Thursday, February 19, 2015

Release day for #GraceDelaney THE SUBMISSION OF CODY #BDSM

Press Release Launch Kit
The Submission of Cody
Grace Delaney

Available from Private Moments Publishing
Genre: Fiction, Erotica
Release Date: February 19, 2015
Digital ISBN-10:1631120956 

The Submission of Cody
Being a dominatrix isn’t as easy as it looks.

Hanna has had one submissive, and he was more than cooperative. Now she’s ready for a challenge.

Cody isn’t a typical bottom. In fact, his dominance is so deeply ingrained that he’s spent his entire adult life as the top in every sexual relationship he’s had. He knows that if he lets go of his control, he’ll have to face a difficult truth about himself. Yet he can’t go on this way, suppressing his shame and his fear, so he agrees to let his best friend’s hot, sweet dominatrix have her way with him. Maybe if he can make himself submit to her, he can get on with his life.

When they inadvertently meet on the way to their encounter, Cody stuns Hanna by dominating her in thirty seconds flat, without even speaking.

Now, even naked, bound, and on his knees before her, he holds the advantage.

Hanna aches to show Cody that she’s the boss. But with her domme mentor (and her well-stocked toy chest) interfering at every step of the way, and Hanna’s first sub needing her attention too, can she take back control and bend Cody to her will the way he needs her to, or is he too much for her to handle?

Warning: this book contains hot f/f, m/m, f/m/m, and m/f/m/f action, bdsm, double penetration, anal sex, strawberries, and the use of a champagne bottle in a manner not recommended by the manufacturer.

Word count: 26,000

About Grace Delaney
Grace Delaney is an Acquisitions Editor during the day and a storyteller by night. She loves to create fantasies that people can get lost in, with out ever leaving their own bedroom.

Grace lives in Colorado and enjoys the ever-changing seasons. She studied at the University of Northern Colorado and majored in Journalism.


Traffic had stalled in both directions, and the guy in the opposite lane was staring down from the window of his pickup at the parting of Hanna’s thighs as though he owned it. And that just wouldn’t do.
Her black leather skirt revealed a lot more than it covered—good thing the guy wasn’t a cop, or she’d be arrested for public nudity. She let him look for another few seconds, then switched hands on the wheel, denying him his view.
His face subtly tensed.
Behind her sunglasses, she studied him. He looked familiar, but she couldn’t place where she’d seen him. The three-day shadow on his jaw, his work-roughened hands—those fit with the beat-up truck he drove. But the high-end leather jacket with its turned-up collar, on a July morning when the temperature had already crawled past eighty degrees? That didn’t make sense, though he looked hot as hell in more ways than one.
She realized she was clenching her steering wheel, and she made herself relax and take a deep breath. She was the one in charge here.
Just because he was physically higher than she was and fully clothed, didn’t mean he had the upper hand.
His lips curled—were they as firm as they looked? Oh, the things she’d like to make those lips do to her. She became aware of the vibration of her car’s engine through her seat and imagined him kneeling before her, bound, begging for her touch.
That was more like it. She dropped one hand between her thighs. Slid a finger up under the skirt. Touched. Caressed.
He smirked, and the tilt of his jaw suggested he was imagining her kneeling before him.
Pffft! He wished.
Traffic started to move. The guy flashed her a cocky grin and gunned his engine. She watched the truck recede in her side mirror, feeling like a fraud.
A tingling flush crept up her neck, and she made herself loosen her grip on the steering wheel. A real domme would have taken total and immediate control of the situation. Would have brought the guy in line with a haughty glance.
If she couldn’t keep her cool around a stranger in traffic, how was she going to maintain any kind of control in a ménage with her domme mentor?
Instead of driving straight to Christine’s house, she took a long detour to give herself a chance to cool down, gather her thoughts, so she could walk into any situation calm and assured and in control.
Half an hour later, her pulse still throbbing from her encounter with the stranger, Hanna pulled her car up to the gate that led to an exclusive lake-view property. The only specifics, Christine had given her, were that she should wear spike heels and that today was the first of four special sessions. She’d also hinted that there’d be a surprise Hanna would never forget. She wiggled her toes inside her five-inch hot-pink-glitter stilettos.
Christine had a knack for surprises. One time she’d even loaned Hanna her own delectable submissive husband, John, for a night. Her belly warmed at the memory of John kneeling before her, hands bound behind his back with the sleeves of his white dress shirt, begging her to let him please her. And oh, he had.
But... she couldn’t assume the ménage would be Hanna, Christine, and John. What would be the surprise in that? So maybe the third wouldn’t be John. Or maybe it wouldn’t even be Christine.

Wednesday, February 18, 2015

Author Spotlight Interview with Cathryn K. Thompson

A native Ohioan, Cathryn K. Thompson has always had a passion for drama and the arts. She is a lover of languages, a Toastmaster, and a former dance instructor with a brown belt in Kenpo karate.

What genre(s) do you write?

I write Contemporary Fiction/ Romance with a bit of humor, drama, and soapy goodness thrown in for good measure.

Are you a plotter or a pantser?

I am definitely a pantser. I find that when I just tell the story without thinking about it, I can knock out several thousand words at a time. The minute I stop to worry about an outline or a proper arc, I panic and freeze up. It feels unnatural to me. Those things are of course very important in a final draft, but I find it’s better if I just get everything down and adjust for structure afterward. I think it’s easier to tell a story from the heart, not the head.

What do you hope readers take with them after reading one of your stories?

I hope that when a reader finishes the story, they think of the characters as friends that they hate to leave behind, friends that they can’t wait to visit again.

How long have you been a writer? 
There has been a writer lurking under the surface for quite some time, but it was never something I acknowledged until recently. I wrote my first piece of General Hospital Fanfic as a sophomore in high school. I didn’t know that’s what it was at the time. I just knew that my play called “Opposing Forces” was inspired by my favorite soap characters. My next big writing project was during my freshmen year at the University of Toledo. I wrote a mystery/suspense about a girl who discovers one of her teachers has been involved in an assassination attempt and gone into hiding. I wish I still had copies of those stories, but they’ve been lost to history. I became a teacher and didn’t give writing much thought until November 1, 2011. My husband challenged me to join him for NaNoWriMo and that’s how Lily was born.

How much time did it take from writing your first book to having it published?

Just over two years.

How do you come up with the titles?

“Once in Love with Lily” is actually a piece of dialogue from the book. From the very beginning I knew that this line was going to be one of the final lines in the book, but I chose it as the title because of the potential for multiple references within the story. It sets the mood, but doesn’t necessarily give anything away.

Has your life changed significantly since becoming a published writer?
I now have a creative outlet for my over-active imagination and an excuse for talking to myself. I call it dialogue development. J

Do you work on one project at a time? Or do you multi-task?

For the most part I try to complete one project at a time. I don’t like to have too many unfished things dangling. But when I feel blocked or just need to change gears, I will write a blog post or a piece of fanfiction just to spice things up.

Please tell us 5 miscellaneous facts about yourself.

Is this like that game, two truths and one lie and you have to guess which one is true?
  1. I’ve never been to Paris.
  2. I’m a terrible driver.
  3. I love musical theater and anything Disney.
  4. My favorite TV show of all time is the Golden Girls. I own all 7 seasons.
  5. I’m easily moved. I’m probably the only woman alive who’s cried during episodes of Shark Tank and Chopped. 

Please share with us your future projects and upcoming releases.

I’m working on the sequel to Lily. I think some fans are anxiously awaiting that one and there is a third part to the story as well. Lily has a lot of things to sort out before we find out if she gets her happy ending. There are still many more secrets to be revealed about several of the characters. I also have an idea for a non-Lily contemporary romance inspired by some a friend’s recent experience with on-line dating and “forbidden love”. I won’t divulge too much more just yet.

You can find Cathryn K. Thomas here:

@catkthompson (Twitter)

Lily Josephson is a choreographer living in LA with her long-time husband, movie mogul C.S. George. She has settled into a comfortable, predictable, and fabulously wealthy lifestyle. Thanks to her husband’s connections and resources and the help of modern technology, she manages to maintain a successful career as a Hollywood choreographer, despite the fact that she hasn’t danced in front of a live audience in over seven years due to a tragic accident that nearly left her paralyzed.
When Lily’s brother calls seeking her help with his fledgling Broadway show, the idea of returning to New York and the live stage seems almost impossible. Even if she can ignore emotional and physical scars left by the accident, she will still have to convince the cast to put their faith in her and her untraditional methods. Unfortunately, her no-nonsense husband, more interested in protecting his investment in the show than protecting her feelings, doesn’t leave her any choice. Upon arrival in New York, she runs into Tony, the one person from her past she never intended to see again. Suddenly, the thought of professional failure pales in comparison to dealing with the man who walked out on her and all but destroyed her over a decade before.
A series of twists sends Lily and Tony on an intercontinental journey, filled with humor, romance, and betrayal. Old secrets are revealed and new ones created as the two of them begin to unearth the shards of their broken relationship. Torn between the husband who has given her the world and the man who once was her world, Lily must weigh the importance of faith, trust, and commitment. She must choose sides between love and passion and moral responsibility and decide if recapturing the past is worth risking her future.

Enjoy an excerpt from ONCE IN LOVE WITH LILY

He watched her face as her lips curved into a gentle smile. The November wind whipped through her long dark hair. Seeing her sitting there like that gave him pause, and his thoughts drifted.

* * *

It was April. They were sitting on the quay with a bottle of wine, bread, and cheese. It was dusk, and the glow of the setting sun on the Seine was a sight to behold. The Eiffel Tower stood proudly in the distance over his left shoulder. The grandeur of the Notre Dame loomed in front of him just across the river. Still, Tony was more impressed by the object of beauty to his right. He studied Lily in the waning light as she told a story of something one her classmates had said or done. He couldn’t quite follow the story, but not because he wasn’t interested in what she had to say. He just happened to be more interested in her face at the moment.…
When they first met, he thought she was a pretty little girl, but that day he saw before him an exquisite young woman. Her skin was flawless, her large brown eyes soulful, and her lips—full, luscious. They practically begged to be kissed.…
She’d finished her story and was looking at him as if she were waiting for him to say something.  He only stared back.
“Hmm? What?”
“I asked you what you thought. You haven’t answered.”
“I’m sorry. It’s just…”
“Just what?”
“You look… so beautiful tonight.”
“Tony, please,” she said, smiling shyly and lowering her eyes.
The spring breeze blew her hair across her face. He reached over and gently brushed it out of the way with his fingers, tucking it behind her ear and slowly tracing his way down her jaw line with the backs of his fingers.  Her gaze met his. For the first time he saw a different look in her eyes. His hand still under her chin, he tilted it ever so slightly upward. Her lips parted invitingly. His moment had finally arrived. He only had one shot at making their first kiss perfect. Depending on her reaction, it might be their only kiss. He leaned in and kissed her gently, slowly, savoring her lips. It was everything he could have imagined and more.…

* * *

“Tony,” Lily said, dragging him back into the present.
“Hmmm? What?”
“What were you thinking about?”