Sunday, July 31, 2011

National Orgasm Day

In honour of National Orgasm Day, here is a short excerpt from my book Power Shift, featuring...what else?

He moved again, grabbed her hips and lifted them off the bed, and then his cock probed at her entrance and she pushed back into his groin greedily. “Easy,” he murmured, one hand on the middle of her back between her shoulder blades, holding her down. “Easy, sweetheart.”

The head of his cock stroked up and down between her cheeks, for a moment resting on her anus, thick and heavy, making her shudder with forbidden pleasure. Then he directed his cock to her pussy, probing again, stretching her tissues, pushing into her, filling her with such delicious sweetness. In this submissive pose, hands bound and stretched above her head, his hands holding her hips up to him while he fucked her from behind, she could only submit to it, couldn’t fight it. She gave herself over to it and just sank into it, the edgy euphoria, the dark pleasure.

“So hot,” he groaned, sliding out and then back in with agonizing slowness. “So hot and so damn wet. Christ, Reagan. There’s no way you can tell me that didn’t affect you.”

That was true, but mainly because she couldn’t even speak at that moment, her body so sensitized and her mind so drunk on pleasure.

He slid a hand around her belly, cupped her pussy, so very lovely, his fingers playing with her clit. She jerked against him, cried out, sensation filling her, pressure building inside her, expanding all through her body, burning her from the inside out and the outside in.

He held her as he drove into her in hard, pounding strokes, shaking her body, touching nerve endings inside her that had her head lifting, had her crying out. His hand slid up her back, fisted her hair and tugged, and that final touch sent sensation sizzling from her scalp right to her womb and then it all burst, with cataclysmic force. Blistering pleasure tore through her, dazzling her in the darkness of the blindfold. She cried out again and then he went very still, uttering harsh noises that gratified her and intensified everything, every erotic, electric sensation. He fell over her, his body damp with perspiration against her back, and sank his teeth into the back of her neck, holding her like that, his arms beneath her, as if he were claiming her in some kind of primitive animalistic gesture. It thrilled her to her core.

His breath ragged in her ear, she drifted in and out, unsure how long they stayed like that until he moved away from her, leaving her body sweaty and cool. She lay there, still heady and floating.

Saturday, July 30, 2011


Beef Carbonnade with buttered noodles

The wedding I was at last weekend in Calgary was all about the food. It was a small wedding and they closed down an Italian restaurant for the evening to hold the wedding. The ceremony was held on the terazzo which was lovely. Then we all went inside for dinner. We ate from 6:30 until 10:00. I am not kidding. It was served "family style" with no less than 10 appetizers, 3 pasta dishes, 3 main course meat dishes with several side dshes of potatoes and vegetables. Dessert was served later out on the terazzo again, with several choices. It was amazing food and sooooo good. I love cooking and it totally inspired me to get home and start cooking and since I'm on holidays from the day job I have time for that! Sometimes cooking meals during a busy week can be a chore but during my holidays I plan to try out new recipes. Tonight, inspired by the wedding, I'm making some "small plates" for dinner including tapenade on crostini, bruschetta, Caprese salad and marinated artichoke hearts baked with Gruyere cheese.

Because I like to cook and I often include food in my books I thought I would start sharing some of my recipes, especially ones that appear in my stories. I you look up on the right sidebar you'll see a new link to Kelly's Recipes, where I will add recipes every week. Hope you'll come back and check them out and maybe try them! The picture above is Beef Carbonnade, which Zach makes for Ashlyn in my book Dream Girl.

Saturday, July 23, 2011

Road trip

Nothing like a great summer road trip. Yesterday we drove 13 hours across the prairies from Winnipeg to Calgary. There were a lot of things to see and do along the way but this trip we were on a mission to get to Calgary as quickly as we could for a family wedding this weekend. Our only three stops for gas, food and bathroom breaks were Regina, Swift Current and Medicine Hat.

Here's the inside of the van at 7:00 am as we set out:

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Here's the Saskatchewan border

Inside the van at 11:00 am

And what is this? Snow on the prairies in the middle of July?? No! It is salt! This is Chaplin, Saskatchewan.

Many people talk about how boring it is driving across the prairies, with nothing but flat open spaces, but I actually love it. I find the prairies so open and vast, stretching miles and miles in every direction around you. It's not completely flat - there are rolling hills here and there and there is a subtle beauty in the muted colors of gold and green and grayish sage. Occasionally there are fields of bright gold canola and the roadside is lined with yellow daisy-like wildflowers.The sky is enormous overhead and you really get a sense of what a tiny speck we are on this planet, in our van on the highway that stretches miles and miles in front of us and behind us in smooth ribbons. We left in sunshine; drove through overcast skies; more sunshine; a torrential downpour; more sunshine; another downpour with a wicked thunderstorm happening in the distance with lightning and black clouds.

On the way home we'll have a little more time to stop and see more sights.

Sunday, July 17, 2011

My garden

Besides reading and writing, one of the things I like to do is garden. We've been having a bit of a heat wave here and my flowers are all growing like crazy. I was so impressed with some of my pots I decided to take some pictures and show everyone. Now, I am not a very good photographer so these could probably be a lot better but here goes:

My husband the professional photographer would be horrified by the flare in the back there and I don't know what's going on with that blurry spot on the deck, but oh well. This sweet potato vine is growing like crazy. There's also million bells, petunias and verbena in there.

Another bad job with the flare of the sun off the white wall. One of my window boxes.

I LOVE how this pot turned out! I love how the brown spike, the bronze sweet potato vine and the bronze leaves of the begonias all go so well together. There's also a lime sweet potato vine and a geranium with lime green leaves. I don't even know the name of it, I bought it on a whim because it was pretty and different, and now it's HUGE.

This is my mandevilla.It loves the heat and is climbing high.

I love the weathered look of the terra cotta pot that has developed over the years. Just a simple gernium but it's so pretty.

Wednesday, July 13, 2011

Now available: POWER SHIFT

Today is release day for Power Shift!  Read more about Gabe and how my tortured hero tortured me at Nine Naughty Novelists. Here, I’m going to talk a little about the power exchange it happens in my book, a power shift.

I’m fascinated by the whole idea of the power exchange and who really has control in a relationship. Gabe is a Dominant, who wants to be in control. Has to be in control. It’s often felt that it is really the submissive who has the power, because she (and I say she only because my story features a male Dom/female sub) gives the power to the Dom. If the submissive doesn’t submit, the Dom can’t dominate. But even so, there can’t be submission unless the Dom uses the power. So it’s not just one giving something to the other—it’s an exchange.

I came across this song as I was writing Power Shift. In fact, in the opening scene at le Chateau, I mention the music of Depeche Mode playing and this is the song. You can listen to it here (and I totally suggest you listen to it when you read that scene for the full effect!) but I’m including the lyrics because I think they’re fascinating. If you try to figure out who’s talking, is it the Dom or the sub? Really, it could be either. Because it’s about an exchange of power.

Depeche Mode I Am You Lyrics

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Songwriters: GORE, MARTIN LEE

You have bound my heart with subtle chains
So much pleasure that it feels like pain
So entwined now that we can't shake free
I am you and you are me

No escaping from the mess we're in
So much pleasure that it must be sin
I must live with this reality
I am yours eternally

There's no turning back
We're in this trap
No denying the facts
No, no, no
No excuses to give
I'm the one you're with
We've no alternative
No, no, no

Dark obsession in the name of love
This addiction that we're both part of
Leads us deeper into mystery
Keeps us craving endlessly

Strange compulsions that I can't control
Pure possession of my heart and soul
I must live with this reality

I am you and you are me
I am you and you are me
I am you and you are me
I am you and you are me

There's no turning back
We're in this trap
No denying the facts
No, no, no
No excuses to give
I'm the one you're with
We've no alternative
No, no, no

In other stories I`ve written about the power exchange (that was actually supposed to be the title of Taming Tara, but someone had already used it  ) the characters are clearly defined, Dom and sub. And in Power Shift, Gabe is most certainly Dominant. But for the first time I explored a Dom who needs to give up control.

The exchange of power is based on mutual trust and respect. Part of that respect is respecting the partner’s fears and doubts, needs and wants. It’s about connecting on a different level. In Power Shift, Reagan has an instinctive sense for what Gabe wants and needs. But Gabe is in denial. Gabe believes he has to be in control, always, and he refuses to give it up to Reagan. For a Master Dom, Gabe still has much to learn. As he says, the journey never ends. Gabe learns that there will be times when Reagan needs and wants to submit to him, to give up control. But there will also be times when she needs to take control, when he needs to shift the power to her. Does he need to give up the power —or does she need to take it?

The fluidity of this in a relationship where both partners are in tune with each other’s needs and wants struck me as a power flow. This endless flow of back and forth, giving and receiving, seemed to me more like a shift of power than an exchange. When both partners are open to each other, when they care and trust and respect each other, they know what the other needs and want to give it. Or take it. And if there’s love and commitment, trust and respect, it will balance and shift back and forth.

Here are two short excerpts from Power Shift. The first is Reagan submitting, because that’s what Gabe needs at that moment:

She followed him willingly, knowing what was going to happen, wanting what was going to happen, but unsure of exactly how it was going to happen. Nerves rippled inside her and uncertainty slid down her spine. She was still confused about what had occurred at her apartment, how one minute he’d been all into it and the next pulling away, and then he’d turned all alpha and had basically fucked her brains out on her couch.

Whoa. She went all warm and liquid inside remembering. Even though it hadn’t been tender, it had still been damn hot. And she’d felt the need inside him, driving him, the need for utter control when she could see how out of control his world was feeling. So she’d given it to him, given him what she sensed he’d needed. It made her heart squeeze for him. Which was why she was there. Though she worried a little for herself, she had to do this...for him.

And here’s another excerpt where she needs Gabe to give her the power:

The point was making him feel...something. Anything. Even mild pain was something and the fact that he’d submitted to this was the most important thing. That he’d trusted her, that he’d given this gift to her so she could in turn give it back to him.

Understanding washed over her, an instinctive comprehension of what had just happened, of the gift submission was that she could give to him, and the gift his domination was in return. Tears ran down her face and she dropped the belt and stepped up to him, pressing her body against his. She leaned over his back, wrapped her arms around his big chest and sobbed against him. “Gabe, oh my god, Gabe.”

He straightened immediately, loosened her arms around him and spun around, wrapping her up against his chest. He kissed her and his face was wet too, tears gleaming in the dark stubble on his jaw. Their mouths fused and she dug her fingers into his shoulders, into the back of his neck as she clung to him, tried to climb up on his body to get close enough.

When the kiss ended, she pressed her face to his neck, both of them still holding each other so fiercely she could hardly breath. “Are you okay?” she whispered.


As usual I’ll give away a free book to newsletter subscribers (including any new ones who join this week and leave a comment) 

Saturday, July 9, 2011


Men have Movember – the month of November when they grow a moustache to raise funds and awareness for men’s health. Now we women have Julyna, a month for raising funds for the research and prevention of cervical cancer. But are women growing moustaches? Oh no... the idea for women is to choose a style for their hair “down there”. You can choose to leave it au naturel, select a design from their website or create your own.

The idea arose from a group of women wanting to do something similar to Movember. Apparently ideas that were ruled out were muffember, bevember, and vulvember. Eventually Julyna was arrived at.

It is hoped that the added attention drawn below the belt will inspire women to take care of this area in other ways, i.e. through scheduled Pap tests or by discussing the HPV vaccine with their family doctors.

Of course this begs the question, how will people know? It’s quite obvious when men are growing moustaches, but how will people know if women are supporting Julyna by styling their er...muff?

The article I saw about this in the newspaper had indicated that there would be a pin you could wear if you were participating, but when I visited the Julyna website I didn’t find anything about that. 

I certainly support the cause and trying to raise awareness and funds for cervical cancer. I definitely support the idea of women having regular Pap tests and my daughter did get the HPV vaccine. But despite the fact that I write romance and include some pretty explicit sex scenes, I’m not sure that I’m comfortable going around advertising how I’ve groomed myself down there.  How about you?

Friday, July 8, 2011

Can Kelly be a better blogger?

Do you think blogging is falling by the wayside in favour of other types of social networking?  

I have to admit I’ve gotten out of my blog schedule. For a while I was pretty good about keeping my Monday, Wednesday, Friday schedule. Mondays I’d talk about my writing. Wednesdays I’d talk about what I’m reading. Friday’s would be various things, sometimes little excerpts or sneak peeks of coming books or news about new contracts.

But I haven’t had much good to say about my writing lately and I hate to write negative whiny blog posts. I keep track of what I’m reading on Goodreads, so if anyone’s interested in what I read, you can find me there. The Friday excerpts and news are still good. 

I do love Twitter. It’s short. It’s immediate. It’s interactive. It’s fun. Yes, I sometimes feel constrained by those 140 characters, but you can link to longer things if you like. Facebook – I’m still on the fence about. I like it for some things, but I have to admit to frustration about the changes they make without telling people. I find Twitter easier to interact with people because I can make lists, where in Facebook I can’t and it seems hit or miss if I actually connect with people. 

So maybe it’s time to rethink the blogging thing. 

I’m going to try to post a weekend blog with bits and pieces of things I’ve been thinking about during the week. It might be my writing. It might be articles I’ve read or other blog posts. It might be personal things. It might be things I’ve already Tweeted about or put on Facebook but can talk about at more length. It might be news about covers, releases, excerpts. But I’ll try to do a post every weekend. 

I also haven’t ruled out the idea of another serial story on my blog. I’ve done that twice before and readers seemed to like that. So stay tuned about that. Also I’ll still be blogging with the Nine Naughty Novelists every couple of weeks and we have a GREAT serial story there too! 

So...come follow me on Twitter. We have fun there! And I’m on Facebook and I’ll try to be there more often too. And I’m keeping my reading list updated on Goodreads. And check back here on weekends! There are lots of ways for us to connect!

Friday, July 1, 2011

Sneak peek Friday

I have a cover and a release date for Power Shift!

Power Shift will be out JULY 13.

I also did a trailer for Power Shift. I didn't plan to, it just kind of...happened. This is the firs time I've done a trailer using small quote from the book to tell the story rather than a "blurb".  You can see it here.

Here's the blurb and a sneak peek excerpt:

Gabe’s lifestyle as a Master Dom is leaving him empty and cold. Everything else in his life seems to be falling apart too. Taking a break from the BDSM scene seems like a good idea—until he meets the perfect submissive.

Reagan has started a new life as a strong, independent woman. The last thing she wants is to be trapped in another controlling relationship. Letting a dominant man like Gabe into her life could cost her everything she’s worked so hard for. But Reagan sees the emotions Gabe is keeping locked up inside, and somehow she knows how to unlock those feelings.

Gabe is determined to never lose control, show weakness, or reveal the secrets he’s hiding . But the lust he shares with Reagan breaks through his walls. Faced with a bleak, lonely future or shattering those barriers permanently, he must somehow find the strength to let himself be vulnerable so he can experience the joy and sweetness of love.


She arrived back precisely on time, an hour pretty much to the damn minute, and he grabbed his camera and his laptop.
“Do you want me to drive?” she asked.
“No.” He would drive. That road through San Marcos Pass was insane and there was no way he was riding as a passenger with someone whose driving skill he had no knowledge of or confidence in. “My vehicle’s right over here.” He led her to his old Jeep.
“I don’t mind driving.”
He stopped dead. Turned and looked at her. “Do you have to argue with everything I say?”
She blinked at him. “I’m not arguing. I merely said I don’t mind driving.”
“You’re doing it again!”
She stared at him, her pretty lips pressed together. Her caramel-colored eyes flashed sparks. “What do you want from me?” she asked coolly. “Do you want me to lie down and roll onto my back like a submissive dog?”
Oh hell, she did not just say that. He stared at her, taking in the pulse fluttering beneath the thin tender skin of her throat, the flicker of her eyes.
“You’d like me to just agree with everything you say, wouldn’t you?” she continued. “Just defer to you on every decision, no doubt. Let you control when our meetings are, where our meetings are and who should drive.”
Uh, yeah. That was what he wanted. He wanted control. He was the Master Dom of Le Château and he set the scene.
But this wasn’t a scene, and he’d walked away from all that until he got his head on straight.
He sucked in a long breath, breaking eye contact with her for a brief pause. He was acting like an idiot, yet again. Gathering up all his self-control he looked back at her. He smiled reluctantly. “Yeah,” he said. “That’s pretty much what I want.”
Several beats of tense silence passed. And then she smiled too. “Well, at least you’re honest.”