Hello, my friends. It’s been a few weeks since we corresponded, and Thanksgiving seemed a perfect time to touch base. I have a story to tell as well.
I don’t know what your plans are for Thanksgiving (my US peeps) or for Black Friday (US and Canadian peeps), but in my home, we’re having a quiet, laid back sort of holiday. Although it’s not a holiday in November up here in Canada, it feels like one. My husband and I are both taking Thursday and Friday off to reach down to our US roots and celebrate with our friends, even the friends who live so far away.
But that’s not all I wanted to say. I promised you a story. This one is a tidbit from my own life, and it’s brief.
Living in Los Angeles in the early 90s was a pretty busy time for me. I was working as a technical writer for a very large road building firm (think freeways), and although I wasn’t thrilled with the job, it paid the bills. I had two very young daughters, splitting their time between me and my ex-husband. I missed them.
Thanksgiving approached, and since my ex’s family always threw a humongous Thanksgiving party, including games, a feast, lots of conversation, many children, etc., I knew it would be cruel to keep my daughters away from the fun, so my ex had them for the holiday. As I am a person with virtually zero family, I knew Thanksgiving was going to be a lonely day.
Then I got invited to an “orphan’s Thanksgiving” party. There were going to be many friends there, and it was designed to be a get-together for people like me who had no family to share the special day with. I RSVP’d in the affirmative right away.
Thanksgiving rolled around and I got all dressed up, made up, perfumed and prettied for my night with friends. I got to the party and was greeted warmly by many people I knew. I was a little surprised by how many people were orphans like me, but I felt right at home.
When I saw Ken there, I remembered the frosty-freezy reception I gave him when we’d encountered each other in person for the first time at a Halloween party the month before. I fully expected to give him a cold shoulder on Thanksgiving as well, because he was there with the same girl, and I’ve never been one to flirt with someone who’s “taken.” I would be polite, of course, but distant. That was despite the fact that I found his writing compelling, when I read it on the online bulletin board we both participated in. He was interesting, fascinating even, but off-limits.
Well, the evening started off pleasantly enough, but soon I discovered that Ken’s relationship with the other girl was on the rocks. That he was there with her only because they’d RSVP’d as a couple and didn’t want to back out. They weren’t officially broken up, but it was obvious there was nothing left there but a shell.
He was charming, he was funny, he was incredibly intelligent, and had a forceful personality. He often dominated conversation without being domineering. I was more and more intrigued by him, and many times remembered his writing, where his thoughts about relationships so echoed my own.
We flirted a bit, then more. The other girl glared at me — apparently, she wasn’t quite as finished with the relationship as Ken was. That was not good, as far as I was concerned.
Eventually, toward the end of the evening, it was blatantly obvious that Ken and I were on the track to something interesting. I was still very cognizant of the other girl, and didn’t let things progress past a casual flirtation.
Then he asked me out. I was so torn. I so wanted to share some one-on-one time with this incredible man, but also aware that we had many friends in common, and I’d be a “homewrecker” if I appeared to be the cause of his finally breaking up with the girl who remained interested in him. So…reluctantly, painfully, I said no to his invitation.
I did offer a caveat, though. I told him that I’d go out with him one month after he’d broken up officially and finally with the woman he’d been dating. One month. I didn’t want to start going out with him only days after he’d ceased the relationship because I could be considered a cause of the break up. I wasn’t the cause, and I didn’t want that reputation.
By mid-December, everyone knew that his relationship with “M” was terminated. He and she were still friends, but not dating anymore. Ken is the kind of guy who keeps those friendships — we orphans are loathe to leave people behind once we’ve formed a bond. So they were on good terms, but both free to date others. She took up with another guy pretty quickly, but Ken waited. We chatted online a few times, we talked to each other on the phone, we took the time to get to know each other without dating.
When a month rolled around, I was in Washington DC at President Clinton’s inauguration, where I’d been invited to attend a big inaugural ball. (Not an opportunity anyone should ever pass up, no matter what party you voted for.) So, even though we’d reached “the day”, we couldn’t spend it together.
I came home and within 24 hours, was greeted at my door by Ken, bearing chocolates and flowers and a great big smile.
I have never looked back from that day. We got married about two years later.
Thanksgiving is special to me because it began a romance I know will carry me through all the ups and downs of my life. It’s been almost 21 years and I’m hoping for at least 21 years more.
Happy Thanksgiving! May your day be as beautiful a memory as mine.
Over the past few weeks, I’ve been preparing some material for presentation to TV and movie producers. I decided to use the Romantek series for this venture, because the concept would make for good entertainment and, although they’re sci-fi at the core, the special effects would be cheap to produce. I decided to start my presentation with some background on Romantek the process, and then follow with details about book one (The Winner: Romantek Book One).
As I worked through this, I had to think about what movie/TV genre the books would fall in. They’re science-fiction because they deal with future technology, but they’re also romances because they deal with relationships, and yet they are also time-travel. They don’t fit in a box. Producers don’t like that, but this particular group of industry professionals has taken chances in the past, so I’m hoping something in the concept resonates with them. They’ll morph my ideas to suit them. That’s the way Hollywood works. I know. I was part of that machine for many years.
Growing up in that environment does give a person an insider’s perspective, but since I moved away from LA. twenty years ago, things may have changed. They won’t have changed by much—the wheels of Hollywood grind slowly. But the people I used to deal with in the industry have moved on and I no longer have those connections. I have to start from scratch.
With a little luck and a glimmer of talent, I’ll be able to get my foot back in the door. Although I have to submit my pitch on Monday, the decision won’t be made until April. Like I said, the wheels grind slowly.
If you’re curious about Romantek, you can buy book one (The Winner) for 99 cents right now, and the other three books at a two dollar discount, just $2.99 each. Go here for more information and an excerpt from The Winner.
Wish me luck as I navigate the unpredictable waters of the entertainment industry once again. Although I had some success there before, the times have changed, the producers are younger and hungrier, and the competition is more numerous and talented. But I do have a few things going for me, not the least of which are over thirty published novels and novellas. That has to count for something!
You all might remember the jist of that title from Monty Python’s heyday. But it applies pretty well to the book I’d like to introduce you to today. Passionate Punishment by Rollin Hand, is a book of six novelettes, all romance, all spanking-related. Not only are the books in this volume interesting, but so is the author. He’s a smart, sassy man with a great sense of humor, and his perspective is decidedly male. I think you’ll find it different and fun to read his work.
These novelettes were first published in 2013 and 2014, paired, but Rollin hadn’t marketed them as romance, which was an oversight. Now he’s reintroducing them as a single volume, which is a great deal for spanking romance readers.
Here is a rundown on Passionate Punishment, available both in eBook and paperback editions.
The Ladies of Heatherton Hall
Joshua Fairchild is a struggling American student until he discovers he is heir to an estate on an obscure English island. Oakton Island is both remote and unusual. Old traditions hold sway there, and as Josh finds out, he has duties as the Earl of Carlisle that he would never have dreamed existed, including meting out discipline to his own household. Josh meets the estate’s lovely Lady Gwyneth, and it’s not long before the mutual attraction between them comes to a boil. But when the task of administering discipline comes to include not only the staff and guests, but the fair lady herself, the pair of lovers come face to face with an agonizing decision.
The Countess and the Magician
It is the spring of 1944 and in occupied France a French resistance agent, code name LaFleur, plots to extract information from the German high command, information that may be vital to the success of the invasion. In reality, Lafleur is the Countess Angelique Dubois, purveyor of entertainment of a carnal nature and madam to a high class clientele enamored of the disciplinary arts. But to carry off the mission, the Countess needs The Magician, a mysterious American agent trained in the orient. The magician, one Marc Merlin, must go under cover with his assistant Caroline Grey, a pretty English data analyst, as players in The Countess’s entertainment tableaux, enactments of dominance, submission, pain and pleasure.
Brenda Starling, ace reporter for a Portland, Oregon newspaper, is on to a story, one that involves sinister abductions of young pretty females coupled with painful and humiliating judicial type punishments. Who is doing this and why? Brenda is determined to find out, heedless of the risk to her personal safety. This does not sit well with her photographer boyfriend who will not hesitate to discipline his headstrong girlfriend when the need arises. And as Brenda’s investigation brings her closer to the truth, she discovers that the hunter may have become the hunted.
Fall’s Creek Women’s Prison
Connie Bright is a rookie police officer with a mission – to enter the notorious women’s correctional facility at Fall’s Creek undercover, as an inmate, and discover the criminal enterprise being run on the inside. But it is 1955 and corporal punishment for inmates is very much the norm at Falls Creek where a date with Black Betty, the notorious prison razor strap, is something to be feared. On top of that, there is the tough as nails inmate, Tall Mary, known to all as Big Momma, the ruler of the cell block. It is not wise to cross her, for as all the inmates know, momma will spank. As the true nature of the crime inside the walls becomes clearer, Connie is faced with a question–who is in on it, and worse, who can she trust to get her out?
Tumalo Bend 1895
Hank Carson, a prosperous rancher in the high desert country of Oregon, is at his wit’s end. His nearly adult daughters have been skipping school, and their last “hooky” incident has had them off canoodling with the local swains. Hank realizes that at their age what they really need is a tutor and governess. Enter Diana Fitzhugh, an English émigré with a desire to see the West. But she finds that as tutor to the Carson girls she has her hands full. A suffragette rally that becomes a riot lands her and the girls in trouble, with painful consequences at the business end of a birch rod. On top of that she becomes aware of a growing attraction between her and the tough old rancher. But can a lady used to the comforts of civilization be happy on a ranch in the rugged West? And what about Hank’s old fashioned notions of appropriate domestic discipline? For in the wild west, what goes for the girls applies equally, if not more, to a wife.
The land of Thracia is under siege. Viking raiders have taken advantage of its weakness while its men are off to war. So in stark disobedience to her father’s orders, Lady Jayne and her cousin, Lady Celia, decide to act as scouts to discover the threat posed by the raiders. The threat is real enough as the ladies learn. They are ambushed, but a pair of knights intervenes, thwarting the attack on the two women. Who were these knights? A pair of brothers, Garth and Rance Devane, on their way to see Jayne’s father, Robert DeCorday, Baron of Thracia. The brothers have been sent by King Alfred to spy on the activities of the Vikings and report back. But in the meantime, it seems they must deal with two headstrong ladies who are not only in need of constant rescue, but require appropriate chastisement as well. Wills clash and sparks fly as the Devane brothers set about to tame both the Viking horde and the Thracian ladies.
“Tell Mrs. Finch to prepare a rod — no, make that two. And tell the girls to report to the library in half an hour.”
“At once, Lady Gwyneth,” said Griggs, who then turned and left. “Come with me,” she said to Josh.
When they were all in the library she shut the door. “Our staff,” she said, “are like family. Generations have been in service here at Heatherton Hall. No one ever gets fired. But as in all families there are behavior lapses and discipline problems. This is apparently the end result of a long standing feud between Jane and Millie. They have been warned about this before. Now it has resulted in damage. Griggs was right to put them on report.”
“So what happens now?”
“What happens now is that they will both receive a flogging.”
Josh let this sink in. “A flogging? Are you kidding?” This was 2013, not 1913.
“I know our ways may seem odd to you, but it is part of the compact that has served all of us for generations. Perhaps you have heard that the birch is in use for certain offenses here on the island, so it is part of our culture. Only …”
“Daddy did this. Always. Ever since I can remember. As the lord of Heatherton Hall, it was his duty. He was the ultimate authority.”
“And therefore the new earl should do it, newcomer or not,” said Lydia Heatherton.
“Granny!” said Gwyneth. “You can’t expect him to…”
“Why not?” shot back Lady Heatherton. “He’s the earl now. It’s his job, like it or not.”
From The Countess and the Magician
“Let me ask you something Captain. Your orders were to follow my instructions, correct?”
Merlin nodded. “They said this is your operation.”
“And if I give you an instruction, one that involves the mission?”
Merlin shrugged. “I’m to do it.”
“Good.” Angelique smiled. “Now yesterday,” she began slowly, “Caroline nearly compromised the whole mission because she disobeyed you and acted impulsively, correct?”
Merlin looked pointedly at Caroline who seemed to shrink under his gaze. “Yes, she did.”
“Then I think she should be punished for that lapse.”
“What?” said Caroline, sitting up.
Merlin’s eyebrows shot up. “Punished?”
“Yes. So as my first order regarding the mission, I want you to punish Caroline. She is your ‘niece’ and you are acting in loco parentis as your cover, so yes, I want you to punish her, right here, right now.”
“Now wait a minute…” said Caroline, clearly alarmed. What did she think she was going to tell him to do?
“Pull that chair to the center of the room, Captain.” She had indicated an armless chair sitting against the wall.
Merlin shrugged, got up and pulled it over. “Ok, what now?” he said. But he was beginning to get an idea.
“Good,” said Angelique. “Now put her across your knee and spank her hard. Go ahead, she’s had a spanking before.”
Merlin grinned. “Seriously?” The idea did have definite appeal. Perhaps the girl could use a good spanking to make her understand how serious he was about obeying instructions.
“I’ve never been more serious,” said Angelique coldly. “Do it.”
From Lady Jayne
“Suppose you tell us who you are, then we’ll decide what to do with you,” said Garth.
Celia drew herself up. “I’ll have you know we are–”
“Nobody,” interrupted Jayne. “We’re nobody. I’m Mary and this is Beth. We are from the village of Fern, a few miles from here.”
“Just simple village girls, are you?” said Rance. “All right then. Garth, what’s the penalty for burglary in these parts?”
“Oh, I think probably hanging. Do we have a rope?” Garth made a show of looking around.
“We are not burglars!” said Jayne, angrily.
“Or maybe, given their tender youth, they’d be let off with a sound thrashing. What do you think?”
“That’s more likely,” said Rance. “Actually a good spanking would probably be sufficient to teach these two village girls not to snoop.”
“We’re not snooping,” said Jayne, now exasperated. “We only came in seeking shelter. When are you going to get that through your thick skulls?”
“A little snippy for village girls addressing knights, don’t you think?” said Rance, looking at his brother, eyebrows raised.
Garth pursed his lips and nodded in agreement. “Aye. Well, best get to it. Then we’ll send them on their way. Their fathers will probably add a touch more to the red bottoms we’re going to give them.”
About the author:
Rollin Hand writes erotic spanking fiction, mixing classic spanking and BDSM themes with romance, intriguing plots, vivid characterization and surprising twists. Rollin has published over forty volumes of novels, short story collections, novelettes and novellas exploring the allure and eroticism of spanking and BDSM in adult relationships. The genres he covers include romance, thrillers, westerns, paranormal, medieval and historical drama, contemporary domestic drama and humor. Rollin’s works cover a variety of orientations including M/F, F/F, F/M and switch.
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