Measha Stone

His Captive Pet by Measha Stone

His Captive Pet is the third book in Measha Stone’s Owned and Protected series. It sounds hot!


Aubree Stevenson isn’t used to being ordered around, but then her efforts to bring down a dog fighting ring put her life in danger and she ends up in the protective custody of a stern, handsome former Marine.

Blake Turner is not a man to be trifled with, and he wastes no time in making it clear that Aubree will obey him or be punished. After she puts his word to the test, Aubree’s bottom is bared for a painful, embarrassing strapping, and when she continues to defy her strict captor, she quickly discovers that he is prepared to take things much further. Soon enough, she finds herself stripped naked, outfitted with a collar and tail, and eating from Blake’s hand like a well-trained pet.

To her dismay, Aubree’s arousal grows more intense with every shameful display of forced submission. But even as he masters her body and claims her in every way, Blake must keep his captive pet safe from both her enemies and her own recklessness. Will he prove up to the task?

Disclaimer: His Captive Pet contains elements of BDSM, including the discipline of adult women, along with sexually explicit scenes. If this is not to your taste, please do not buy this book.

Buy link: Amazon


“Guess it’s the hard way. I have to say, I’m not too disappointed about it.”

He lifted off her back just enough to get both hands in front of her to unbuckle the collar and slip it around her throat. She bucked and kicked and tried to wiggle her head away from him, but he had more skills in trapping her than she could have imagined.

His cock pushed against her ass through his jeans. Hard. Beyond hard.

The leather pushed against her throat, cutting off enough air to make her wiggle harder against him.

“Shhh. You can breathe, calm down.” His finger slipped between the leather and her neck. “See, you can breathe.”

She took a slow breath. Air came easily with the buckle latched.

“This shirt has to go.” Another tear, right down the middle of her back. She used the opportunity of him standing up to bolt out from under him.

His booted foot kicked her, catching her in the thigh and sending her sprawling into the dirt patch off the side of the patio. Rocks cut into her hands as she scrambled to get up, but he grabbed her hair, fisting it effortlessly and keeping her on her knees. Her shirt, torn in half down the back, hung from her arms, barely covering her naked breasts.

It only took a flick of his wrist to remove it and toss it aside. The leash snapped onto the collar while she clawed at his hands.

Pulling on the leash, he dragged her to her feet, pressing his face against hers once she stood to her full height.

“I’m not struggling with you anymore, Aubree. You will learn obedience. And your training starts now.” His lips pressed hard against hers. Possession in a kiss. She shoved at his shoulders, but even she could feel her lips soften beneath his. When his tongue trailed across her bottom lip, she opened for him.

Somewhere in the back of her mind she promised herself she’d fight him off; she’d bite him if his kiss deepened. Except when his tongue entered, caressing her own, she only moaned.

His hand still wrapped in her hair, pulled her away from him. Her breath puffed out from her lips as though she’d just run up the hill again.

“Open your mouth, Aubree,” he ordered, glaring down at her with narrowed eyes. There was no hesitancy in his expression. He gave her orders, and he expected them obeyed. She had an idea of what he planned to do; she’d seen that thing in his hand when he’d walked up to her and Devin.

Having the leash on would be hard to take, but she could manage it until he calmed down enough to see reason again. But that thing, that fucking thing was not happening.

“Obey or be punished.” His hand cupped her cheeks, squeezing until she had to spread her jaw enough to release some of the pressure.

“I won’t do it,” she said with her teeth gritted.

“You will.” A promise. Not a thread of doubt in his voice. “Because if you don’t, you’ll crawl the whole way back to the cabin. I’m letting you use your feet… for now… but if you fight me, you’ll be on your hands and knees. I don’t care how cut up you get doing it. I’ll clean you up and make you do it again.”

He would. He’d make her crawl through the rocks and grass, and he wouldn’t relent. Something darker lurked inside Blake, something that should terrify her, but instead pulled her to him. The little spark of danger she’d felt from him at the bar ignited before her.

“Open. Your. Mouth.” He squeezed her cheeks harder, and she let out several huffs of air from her nose.

A tear slipped out the corner of her eye. She fought to keep control, to not give in, but in the end, she did. She opened her mouth, sucking in a breath and watching his face relax.

“There’s a good girl.” His lips stretched into a wide smile, and he held up the damn plug so she could see it. A tail. The man held a butt plug with a silicone doggy tail attached.

He shoved the glass plug into her mouth, rolling it around on her tongue. The plug pushed further down, gagging her.

“I didn’t have time to find the lube, so let’s hope you’re wet enough for this.” He yanked the plug out of her mouth, letting her gulp in a breath of air before he pulled her back to the patio table and shoved her back over the edge.

He kicked at her calves until she spread her legs. God help her, she wasn’t even fighting him.

Rough, thick fingers slid through her sex. He chuckled. “Yep, I’d say you’re wet enough.”

She clenched hard. Useless, she knew, but she had to try. She needed to find some resemblance of her spine. She couldn’t let him go on with her giving in too easily.

More about Measha Stone:

Measha Stone is an international bestselling author of erotic romance. She’s had #1 top-selling books in BDSM, and suspense. She lives in the western suburbs of Chicago with her husband and children, who are just as creative and crazy as her. Her vanilla writing has been published in numerous literary magazines, but she’s found her passion in erotic romance.

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Protecting His Pet by Measha Stone

Measha Stone is back today with her latest book Protecting His Pet. It’s getting great reviews and selling fast. This is why:

He would protect her from the world, but who would protect her from him?


After her brother’s life of crime is brought to a sudden end, twenty-two-year-old Kara Jennings fears she may be the next target of the men who killed him. It comes as a shock, however, when she is taken captive by a mysterious man who promises to keep her safe but quickly demonstrates that he will not hesitate to punish her in any way he sees fit if she disobeys him.

Devin Stinger is certain there is something important that Kara is refusing to share with him—something related to her brother’s death—and he is fully prepared to be as firm as necessary to get her to tell him the truth, even if that means stripping her bare, spanking her hard and thoroughly, and keeping her caged like a pet.

Despite her shame at being made to kneel naked at her captor’s feet, eat from his hand, and surrender her body to him completely, Devin’s dominance leaves Kara helplessly aroused and yearning for him to master her even more thoroughly. When he brings her to the edge of an intense climax only to leave her desperate and wanting, her need for him to claim her properly compels Kara to confess the secret her brother shared with her before his death. But will that information help Devin protect his beautiful pet or will it ultimately put her in greater danger?

Publisher’s Note: Protecting His Pet includes spankings, sexual scenes, extensive pet play, elements of BDSM, and more. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

Buy link: Amazon


Without a blanket to cover her body, she stood near the cell door with goose pimples running rampant over her body. Even after the time in the cell, the spankings, the fighting, she still looked hotter than his body could ignore. Her arms were folded over her stomach, which only lifted her tits higher and made him want to tweak the hardened nubs.

 Keeping his eyes on her, he unlocked the cage and stood in the doorway. “I’m going to take you upstairs and I expect you to eat all of your lunch. I’m not going to use your leash, because I’m giving you this chance. A chance to earn back some of your privileges. Do you understand me, pet?”


He raised an eyebrow.

She visibly fought an eye-roll but answered correctly. “Yes, Sir.” Her tone lacked any actual sincerity, but it would do. For now.

“Good. Come.” He snapped his fingers and pointed to the stairs. The idea of making her crawl all the way up made his cock twitch in his pants. He’d already fucked her twice that day, and just the mental image of seeing her red, welted ass swaying in front of him while she crawled for him made him ready to do it again.

In the end, he settled for having her walk behind him. She may look docile after having taken a short nap, but he hadn’t taken a nap and he wasn’t up to chasing her down again.

He heard her intake of breath with the first step up the stairs. Her ass would be sore for a few days after the belting he’d given her. Maybe she’d manage to take note of a few things now that sitting would be a little more difficult than before.

But then again, sitting wasn’t what he had in mind when it came to get her anyway.

Once up in the kitchen, he moved to the chair at the table with the bowl of food. She shot her hand out in front of him and grasped the chair beside it, scraping the legs against the flooring as she pulled it from the table.

“Whoa. What are you doing?” he asked, covering her hands with his own.

She gave him a wary glance. “Sitting down.”

It was almost too hard to take away the hope simmering in her eyes. Almost.

“You haven’t earned any privileges yet. You’ll kneel here, at my feet, like a good pet.”

Her dark, narrowed eyes followed his pointed finger to the spot on the floor, next to his chair. To her credit, she didn’t yank her hand away or shout at him. Though he could see several retorts forming in that brain of hers. Even if he wanted her complete obedience, he still appreciated her quick wit. Life would just be too boring if she behaved robotically.

“I know you’re still pissed, but I’ve already apologized and went through the humiliating punishments. Can’t you just let me eat like a person?” The pleading was there, but so was the underlying demand. She still expected things to go her way.

“I’m not pissed anymore.” He shook his head. “You took your punishments, but you still haven’t earned the privileges back. So, you’ll kneel beside me, and I’ll feed you.” He let go of her hand, letting her take a moment to mull it over, and sure that she would cave. The woman had to be starving, and thirsty. The only way those two needs were being met was at his discretion, in his way. Because her way, her all in charge, ‘I don’t need anyone’ way didn’t work—not for her, and sure as fuck not for him.

She eyed the bowl of rice and vegetables, all but drooling from her mouth. The image that flashed in his mind of that exact thing taking place excited him. The beast was getting harder to contain, the more he imagined things like that.

Making up her mind took another long pause, but she shot him a look that suggested he go fuck himself, and stepped around him. He turned to watch as she gracefully sank to her knees beside his chair, leaning back on her heels, then quickly leaning back up. Her ass would bruise; two serious spankings in one day would do that.

Once she seemed settled and her eyes were locked on the bowl, he took his seat, facing forward, not looking down at her. Taking a spoonful of the food, he shoveled it into his mouth. He wasn’t all that hungry, the pizza he shared with Trevor earlier had tided him over, but she didn’t know that. It wasn’t the point. After another bite, and feeling her tense up beside him, he scooped some of the rice and sautéed bell pepper into his right hand and held it out to her, just below her mouth.

“What are you doing?” She eyed his hand as though he were offering her poison.

“Feeding you. Take it.” He lifted it up to her mouth.

She shoved his hand away, knocking the rice to the floor along with the peppers. He tsked his tongue.

“Shit.” She lowered her head. At least she was starting to realize when she fucked up; now if she could just do it before she got herself into trouble, they’d be making progress.

He left her kneeling there, her head hung and her eyes staring at the clump of rice on the floor. A part of him was going to enjoy the next few minutes, another part tried to get that part of him to shut up.

Retrieving the special bowl from the farthest cabinet in the kitchen, he returned to her. He scraped the rest of the lunch into it and placed it in front of her on the floor. He could all but hear the muscles in her body clench at what he’d put in front of her.

A shiny new dog bowl, complete with the word PET inscribed with black ink on the side. “No, no.” He swatted her hand away when she reached for the rice. “That’s not how pets eat. I tried the polite way, but you didn’t want it, so this is how it is. For now, at least.”

Getting to know Measha Stone:

Measha Stone is an international best seller who lives in the western suburbs of Chicago with her husband and three children. While working toward her degree in Creative Writing from Southern New Hampshire University, she wrote mostly in the thriller genre, but her heart lies in Romance. BDSM Erotic Romance is where she lives and breathes, because what’s pleasure without a little pain?  When she’s not writing, she’s reading and goofing off with her kids.

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Don’t miss these exciting titles by Measha Stone!

The Windy City Series

Hidden Heart, Book 1

(Nominated for Best Contemporary "Best of 2016" award by Spanking Romance Reviews)

Secured Heart, Book 2

Indebted Hearth, Book 3

Liberated Heart, Book 4


A Spanking Good New Year (Anthology)

Black Light: Valentine Roulette


Liberated Heart by Measha Stone

Please welcome back Measha Stone who is here today with her book Liberated Heart.

Kneeling before him, she found her freedom.

Genre: BDSM erotic romance


Erin’s life has crumbled. Not only has her fiancé run off with another woman, she realizes their entire relationship was a joke. After some soul-searching, and Googling, she jumps head first into a world that only existed in her darkest fantasies.

Bradley Sorenson has come to terms that he will never have a lasting relationship with a submissive.  After all, no woman could see to his darker needs in the playroom and continue his brand of power exchange outside of it.  But when Erin shows up at his BDSM club, looking for answers to questions he’s sure she doesn’t even understand, his resolve begins to weaken.

Bradley opens the door to this new world and escorts Erin inside, promising to show her everything she wants to see and more. But just as she begins to find contentment in her true self, she receives a letter that starts a chain of blackmail that could ultimately end her new relationship. Between the blackmail and her new self-awareness, Erin must fight the urge to creep back into the cage she’s so used to hiding in, and work to liberate her heart.

Disclaimer: This is an erotic romance. Themes include bondage and discipline – strong stuff but worth it. If such content might offend you, please do not purchase this book.

Buy links:

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She let the information sink into her mind. Slaves.  The terminology of everything she’d read over the past few days stuck with her, and she didn't think she could ever consider herself a slave. She didn’t mind the term, and she thought no less of anyone who would categorize themselves as such, but she wasn’t sure she fit in that mold. One idea that she engrained in herself over the last two weeks was that she was not the freak she’d originally believed. She was no weakling, either. No one could submit themselves onto another person's will and be weak. It took strength. And a hell of a lot of trust. 

“That might be interesting to see.” She nodded. Very interesting, especially if the play were to all be in the public viewing area, she’d be able to see what she wanted to see without having to get too involved with anyone.  She just needed to get the membership approved as quickly as possible.   “Do you think I’ll be able to get my membership in order by then?”

“I wasn't telling you about the auction because I want you to view it.” He folded his hands in front of himself, where she could see the obvious bulge in his jeans. Had their short interaction been as intoxicating to him as it was to her?  “I told you about the auction because if after I’ve finished with you here, you decide you’d like that distraction- that rebound- the auction is as good a place as any to get on with it.  But understand, that if you come to the auction. If your pretty ass is standing on the auction block. I will buy you. I will own you.”



A woman given up on love, second guesses her solitary life when meeting a man who won’t take no for an answer and opens her eyes to an entire world of pleasure she didn’t know existed before him.


A headstrong, fiery woman seeks to fulfill her fantasies in all the wrong places, and it’s up to the security expert to tame her, and keep her safe.


An independent woman, moves to Chicago to find a new start for her life, but finds those from the past aren’t always best to leave behind. A laid back, yet protective dominant steps in as her hopes for the future begin to unravel.

More about Measha Stone

Measha Stone lives in the western suburbs of Chicago with her husband and their children. She is a member of Romance Writers of America, and graduated Summa Cum Laude with a degree in Creative Writing from Southern New Hampshire University. Her vanilla writing has been published in the online magazine efiction and the DuPage Writers Group annual journal Possibilities. When she’s not writing, she’s reading and spending time with her kids- who are just as creative and crazy as her.

Connect with Measha Stone on social media:


Twitter:  @measha_stone



Question and answer with Measha Stone:

What are your ambitions for your writing career?

Every author has a different idea of what success looks like to them. For me, having readers look forward to my upcoming releases is success. I want to succeed in producing a world where my readers can lose themselves and fall in love with my characters. If I can do that, I’m successful.

What have you written?

I’ve written short stories that are completely non erotic and not romantic in the least.  Those are mostly short thriller type stories.  As for romance I’ve written 5 BDSM romances, a collection of flash fiction and short stories, and am working on my 6th novel.

Give us an insight into your main character. What does he/she do that is so special?

Erin has so much hidden strength that even she can barely see it.  But it’s this strength that she has to tap into in order to reinvent herself in the world she wants to live in.  And Bradley is just so damn firm in his resolve to get her out of her shell he takes my breath away.

Do you have a special time to write or how is your day structured?

I write during my lunch at work and in the evenings when at all possible.

Do you aim for a set amount of words/pages per day?

My daily goal is 1,000 words if I’m only able to get work done during lunch and 2,000 if I get the night time hours too

Do you ever get writer’s block?

Sometimes, but I try not to let that stop me. One of the most valuable exercises I learned in college was the stream of consciousness writing.  You just sit down and write, doesn’t have to make sense or even form into anything more than ramblings, but just write. So when I have trouble coming up with something, I’ll do that and usually the first few minutes are just me spewing garbage, but then something forms that is usable.

Do you let the book stew – leave it for a month and then come back to it to edit? 

I do let it stew for a bit before a full edit. Fresh eyes see better.

What advice would you give to your younger self? 

I know you think you can’t, but do it anyway. I stopped writing for too many years because I was afraid I’d never be as good as Julie Garwood or Amanda Quick- my favorite romance writers at the time.  And I’m not still not as good as them, and probably never will be, but I don’t let that stop me anymore. And if I could go back, I’d slap my younger self upside the head and tell her to keep writing.


Indebted Heart by Measha Stone

Please welcome Measha Stone to my blog. I hope you will stick around to get to know Measha better with the author interview at the end of this blog post.

A little bit about her: Measha lives in Chicago with her husband and children. A member of Romance Writers of America, Measha graduated Summa Cum Laude with a degree in Creative Writing from Southern New Hampshire University. Her vanilla writing has been published in the online magazine efiction and the DuPage Writers Group annual journal Possibilities. When she’s not writing, she’s reading and spending time with her kids – who are just as creative and crazy as she is.

Today we are looking at Measha’s novel Indebted Heart Windy City Book 3 from Blushing Books.

She works so hard to earn a place in the world, but all he wants is for her to find a place in his heart.

Genre: BDSM

Blurb: Alyssa Sanders has taken care of herself since she was too young to do so. But she’s all grown up and ready to get her life on the right track.  She heads to Chicago with her life savings and a few prospects. She expects to get a job, find an apartment and get on her way of settling down. What she doesn’t expect is to find her new boss not only severely attractive and Dominant, but the son of an old friend.

Alex Trebelli would do anything for his father, so when he’s asked to escort an old friend’s daughter to dinner he doesn’t hesitate to agree. Except the daughter isn’t the small town young woman his father described. She’s all grown up, full of beauty and curves, and a submissive nature that draws out his dominant side.

When Alex explains he won’t be her friend, he can’t just be her friend, he wants more, he wants to be her dominant, her boyfriend, she has to decide if she’s going to take the leap. She’s never been good at a full time D/s relationship, but Alex makes her feel safe and secure. She finds him easy to be with, even when he’s being overprotective and bossy.

Can she manage to put aside her fears of failure, and self-doubt and give them a real chance, or will she chose the safer route and keep clear of his sexy smile, and dominant ways?


"Seven." Alyssa croaked out. The bite of his scratches distracted her from the fire of his belt but only for a moment.

"Seven it is. Seven lashes then the belting will be over. No, don't pout." Was he laughing? "Once the belting is done, the fucking can begin," he promised her. She took several deep breaths. She felt his presence, could hear his words, but everything appeared further away. A buzzing sensation took over her mind and her body, a pleasant hum that drowned out the loud noise in her head.

The first lash struck, and she stumbled forward a step from the force of it. She jumped right back into place and bent forward a bit to push her ass out and steady her stance. "Nice," he said approvingly and the second blow crossed her ass and a groan escaped her. From the pleasure or the pain, she couldn't tell. It all mingled so well together she couldn't pinpoint where one began and the other stopped. The third and fourth lash came quickly, giving her no time to register the burn of the leather. "Your ass is so red, so brilliantly hot." He sounded out of breath as the fifth and sixth strike of the belt met the curve of her ass. She sucked in her breath at the sharp sting and moved up to her tip toes. "Back down, baby. One more." He waited until she was planted on her feet again.

She squeezed her eyes shut, both anticipating and dreading the last feel of the leather. Her mind reeled and her body hummed, it would all be over after one more lash. She didn't want it to end, but she trusted that he knew when to continue and when to stop. The snap of the leather echoed in the small hotel room before she felt the effect of the harshest lash yet. She cried out and stumbled forward, letting go of her hands she caught herself on the window ledge and took gulping breaths.

His hands were on her, rubbing her ass and her back while she focused on her breathing. "It's okay, baby. I got you." He helped her to stand and wrapped his arm around her. When had he taken his shirt off? She nuzzled into his bare chest, feeling safe in the warmth of his skin. He stroked her back and placed kisses to her head until her breathing calmed and her mind settled back into the present reality. Pulling back, she smiled up at him. His concerned look washed away with his own grin. "There you are." He brushed a lock of hair from her eyes.

"I believe I was promised a fucking?" She reminded him breathlessly, reaching up to kiss his lips. Her lips may have initiated the contact, but it was he who controlled it. His hands snaked into her hair, holding her firmly in place while his tongue demanded entrance. Every nerve fiber in her body exploded into action with his hot kiss. Her lips swollen and face flushed while he gazed down at her with fervor.

"Yes, you were." He kissed the tip of her nose. "But I have something else in mind first." Without any preamble his fingers were on her nipples pinching. She grimaced and squealed at the onset of the piercing sensation. "Good girl." He kissed her mouth tentatively and increased the pressure on her nipples. He released her, bending lower to take one breast into his mouth and soothe the burn he'd caused. His wet tongue lapped over the taut peak. Her legs felt wobbly, and the lust he ignited in her threw her off balance. She gripped his shoulders while he moved to the other breast again capturing it in his mouth and using the heat of his tongue to send her into another frenzy of erotic longing.

"Alex." She pleaded and he responded by nipping her with his teeth. "Alex!" She groaned, and he chuckled. "Please."

"Ah, there's the magic word." He made quick work of sweeping her up in his arms and carrying her the few steps to the king sized bed where he deposited her. She leaned up on her elbows watching him as he unbuttoned his slacks and dropped them to the floor, his boxers with them. She drank in his hard body with such desire she had to remind herself not to fling herself from the bed and tackle him to the ground.

Buy links:

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A woman given up on love, second guesses her solitary life when meeting a man who won’t take no for an answer and opens her eyes to an entire world of pleasure she didn’t know existed before him.


A headstrong, fiery woman seeks to fulfill her fantasies in all the wrong places, and it’s up to the security expert to tame her, and keep her safe.


Connect with Measha Stone on social media:


Twitter:  @measha_stone




Author interview – questions & answers with Measha Stone.

So first, of course, the obvious question. How did you become a writer?

I’ve been doing it since I was a little kid. I didn’t really think anything of it until my mom pointed it out to me much later.  In Junior High we had to write a short story for the open house, and all the other kid’s stories were one page, a few paragraphs, mine was the only one that took two pages and had dialogue and everything. She knew then I was going to be a writer. When she told me that story, I figured, hey, she’s right!  Silly, that I needed someone else to say it in order for me to know it, but writing stories was just something I did for fun, to entertain myself.

Are you working on a new book right now?

Yes. I’m working on a dark erotic romance. My first ever, and it’s terrifying to write because it pulls me out of my comfort zone of completely consensual spankings, and sexual encounters. On the other hand, it’s completely hot and exciting, so it’s a daily roller coaster ride.

How much of the book is realistic?

Hopefully, all of it.  With this series, I tried to convey as true of a BDSM relationship as I could.  People make mistakes, egos get in the way, and being in a BDSM relationship doesn’t change that- but how those issues are worked out is what’s different. There’s a lot of love and trust that goes into a BDSM relationship, and I wanted to convey that with this series. It’s not all red rooms and tainted pasts.

What book are you reading now?

I’m reading 3 books right now.  Seven Nights to Surrender by Jeannete Grey. The Truth about Him by M. O’Keefe and Taming Texanna by Alyssa Bailey.

Name one entity that you feel supported you outside of family members.  

Blushing Authors have been a huge help, especially with this release. Everyone is so helpful and genuine. It’s been a great experience and hopefully the first of many.

What do you like to do when you’re not writing?

I still have a day job, but in the off hours, if I’m not writing, or thinking about writing, I’m usually curled up with a book. If my kids happen to actually be home instead of off playing with friends, we’ll spend time together watching old sitcoms on Netflix, or having a family game night.

Does Prince Charming exist?

Yes! Everyone’s version of what he looks like is different, but he’s out there.  For some, he’s an Alpha male that won’t give an inch and is unreasonably strict, to other’s he writes poetry and sings her sonnets- and anything in between. I lean toward the relentless Alpha myself, and have been lucky in that department.

Which body part would you choose to get a tattoo done?

I celebrated my first book with Blushing Books by getting a tattoo of a heart on my right wrist.  I’m planning to get two more, another heart design on my ankle, and one on the top of my foot the words “Happily Ever After”.

The furthest I have traveled was to: Germany.

My husband was in the Army when we married and was stationed in Darmstadt, Germany. It was a great time, even though I was far away from family and friends. I was sad to hear the base has been shut down since then.

Do you like your handwriting?

Absolutely not!  My father always called it chicken scratch, and I have to agree. It’s horrible. I have a love/hate feeling when someone asks me to sign their book, because it’s just so bad.