Vanilla Heart Publishing
Kelsey lives with her husband and lover in the suburbs of Seattle, where she is involved in community services, animal rescues, and writing. She is currently working (albeit slowly) on further adventure of the SKY Ranch Family.
Dear Readers,
It is my fondest (public) wish that each of you find and hold the life you may only have dreamed of until now, sharing life and love with someone special, someone meant just for you, as he is meant for me, and I, for him.
Value yourself enough to never ‘settle’, never accept less than all, and never give less than all. Expect all. Give all. Live all.
-Kelsey Chasen
A story of lust, love, laughter, and lashes at the beautiful
SKY Ranch Vineyard in the beautiful green foothills of the
Chatelaine
“Kelsey Chasen has taken a lifestyle often imagined to be dark and
secret and shared the beauty of love in the dungeon. Her characters love
totally and completely, defending their chosen family from dangers and the
outside world with determination, vitality, and honor. Something that surprised
me was the humor in the many situations in the novel – actually making me laugh
out loud in places! Kyra is bold and fearless, submissive and strong. And very
much loved! Scott is tough and tender, dominant and expansively loving. Each
member of their chosen family lends their own remarkable personalities to the story.” - Becki Moran
Chatelaine
Excerpt
Kyra stood in the foyer. Her
trembling knees were the only outward indication of her nervousness. What did I agree to? What if–what if Scott
isn’t who he seemed at the club? She turned at the sound of a heavy oak
door clicking closed nearby, and then straightened her shoulders, pressing her
hand to her belly. These aren’t
butterflies, they are pterodactyls!
Scott stepped into the foyer,
dressed in a black t-shirt, blue jeans, and cowboy boots. Kyra stifled a
giggle, partly from nerves and partly because he appeared to be so casual in
the midst of this grand mansion, Talk
about dichotomy, Mr. Casual—surrounded by all this!
Scott came across the highly
polished cherry wood floor to stand right in front of Kyra.
Smiling though he was, she fought
to control her fears, greeting him with the proper, and expected, “Thank you,
Sir, for allowing me to come to your home for training and protection.”
He placed his hands on her
shoulders, “Welcome, girl.”
He ordered her to strip.
“Lay your clothes neatly on that
bench, Kyra. Everything.”
Even with her heart beating a
rapid staccato in the hollow of her chest and her knees shaking wildly, she did
as he requested.
“Panties, too, girl.”
She had taken in a deep, sucking
breath and slipped the panties down over her thighs, lifting one foot at a
time, stepping out of the wisp of pale yellow lace. She set the panties on top
of the pile of her last vestiges of privacy and turned slowly to face him.
“Good girl,” he said, then lifted
her chin in his cupped hand until her eyes met his. “Good girl.”
Thus began Kyra’s introduction to a life and a lifestyle she could have never dreamed possible…
Chatelaine
