BDSM/AP lifestyler Breanna Hayse strives to give her readers truth and reality of the BDSM/Age-Play/Total Power and Erotic Exchange lifestyle.
A native Californian gone ‘wild’, Bree was gifted with the opportunity to travel the globe and discover the world through the eyes of both a Marine Intelligence specialist and a BDSM lifestyler. This experience has allowed her to gain unique inspiration for her books and provide realistic plots and relatable characters.
She left the service to go into hospice nursing and grief counseling, eventually working as a marriage and family therapist for those involved in alternative lifestyle development. In 2004, Bree and John joined forces to work with both submissives and dominants- teaching, training, listening and loving. Their goal: take the mystery and fear out of the lifestyle and mentor people in safe, consensual and exciting relationships.
Her first book, Game Plan (AKA Cassie’s New Plan) was published in 2012 and opened the door to the world of Age-Play literature. Since that time, she had published over 48 titles and devotes herself to writing, researching, community involvement, and private and group pro bono counseling in deviant behavior, alternative lifestyle, and addiction recovery.
Bree is a full switch (acting in both an active, dominant and submissive role) and her scenarios are pulled primarily from either personal experience or observation. Her multi-faceted background allows her to glean from many avenues and provide a unique and intelligent literary experience through elements of fantasy and fiction. She also addresses the questions and psychology of the lifestyle in a manner that is fun and informative, and based on ‘the real deal’.
She lives with her husband, musician, and author John Hayse, and two border collies in southern California. Bree and John practice a 24/7 D&S relationship with speckles of AP and happily spend every moment together that they can. Her hobbies include her puppies, hiding her vanilla salt-water taffy where John can’t find it, exotic art, collecting inspiration trinkets, and developing her own paddle line. You can also see her as a featured author/instructor in professional conference settings.
Secret Face, Secret Life, Secret Fantasy… Just a sweet southern gal who loves to read and dream…
I’m what one would call a national mutt. Born in Florida, raised in Georgia, moved to San Francisco, and then transplanted to New Orleans where I attend college as an art major. I’m fascinated by the macabre, so when I found out that this was the home of Anne Rice, I was able to indulge in exploring my secret fantasy of BDSM. My eyes were opened to incredible authors who wrote with authority in the dynamic; people who knew the lifestyle that I so desperately wanted to be part of. They became my inspiration and my role models, and encouraged me to pursue my dream- to design book covers, write and (when I was brave enough), find me a man worthy of my mischief.
I’m so blessed to be working with the people of Twisted Hearts Productions who both push my limits but also shower me with praise and encouragement. Because of them, I’ve not only fallen in love with cover art, but now I’m in love with writing. The only thing left is to fall in love… with a real Dom!
“Little you know what this rose has cost.”
If on your bed, you lay and dream
With this book upon your breast
Things will not be as they seem
When you seek your heart’s request
Night will fly, and Faeries flee
With snakes below and bats above
Discover not, the way back home
Until you find your one, true love
What would happen if you fell asleep while reading a book and awoke to find that your life was no longer yours? Or that the story didn’t exactly follow the words written on the pages?
An ancient curse is set upon the shelves where first editions of classic books are lovingly nestled in a secured cedar room known as the Paddle Closet. But, like most works of fiction, there is always more than meets the eye. Lost, lonely, miserable and unhappy souls are drawn to this place to find refuge in the joy of a simple story—as long as they stay awake.
Mirabelle Villeneuve, the great-granddaughter of the Gabrielle Barbot-Villeneuve, author of Beauty and the Beast, returns to France with her husband after he experiences a series of terrible betrayals from family, friends, and his job. Once arriving at her grandmother’s old mill, Belle is gifted by a library built by Adam as a symbol of his love and devotion. The shelves are fashioned from ancient timber and antiques found throughout Europe, and he even hand-carves a faerie desk of wood taken from sacred ‘Leprechaun Groves.’ The shelves are then filled with first editions of every classic piece of literature known to man.
Unknown to Belle, Adam has a secret. He made a deal with the Archdruid that if he is given the perfect woman as his wife, he will sacrifice five of his greatest treasures- fame, fortune, family, fairness, and future. Little did he know that this deal would end up costing him and Belle their only daughter, Gabby.
Distraught, Belle seeks solace in her grandmother’s book. Despite the warning of Patrick, an old friend, she falls asleep while reading the handwritten volume and awakens as a living character in a page of the story! Her memory of the book lasts only long enough to learn that the only way ‘home’ is to find her true love, but even that memory soon disappears.
Adam, plagued by guilt for failing to trust Belle with the truth of the deal (which would have broken the spell), offers the ultimate sacrifice—his life. Instead of death, he is transported to the time and place of the story as the Beast. His punishment for his selfish deeds begins with his memory remaining intact. Telling Belle the truth about the past would result in her demise, so the only way to save her is to help her discover her true love—even if it isn’t him.
The Paddle Closet is about new beginnings, the power of love, the consequence of deceit, taking risks and forgiveness—toward other and oneself. It twists fairytales to a level never seen before, each one unique, unexpected and unexplored.
Publishers Note: This book contains elements of spanking of adult women, explicit sexual scenes and other such items of enjoyment. Just remember this:
Once the story is finished, the book will be returned to the shelves—with or without its reader…
“Where are we going?” she asked, rising with him.
Lifting her into his arms, he started up the long stairs. “I am going to show you how a beast makes love to a beautiful woman.”
“Will you bind me in place?” The grin accompanied her question as she wrapped her arms around his thick neck.
“Indeed, I shall.”
He licked his lips as the naked woman shivered on the bed before him. He had tied her wrists and ankles to the corners of the frame, spreading her wide and at his mercy. Candles filled the room, chasing away the darkness. Fully clothed, he leaned over her trembling body.
“Are you afraid?”
“A little. There’s a gleam in your eyes that I can’t decipher.”
He ran a sharp claw down the center of her chest and then glided to a pebbled nipple. “Tell me what you will not allow.”
Belle’s eyes widened. “You give me a choice?”
“I don’t want you to fear me.”
“The only fear I have is that you will be too predictable. My body is yours for your pleasure.”
“What of your heart?”
“That, my dear Adam, takes time. You have to trust me to tell you when that moment comes.”
The hope that he had lost trickled back into his soul. “But what of forgiveness? What if there is something about me that you cannot pardon?”
“Convince me that no other man can satisfy my needs, and then we will talk about forgiveness. You showed me how you could hurt me without harming me, now show me how you can pleasure and awaken me. There has been none that I remember who has been able to gratify me.”
Wordlessly, he lowered his mouth to the hardened nub of her erect nipple and ran his broad, thick tongue across the surface of her breast, over her ribs, and along the plain of her flat belly.
“Let me see what I can do,” he grumbled as his mouth grazed lower. He kissed her pale, pink lips and bathed her womanhood with his mouth until she quivered and swayed.
“More,” she begged. “This time, be gentle.”
He hovered his massive body over her bound form, reminding her that she was subject to his whims. With careful ease, he pressed the tip of his massive rod at her slick entrance, urging it to be invited further within. A tiny whimper rumbled through her throat as he penetrated deeper into her wetness, her hips pulsing in response to his movements. She thrashed and writhed under him, clawing the bed as she lifted her hips to meet him and summon him further into the recesses of her body. Clenching his teeth, he tamed his impulses to remain steady, pumping rhythmically as she tightened around him, her body striving toward release. Her lips parted and let loose an ecstatic moan as his cock was seized by the rapturous embrace of her womanly charms. Still hard, he lay atop her and allowed her body to enjoy the sensation of fullness.
Once her breath returned to normal, he brought her to rapture again … and again …