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Becoming a vampire is easy. Living with the condition...that's the hard part.

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Billionaire CEO of Blakely Incorporated, Natasha runs her empire with an eagle eye for every detail. She's an obsessive, compulsive, micromanaging hard-ass, consumed by the need to control every aspect of her life and her business.

But underneath that seemingly strong fa├žade, Natasha is a swirling mess of anger, anxiety and sexual addiction. Only her therapist, Dr. Benson, knows how close she is to burning out...or exploding. He insists on a radical form of treatment - Submission Therapy - knowing that it's her only hope.

Skeptical but intrigued, Natasha agrees to attend the first session. What she finds there is an erotically-charged environment that will forgive none of her habitual bad behavior. And a steely-eyed man who seems to read her every desire - even the ones she won't admit to herself.

Will Natasha learn what it means to submit? Or will she allow her brittle pride to rob her of what she truly needs?



Consummate Therapy Omnibus Edition (three books in one!)
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The entire “Consummate Therapy” series in omnibus format. If you haven’t caught up with the trials and tribulations of Natasha Blakely, billionaire CEO, then now is the perfect time to get your fingers wet. Sorry, “feet”. Not fingers.
When we first meet Natasha in “Submission Therapy”, she’s a hard-nosed control freak with unhealthy addictions to coffee, cigarettes, and pretty young men with prices on their...well, let’s say “heads”. When her therapist, Dr. Benson, recommends radical therapy, she is introduced to the notion of letting go, of releasing control. Master Sweet shows her the mental, physical and emotional benefits of simply submitting to the will of another.
Her journey continues through “Occupational Therapy”, where she learns a most intimate form of personal control. Her determination is strong but brittle, and though she’s had great success in her business life, she finds these personal challenges far more difficult. Simply because they require her to open up all the emotions and memories that she has suppressed or denied in order to compete in a man’s world. When this chapter ends, Natasha is faced with the most pivotal emotional choice she’s ever had to make.
Which brings us to “Immersion Therapy”. This story brings out the best and worst of Natasha’s behavior. Her pride wars with her need. With the overload of sensation that Master Sweet has introduced her to, she flails against everything she once knew to be true. Yet she struggles to believe that a man who feels this good can have any kind of permanence in her life.

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The excitement is everywhere, from Las Vegas to Brisbane! In fact, it’s probably right in the middle of those two places that the excitement is greatest! So, depending on which direction you go, that’s either in southern Central African Republic, or about 1,000 miles south of Hawai’i.
That’s right the “Consummate Therapy” series is complete!


If you haven’t caught up with the trials and tribbing...sorry, tribulations...of Natasha Blakely, billionaire CEO, then now is the perfect time to get your fingers wet. Sorry, I meant “feet”. Get your feet wet.


en we first meet Natasha, she’s a hard-nosed control freak with unhealthy addictions to coffee, cigarettes, and pretty young men with prices on their...well, let’s say “heads”. When her therapist, Dr. Benson, recommends “Submission Therapy”, she is introduced to the notion of letting go, of releasing control. Master Sweet shows her the mental, physical and emotional benefits of simply submitting to the will of another.

Her journey continues through “Occupational Therapy”, where she learns a most intimate form of personal control. Her determination is strong but brittle, and though she’s had great success in her business life, she finds these personal challenges far more difficult. Simply because they require her to open up all the emotions and memories that she has suppressed or denied in order to compete in a man’s world. When this chapter ends, Natasha is faced with the most pivotal emotional choice she’s ever had to make.

Which brings us to “Immersion Therapy”. That story released on Friday, November 30th in the US, and it brought out the best and worst of Natasha’s behavior. As usual, her pride wars with her need. With the overload of sensation that Master Sweet has introduced her to, she flails against everything she once knew to be true. Yet she struggles to believe that a man who feels this good can have any kind of permanence in her life.

Now with the series complete, we've wrapped it up into this bright and shiny package, just in time for the holidays.

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Immerse Yourself in Therapy. #erotica #bdsm #ebook



He cuffed one hand, running his broad fingers up the inside of my forearm. “Normally I would use hemp rope, as before. Tonight...I don’t wish to lose momentum with you.”
That was as close as I’d ever heard to an admission of impatience from Him. Knowing what my body did to Him, understanding how much He wanted – needed – me, set my heart pounding with delight.
He cuffed my other hand and attached a lead to the chain linking them. Like before, He fed the rope lead though the eyelets on the bed frame. My arms were pulled forward tight as He secured the rope. I rested my head on the mattress, catching my breath as I awaited my beautiful punishment.
Master returned to me and picked up the paddle.
Involuntarily, I wiggled my ass, anticipating the first swat.
I felt his hand instead. He gently massaged each cheek. “Fifteen, Natasha. You will count them.” His hand sank lower to my aching clit. He gave a quick pinch and I squealed. “Understand?” He croaked.
“Yes, Master.”
The first swat landed square between my cheeks. The sting of it stole my voice, but it was the after effect that stole my breath. A swell of heat flushed my body. The balls felt as if they were bouncing around inside me, hitting every wall and nerve, like an erotic pinball machine. The sensation was overwhelming.
“One,” I whimpered helplessly, trying to hold back a yell.
The second swat bit into my left cheek. The familiarity of the feeling was like a warm blanket.
“Two,” I found my voice.
The third and fourth alternated between cheeks, but the fifth swat again found its home right in the middle. That was the sweet spot. A mixture of pain and unbelievable pleasure that, along with the rocking and rolling of those devilish little balls, threatened to ruin my control. I barked out the numbers, sounding more animal than human.
Master stopped, and again I felt his big hands on my ass. He squeezed and kneaded the tender skin. “You are magnificent, Natasha. I could get used to seeing the glow of this ass every day.”
“It is yours to spank, Master.”
He responded in kind, delivering another swat right to the sweet spot, sending pain and pleasure right to my needy mound.


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“Raise your face. Look at me,” Master commanded.
He sat on the edge of the bed, His crotch swollen so much that it was impossible to focus on anything else. It was right there, only inches from my face...but completely inaccessible to me.
“You like what you see.” He mocked me with His taunting tone.
Hell, yeah, I did. I flicked my eyes up to catch His for a second. He held my gaze with those penetrating blue eyes, but reached His hand out towards Chloe, who scurried over to take it. She kissed it, placed it on the back of her neck...and started unfastening His leather pants!
I ground my mouth around the smoothness of the ball gag. The red-headed minx was touching my Master! My body trembled with anger, the way it did when assholes tried to fuck me over in the boardroom. But at least in business I could speak. Here I was mute. Because He willed it.
Why? Why wouldn’t He put me over His knee again? Why, when He knew how wet it made me, how sweet it would be when He drove His cock inside me?
Chloe finished stripping Master and walked back past me. He sat back on the edge of the bed, His cock at half-mast, pulsing with every beat of His heart.
“I can see you so much more clearly than you see yourself, Natasha. I can read you like no-one else can. Even Dr. Benson.”
My head spun a little at that. Switching between the two sides of this one man threatened my balance.
His rich, deep voice continued. “I saw it in you, the moment I mentioned punishment. Your cheeks flushed, your nostrils dilated...you wanted it. Your beautiful little pussy was desperate for my touch.”
I nodded. He had me dead to rights. And nothing had changed. I needed His hands on me. His control over me.
“And you thought you knew how to get it. Act naughty. Defy me. Look at me, I’m a bad girl. And essentially, we’re back at square one.”
He’d seen straight though me. I should have expected it. Derek had filled up so many notebooks with my bad behavior. How could I expect the Master not to pick up on it. I locked eyes with him and tried to ask a complex question using only the top half of my face.
“You knew what you wanted. And you were willing to do anything it took. Your head is still in that world, where cost is measured only in dollars.” Mischief glinted in my Master’s eyes.
I sensed movement behind me, but dared not turn.
“So you will get your punishment, Natasha. But you will not get my touch until you've earned it.”


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Master Sweet brought the paddle up to my face and held it there. “Kiss it.” He saw my expression morph from fear to puzzlement. “Speak your question.”
“Master, why?”
“Be specific, slave.”
“Sorry, Master. Why would I kiss this object? It’s only going to hurt me.”
“Ask yourself how many kisses you’ve already spent on those who’ve wounded you.” He caressed my cheek with the paddle.
“You will learn so much from this implement. It will take you to places inside of you that you wish you could find alone. That is not an intimacy you wish to share with a stranger.”
For years now my only intimacy had been with strangers. Which further backed up Derek’s insistence that it was time for me to change. I puckered up and with my eyes squeezed shut, kissed the paddle. Surprisingly, I felt less stupid than I expected to.
“You have earned back the right of free, respectful speech. Good girl.”
It was the third time he’d said that to me. Those two little words – good girl – gave me chills on the back of my neck. I sought no praise in daily life, and that’s exactly what I got. The curious thrill it gave me made me want to hear it again. The idea that I had the power to make him say it, make him call me his good girl, simply through obedience, ignited a craving within me.
He switched the paddle back to his spanking hand and rested it against me, right where the base of my ass blended with the backs of my thighs.
“You are making progress, but you still have much to learn.”
“Yes, Master Sweet.” I resigned myself to the punishment, and even thought I might be beginning to understand it. I should have remained still. And next time, I knew I would. If only to hear him tell me I was good.
“Let us continue with that lesson. We will start with ten.”
I held my breath. He swatted the paddle against me, so swiftly that it felt like a bite. I couldn’t contain the small scream that leapt from my throat.
“Count it.”
“One,” I squeaked.
Another swat. Another squeal. “T...two.”
Swat. “Three!” Fierce determination infused my voice with an animalistic frenzy.
With every blow that landed, I felt a brand new white flower of pain against my skin. This was a much more intense punishment than my warm-up. But for all that, I somehow knew I could take it. The Master had already found parts of me I never knew I’d lost, and I sensed he had much more strength than he was using right now. Letting go of control, allowing myself to be cared for and punished by the Master was already having an effect on my stress levels.
With every blow the weight on my shoulders – the money, the investments – seemed to lighten. As if the quakes running through my body were dislodging everything, sending it into some abyss. Stroke by stroke the world shrunk. By the seventh, my entire universe consisted of the stinging red skin on my ass and thighs.
There was peacefulness to that realization. Though painful for the moment, the simplicity of life within these walls was a pleasant relief. The tightness in my chest released with the eighth stroke, and I let out a long controlled breath. A smooth, involuntary moan rode out on it. Master’s voice pressed through the nothingness in my mind.
“You are a swift learner. Perhaps I will relieve you of the final two strokes.”
I swam back into full consciousness. “No, Master. Please.” Two hours ago I would have thought he was cutting me slack. Now it felt like I was being short-changed.
“Excellent. You will indeed make a fine sub.”

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Occupational Therapy

Natasha's experience at the hands of Master Sweet has left her both drained and enlightened. Wanting nothing more than to curl up against him for as long as she can, she is dismayed when he sends her home to dwell on all she's learned.
But being a creature of habit, Natasha's stubborn and rebellious nature leads her back into her old patterns, threatening to undo all her progress. When her symptoms return in full force, she begins to doubt not only the effectiveness of Submission Therapy, but also the motivations of her Master.
Learning of her disobedience, Master Sweet brings forward Natasha's next session. But recognizing her behavior for what it is - a cry for attention - leads Him to change His approach dramatically. If Natasha thought her first lesson was hard...she's in for a real eye-opener.
Does the embattled billionaire have the internal strength to earn back her Master's trust? And how will she handle it when his intentions suddenly become even more serious?


Excerpt
© 2012 by Willsin Rowe & Katie Salidas



I pressed the intercom button on my phone. “Joanna, I’ll be ready for the meeting in just a few minutes. Until then I don’t want to be disturbed at all.”
“Yes, Ms. Blakely,” she responded mechanically.
I couldn’t bear it if someone walked in or interrupted me.
“Enough stalling, Blakely, just do it.” I set the box on my desk, stood, and lifted my skirt. I shimmied out of the cotton underwear Master had instructed me to wear and then eased back into my chair. Remembering Chloe’s advice, and bearing in mind the short time available to me, I put a ball in my mouth and coated it with saliva. Propping one leg up on the desk, I dropped the ball into my hand and held it to my netherlips. “I can’t believe I’m doing this.”
With a little nudge, it popped inside.
I sat motionless for a moment, waiting to feel something strange. Other than a slight chill, the sensation was not unpleasant. Despite the size, being about an inch in diameter, it felt no larger than a tampon.
“That wasn’t so bad. Now for the next.”
The first one had popped inside with hardly a push, but the second one took a little nudging.
Immediately, I felt the need to clench my muscles, wondering if they would really stay inside me. Just to be sure, I inserted a finger and pushed the balls in nice and high. Satisfied they were in as far as they would go, I slowly sat up and retrieved my underwear. I was so glad I’d thought to wear briefs. Extra insurance in case my control wasn’t strong enough. I didn’t want anything hitting the floor during the meeting. I’d soon find out if they really would stay put.
Standing was a truly new sensation. I clenched my muscles tight, feeling as if the balls would drop straight out. Bending to put on my panties was no better. I pictured myself turning into a human BB gun. How the hell was I going to get through this meeting?
A knock at my door had me diving behind my desk. “I said don’t bother me,” I squealed.
I pulled my underwear on as fast as I could and waddled to the door. To my surprise, it was Dr. Benson standing outside.
“Making a house call?” I said arrogantly, though I knew my face had turned sunset red.
His face was all business. “You’ve shown no inclination to follow directions without strong supervision. I’m just here to...offer you guidance.”
A panicked Joanna tried to manhandle the much larger Derek away from me. “I’m so sorry, Ms. Blakely. He wouldn’t listen.”
That’s all I needed, a scene right in the doorway of my office, while I was in such a compromising position. People around us were already beginning to stare. I’m not sure my face could turn any redder, or if I could handle any more unwanted attention.
“It’s fine, Joanna.” I waved her off as if she were a troublesome bug. “Dr. Benson is a special case. Go back to prepping my notes for the meeting.”
She rushed off as if I’d lit a fire to her wanna-be-Gucci heels. Joanna was already on thin ice for the late TP2 reports, and now letting someone slip past her to disturb me. I should have her written up for that. She deserves some kind of punishment. But that would have to be dealt with later.
I pulled Derek into my office and shut the door quickly behind us. When I turned back to him, he’d removed his glasses. Suddenly, despite the bland psychiatrist clothing, Dr. Benson was gone. And Master Sweet had me in His thrall.
He eyed me like a big cat stalking its prey, sending a shiver through my body. I became very aware of the fullness in my pussy, and the moisture developing there.
He closed the small gap between us. “Have you done as I ordered?” His voice turned my legs to cream and it took all I had to stand up straight. The little weighted balls shifted inside me.
“I’ve just put them in, Master.”
Approval bloomed across His face, He leaned in close and whispered in my ear, “Good girl.”
I moaned with delight. “Thank you, Master.”
He reached up and caressed my face. “Don’t thank me yet. Your lesson has only just begun.” His hand sank lower, down between my breasts, past my navel, then found its home between my legs. Even through my clothes, His hand felt magical. “And I needn’t remind you that climaxing, unless I say otherwise, is not permitted.”




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Submission Therapy
EXCERPT:
© November 2012 by Willsin Rowe and Katie Salidas

“If your spirit is the equal of your body...” He ran his fingers across my shoulders and down the gully of my spine. “...then it will be a rare pleasure breaking you in.”
Despite my initial apprehension, his words and his touch sent a thrill through me.
He moved from behind me and my back suddenly felt cold. I watched his muscular form as he prowled to the chair, and admired his grace as he mounted it.
“Bind her. Bring her to me.”
Chloe appeared beside me with a length of smooth rope in her hands. My instincts cried out to run, to fight, but I bit down on them. I could see where this was heading and…and I wasn’t sure I hated it.
With practiced efficiency, Chloe had my wrists secured in under a minute. She led me over to Master Sweet and handed him the loose end of rope.
“Slave, lay across my lap.”
I couldn’t help it. I hesitated. This was so new to me. He curled the rope around his wrist and pulled steadily, with a strength I couldn’t resist. With Chloe’s help he had me prone across his lap, my bare ass angled out and vulnerable. My heartbeat sped with a mixture of excitement and uncertainty. Even though there was something so degrading about being put over someone’s lap, there was a part of me that found it...invigorating. I wasn’t about to let him know I felt that way, though. I held my tongue and watched blankly as Chloe worked, binding me in place.
She took the rope and fed it through the eyelet at the base of the chair, leading it underneath and through a matching eyelet on the other side. She walked around and crouched behind me. From my angle I could only see her hands taking the rope, but I could sense her body heat on the backs of my thighs, feel her breath tickling across my ass…and everywhere else. I wondered if she was there to do more than just tie knots.
The rope’s firm grip around my right knee took me out of that reverie. I watched as Chloe fed the rope back through the loop and then around my left knee. I understood the chair’s construction much better now. Looped around it, with Master Sweet’s strong legs as a cushion, I had nowhere to go. Intriguingly, there was still enough slack in the rope that I could spread my knees apart.
“Look in the mirror.”
I raised my head and stared. I barely recognized myself. In the low light, my black hair almost blended with the room. I could see enough to know it was a mess, though.
He slipped his hand onto my ass and rested it there, soft, unmoving. The deceptively light touch sent chills rippling across my body.
“You’ve earned a spanking for your disobedience. You will watch as your punishment is delivered, and you will count the strokes.”
My breath hitched in my chest. Spanking. I hadn’t had one of those since I was a little girl. So demeaning, and yet the thought of it sent heat rushing between my thighs. There was a part of me that longed for it. In a world where I constantly had to think at least six to twelve months ahead, a consequence that was both immediate and tangible somehow felt like a luxury.
He raised his hand, cocked it like a gun. I followed the movement instinctively, admiring the pure power of it, knowing full well that its force was about to come crashing down on me.
“No. Look into your own eyes.”
I did as instructed. My mouth hung open as I tried to catch my breath, which had begun racing. I clenched my muscles and squeezed my thighs together, waiting for what came next.
The blow, when it landed, cracked like a pistol shot. For the slightest instant all I felt was the jolt through my body. My vision blurred with the impact. Then the sting bloomed on my ass and began to tingle. I watched my own mouth stretch, listened as my breath hissed in. I would not cry out.
“Count it!” he demanded.

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Happy First Birthday, Hunter!

Normally I post all kinds of goodies about the books I write, but today I take the author hat off and proudly show my Mom side. 

Today is my Son's 1st Birthday!

One year ago, today, he came into the world. 9lbs 4oz. There was nothing small about this boy.

It was love at first sight!

Hunter is the best baby a mom could ever ask for!

He's a laid back kind of guy! 

He loves his sister!

He loves dinner time!

He loves to smile!

He's never too busy to stop for a quick photo shoot!

He's always willing to try new foods!

He's mommy's lil helper too! "Buy my mom's books," he says!

He's always ready to go out and play!

He's never too busy to hang with his family!

Did I mention how helpful he is!

He always remembers to brush his teeth.

He does his part to help around the house!

He loves to fold laundry!

It's not all work though, he loves to "Hang Out" too!

He loves a good book before bed!

And he's a friend to the animals!

Over this magical first year Hunter has done so many things, but no matter what he does or how much he grows, he'll always be Mommy's little man! 

Happy Birthday Hunter! 
This first year was so much fun, here's to many many more!











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"If you are a fan of BDSM and a truly heightened sexual experience in your books than this is most definitely a book for you!"
"The ending of this book had me salivating for the third and final installment."
"With a very strong female lead and a swoon worthy Doctor/Master, this series has me hooked."

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“If your spirit is the equal of your body...” He ran his fingers across my shoulders and down the gully of my spine. “...then it will be a rare pleasure breaking you in.”

Despite my initial apprehension, his words and his touch sent a thrill through me.

He moved from behind me and my back suddenly felt cold. I watched his muscular form as he prowled to the chair, and admired his grace as he mounted it.

“Bind her. Bring her to me.”

Chloe appeared beside me with a length of smooth rope in her hands. My instincts cried out to run, to fight, but I bit down on them. I could see where this was heading and…and I wasn’t sure I hated it.

With practiced efficiency, Chloe had my wrists secured in under a minute. She led me over to Master Sweet and handed him the loose end of rope.

“Slave, lay across my lap.”

I couldn’t help it. I hesitated. This was so new to me. He curled the rope around his wrist and pulled steadily, with a strength I couldn’t resist. With Chloe’s help he had me prone across his lap, my bare ass angled out and vulnerable. My heartbeat sped with a mixture of excitement and uncertainty. Even though there was something so degrading about being put over someone’s lap, there was a part of me that found it...invigorating. I wasn’t about to let him know I felt that way, though. I held my tongue and watched blankly as Chloe worked, binding me in place.

She took the rope and fed it through the eyelet at the base of the chair, leading it underneath and through a matching eyelet on the other side. She walked around and crouched behind me. From my angle I could only see her hands taking the rope, but I could sense her body heat on the backs of my thighs, feel her breath tickling across my ass…and everywhere else. I wondered if she was there to do more than just tie knots.

The rope’s firm grip around my right knee took me out of that reverie. I watched as Chloe fed the rope back through the loop and then around my left knee. I understood the chair’s construction much better now.
Looped around it, with Master Sweet’s strong legs as a cushion, I had nowhere to go. Intriguingly, there was still enough slack in the rope that I could spread my knees apart.

“Look in the mirror.”

I raised my head and stared. I barely recognized myself. In the low light, my black hair almost blended with the room. I could see enough to know it was a mess, though.

He slipped his hand onto my ass and rested it there, soft, unmoving. The deceptively light touch sent chills rippling across my body.

“You’ve earned a spanking for your disobedience. You will watch as your punishment is delivered, and you will count the strokes.”

My breath hitched in my chest. Spanking. I hadn’t had one of those since I was a little girl. So demeaning, and yet the thought of it sent heat rushing between my thighs. There was a part of me that longed for it. In a world where I constantly had to think at least six to twelve months ahead, a consequence that was both immediate and tangible somehow felt like a luxury.

He raised his hand, cocked it like a gun. I followed the movement instinctively, admiring the pure power of it, knowing full well that its force was about to come crashing down on me.

“No. Look into your own eyes.”

I did as instructed. My mouth hung open as I tried to catch my breath, which had begun racing. I clenched my muscles and squeezed my thighs together, waiting for what came next.

The blow, when it landed, cracked like a pistol shot. For the slightest instant all I felt was the jolt through my body. My vision blurred with the impact. Then the sting bloomed on my ass and began to tingle. I watched my own mouth stretch, listened as my breath hissed in. I would not cry out.

“Count it!” he demanded.


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