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Oh Really????

April 17, 2014

perfect for me

That said, I’m just as surprised about what comes out of Honey’s mouth. >.< Take for instance our conversation on the drive home yesterday. I had just finished detailing to him the brilliant <- it was too, fix I had for a plot problem and here’s the conversation:


“Isn’t that great? It fixes everything.”


Him, nodding sagely. “It sure does. But then so would having her sleep with a closet cross dressing Godzilla creature who cries when he wets his scaly skirt.”


Picture my head whipping around as I stare at his profile. My mouth is hanging open and I’m frowning before I manage to shake off the shock. Meh, throw in a gasp too, because ti was bad people. seriously. “You…you don’t like my fix?”


“I hate your fix. Think about it. If she…”


Well, I can’t go on because it would ruin a story, but dammit! The guy was right. Now, tell me. How can a guy who puts Godzilla in a skirt be right? I had no idea, but then I heard about the blood moon phenomenon and I realized it wasn’t once in a blue moon he’d be right. It was once in a red moon. Heheheh. He didn’t think that was funny when I told him, but I did.

How was your week?

Riley who is still ruminating about a decent fix for a heroine I’m rapidly coming to adore.


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We have a winner!

April 11, 2014

Congrats to Susan Fry! You win the big box of cool stuff. I hope you like it! :)

packed with good stuff

Also, just to let you know – I have another box, it’s smaller (just by a little bit) but I’m going to fill it with cool stuff too and do another drawing for you guys soon. So be on the look out for that date.

Oh, and I will also be doing my own drawings occasionally (here instead of just on goodreads) for my autographed print books. Hey, Let’s start now. The first one (besides Susan) to leave a comment will get an autographed print copy of Requested Surrender. :)

As always, thanks for stopping by!


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Should I Write It???

April 10, 2014

You tell me…


I want to try something a little different and run this kind of story by you guys. Honey actually dared me to write it and…well, did I ever mention that I can’t resist a dare? I’m working on this one, but I’m wondering how much this will appeal to my readers. *leans in to whisper* I know a lot of you guys like the male Dom aspect of my stories. That’s why – before I get too carried away with writing this one I thought I’d get some opinions. You can leave what you think in comments or you can just shoot me an email. Either way I’d appreciate it. So here goes. Oh, and please keep in mind that this stuff is raw. As in, you’re the first to see it. No beta readers or editors. Just little old me and now you. :) *Takes a deep breath* Okay, meet my Millionaires! Oops! Getting ahead of myself. I haven’t taken over Patty’s show…yet. >:) No really, meet my potential hero and heroine for a story titled: Par For The Course.

Here’s the potential blurb:

Parker Love is screwed. He used up his last “free pass” with the golf tour officials after his latest disgrace. Now they don’t care how talented he is because rumor has it, if he doesn’t clean up his act immediately, he’ll be kicked off. Only problem? The rules stipulate he needs an assistant. He should have kept his hands off his last one…but then, if he had, there wouldn’t have been a scandal to recover from, would there?

In desperate need of money to save her business Claire Borrows agrees to do what none of her colleagues dared. She contracts to become this high-profile PR nightmare’s personal assistant for the duration of the tour. How hard can it be to keep this mega-rich bad-boy on the straight and narrow? Not that she’d ever let on that she was a Domme, but wasn’t she used to her men doing what she wanted? Problem is, he isn’t her man, so when he continues to behave badly, risking her livelihood, she does what she swore she’d never do, and systematically turns a “vanilla” on to the lifestyle with the noble intention of teaching him to be a better man. His first lesson? Tackling the concept of privacy.

For Parker, living in the limelight twenty-four-seven was a given as he never had a reason to close that door until she came into his life. Now for the first time in a decade he’s found something he wants to protect – a peace so profound there’s not much that can shatter it until he learns what the driving force is behind Claire’s sexy tutoring. When the truth comes out, will the benefits allow him to appreciate her efforts, or will he be too teed off to care?

Here’s a snippet of the story:

“You can’t enjoy fame unless you appreciated it,” she told him.

“If you think I’m ungrateful you’re wrong. I love being famous.”

“Fame and famous are two different things. As to what I think? I think you don’t have the foggiest clue what fame is.”

He curled down over her, and whispered, “Fame is the resonate actions of all you do.”

She held his heated gaze for a long moment and then countered, “No, that’s the path to infamy.” Without looking away, she slipped her hand over his broad shoulder and up the back of his neck until her fingers sank into his hair. When her palm was buried deep in the silky mass, she made a fist and held on tight. “Fame is nothing more than being adored by people you don’t know.”

“What’s wrong with that?”

He stared at her lips so she smiled. “You’ll see. I want to know you. And when I do, trust me, the high you get from that experience will outshine everything that’s come before. All your pushover assistants and each one of your overanxious groupies will pale in comparison to what I’m going to be to you. You want to know why? You’re going to have to work hard to earn the privilege to be in my bed. To be granted permission to slip your hand up my skirt. To touch me. To kiss me. Do you understand?” She gave his hair a tug.

It was his turn to smile even as a challenging gleam shone bright in azure eyes. “Oh yeah, I understand.”

But she knew that he didn’t. Not yet. Soon he would. Very, very, soon.

And here’s the start of the first chapter. Let me know what you think. :)

Claire braced herself before she slid her key card into the mechanism to open the door to his suite. For thrity seven days, a little over a month now, she’d been biting her tongue and turning a blind eye. And, if she hoped to keep her job, that’s exactly what she’d continue to do for the rest of the tour. That is, if they didn’t get kicked off it first.

“A fool with lots of money fans himself with it in front of a crowd,” she muttered under her breath as she stepped in and let the door sweep closed behind her.

“No, no, I was talking about the redhead in Cincinnati. She was cute. I did her twice. What was her name again?”

“Shelly.” She heard Parker Love loudly yawn before he added, “I liked her sister better.”

Claire didn’t doubt that. Parker was never satisfied with what he had in hand. He was easily bored and whether it was a woman or a golf score, there was always something better that he wanted. She’d give him credit though, unlike his player-ass friend, Parker always remembered the names of the women he slept with. Claire suspected he did this so he could be sure not to pick up his cell when they inevitably stalked him after they were dumped.

“Ms. Borrows, is it that time again?”

Claire nodded and went straight to the cherry-wood desk to drop off his itinerary. She wasn’t going to be drawn into discussing more than the personal appearances he had booked for today. Every time she veered off the business path ever so slightly, she was tempted to set him straight and she often wondered how he’d feel about that?

Out of the corner of her eye she watched him unfurl from his cat-like sprawl on the couch to stand. He hadn’t shaved and he was wearing the same jeans and white polo shirt he’d had on at dinner last night. Probably shacked up with one of the local waitresses. Lord knew she’d spied at least three of them drooling over him when she walked by the restaurant earlier in the evening.

“Hey Luke,” Parker pulled the Xbox controller out of his friends hands, and said, “I’ll catch you later. I’ve got some business stuff to do.”

“Yeah, sure.” Luke got up and as he had to walk by her on his way to the door, she spun around. Watching as he politely nodded her way and then quickly put his head down, before he hurried to leave. Smart boy.

“I think he’s afraid of you.”

Normally Claire would have smiled at a comment like that, but coming from him she wasn’t amused. She wasn’t happy either when she saw him grinning. The guy needed—no, she wasn’t going there. Not with him.

“What’s on for today?” He stared right at her as he came forward. Not a flinch or a blink as he stopped less than a foot from her and looked down. Not at her face, but at her breasts. He did it on purpose and that’s why she didn’t react to it.

“Schedule’s fairly light. You have a poolside with channel eight at noon and then a short bio piece with an AP reporter in the lounge at four.”

“Wonderful.” He reached around her to pick up the notes she’d made for his interviews and being so close, she caught the scent of his cologne. He always smelled great which really aggravated her since she couldn’t enjoy it. “Should I study these?”

He didn’t straighten only tilted his head so his dark hair slid over an eye as he looked at her. All boyish and charming—she gave him the once over and decided he pulled off exactly the good-boy image his PR agent was going for. But she knew what was hidden under his preppy polo shirt. One thought of those bold tribal tattoos had her heart pounding while she licked her lips.

“Why do you do that?” he whispered.

Caught. Her gaze lifted and didn’t waver as she replied, “They’re chapped.”

A corner of his mouth tipped up in a smile. “They don’t look dry to me.” He searched her face and leaned closer. His voice no more than a husky purr, “I suspect there isn’t much on you that is dry.”

“And I suspect it’s conversations like this that caused your two previous assistants to quit.”

There was dead silence for a full beat and then he straightened and shook his head, sending thick onyx waves scattering in a sexy and disorganized mess over his ears and against his temples. With the blunt angles of his unshaven cheeks and jaw covered in dark shadows, she acknowledged that he was pure erotic chaos just waiting to be leashed. Did he know what kind of vibes he was putting out that she’d instinctively responded to?

“You’re half right about those assistants. It wasn’t the conversations per se, but what took place after them that had them quitting.”

Her pulse raced and she ignored it. “Out of the two of us, Mr. Love, I’d put bets on you quitting before I did. Besides, with no one willing to work with you I was able to charge an exorbitant fee and there isn’t much that would force me to walk away before I collected every penny of it.”

She stood her ground patiently waiting until he stepped back and gave her room. She didn’t need it, but she wanted it and when he did, the muscles in her midsection and much lower tingled and thrummed to life. She was lightheaded and breathless as she turned to leave. Damn. It was always the same with them and despite her saying she wouldn’t walk away? Well, if she had a fear this was it, because the raw attraction between them was growing stronger no matter how hard she tried to push it aside. Lately she’d begun telling herself that a drop-dead gorgeous heartbreaker with enough money to buy a small country wasn’t ready for her kind of special, and yet he’d finally ceded to her. He’d backed off. Beautifully.


Without another glance his way, she left and closed the door. But by the time she got to elevator she realized he’d been right about one thing.

She was wet.



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I Couldn’t Let This One Go…

April 8, 2014


Normally I leave my children out of my blogging but sometimes I have to make an exception. Like today. :)

First thing you have to know? My son and daughter have their own unique-to-them personalities. Of course all the funny goodness they get from me, and the meh, not-so-much-to-write-home-about, they get from Honey. ;) Today I’m sharing my daughter’s day out with my mom. That would be yesterday. I cried laughing as soon as the texts started to pour in. All this funny goodness? Yeah, *puffs chest out proudly* my daughter did get from me. Here’s the setup. My girl comes over to pick Nanny up so I can write without feeling guilty. Did I mention that my mom is queen of the proverbial guilt trips? No? Well, she’s also queen of denial so when you call her on the guilt thing she denies, denies, denies. Anyways, the plan was they were going to go to the bank, one department store <- remember that for later because it plays a big part in this and then the grocery store. Here are the texts. I nearly died and really didn’t get much writing done, now that I think about it. Boo-hoo! :(


My girl is smart enough to know that if I’m in the writing zone she could text until the cows walked through our doors and I wouldn’t answer. Lucky for her I wasn’t in the zone yet.


Nanny doesn’t want to go into the bank she wants me to teach her how to use the ATM!

There’s me think, Oh boy, we have a problem. Not only has my mother never used an ATM she doesn’t even have a card for one. I hope it doesn’t—

The machine ate her card.

Me thinking: Too late, and just perfect. All right. Take her into the bank. The ladies love her. Oh, and get them to order her a new visa.


Ten minutes later or could have been fifteen my cell beeps.


What now?

We’re still at the bank. Nanny sat down to rest and I think she fell asleep.

Again perfect. She’s not sleeping she’s people watching.

Through closed eyes?!

I let out a big sigh. The poor trusting cherub. Yes! She has eyes in the back of her head. Just give her a nudge and get a move on before she really falls asleep.


Twenty minutes later. Mom?

I was actually getting in the writing groove and didn’t want to answer.


What now?

Should Nanny be shopping for a coat?

Coat? Being that I was frying my ass off with the windows and doors open today this was interesting. What kind of coat?

Long, warm. Not navy.



Me shaking my head and texting back. No!

Ten more minutes goes by and my phone beeps. Does she need pots and pans?

Pots and pans? The woman hasn’t cooked since Reagan was president. She doesn’t even have an oven in her in-law suite so, yeah, no. What do you think?

But she said she wanted to make roast chicken.

At this point I can’t decide whether my mom is screwing with my daughter or my daughter is screwing with me. Either way this whole situation was ridiculous so I decided to screw with both of them.

Well let me see…that would be awesome, but you might want to buy her a stove first.

Very funny. So she doesn’t need pots and pans? You’re sure?

Now that’s funny.


Get her out of the department store.

Which one? This is the second one and she wants to go to Macy’s next!

Tell her no.

Oh God. She says she wants to buy some sheets. Does she need sheets?

Not really, but if she wants to buy them let her. What happened to the coat?

The beige was too bright and she didn’t want a navy one. I’d say she was doing the Goldilocks thing, but instead of three tries it was like 96! Help me! >.<

I feel for you baby.

Haha! I feel for you. She just invited the cashier to dinner. Hm. Maybe I should let her buy those pots and pans after all.

Not today. ;)

Okay, pray for me we’re getting back into the car and I’m going to the grocery store with her.

Bless you child.

Twenty minutes later I got another text.

Oh, mom?

I’m here.

Does Nanny need anything else besides wine?

I’m thinking Nanny needs everything besides wine. Don’t let her buy that!

Left the crowbar at home so the wine is coming with us.


I should probably mention here that my 90-pound-when-she-was-soaking-wet-mom with a glass of wine in her becomes Joan Rivers on crack. Suddenly family secrets fly out of the vault propelled by her rapier wit at record speed. Not good.

Mom? Anything else to buy?

Yeah, buy me some wine. I’m going to need it.


I know.

Nope, funny is Nanny trying to set me up with the 50 year-old fish guy.

Oh dear.

Man, she really knows how to kill a piece of your soul, doesn’t she?

Do tell.

She just told me we’d make a great couple.

LOL! I think your boyfriend would have something to say about that. ;)

Doubt it. The last time Mike spoke to Nanny she told him his hands were so soft they felt as if he’d never worked a day in his life.

Get out!

Uh oh! Gotta go.

Next text: Nanny’s hitting up the deli guy for his phone number.

Next text: For me.

Next text: *cries* He looks like he’s 80.

Next text: Bald.

I text back: I’m dying laughing.

Next text: So is he and he’s missing a few teeth.

Next text: OMG!!!!!

Next text: He gave it to her and winked at me.

I wiped the tears aside and typed, So when are you going out?


Just bring the little matchmaker home so she can crush my soul after she swills back her wine.

K. :)

Annnd five minutes later? Mom?

Where are you?

Nanny’s buying me lunch.


She ordered a vodka giblet.

That’s gimlet and my condolences. Wine unlocks the vault but vodka? Blows it to smithereens. Have fun. :D

0.o Did I call her an old lady when I was five?

Yep. Truthfully I couldn’t remember but it sounded about right.

Really? Nanny can’t remember what she had for breakfast this morning, but she remembers I wouldn’t drink ginger ale at her house because it was warm?

Wow, sounds like it’s going to be a great LONG lunch! Enjoy!




When my daughter got home looking ten years older than when she went out, all I said was, “Sorry, but there was no need of both of us suffering through lunch, right?”

She was just about to answer when my mom shouted, “Thanks sweetheart! I had a great time. See you next Monday.”

Next Monday?”

My usually affable girl scowled just like Honey, and grumbled, “Yes. Somewhere between her lambasting me for not drinking her warm ginger ale and picking her petunia’s for a bouquet for you—”

“You were only three-years-old.”

“Nanny’s decided I should take her out every Monday on my days off.”


“Did you really threaten to run away when Nanny forbid you to see daddy after he bought his motorcycle?”

Hm…maybe not so cool, I thought then. After all, the last thing I needed was my mom giving my girl ideas carved right out of my very creative and colorful past. Eek.

“Nanny told you that?” I tried to sound shocked so she could glean from that what she would because I wasn’t admitting or denying anything.

“She also told me…”

*Turns to look right at you with owl eyes* Mondays with Nanny were cancelled with a capital C! The woman had no filters. Fortunately this time she spilled about everyone else in the family, but it was only a matter of time before she got back to talking about me and Honey and *insert me tugging on my collar here* we couldn’t have that. No way.

*Takes a calming breath* then *insert light bulb moment here*

OMG!!! My mother is a genius. She’d been after me for months to set a day a week aside to spend with her and when I didn’t she…she…she manipulated me into it! Because you gotta know after yesterday and the spilling of some sensitive info I had no choice but to tell my daughter she was off the hook and I’d take over Monday Nanny duty.

*thinking* *smiles* *smiles wider* Hot damn! The old gal’s still got it. I love my mom!!!

Riley who is currently contemplating taking notes on Mondays. There’s probably some great story material buried beneath all those interesting skeletons. Heheheh.

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Requested Surrender Reviews Are In!!! Wanna enter to win some $$?

April 6, 2014



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Night owl's Reviewer's top pick award Stare Me Down5silver-stars

5 out of 5 STARS!!!

Here’s what Emma from NIGHT OWL’s had to say:

Riley Murphy writes BDSM Romances. That’s not the same as writing BDSM stories. I can’t really connect to many D/s stories with any sense of common ground. They are a form of escapism for me, fantasy not reality. I don’t wish to be any of the main characters. Ms. Murphy and a handful of other authors have the talent and the emotion to pen a love story that unfolds against the backdrop of a D/s setting. These stories affect me like love stories do. I’m invested in the people and can appreciate the kink.


Lacy is damaged whether she admits it or not and David has his own issues too. Nothing comes easy for either of them. Sure, the sex is hot and kink’s sizzling, but the growth of David and Lacy’s relationship is at the forefront. What they say and think is much more important than the sex. Flawed people, flawed relationships and flawed self-images give the entire story a realistic feel. The author’s previous books also reflect this. I could identify with the characters in these stories. Oh, I’m not about to go out and buy a paddle, but the struggles, self-doubt and hopes of both David and Lacy are things I can relate to.


Requested Surrender is a powerful story of love and trust. I highly recommend this entire series. It’s compelling, fascinating and very, very sexy. Also, I’ll never look at post-it notes without thinking of Lacy.


Lacy Pembrook has fascinated Dom David Hollan from their very first meeting. If he wanted her, and he did, David would have to ease her along. But there’s more to Lacy than meets the eye and the road to her ‘surrender’ isn’t as textbook as David would like. In fact, David has a few things to learn too.

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5 out of 5 STARS!!!

Here’s what reviewer Angela had to say: This was another awesome novel by Riley Murphy. This is the fourth book in the Surrender series, so I was already invested in the characters. I couldn’t wait to see what Racy Lacy’s story was, but I have to admit to being totally shocked by it! David is the third partner in the very elite BDSM club, and he is not quite what he has been advertised as in the previous novels. I am kind of glad, because a metrosexual dom toting around a lap dog was a little hard to come to terms with!

David turned out to be just what Lacy needed to overcome her fears and face her future and find her “Epic Life”. What I love about Riley is that she gets you in your heart. She tells a story that makes totally brings the characters to life, and makes you WANT them to find their happily ever after. I was so worked up at one point, I had to set my Kindle down and walk away. Now that’s a good story!

I love that this a book about BDSM that isn’t over the top, like whips and chains and St. Andrews crosses and leather masks. I’m not saying there is anything wrong with that at all. What I’m saying is, this is a more laid back approach to a D/s relationship that focuses more on Lacy’s submission to David. It isn’t about the trappings of “stuff”, it’s about her feelings. I LOVED that!

If you can’t tell, I loved just about everything about this book, I have to give it five stars! If you are going to read it, you might want to check out the prequel, Date With a Dom, available from Amazon as well. It gives you the first four dates David and Lacy have before Requested Surrender starts. Also, these are NOT typical dates. They are DOM dates!! HOT HOT HOT!!

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5 Star Review:

More than a few emotions will be felt as you read this. In A Date With a Dom, I liked Lacy and her bratty behavior in this one not so much. Lacy is a sweet young woman, with a secret that can be the reason for her “personality”. David is a Dom that simply adores His little angel more than He thinks, he also is carrying a bit of “baggage” that may just be His undoing.


So Lacy is under the assumption she can handle David, she enjoys the date night David. All she has to do is keep Him off balance, she will bat her eyes at him and pout and get her way like she is used to doing. Does Lacy know what she is doing?

David thinks to ease Lacy into what He expects of her, allowing her some allowances… bratty behavior, defying orders, ect ect.. When a situation happens it will re arrange His thinking and He goes into full Dom mode.

Both will have to do a lot of soul searching, they will have to uncover painful secrets that will break them down to nothing, the questions is will they deal with it? Or will they let it stay buried and continue the life they live? Or is it a time for a change?

I really wasn’t sure how I was going to rate this until after I was done reading it, Ms Murphy did a awesome job with attention to detail, I loved the characters and how they played in the story. The camaraderie between both the guys and the ladies, showed a strong friendship level. I loved the text messages and the post-it notes (smiles). A few times I felt the need to smack both David and Lacy for the wee bit communication issues. Humans cant read minds, if you want to be understood then you need to speak whats on your mind. If you don’t want someone to do something, if you let them know why not to do it, its a better chance that they wont. (smiles) The scenes were intense in some spots, very hot in some spots, passionate and loving. All around a pretty awesome book, congrats Ms. Murphy on a job well done. Enjoy!


Ruthie gave Requested Surrender 5 stars.


Wow! This book is written in such a way that I spent most of it just slightly off kilter. I was always just a little bit concerned about how things were going and always anticipating the worse. It was so tense at times that I had to stop and remember to breathe before immersing myself in deep again. It was sizzling hot, sexily humorous and all consuming!

Fantastic story, brilliantly told and with enough depth that it would probably be even more enjoyable on a second read. Thank you very much for an excellent book.

Date with a Dom precedes this and I think it adds to the whole, but it would still have been a good read on its own. Also there are previous books in the series, which probably add some back story, but I didn’t feel the lack. That said I will be adding them to my reading pile, as I love the characters.


Angie also gave it 5 stars



If you haven’t read Date with a Dom, I would read that first, it helps give you a little background to this book. David and Lacy end up spending two weeks together and they both learn so much in those two weeks. I just loved Lacy’s quirkiness and I will never look at Post-its the same way again.

Characters: I loved both Lacy and David and felt like I was right there with them in the book.

Sex: Hot and steamy

Religious: No

Would I recommend to others: Yes

More than one book in the series: Yes

Genre: Erotica

Would I read more by this author: Yes



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I was recommended Requested Surrender by a friend on Twitter who reads what I like….Erotica. She told me several times that Requested Surrender would satisfy all my BDSM cravings and that it was a must read, and I am so glad she did because I thoroughly enjoyed this book.
Requested Surrender is the story of David and Lacy and it is book 4 in the Trust in Me series. Although I felt like I was a bit late coming to the party because I had not read the other books in the series, Ms. Murphy’s novella A Date with A Dom caught me up to speed. I immediately fell in love with very controlled Dom and his bratty soon to be submissive. Their chemistry in the novella set a great tone for me to launch right into their story in Requested Surrender.
When I say I loved David that might be a bit of an understatement. He was such a gentle man with some of the best forms of communication, it was hard not to fall hard for him. His patience with drawing out Lacy’s need to hide her true self and his methodology was perfect. His training of her heated up my ereader and was extremely hot to read. Lacy, for her part, was just the right type of heroine…a bit bratty but so fun to watch evolve. I never tired of her wit and her transformation over the course of the book was nice to see.
Requested Surrender is a book to savor. The pace is extremely well written, the sex scenes were extremely sensual and very satisfying and there was a bit of angst to keep you wanting more.  This was a great book….again, I loved these characters and look forward to reading more by Riley Murphy in the future!
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