Valentine’s, the day for lovers. Well, now it is anyway – Emperor Claudius II executed two men — both named Valentine — on Feb. 14 of different years in the 3rd century A.D.  

Not especially romantic but whatever. Like I said, now it’s for lovers. We won’t have the candy hearts with the messages on them this year (though I hear they’ll be back next year). The company that made them – Necco – filed for bankruptcy. Those hearts have been with us since 1866, so I hope they do come back.

But for me, as some of you already know, Valentine’s Day was Daddy’s birthday. He would have been 96 this year. He always celebrated by giving away gifts on his birthday. He loved those really old fashioned cards and searched for them and chocolate covered Brazil nuts every year for Momma. Sis and I got the smaller red heart boxes of candy. 

This year I’m celebrating with the release of the second book in the Conall Clan series – Family Ties and holding a Rafflecopter giveaway.

Book two continues with the Conall family, this time centering on Brent, Beta to Lou’s Alpha.

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Returning to Us  

After thirty-five years, Susan thought her marriage was over the morning after their last child’s wedding. Hal, her husband, said he needed to talk about something important. She knew it couldn’t be good. They rarely even spoke anymore. In the beginning they’d been so close, so passionate. Practicing domestic discipline had been a wonderful part of their lives—sometimes.

But over the years it had all drifted away, even when Susan asked for what she needed. He would occasionally give her a mild, sexy spanking, but the real discipline she craved was a thing of the past. Now, Hal suddenly wanted to talk about moving to Colorado to live in Corbin’s Bend, a community where spanking was not only accepted, but encouraged. Could this bring back the closeness and passion they’d once had? Could Susan trust that this time Hal would truly step up?

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Quincy waited until they both had a mug of coffee, then she sat at the table. She seemed to be waiting for Susan to speak. Finally, Susan said, “How have you been, Quincy?”

“I’m fine,” she stated. “However, it seems you’ve gone underground. I never see you out anymore. You’ve been here a while now. How are things going with you?”

“Fine with me too. I’m busy and haven’t been getting out as much, but everything’s fine,” Susan insisted.

Quincy didn’t look convinced, she looked concerned. Susan felt the urge to run. If Quincy said something kind or sweet, she would break down. She could feel the slight burning in her eyes, warning of tears.

No! she told herself fiercely. She sipped her coffee and forced a smile to her face.
Her mentor wasn’t having it. “Please tell me what’s bothering you. Maybe I can help.” “Nothing’s wrong. Hal’s very happy. He’s…”

“I didn’t ask about Hal. I asked about you.”

It wasn’t going to work. She wasn’t going to be able to hold the tears back.

“Hal is happy. Corbin’s Bend is wonderful. It’s full of spankos, fun for all. It’s fucking awesome!” Susan concluded, bursting into tears.

Quincy said nothing. She reached for a box of tissues and placed it on the table and let Susan cry.

Finally, Susan spoke again. “I wish we’d never come here. I thought he’d stick to it with all these spanking role models. But it’s just the same, except now everyone else has what I want. It’s worse than being alone with my needs.”

“Has Hal stopped spanking you?”

“Oh no, he spanks me every time he wants sex.”

Quincy said nothing, letting the words hang in the air.

“You know the outside world would view us all as odd balls, Quincy. And now I feel like the odd ball within the group. Most women here would love what I have. I only get spanked for fun or for sex. Who wouldn’t love that?” Susan snapped.

“You,” Quincy answered.

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After spending thirty-six years in two careers I liked just fine, I’ve finally found my dream career as a writer. I’ve been happily married for thirty-five-years and my sweet husband has gotten used to the unique experience of living with a writer. He is very encouraging and an excellent editor when he’s pressed into service.

I’ve been intrigued by spanking stories since before I first saw Ricky spank Lucy. Stories of this nature were hard to come by before the Internet and the ones I found were a little harsh on discipline and very much lacking in love. So, I made up my own stories and enjoyed these in my head for years. I finally began writing them down. Although the lovely women in my stories are spanked often, the love between them and their men takes top priority.

My Cassie’s Space series shows a mature couple who are deeply in love. Despite loving Cassie’s free-spirited ways, Tom is determined to keep her safe, even if it takes a trip over his knee. And with her friend Sue by her side and all they get into, a trip over his knee is very likely. My new series, Cal’s Law, is about a younger couple. Though they come from very different backgrounds, love and discipline draw them together.

I love my husband, my kids, my cats, reading, writing and hearing from my readers. You can contact me at pk.corey@yahoo.com

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A lot of people have traditions around different holidays. We do too, but they have morphed a lot since I was a child.

Growing up, presents were not touched until Christmas morning. Daddy’s rule and it wasn’t even a discussion. Now I never peeked, but I have discovered after all these years that my little sister wasn’t as honorable (yeah I know you peeked!)

Daddy would turn on the movie lights to let us know when we could enter the living room Christmas morning – yeah those big lights for 8 mm film (for the younger people reading, don’t worry about it) It was so bright you could barely see and made everything magical.

We didn’t have a lot of time with our presents. My grandparents lived about an hour away and Grandmother wouldn’t let Granddaddy open anything until we got there. He’d be on the phone wondering where we were if we were late. The aunt and uncle who lived next door to G&G had three kids, so we always saw them for Christmas.

As we got older, things did evolve. Grandmother lived long enough to meet our son, but we didn’t see her every Christmas after we got married. We had to travel around the state, so a new tradition was formed. Christmas Eve was spent with my in-laws and on alternate years we’d go to my parents. The other years they’d come to us. As it worked out, all of our kids got to spend their first Christmas without traveling (not that they remember that).

Things have changed again with our kids growing up and moving to their homes. Now we see La Daughter either mid-December or early January when she’s available from whatever production she’s stage managing and spend Christmas Eve and morning with El Son and DIL and, of course, the grandson. Then head to my sister’s house for dinner Christmas night.

It’s a lot of traveling, but it’s easier for us. We’re both retired and have more freedom of movement. I can always write in the car or in the mornings before everyone else is up. Maybe not well, but I can do it.

Another tradition is the ornaments I make for the roommates – can’t show this year’s yet, but here’s some of my past efforts. I love doing the counted cross-stitch and it definitely keeps me from snacking.

What your favorite traditions? Share them and also enter my Rafflecopter for a giveaway of some copies of A Collection of Christmas Stories. (And keep an eye out for my new series that will start in January!)

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Merry Whatever you celebrate and stay safe!!

I’m back on track but geez is it easy to get derailed. I have reasons, maybe excuses, but I’ve got my act back together again.

Found out last December that my publisher – Rebel Ink Press – would be closing their doors on June 30. Man, were they classy about it. No blindsiding us, gave us our rights back and even gave us our covers! I thought six months would be plenty of time to get everything re-edited and back up. Yeah, right . . . So that was one reason – I’ve still got a couple of books that aren’t available and I will get to them, but in my opinion they needed more than just an edit.

But in addition to that, I’ve acted as Vice President for Programming for the HCRW chapter of RWA the past two years. I go out of office December 31 and am leaving the office in very capable hands. But before I could give it up there was, in addition to the monthly meetings, my final annual conference. That was held October 13 (Muldermas for my long-time fans) and while it took a lot of prep and extra trips to Raleigh, it was incredible. Sabrina Jefferies and Sarra Cannon spoke and I was blown away by both of them. And knowing they were our speakers kept me much more relaxed.

The major downside was, during the conference I got a text that my last uncle had passed away. We are a very close family and that was a blow that, while expected, was still a jolt. I’m not ready to be the oldest generation. That means I have to adult full-time and Charles was always the wittiest. Of course we drove up to Cincinnati where I got to visit with cousins from all over the country. (We had NC and Ohio represented, but also Pennsylvania, Utah, California, DC, etc.). Then we had to rush back because I had a book signing that had been planned for months. Sigh . . .

See what I mean. Real life just doesn’t stop. I write full time now, no more going into an office and still the derailments continue. At least I’m still meeting my deadlines, just not sleeping that well.

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