldier in the resistance and a closet submissive, is on a one-woman mission to fight the system any way she can. When she gets caught defiling a public building, her third offense, she’s remanded to a state-sanctioned Reprogramming Facility. Her sentence is three months in The Chair, a device designed to pleasure convicted criminals into making the right choices.
Dr. Jens Kelly, a counselor at Reprogramming Facility 629 and a man with secrets, is determined to guide and support all the prisoners with whom he works. When he comes up against Leila and her willful noncompliance, he’s going to have to tap into his dominant nature, some good old-fashioned spankings, and all of the naughty devices embedded in the Chair to give her the correction she needs.
But as they begin to fall in love, will they be able to trust each other long enough in order to escape the grasp of The Republic?
Motivation is a vital factor when it comes to so many aspects of our lives.
Dragging yourself out of bed before dawn to go work out. Filing your taxes. Dealing with the piles of laundry that seemed to have appeared out of nowhere. Buckling down and putting pen to paper on a new book idea. Submitting to the will of another and placing yourself entirely in their hands.
The common denominator here is motivation. And finding the right motivation at the right time for the right person…that’s truly sublime.
In my particular case, motivation comes in the form of little treats. And Mr. Elise understands this implicitly. After spending the better part of the last two weeks hammering out my newest erotica work in progress, I put the final period on my first draft last night.
Well, the big day is finally here! Please allow me to introduce Rudolf Wyatt, the hero of Jack Crosby’s and my newest release, Running Wild! This stand-alone sequel to Rules of the Wild follows the story of Rudolf (Tobias Wyatt’s younger, more impulsive brother) and Jordyn Maxwell, both professional mushers in the world of sled dog racing that have been hand-selected as two of ten total contestants to compete in this year’s Chimney Run 600 race from North Pole, Alaska down to Anchorage.
Before I share a quick blurb with you and then run out to celebrate, please allow me to thank my astoundingly talented co-author, Jack Crosby, and our outstanding publisher, Stormy Night Publications!
Be sure to grab your copy of Running Wildtoday and let Rudolf Wyatt help melt away those winter blues!!!
Blurb:
When former Olympian Jordyn Maxwell is selected to participate in the most grueling sled dog race in Alaska, a six-hundred-mile ordeal that puts even the most experienced mushers to the test, she is determined to prove herself and bring home the top prize. But the competition will be fierce.
Though she expected the long, difficult journey across the frozen wilderness to be a lonely affair, Jordyn quickly forms a bond with handsome fellow racer Rudolf Wyatt. But when she puts her safety at risk with her reckless behavior, Jordyn is shocked by Wyatt’s willingness to take her over his knee for a humiliating spanking on her bare bottom, and as the race continues she finds herself with blushing cheeks and a burning backside on several more occasions.
Wyatt’s bold dominance and stern correction leave Jordyn intensely aroused, and when he takes her in his arms and claims her hard and thoroughly it is unlike anything she has experienced before. But will their passion survive the trials of this harsh land and the scheming of someone who seems intent on keeping either of them from crossing the finish line alive?
Publisher’s Note: Running Wild is a stand-alone book which is the second entry in the Wild Alaska series. It includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.
P.S. Did I mention that this one has puppies in it?
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