The White House Gets A Spanking

There’s someone new in the White House.
And, brace yourself. It’s a woman.

 The last place Washington D.C. investigative journalist Stella Martin wanted to cover was the White House. But when a friend’s request to watch over her latest submissive plaything when she’s out of town turns out to be the White House Communications Director, Stella’s unwelcomed and unbearable assignment becomes quite interesting.

Laird Harkness hadn’t expected his perfect Domme would show up in his office—the most famous house in the world and a place where his secret desires could end his career. Stella calms his fears, but can she sate his craving to submit, serve and belong to someone?

 Releases September 15

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About the Justice Series, a Femme Domme series 

Washington, D.C. is full of powerful women. In this series, each book will introduce one of three D.C.-based Femme Dommes—Stella, Candor and Julianna—and the submissive men who get what they need: discipline, love and a larger purpose. The White House Gets a Spanking is book #1.

Giveaway, My Next Book, and Frozen Azaleas

HELLO, my Lovelies!

Just a quick post about what I’ve been up to. Let’s get right to the good stuff.


One lucky winner will receive a super special, who-knows-what-will-end-up-inside SWAG and book bag from the RT Booklovers Convention (held in Las Vegas this year) — the largest gathering of romance readers, authors, bloggers, reviewers and industry leaders. Hubby and I are attending, and we’ll snag all the books, pens, pins, postcards, and other fun items that we can.

Winner announced on Tuesday, May 3, 2016 at 6 p.m. Eastern.
ENTER HERE for this once-a-year giveaway. 

Last year’s loot:RT swag

Planning on attending RT? I’d love to say hello. (Hint: I’ll likely be closer to the bar than the slot machines.)

Congratulations to Maria B. who won March’s giveaway — a  special swag pack from Wild Wicked Weekend, another fun event. (My recap of this most wickedly fun event at LadySmut can be read here.)


Conferences can be the most fun place for a writer to be, especially if they include readers! I’m going to three this year:

RT Booklovers Convention
April 12–17, 2016
Rio All-Suite Hotel & Casino
Las Vegas, NV

Washington Romance Writers
April 29-May 1, 2016
In the Company of Writers retreat
Tysons Corner, Virginia

Washington Romance Writers
October 8, 2016
Readers & Blogger luncheon 


Did you read my guest blog post on why I think learning to lapdance is a feminist act?  Thanks to Kate Allure’s Sizzling Romance blog for hosting me. (Did you know I teach dance, too? It’s never too late to move it, move it, move it.) Check out my aerial arts and burlesque Pinterest board for those lovers of these dance forms.


PERFECT, the third Elite Doms of Washington book, is coming to you in late spring — if all goes according to plan. The manuscript is being edited as I type. In the meantime, want to visit my Pinterest inspiration boards for the characters, which can be found here (Mark) and here (Isabella)

Sometimes the perfect man is the one most forbidden. 

For ten years, Isabella Santos denied she married the wrong man. After her husband’s death, fate gives her one more chance to connect with her perfect Master—Mark Santos, the brother of her late husband.

character inspiration


My azaleas, which are valiantly trying to stay alive as the nighttime temps dip into the 30s (after being in the 60s).

You can do it. Keep going! Keep going!


Download A Perfect Man and Get Your Holiday Smexy On

Hello, my lovely readers. May your holidays be unfolding peacefully and joyously. To add to the seasonal spirit, download a free, smexy paranormal tale, A Perfect Man for Christmas, written by 12 authors, myself included. The story is a fun take on the 12 Days of Christmas.

Click or tap here to download.

Story Blurb: Wynter only has a few days left to find the perfect man before Christmas…or lose her head, literally. The perfect man isn’t easy to find, or is he?


Authors include Laurie Olerich, Elaine Barris, Kitten K. Jackson, Rebecca Royce, Elle Boon, Isobelle Cate, Kay Manis, Bella Juarez, Patricia W. Fischer, Riley Bancroft and Brenna Zinn — and of course, moi (Elizabeth SaFleur).

Twelve days…twelve authors…an erotic, paranormal holiday short story that’s anything but conventional.

My fur baby and I wish you a graceful spin into 2016. Happy New Year!


Erotic Romance Books Can Be Born in the Unlikeliest Places

Occasionally I’m asked were I get my ideas. From everywhere, I say. 

For instance, in May while visiting friends and family in Germany, the muse paid a visit. We were sitting in a bar in Freiburg, Germany (wonderful town by the way). We watched a man attempt to seduce a much younger woman in white jeans. My husband kept insisting she was doing the seducing. The women in my party didn’t buy it. A conversation ensued (or perhaps it was a good excuse to keep ordering German beer?). Regardless, White Jeans, a short story, now part of the BDSM Writers Con 2015 anthology, was born!

White Jeans’ story blurb:
Hayley is desperate to show Joseph he has her complete submission. But Joseph shows her complete surrender isn’t the same as seduction.

Below is the picture I took of the inspiring couple in the Freiburg bar. Regardless of who was seducing whom, I wish them luck. Do you think they know what they inspired that night?

What do you think? Who is seducing whom?

Cover Reveal: UNDERTOW, A New Release in Erotic Romance


I’m thrilled to announce I’ve joined three other lovely authors to bring you an anthology of novelettes for your reading pleasure. Undertow features four, contemporary, steamy hot reads that’ll make a perfect companion for your summer vacation. What could be more fun than to take some new erotic romance with you? We promise these stories are light but hot, and feature a happy-ever-after ending.

Blurbs and excerpts are below. But, first, some great news . . .

The Undertow anthology will be offered for sale at all the major retail outlets: Amazon, Kobo, Barnes & Noble and Smashwords in June. But you have an opportunity to get all four of these stories for FREE.

As a special thank you, I’ll be offering my story, Riptide, to all my email subscribers in June at no charge. (You’re already on my mailing list, right? If not, join here. ) 

As a bonus, each Undertow author also will offer their story to their mailing lists subscribers for free! If you aren’t already on the lists of these wonderful authors, consider joining now to get their stories delivered to you in June: Patricia A. Knight, Rachel De Lune and Kris Michaels

Happy Reading!


In the currents of the heart,
beware of love…it’s an


Coming June 2015

Dear Readers,

Welcome to a Troll River Publication collection of short stories. This is the perfect introduction to some of the lovely authors in our romance group. Their styles are unique to them. But whether in the far distant future on an alien planet, jostling down the streets of Regency London in a carriage or fighting the congestion of modern Washington D.C. traffic, their stories share a common theme: strong heroes, hot sex and happily-ever-afters. 

I’ve put together a sampler box of their short stories that are perfect for those lazy days at the beach, or poolside, when you want something to read that’s not too heavy, never sad and guaranteed to end well. So, slather on the sunscreen, slip those sunglasses on and let us entertain you.

Warm regards,
Stephanie McKibben
Troll River Publications

Blurbs and Excerpts
Note: NSFW
Backwater Blessing 
by Kris Michaels
When Cole, Mr. FBI, and Logan, local cop and reigning Ice Princess, hook up to solve a case of Mississippi corruption at the highest judicial levels, sparks fly. Their attraction is hotter than the sultry southern sun. She wants to hate him—but she can’t. And Cole would never commit career suicide by staying in a backwater Mississippi town…not for any woman…especially not for Isabella Logan Church.

     A single eyebrow arched and a small smile tugged up the corner of Cole’s mouth. Logan leaned forward and brushed her lips against his. He held still and that control won him some points in her book. The Fed had restraint. The question was how much? Deliberately she pushed her bikini clad breasts against his hard muscled chest and lifted her hand to caress his cheek.  
     “If you are worrying about me being able to sell it…don’t. I don’t have to like you to act like I am making love to you.”  Her purred words sounded breathless and needy even to her own ears. She turned and walked out of the cabin before she did something stupid. Like crawl up his big sexy body and kiss him until his federal reserve broke. 

The Break
by Rachel De Lune
Victoria Abbott meets Aeron Morgan in the intimate dining room of her hotel in her hometown of Oxwich. He’s looking for a woman who can accept him and all of his desires. She’s looking for closure. What they find in each other is totally unexpected. 

     I tease my skirt a little higher, revealing some flesh before slipping the first button on the front of my dress. Without knowing, I chose the perfect outfit. Once the second button is free, I look up at Aeron. Lust gleams from his eyes, and they drink in the body I’m slowly revealing to him, button by button. I slink closer, standing a fraction out of reach as I undo the last button. I slip the dress slowly off my shoulders and let it drop to my feet. I step out, and close the final gap between us. He straightens and once more he sweeps my body with lust filled eyes. I take a breath and unhook the back of my bra and slip it off my shoulders.  Hooking the sides of my thong, I inch my knickers down my legs as seductively as possible. The appreciation on Aeron’s face is all I need to bolster my confidence. I bend down, collect my knickers from the floor and strut to him. Dangling them over his lap, I drop them.
     “Straddle me.” Aeron’s smoky voice is deeper than before. My little strip show has definitely affected him. The knowledge he is aroused spurs me on. Swinging my leg to sit on his lap, I position myself on his thighs. He has a clear view of my pussy. He hasn’t tried to touch me. His hands remain firmly by his side. I’m amazed… and disappointed.
     “Make yourself come for me. I’m going to watch you come undone on my lap before I take you.”

by Patricia A. Knight
Former Army Ranger, Max Harper, didn’t know the young woman playing fetch on the beach with his therapy dog—but he wanted to. From his first meeting with Holiday Jones, her fresh beauty and soft heart swept him away. The wounded veteran knew he wanted forever with Holiday. There was just one small problem. She thinks he’s someone he’s not. When his down-to-earth Holiday learns who Max really is, love might not be enough—for no matter how generous a woman’s heart, it’s difficult to forgive deception.

     After he covers Miss Kitty and her surrounding cast in white foam, Max sits back and inspects the area he’s prepped. He rinses his hands in the water bowl, dries them on the sofa cushions and then selects a razor as if he were an open-heart surgeon selecting a scalpel. 
     I wiggle a little and whimper, “Max, pleeease, finger fuck me…please, please, finger fuck me.” 
     He shoots me a happy little smile, flourishes the razor and begins gently scraping my groin with the care of a jeweler faceting a diamond. My inner slut gets on stage and shouts cuss words. I have no excuses. She has a potty-mouth. By the time Miss Kitty is as bald as Vin Diesel, Max has teased me to the brink of orgasm. The soft strokes that almost touch my clit are the worst. When Max finishes and drops the third razor in the water bowl and rinses his hands, I could come if he breathed on me. Max simply grins, parts my swollen lower lips with his thumbs, and exposes my aching clit. “God damn, Holiday. You’re so pretty.” He holds me with an intent stare and gravely announces, “Rangers lead the way,” before closing his lips and tongue over my clit and sucking gently. 
     I go off like the A-bomb dropped on Hiroshima in those old newsreels from WWII. Yeah. That could have been me. When I regain conscious thought, Snafu is raising a ruckus at the door, barking and scratching to be let in, and Max slumps on the ottoman in front of me with a look of gloating male satisfaction.
     “I woke the dog?”
     “You were pretty loud, babe.”
     “Did I scream your name?”
     He gravely shakes his head. “No, babe. You didn’t scream my name and you know what that means.” 
     My eyes widen. 
     “We have to do it again.”
     Max kept his promise.

by Elizabeth SaFleur
Cheated on, dumped and fired—all by the same man—Ava Hollins’ only goal on her Caribbean vacation was to forget men existed. When she wins hot, wealthy, resort owner, Bret Wright, during a charity “man auction,” she’s not sure what to do with her suddenly acquired “love slave.” Fortunately, for Ava, Bret knows exactly what to do with her.

     Bret kept his eyes on Ava’s face as he looped two lengths of rope around her rib cage, one on the fleshy mound of her breasts, the other underneath. A gentle yank and the two pieces squeezed her breasts outward. The rough rope bit into her skin, and her breathing sped up.
     “If you ever feel dizzy, tell me,” he said.
     All she could do was nod. Her power of speech had fled.
     “If it comes to it, I’ll cut the rope. Do you understand?”
     “Yes.” She barely breathed the word. She tuned into the full length of his body now pressed closer against her, as if he meant to keep her steady and present. Even with rope biting into her skin, she loved being this close to his body. And, what a body. Even clothed she could tell some serious muscle lived behind those pants and shirt.
     More pulls around her ribcage shifted her focus. She dropped her chin, fascinated by the beautiful knot he’d formed on her sternum. The ends dangled, tickling her belly. He lifted her chin and looked deeply into her eyes. Keep your eyes on me, they transmitted.
     Yes, sir.
     His hands returned to their work. In seconds he had her wrists crossed and tied together with another short length of rope. He tugged her closer. She blinked but didn’t dare break his gaze. He sealed his lips to hers, and his tongue moved slowly while his capable hands explored her body, fingers slipping under the ropes as if checking the level of restriction.
     He released her mouth. She felt more, gentle, scratching pulls on the rope. A downward glance revealed her chest and belly encased in an intricate diamond pattern make of jute. She inhaled deeply, testing the restriction of her rope top. Could she get out of it, if needed? She expanded her chest again. No, I can’t. Moisture gathered between her legs in response. She looked back up at his face, now tilted in question. Without him having to ask, she knew what he sought.
     “Amazing,” she said.
     He smiled. “I’m glad you appreciate my work.”
     The relief in his eyes spurred her courage. “Will you do more?” she asked.
     “Oh yes, baby. So much more.”

Coming in June 2015