Wednesday, July 27, 2016

Wip-it-up Wednesday- My first Western

Hi Y'all- It's been a while. Every week I tell me self I'm going to sign up- and every week I forget. This week I remembered to sign up, and then forgot to post. Such is life in the summer I guess.

I know it seems like I've been quiet for a bit, but I turned in a new western in April, and it has been up on the woodshed for a bit. I don't have an exact release date, but I'm thinking early September.

And oh my heck- I still need to write a blurb!

In this scene, which is in the first Chapter, Finley, the newly elected mayor is on his way out to his mentors for dinner when he sees their daughter hitchiking down the road, home for Thanksgiving.

Falling For Finley- Coming Fall 2016

Finn’s thoughts kept him company on the short trip to the liquor store. He had almost made it there when he spotted her. Francesca Upton in the flesh. He would have recognized her anywhere, even in that get-up. The prodigal daughter looked more like she belonged in the trailer park on the other side of town; walking down the highway in daisy dukes, a cut-off black tank that showed off a ring sparkling in her belly-button, and to top off the get-up, red cowboy boots. She was walking along the edge of the road, with a ratty knapsack slung over her shoulder, looking as if she didn’t have a care in the world, with her arm extended out to her side, and her thumb pointed towards the sky.
Hitchhiking? Oh hell, no!
Finn was half tempted to drive on by like everyone else, and pretend he didn’t see her, but he knew Joseph would have his head if he found out, and Joseph would find out. Slowly easing off the gas, Finn pulled off to the side of the road.
“Get in the truck!”
It was completely obvious from Francesca’s face that she hadn’t recognized him yet, but it didn’t stop her from dropping her arm to her side, and striding towards him with purpose and without fear.
Finn rolled down the passenger side window, Francesca walked over and leaned in with a salacious smile, which faded once she recognized him. “Oh. It’s you.”
“Damn right it’s me, and you’re lucky it is. Now get in the truck before you get picked up by some entitled pervert with more in mind than giving you a ride.”
“Go to Hell, Finley,” she spat out, using his given name, as she pounded her open palm on the door of his truck before turning and stomping off in the opposite direction.
Finn was pretty sure he was already there. He couldn’t just take off in the opposite direction and leave Joe’s little girl to her own devices. This close to Masonville, odds are she would probably be safe, but it wasn’t a chance Finn was willing to take. He was going to get her into his vehicle by whatever means necessary. Swearing under his breath, he jumped out of the truck and took off after her.
She was fast, but he was faster. It only took a minute for Finn to close the distance between them, and slow her down with a hand wrapped around the strap of her backpack. 
“Why are you out here hitchhiking anyway?”
Francesca’s eyes blazed as she whirled around to face him. 
“To see if someone would pick me up.”
“Very funny smartass. Why wouldn’t you get a ride with Joe?”
Her face fell, but she quickly recovered. If he had blinked, he would have missed the break in her cool facade. 
“Because, father of the year that he is, he forgot to pick me up.”
“Oh.” Joe had had a few spells of forgetfulness lately, but Finn hadn’t thought it was anything to worry about. Maybe he was wrong.
“Well, I’m about to head out to the ranch now, after I make a few quick stops. Get in the truck, and I’ll have you home soon enough.” He made the mistake of releasing her, forgetting for a moment just how stubborn she could be. As soon as she was free of his grasp she took off running again. 
“Damn it, Francesca!” he hollered as he took up chase.
“I’d rather walk!” 
“Well, you’re walking really fast in the wrong direction!”
That slowed her. He could almost see the wheels turning in her head. Continue running as she got farther and farther from her destination, or turn, and run right towards him. In the instant that she paused, he was able to catch up with her, grabbing her upper arm this time, and putting his face close to hers, speaking low and slow. 
“Little girl,” he growled. “I really do not have time for these ridiculous games. You were looking for a ride, and I offered one. Now get in the truck, before I bend you over and whoop your butt right here in front of God and anybody that happens to pass by.”
Francesca’s face flamed as she glared at him defiantly. “Get a grip, Finley. You aren’t my father.”
He had to laugh. “We both know Joe never laid a hand on you, if he had, maybe you wouldn’t be such a stubborn spoiled brat. Maybe when someone tried to offer you help in the form of a ride, to keep you from being raped or worse, you would have the good manners to say thank you and get in the damn truck without making them chase you all over tarnation.”
She was quicker than him for just a minute, but it was long enough to wrench her arm free from his grasp and draw it back, but not fast enough to actually slap him. He caught her arm right before it made contact with his cheek, and in one swift move, he had it pinned behind her back once more. It took only a few steps to reach the bumper of his truck, and sit down on it, with Francesca still in his grip. She had been compliant until that point, but once he sat, and she realized what he was meaning to do, she took to fighting with all her might. 
She was a hellcat, but that was no surprise to Finn. One leg came up and tucked over the top of hers, and when her free hand flew back to fight him, he grabbed it and pinned it with the other one.
“You can thrash around all you want sweetheart, and you can holler and hoot to the heavens, but rest assured, you are not getting up until I give you the spanking you sorely deserve.”
“Finley Silas Tucker! You unhand me right this minute! Who the hell do you think you are? Just wait till my daddy hears about this!”
Finn just chuckled in response. She was screaming fit to beat Jesus, but they were on a deserted stretch of Texas backroad, and despite his earlier threats there was no one around to hear her.
Bracing his foot against the bumper, he tilted her forward so he would have a better aim, and examined his target. Sweet Jesus, at this angle, those daisy dukes left nothing for the imagination, and left her sit spots perfectly bared for her spanking. He let out a low whistle. Lord, but he had wanted to do this for a long time.
Sending a quick prayer up that Joe would forgive him for this, he raised his hand and brought it down across her bare crease with a satisfying crack. 

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Sunday, May 1, 2016

Thank You, You Changed My Life- Two Year-Authorversary Post

Two things need to be said to preface what I fear might be an extremely mushy blog post

1) Extreme mushiness makes me super uncomfortable. So uncomfortable in fact, that if you happen to be reading this- you should probably be extremely impressed that I managed to hit the publish button when I was done typing.

2) I do not get very personal on this blog very often, and the main reason for that is that a lot of RL people know my pen name, and while they love to support me in every new book and accomplishment and experience, they do it because they are good friends and they love me, not because they agree with me, and I don't want to make them uncomfortable by inviting them into my bedroom.

Everybody caught up? Okay, prepare for mushiness.

Tonight I was emailing a friend about ways we could encourage each other in encouraging our spouses (Yes, Didi, that would be you) and I typed the sentence "Changing the way I viewed submission changed my life"

And as soon as I typed it I was blown away by how completely true that was in so many little ways that I had never fully added up before. Truly- it did not just change my marriage- it literally changed my life.

In the very beginning of 2011 I had two young kids, my hubby and I worked opposite shifts and both of us were essentially single parents when we weren't working. It was a choice we had made, but it wasn't always an easy one. Without going into a lot of epically stupid details that added up to us both being miserable, I will say that on New Years day, it blew up into a huge fight- and the d word was on the table. And the next day, I went on facebook, and a friend had posted a link to a very disparaging article about spanked wives. That article led me to another article, which led me to blogs, which I spent months devouring, which eventually led me to the LDD network, where I eventually met Patty Devlin- (who btw- was not even published by Blushing at this point) And Patty encouraged me to write- and kept encouraging me for years, until one day, I finally sat down and did it.

And here I am- eleven books later- a completely different person that I was five years ago. My marriage is strong, I love the person I am, and I actually acheived a goal I had since I was nine years old of being a published author.

The funny things is- I have no idea why that friend posted that article- I don't think she intended it in a positive light, but she never said and I never asked, and we aren't even friends anymore.
But she did- so though  she will never see this- I want to say Thank you, you changed my life.

And to the commenter that had the grace to link to a much more diplomatic article, Thank you, you changed my life.

And to the author of the second article, who mentioned the blogs that I spent months reading- Thank you- you chaned my life.

And to the authors of those blogs who put their deepest thoughts, desires, fears and experiences out there for the world to see- Thank You, You changed my life.

And to the creator of the network, and the friends I met there, including Patty- Thank You, You changed my life.

I could seriously keep going on this forever. One little article posted for no apparent reason set off a course of events that changed everything. And tonight- on my two year author-versary, I am just reeling with the impact that small little thing that the poster probably doesnt even remember set me on the course of events that brought me here.

Wow. I just feel so incredibly thankful, and blessed right now.

Wednesday, April 27, 2016

Instagram For Authors: How to Get the Most out of your Instagram Experience

 I'm slowly recovering from my first ever conference, 2 of them actually in one shot- I was in Vegas for a full week- first for Blushing Books Passionate Pen Conference, and then for RT 2016- Both conferences were simply amazing, and I went to bed every night wondering how I got to a point where this was my real life, but the amazingness of the trip really deserves it's own post- and it's not this one.

The Passionate Pen had 2 days of classes taught by authors such as Sue Lyndon, Vanessa Vale, Maggie Ryan, Patty Devlin, and MYSELF.  I know, right? What was I thinking?

I was thinking that thanks to the help of my amazing friend, the model Riccella, I have a pretty good handle on how Instagram works, and how authors can use it to expand their audience, promote their books, and brand themselves.  Over the course of the rest of the conference, I ran into a lot of authors who were interested in learning how to better implement Instagram as a marketing tool, so I decided to take my presentation notes, and turn them into a blog post.


1) Instagram is all mobile. You can access and look at posts on a pc on, but you can only post from a mobile device.

2) The only place you can add a link on Instagram is in your bio. When you make posts- you can hand enter a web address, but it will not link. This is why it is really important to include a link to your website or Amazon Author page in your Bio. A lot of the time when people post about a book, or a review, or something people might want to buy or look at, they add "link in bio" to the caption

3) You can link your Instagram to Facebook, Twitter, Tumblr and Flicker, and cross post easily.

4) Instagram is ALL photo based, and media experts are saying it is now bigger than twitter. We live in a very visually based age, so it is imperative that we learn how to actively market to a larger fan base.

I'm going to skip the how to download the app, and get it set up- and get straight into the nitty gritty of how to use it.


This may surprise you, but one of the first things you should do after setting up your profile, is begin browsing. On Instagram, like twitter, you search by hashtags. And Instagram, much like Amazon, seems to use algorithms to decide what to show you and who to show your posts to. (outside of your followers and feed.  Search hashtags you expect to use. If you like to post quotes, search #quotes and like a few. If it's pin-up girls, search and like a few of those. Search hashtags such as #currentread #amreading, #amwriting to find things to like and follow. This helps personalize your instagram experience.


Seriously. It is. If you take just one thing from this post- let it be this. The KEY to successful instagramming is the hashtags. People search by hashtag to find new posts to like, and accounts to follow, suggestions are made to people based on which hashtag trends they seem to be following.

So here are my tips on how to use hashtags to your advantage For this example, I am going to use one of my friend Riccella's posts.

1) Use a  LOT of hashtags. Unlike twitter- there is no character limit on Instagram. A good rule of thumb is to try for 10 to 15 per post, with a maximum of around 30. YOu can see that here, Riccella, used about 30 hashtags

2) You want to use a variety of 3 different types of hashtags.
    TRADE SPECIFIC- These are the ones that are trends used within your immediate organic
audience.  For authors, these would be things like #book #bookstagram #author #authorsofinstagram  etc , and so forth.. Riccella's were #photography #artist #model#bodyscape etc

GENERAL  AUDIENCE-  These are the hashtags that are going to draw in your crossover audience. These can be more generalized, not specific to trend or trade.  Some examples used here are #utah #muse #beautiful #shapes

CUSTOM HASHTAGS-These are even more specific. Riccella uses her signature #riccella hashtag. Besides the photographers she works with, she is the only one using this hashtag, so it will make her stuff easy to find. A custom one I use that is not used often is #blushingbooks.


I know I've used the term Instagram trends a lot, and you are probably wondering what I mean by that. There are two types of instagram trends. One is basically the same as "trending" on Facebook or Twitter. The other are types of  "groups" that exist on Instagram always. It's important to pay attention to the trends you see, and what hashtags people use. If you have a cute dog, for instance, and you post pictures of him often- you might get a handful of unorganic likes and some organic ones. If you use the hashtag trend #dogsofinstagram, your audience widens significantly.

In the Realm of my specific trade as an author, there are several noteable trends. There is #authorsofinstagram- which can be added to just about any post I make

There is #bookstagram- This is one you want to pay attention to- readers and book bloggers use bookstagram daily. If you are posting, books, promo, cover reveals, etc- you want to use #bookstagram

#amwriting and #currentread are two others that are noteable within our trade.

My all time favorite Instagram trend is #socksunday- and it is not just because I have a wicked sock collection ( I totally do though)
#SockSunday is a HUGE trend that is popular and used almost exclusively within the writing/reading/bookblogging community. People who participate in Sock Sunday, search for other people participating, and often like and follow  new participants each Sunday.

What is Sock Sunday? It's simple- You wear cute socks- they dont have to be nearly as crazy as mine, and take a picture of your feet, and whatever book you are currently reading. This is a great way to showcase your own books, or your friends books that you enjoy. You can also add in props- Your morning coffee, a glass of wine, a cute pillow, whatever. The more props you use, the more hashtags you can throw in- the bigger your generalized audience will be.

As an example, here is my latest Sock Sunday Post. You can see that I didn't use crazy socks, (for once),  that I used a recently autographed copy of Renee Roses book, and several props.

Yes, that photo is slightly staged. Which brings me to my last point- Instagram is all about visual stimulation. The better you can set up your photos, the more followers you are likely to get.

I'm actually not an expert on this- So I am going to share a link to an amazing post about it, specifically aimed at authors and book marketing.

I might Actually end up making this post a bit of a series- Book Bloggers to Follow, New Trends to keep an eye on- etc.

If you have any other Instagram related questions email me

rayannajamison (at) gmail (dot) com

Saturday, February 27, 2016

#SatSpanks - New Release- Green Valley Brides- Two Books- Double The Spankings!!!!

Hi Sat Spankers! IT has been a big week for me! My blog is under construction- see the pretty new banner? I have a new release, and a bunch of amazing new covers to share with you all really soon!

My first two books from Love Multiplied, my polygamy series, have been re-released into a box set. Book Three will be re-released next month with a new title and cover, and Book Four- (the long awaited story of Carolyn) will be out in April!

The box set is out now!

So you are going to get two snippets today- one from each story!

Bride Two Soon

 "Well, I'm glad to see you ladies find your impending punishment so amusing. Shall we see if you still feel like laughing once we've begun?" 

He was sure that would have calmed them, and stopped their hysterics, but they looked up at him guiltily, bit their lips, and pointed at each other.

"She's first!" They each yelped simultaneously, before dissolving into laughter once more. 

"Who said anything about anyone going first, or for that matter, anyone getting punished more than they other? I intend to punish you both equally, and I intend to punish you together." 

The laughter finally stopped. Both of them stared at him, their eyes wide, as they shook their heads in denial.

The Prodigal Bride 

 "You told me you trusted me to find the best person for the job, and that's exactly what I did.Sophia was by far the best person I saw today."
"Today," he repeated dryly. His hands instinctively came to rest on his belt, as he knew it was only a matter of time before he would be taking it off and applying it to somebody's backside. Several somebodies, if he was reading the situation right. "She was the best person you saw today. You could have seen more people tomorrow or the nest day. Do not attempt to manipulate me, Phoebe, it will not end well for you."

Green Valley Brides

 Books One & Two in the Love Multiplied series by Rayanna Jamison

Bride Too Soon, Book One

This is a story of love and life- long friendship against the odds.

What happens when two life long best friends Mollie, and Beth Anne find themselves married to the same old fashioned man?

Can they remain friends? Will jealousy get the best of them? Will their husband be able to fix the problem with a good old fashioned spanking, or two?

The Prodigal Bride, Book Two

Sophia Randall had no intention on returning to her home in the polygamist community she grew up when she left Hiram Jefferson just hours before their wedding. Though she cared deeply for Hiram and his family, she was young and impulsive.

Ten years, two children, and one monogamous marriage later, returning to Green Valley after the death of her husband is the only option left.

Hiram was devastated when Sophia left him at the altar. With everything already on his plate-- between his job as the district superintendent, his large family, and one sick wife, the last thing he needs is the headache of Sophia being back in town.

When his wives go behind his back and form an alliance with Sophia, what is left for him to do but show them the error of their ways with a little old fashioned discipline. But what will happen when he finds out the true reason Sophia left him in the first place?

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Wednesday, December 16, 2015

A Little Christmas- New from Katherine Deane and Abbie Adams

 Thanks for joining me today, Katherine, And congrats on the new release

 Thanks so much for having me over, Rayanna. We Need a Little Christmas is a holiday Age Play story set, also written by the amazing Abbie Adams.
I chose a tender scene to showcase today. Ivy is struggling with her thoughts and reactions to her new little side. But Jack is there to help her through it…


  "I think what upset me the most today, was how I reacted," Ivy mumbled into his chest. "I really over-reacted, and took it out on you. I'm sorry."
"It's okay." He kissed her forehead.
Wrenching away, she pulled back with tears in her eyes. "No, it's not. I got upset and took it out on you because I wanted to go into Little mode. It was a crisis, and I just tried to hide. I thought this was supposed to be a good thing, letting myself be... I don't know, young?" She wrinkled her nose. "But that makes it a crutch, right?" Her fists tightened as she crossed her arms around her chest. "I know all about unhealthy coping mechanisms after watching my mom." She burst into tears. "This is unhealthy escapism. If I can't turn it off, how can I be the real me? How can I be who I'm s'posed to?" Her face crumbled and sadness clouded her features. More tears washed down her face. "I even sound like a little girl." She whined and grimaced, burying her head into his lap.
"Sweetie, it's okay." He stroked her head and held her until she stopped crying. "Sit up. Look at me, please." Her pitiful gaze met his. "I'm probably not going to say this right, but let me try."
She sat up and straightened her back to meet him, her body radiating nervous energy. 
"You're special. You make things really fun and interesting, even when you don't try to. You are beautiful and sexy and smart, and I love arguing with you about politics, because you don't take any shit from me." He smiled and kissed her cheek. "You're also strong, capable, a warrior in heels with a leather briefcase big enough to carry a dead body."
That got her laughing.
"You're also exuberant, full of life, gregarious, and you sing off key." He winked when she pretended to be offended. "You know every single Disney song and movie by heart. You make me feel young. Your energy brings me to life when I'm grumpy and tired."
She sniffled and her eyes glistened.
"I know this past year has been hard for you. But the you I see is a lot of different things. You are big and you are little. They're combined. And I think you'd be doing yourself a huge disservice if you tried to turn off something that is such a big part of you. You are Big Ivy. You are Little Ivy. It's okay to be both. I love both."

Thirty-three year old, Ivy Henry seems to have it all. A well-paying job, a new house, and her wonderful HOH/husband, Jack. At her request, they had incorporated Domestic Discipline into their marriage a few years ago and she flourished under his love, guidance, and support.
But, this year's holiday season is wreaking havoc on their calm relationship. Between the stress of work and hosting this year's Christmas Eve party for all the family, Ivy is becoming more and more out of control. To top it off, she has a secret she can't share with Jack.
Their relationship is wonderful but she wants more—a chance to explore her younger side. Ivy desires to do Age Play but is fighting her needs because it is embarrassing. How can she trust Jack not to laugh when she tells him she wants to curl up on his lap at night and call him Daddy?
Jack has been watching Ivy slip away emotionally for the past year. His beautiful, sweet wife is now always angry and ill tempered. DD just doesn't seem to be cutting it any longer. He can tell she is unhappy, but doesn't know how to help her until the day he finds her chat sessions on her computer. Discovering hope again, he begins to make plans to escape from this stressful holiday. He will introduce his precious Ivy to her new daddy—him. They both need to reconnect and they both need a Little Christmas.

 It looks amazing, Katherine- Now I just need to carve out sometime in between all my Christmas preparations, house cleaning, and kids to actually sit down and read it.

Katherine Deane is a multi-published, top 100 romantic and BDSM author and romantic at heart. 
She loves cheese, red wine, chocolate, and snuggling up with her daughters’ kittens while reading a good book.
When not reading, or writing, you can find her knitting, sewing, crafting, or doing pretty much anything to keep her hands busy. She has taken over the dining room AKA craft room, much to her husband’s dismay. In one of her books, an energetic “craftaholic” would find herself over her husband’s knee for losing an important document in a pile of bi-cone crystals and mod podge. Her real life, and the people in them, give her plenty of ideas to work with.
Katherine has dubbed herself the queen of cheese. Not only is she a former Midwestern Cheese Head; she also loves to incorporate it into her books.
In her opinion, all romance deserves at least one cheesy scene that makes you cry.
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