Tuesday, December 25, 2012


Congratulations and Merry Christmas to Tracy Manderson, who won the grand prize in our Twelve Books of Christmas blog hop. Along with the box of munchies from Swiss Colony offered by contest instigator Tory Richards, Tracy gets a book from each of the twelve authors who participated.

My book prize was PUNISHMENT AND MERCY. In case you haven't read it yet, here's the blurb:

by Cris Anson
Widowed Mercy Walcott is too wanton for the repressive Massachusetts Bay Colony of 1694, so when she gets flogged in the village square for sexual congress outside matrimony, her father forces her to marry the blacksmith, Seth Burroughs. Strong, virile, dominant and insatiable, Seth tames her. Up to a point.

The young acolyte, Adam Putnam, falls hard for the delectable beauty he’s forced to subdue while the Reverend doles out her punishment. Watching her bare ass getting redder and her delectable thighs wetter, he experiences his first orgasm under his churchly robes—in full view of the citizenry.

Mercy remembers the feel of him as she squirmed away from the whip and against his sinewy body. She inveigles Seth to indenture him as an apprentice. Adam is torn between his carnal desire for the woman he’s coming to love and his innate scruples. How can he withstand temptation when Seth encourages his wife to make love to Adam? And how can Adam look his friend in the eye after he does?
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And don't forget, the sequel to PUNISHMENT AND MERCY is coming soon. Look for MERCY AND REDEMPTION from Ellora's Cave on January 9.

For all my readers, I wish you a peaceful, joyous and wonderful Christmas season. When all the gifts are unwrapped, toys played with and discarded, food eaten and drinks consumed, remember the real meaning of Christmas.

Figures and stable hand-painted by my sister. Photo by Cris Anson

Wednesday, December 19, 2012


Thanks so much to Cris for having me today!  My fellow Ellora’s Cave authors have been really supportive and enthusiastic about my latest release, Bound with Pearls. I swear, we have the best team!

Bound with Pearls started with a simple idea, let’s explore the Dominance and submissive dynamic. I’ll admit, I’ve always been a sucker for a really, super alpha hero. Stepping into the BDSM arena, my ideal Dominant embodies those ideas. Disciplined, creative, strong, demanding, the list goes on, but at the core, you’re dealing with another human being.
The power dynamic is  as unique as your finger print. It’s different for each person, every couple. There are people who want a strict relationship where every part of their life is followed to the rule, and then there are those who just want it in the bedroom, and it’s all D/s.
In Bound with Pearls I wanted to write a couple establishing their dynamic. Both the hero, Daniel, and heroine, Christine, aren’t strangers to the D/s dynamic. They’ve met, they’ve played together at a club, but what does power exchange look like to them in the daily life?
Daniel’s something of a control freak, but in the nicest way possible. The question I had to answer as I wrote was: How would a heroine as strong and independent as Christine react to their new relationship?

Relationships rooted in BDSM fail outside of the kink scene all the time because though a person’s desires might match up, their lifestyles might not. As in Bound with Pearls, many people will have BDSM scenes, or play, together before they hang out or spend time with each other. Ideally they will spend time together before their scenes in the club or at another private location, but that’s not always the case.
That was the uncertainty I started with when I sat down to write Bound with Pearls.
Would these two strangers be able to click beyond attraction to something more?
I’ve all ready mentioned that I’m a big fan of the Dominance and submission aspect of BDSM. What’s yours?
It can never be said that Sidney Bristol has had a ‘normal’ life.  She is a recovering roller derby queen, former missionary, and tattoo addict. She grew up in a motor-home on the US highways (with an occasional jaunt into Canada and Mexico), traveling the rodeo circuit with her parents. Sidney has lived abroad in both Russia and Thailand, working with children and teenagers. She now lives in Texas where she splits her time between a job she loves, writing, reading and belly dancing.
Bound with Pearls, purchase from Ellora’s Cave or Amazon today!
The last thing Christine wants to do is another favor for her sister, but Lucy always gets what she wants. This time it’s Chris playing sub to a demanding Dom. Their relationship begins with a power exchange and progresses to time spent between the sheets. Now emotions are getting complicated and the Dom isn’t just a hunky guy in black.
Daniel’s expectations are turned upside down when he meets Chris. She’s more than a well-trained submissive. She’s a woman with a body he wants to memorize. He’s willing to spend as much time as it takes to learn her, because she might be his match and his muse. He’ll make her come so hard he’s imprinted on every inch, and then he’ll offer her the most precious thing he can, himself.
Christine’s mouth closed with a snap. Her jaw hurt from clenching. Her hands ached from gripping her wrists. Blinking rapidly, she looked at the Dom’s broad back. He was getting ready to leave.
She’d failed, completely blown it, and he was right. Her attitude sucked. This wasn’t like her. She’d hit a low point and didn’t know how to dig herself out of this one.
Pinpricks of pain stabbing the backs of her eyes heralded tears. Screwing things up seemed to be her specialty today, from the reports at work to forgetting her entry fee for the charity race, and now it was going to cost her. Lucy wouldn’t give her the pearls when she found out the Dom had left, rightfully disgusted with her.
The muscles in her chest constricted until she was panting for breath. Her vision blurred with tears she had to dash away.
“Wait,” she said, her voice sounding strained and too high to her own ears.
The Dom glanced over his shoulder, unmoved. It shouldn’t get her off, but the idea of a man with such control was a turn-on. She’d been ready for someone big and scary or maybe on the scrawny side with a penchant for pain. Finding him a fairly normal guy unsettled her.
Fairly normal was an understatement. Sure, most women might not notice him. He had nondescript brown hair and his features were handsome enough. It was something else about him that drew her.
“Why should I?”
She took a deep breath to calm herself. “You’re right. My attitude sucks.” Another deep breath. She couldn’t think of a good reason to give him, except the truth. Her shoulders slumped. She hated airing the dirty laundry between Lucy and her. Sisters should be close, they should have a bond. All she and Lucy shared was a last name and some DNA.
“I’m not involved with Nate. Lucy’s my sister and she—she’s afraid of you, so she probably whined to Nathan until he suggested trading me for her.” She could feel her cheeks burning. “I wasn’t going to do it. I-I don’t know you, I’m not entirely comfortable with this, and Lucy knew that. When I said no, and I meant it, she—”
Her throat constricted around her words, cutting them off. Squeezing her eyes shut, she balled her hands into fists and let the wave of emotion wash over her. She was angry and upset, hurt that her sister cared so little, but it was no different than any other time Lucy had conned her. The only person she could blame for this situation was herself. She drew in another slow, deep breath. “She told me if I’d come here, she’d give me our mother’s pearls. She’s dead, and they’re one of the only things we have left of hers.”
Her gaze locked on the floor. She knew she should stop talking. This man was as disgusted with her as she was, but her mouth kept working. “I loved them. I wore them to prom and graduation. I’d borrowed them for luck every now and then. Lucy never wanted them. They didn’t sparkle enough, they weren’t flashy. But when I wore them to her funeral, Lucy started yelling and crying about how I got everything. I gave them to her to shut her up and I’ve never seen them since.”
She hiccupped around her words. No doubt her face was red and splotchy. She didn’t cry delicately. No, when Christine cried her nose turned red, her eyes got big and puffy and she turned into a fountain. She hated crying and dumping ugly family business on a stranger. She couldn’t wait for him to leave. She could curl up on the bed, cry herself out and slink home where she could camp out on the couch with a pint of ice cream.
Hands gripped her shoulders from behind. Her stomach dropped right before the ground disappeared from under her. The Dom picked her up effortlessly.
“What are you doing?” She gripped his shoulders, expecting to land on her ass any second.
He crossed to the chaise and sat down with her cradled in his lap. She tried to slip onto the bench, but his hand clamped on her thigh. It was natural to obey the unspoken command. This close she could see the deep blue of his eyes, the strength of his jaw and feel the power of him. There was no doubt under the black t-shirt and jeans he was every bit as strong as he looked.
“What are—?”
“I’m the one who gets to ask the questions here.” His voice was stern, but unlike his reprimand from before there was a warm quality.
She relaxed against the curved arm of the chaise, comforted by his commanding nature. Let someone else call the shots for now, she was too tired of it all.
“Here.” He handed her tissues from an unknown source and she snatched them up.
Bowing her head to let her curls fall over her face was as much privacy as she could get to clean herself up. The Dom didn’t touch her except where their bodies nestled together, which was one small relief.
She hated crying, but she was better for getting it out. It felt good to be honest, even if the recipient of her words didn’t care what she said.
Tossing her head back, Christine met his gaze. Her breathing was shaky and her eyes and nose raw.
“Feel better?” His voice was the deep, rumbling kind that spoke directly to her pussy. The whole situation would have been easier to write off as one huge mistake if he hadn’t been attractive. Now it was salt to a wound.
She nodded.
He quirked a brow and her blush became more intense.
“Yes Sir,” she mumbled. How could she already be blushing on command for the man?
“You agreed to take your sister’s place because she has something of sentimental value you want, correct?” He looped his arms around her waist, settling his hands at her hip and thigh.
“Yes Sir.”
“I’m going to be frank with you. Would you prefer I wasn’t?”
“No Sir. I’d prefer the truth.” She braced herself for a pat on the head and a goodbye.
“I don’t care for your sister. She’s spoiled. I was, and still am, a little apprehensive you’re too much like her—”
“I’m nothing like my sister.” Memories of cold Thanksgiving meals and waiting for Lucy to show up at Christmas with their father stabbed her. All the times when Lucy should have been there but never was. Their father made excuse after excuse for her—she was busy, being young and carefree. Christine knew better.
The Dom quirked a brow at her again. Her blush felt as bad as a sunburn, stretching across her cheeks, down her neck and gripping her chest.
“Sorry, Sir.” The urge to lean into him and kiss his jaw in supplication was strong.
“I don’t think you’re sorry about that admission.”
She shook her head. “No Sir, I’m sorry for interrupting you.”
“That, I believe.” The hand at her hip swept down to her knee, treating her to the first sensual skin-to-skin contact.
“Sir?” Christine bit her lip and focused on the collar of his shirt.
“I don’t know your name. I just—”
He squeezed her thigh and she shut her mouth. Another unspoken command she read perfectly.
“Daniel,” he growled. “Christ, she didn’t even tell you?”
She shook her head, curls sweeping over her shoulders. His anger didn’t scare her, though she would be lying to herself if she said some part of her wasn’t pleased someone recognized her sister for who she truly was.
Daniel. Dom, Master, Sir Daniel. It fit him—understated and powerful.
He swept her hair over her shoulder and pressed a kiss to her neck, not quite in the sweet spot, but close enough to make her shiver.
He wound a stubborn curl around his finger and leaned back against the cushions, pulling her against him. She wasn’t accustomed to being handled, but in comparison to him she was small, which didn’t happen often.
“So how did your sister and you get involved in the scene?” The hand at her knee stroked up her thigh and back down, distracting her from his question.
She had to marvel at how well he managed her. She probably wasn’t what he’d expected, and still he pulled pertinent information from her. Something about him put her at ease, which, considering his size and what she wanted him to do to her, was a questionable assessment.
“Um, I had a boyfriend in college who, who liked to tie me up. It was fun.” She lifted a shoulder. “After we broke up I did some research and decided I would try to meet someone new who could—could teach me.”
“How does your sister fit in?”
She wrinkled her nose, wishing he would drop that particular line of conversation. She looked down at his tanned arm. The muscles and veins she could trace with her fingers made such a stark contrast to her pale skin.
“Lucy has always done what I do. Same schools, degrees, even where I used to work. She has to do what I did and try to do it better. When she found out I was into BDSM, she got into it.”
“Did you mentor her?”
Her gaze leveled with his. “Have you met my sister? She showed up one night in a slutty cocktail dress, whined her way through the orientation meeting and attached herself to my Dom.”
“What did he do?”
“Brandon and I were not in an emotional relationship, so he was free to do whatever he wanted. He tried to help her for about a week before he washed his hands of her.” It had been one small victory following many losses. “Lucy attached herself to someone new, and here she is today.”
Nodding, he continued to stroke her leg, his fingers edging higher, disappearing below the hemline of the romper.
“So what happened to you? I’ve never seen you here before.”
She took a deep breath and fought the urge to open her legs and push his hand against her pussy. Any man could be attractive but it took a special man to dominate a woman with a look.
“I’ve been busy between work and our father, and it hasn’t been worth it to compete with her here. I know how people look at me when they know I’m her sister.”
“Are you seeing someone?” His question was casual but his hold on her knee was not.
“Of course not. I wouldn’t be here if I was.”
His hand continued its lazy caress of her leg. Her stomach fluttered. How could she be embarrassed and turned-on at the same time?
“Relax,” he said, jostling her with his legs.
“I’m heavy—”
“What did you say?”
“Uh, that—that I was—um,” she continued to sputter, her mind going blank.
He sighed, his hand rubbing against her knee in a circle. “I’m going to have to punish you for that. I’ve been generous, but I’m not your therapist. Stand up, take off your—” He pinched the hem of the romper. “Take this off and lie over my lap.”
Heat flooded her body, emanating from her pussy. She loved her figure, but baring all in front of a man she’d met fifteen minutes ago wasn’t normal for her. But he wasn’t sending her away. She’d willingly take whatever punishment he wanted to give her.

Sunday, December 16, 2012


Author Tory Richards came up with a cool idea for a Christmas contest –twelve authors offering one of their books as a prize, plus a grand prize of a gift box of yummy munchies from Swiss Colony. Look for this graphic on each blog.

For my part, I’m offering a free download of PUNISHMENT AND MERCY to one commenter, because the sequel, MERCY AND REDEMPTION, is coming out on January 9 from Ellora’s Cave and I want to highlight this series. But they don’t have to be read in any particular order to enjoy both books J

How to enter? It’s simple. Between December 17 and December 21 (Monday through Friday), visit each of the 12 participating authors and answer one question pertaining to Christmas that each author will have on her blog that contains the Twelve Books for Christmas graphic. Here are the other authors and their blog sites:

My question is:

What ornament on your Christmas tree brings you the happiest memories? Feel free to tell us the memory as well as the ornament.

Mom's crocheted ornaments
  My favorite ornaments were handmade by my Mom. She’d sit out on the front porch in good weather (or in the parlor otherwise) with her crocheting or needlepointing until only a few years before she died in her 90s. She fashioned snowflakes, stars, Santa and Mrs. Claus, gingerbread kids, candy canes and other eye-catching designs.

Mom's needlepoint ornaments

She also created one-of-a-kind cottages, complete with reindeer and Santa’s sleigh on the roof, to make a village under the tree.
Mom's crocheted angels
Mom's needlepointed cottage with reindeer

Swiss Colony goodies
Before I get too wrapped up in my memories, here's the Swiss Colony part of the grand prize. Don't forget to visit all the authors for your chance to win! The winner will be announced on December 22.

Have fun blog-surfing, and have a very Merry Christmas.

Wednesday, December 12, 2012


Ellora's Cave has totally revamped its website, making it easier than ever to navigate. And totally sexy *grin*. (Sorry, I'm not computer-savvy enough to link up the graphic with the url, so click on the underlined words to get there).

Not only that, but they have a smokin' hot contest to celebrate their new look -- a great grand prize for a great site.

Also new is a ginormous search engine. Know the name (or most of it) of a book but not the author? Type in the word or words you know and you'll find it. For example, I typed in "Redemption", part of the name of my latest book, Mercy and Redemption, to be released January 9, and I found it in the list of titles that included the word redemption. If you knew it wasn't released yet, you could also sort it by relevance, i.e., there's a "coming soon" option.

Mercy and Redemption by Cris Anson, coming January 9, 2013
As it says on the site, if you want "an erotic romance suspense book that's on sale featuring a male-male interracial couple set in the future with medieval overtones", you can find it with just a few keystrokes.

So if you're looking for a great book to read, no matter the genre, it's easier than ever to find something that will tickle your fancy. Try Ellora's Cave's new website and see!