Saturday 17 March 2018

Curious About A Spanking - Tessa Plays A Dangerous Game #satspanks #romanticexcerpt #westernromance



 A Done Deal is Tessa and Chance's love story.  Tessa has just moved to town to start a new business and Chance is the local rancher who falls for her. Tessa and Chance have just returned from the weekend at the Williams family cookout to discover Tessa's door unlocked.  Tessa knows she locked her door and that this must be the work of her prowlers. Not wanting to come clean over the prowlers to Chance that night, she lets him believe she left it unlocked.  Curious as to how Chance might discipline her for an offence like this, Tessa consciously baits him by telling him "It's no big deal."  Chance's response to her flippancy leaves her in no doubt that it is a very big deal indeed and that baiting him is a dangerous game.  But when Tessa recognizes his genuine concern, she feels guilty for worrying him and quickly does her best to reassure him.

    “Didn’t I tell you to always lock up, since that very first night?” 
    He stared at her full on, the look on his face making it clear he expected an answer. Tessa opened her mouth, but no sound emerged - her throat was dry. Swallowing, she was finally able to blurt out, “Yes. I usually always do - don’t worry, Chance, I’ll be more careful, I promise.”

    It was the right thing to say. Sensing her genuine remorse, he relaxed. Letting out a long breath, he ran both his hands back through his hair in an easier motion, “Okay.” He gave her a strict stare, “Good thing you changed your tune, babe, otherwise you’d be across my knee right now for some serious attitude adjustment and believe me, I’d not be so gentle, this time.”

Tessa doesn't feel guilty for long as you can read in the extended extract below the links list

Blurb

"Way I see it, you and me... we're a done deal."

Chance Williams determination is more than Tessa Anderson bargains for when she moves to Hope Junction, Wyoming. Sure, she's attracted to the tall handsome rancher, but she's thinking just some romance and a bit of sexy fun. She isn't looking to fall in love.  She's especially not looking to fall in love with a man who has ideas as old fashioned as Chance's.  Ideas that include a protective streak a mile long. Not to mention a firm hand he's not afraid to use. And, oh yeah - a ring on her finger.

Tessa's firmly fixed on launching her new herb and seed business. The little bungalow she rents from Chance is perfect for her new venture. When an unexplained fire and strange goings on at the property start to threaten her success and maybe even her safety, Tessa has to come to terms with her wayward desires and her hesitant heart.

She might just have to accept that Chance is right about them.

They're a done deal.



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Extended Extract


    “Everything looks okay. The door doesn’t seem to show signs of being forced. Are you sure you locked it?” 
    He didn’t give her time to answer before heading her toward her bedroom. Encouraging her through the open door, he told her, “Go on in and have a look around. I’ve had a good look from the door, but I want you to check more thoroughly in there. I’ve checked out all the other rooms.”
    She felt his breath at her ear. “Didn’t want to snoop in your bedroom without you there, babe.”
    Mollified at his discretion despite his presence in her bed the three nights before, she looked around, relieved to see nothing seemed disturbed. She let out a long breath. Time to put her plan into action. Let him think she left the door unlocked. Walking back out, she shook her head, looking at him in reassurance.
    “Looks fine.” She shrugged, sweeping past him offhandedly. “Like you said, the door’s not forced, so I guess I must’ve forgotten to lock it.” Halfway down the hallway, she threw casually over her shoulder, “No big deal.”
    “No big deal!” All in all, his voice was more restrained than she expected, even if it did seem to rattle every window in her little bungalow.
    “No. Big. Deal. Therese Marie, did I hear you right?”
    Tessa bit her lip and didn’t look back at him. Her heart was pounding, marveling at her audacity. She knew she was playing a dangerous game, but she couldn’t help herself. Shrugging again as she walked down the hall to the kitchen, she deliberately ignored his question. “You want some tea?”
    “No, I do not want some fucking tea!” Chance caught up with her in two strides. Taking her by the elbow, he marched her into the lounge, twirling her around swiftly to face his furious olive stare. “Explain yourself, woman.”
    Tessa gulped. Shit, he was really mad, madder than she thought he could get. He never swore and his eyes were blazing green fire. Suddenly this was no longer a game. It hit Tessa that pissing off her tall, strong, alpha-male boyfriend who believed in spanking his woman hard when she misbehaved, whether she liked it or not, was far from smart. Worrying her lip, she tried to reason with him. “I guess I forgot to lock up. But seriously, Chance, you said yourself there’s never been a burglary around here. So I don’t understand why you’re so worried.”
    He was in no mood to be reasoned with. His stance grew rigid and his eyes blazed even more, his face taking on a stern anger that was very scary. It’d be hot if she wasn’t so afraid of the hiding she was pretty sure she had coming. The curious urges she had back at the cookout disappeared in the face of the reality of his wrath. He wasn’t mad at all the one time he spanked her, just good-naturedly determined. Yet it had hurt. A lot. What would a spanking from him feel like when he was this furious?
    “I don’t give a damn how safe it might seem! There’s a first time for everything and that one time is all it takes for you to be in danger. I’ve a hard enough time coping with you living here alone without having to worry about you failing to take your safety seriously.” Taking off his Stetson, he threw it on the side table in a manner that indicated his mood. Running his hand through his thick, dark hair, he took a deep breath and looked away.
    Tessa’s heart melted. He never said a word about that before. His unguarded comment revealed he worried about her here alone, yet his never mentioning it showed he was making a clear effort to respect her right to do so. Tessa felt like a rotten little shit for playing around with his fears.     She felt especially guilty she was misleading him when she might actually be in danger. Only she couldn’t come clean now. Not when he was this mad. Maybe not ever. If he was this mad because she was flippant about locking her door, she was truly dreading his reaction when he discovered her subterfuge over the past weeks.
    He continued to look away for what seemed an interminable time, but was probably only a minute or two. When he turned back, he was less scary. He must have spent the time getting a grip on his temper, as his voice was more controlled. “Didn’t I tell you to always lock up? Since that very first night?”
    He stared at her, the look on his face making it clear he expected an answer. Tessa opened her mouth, but no sound emerged. Her throat was dry. Swallowing, she was finally able to blurt out,     “Yes. I usually always do. Don’t worry, Chance. I’ll be more careful, I promise.”
    It was the right thing to say. Sensing her genuine remorse, he relaxed. Letting out a long breath, he ran both his hands back through his hair in an easier motion.
    “Okay.” He gave her a strict stare. “Good thing you changed your tune, babe. Otherwise you’d be across my knee right now for some serious attitude adjustment. And believe me, I’d not be so gentle, this time.”
    Sitting on the arm of the couch, he pulled her into his arms, perching her on his knee, his voice now sexily growly rather than angry. “Which would be a damn shame considering what I have in mind,” he told her before grabbing her buttocks and pulling her into his body for a sizzling kiss. Holding her tight, his breath ragged, he snuggled her into him, murmuring in her ear. “Sure would’ve been a pity to miss out on what I’ve planned just because you needed this sweet little ass of yours well whipped.”
    Looking back on it later, Tessa was never quite sure exactly what set her off. There were so many factors. The speculation and confused feelings brought on by the other women’s talk? His exciting, forceful roughness with her in the backseat of his truck? The seesaw of emotions between pent-up anger and anticipation during the drive back? The door unlocked and her silly little game-playing that his anger and show of vulnerability brought to a swift halt? The worry and guilt these past weeks over the incidents on the property, along with her ambivalence over either hiding them or confessing to him? Or was it his quick change of mood and unequivocal declaration that the evening would turn out as he planned? That she would either get a hot ass or a hot fuck depending on his decree?
    Whatever the reason, Tessa saw red. Pushing out of his arms, she put a distance between them, giving voice to her angry, mixed-up feelings.
    “Oh, right! So I either get a whipping or a fucking, but not both. Is that it, boss?” She threw this at him sarcastically, ridiculing the title she knew his men used respectfully. Taking a perverse satisfaction in his shocked look, she walked away from him to the front door that was off the lounge. Dismissing the fact that his truck was out back, she opened it with a dramatic flourish, demonstrating that she was kicking him out. “Well, how about neither? Goodnight. And don’t worry. I’ll make sure I lock the door after you take your plans and your sorry ass through it.”
    Tessa wasn’t quite sure what she expected from him, but a quiet smile after the first initial shock left his features was not it. She watched in frustration as he leaned back against the leather of the couch with a slow, easy folding of his arms across his chest. His failure to react as she expected made her even madder.    
“I said goodnight, Chance.” She stood up straighter and held the door wider.
    His smile deepened and he nodded, answering her with his easy drawl. “I heard you.”
    “Right! So?” She looked at him pointedly.
    He leaned back even more, but his voice was quietly firm. “Close the door, Therese Marie.”
    “Fuck you.”
    From a shocked distance, Tessa wondered who was this stupid woman invading her body and shooting off her mouth, but she was powerless to stop her. What was the matter with her? If she kept this up, she might never sit again or even worse, he might actually leave.

* * *

    Chance looked across the room at his furious girlfriend, who was making a good show of trying to throw him out of his own property. A girlfriend he’d hoped would be his fiancĂ©e before the night was over. Considering her current mood, Chance admitted he might’ve over judged that result. Things didn’t seem to be heading that way. Looked like instead of proposing and making love to her, he needed to get to the bottom of things. Literally.
    Despite his outward calm, he was torn between the fierce desire to spank her senseless or fuck her equally as senseless. Hell, who was he kidding, he wanted to do both. He would at any other time after they were engaged, but it was hardly an appropriate accompaniment to his proposal. Frustrated at the turn of events, he told her exactly what she was risking.
    “Keep this up and you just might get both. You trying to push me into giving you a whipping and punishment sex for our first time? That what you want, babe? It’s not my preference, but I’d hate to disappoint you.”
    “Screw your preferences. I heard enough about them from your sisters-in-law. Get the fuck out.” She pulled the door open in a fit of anger that made it bounce off the wall so it almost hit her.
    He sat up and gave her one of his penetrating stares, vaguely registering the comments about his sisters-in-law, focusing on calming her down instead. “Alright, Tessa, that’s enough. Be careful. You’ll hurt yourself at this rate. I’ll overlook your cussing seeing as how I was remiss myself, earlier, but no more. Understand?”
    He shifted on the arm of the couch, deliberately not standing. Tessa felt threatened right now. He might not know what the hell had got into her, but he knew that much. Dwarfing her with his height would not be a good move. He had to make her feel secure. Then he would be able to mete out the discipline she was indirectly demanding.
    Tessa looked at him belligerently, but conceded him the point. “Fine.” She crossed her arms and lifted her chin mutinously. “But I still want you to leave,” she insisted unconvincingly, her change in tone indicating her burst of temper had dissipated some of her anger.
    “Don’t add fibbing to your sins, missy.” He lifted an eyebrow and stared her down, letting her know he knew damn well she’d be upset if he left. She met his eye, unrepentant.
    “Stop treating me like a naughty child. Your brothers’ wives might put up with it, but I’m with Janey in this. It’s the twenty-first century; I don’t have to give in to your whims and decrees just because you and all your family have a kink.”
    Dammit, so that’s what she meant about his sisters-in-law. Janey really was a brat, winding Tessa up. He refrained from telling her that her tone and stance made her seem exactly like a naughty child. Chance knew when not to shoot his mouth off.
    “That’s why you were quiet at the fire pit. Was it just Janey or did Cally get her two cents’ worth in as well?”
    He nodded at the look that crossed her face confirming his suspicion. Ty and Wes were both going to be exercising their right arm tomorrow once he let them know what their women had been up to.
    “I know Steph and Suzy would never confuse you this way. Did you at least listen to what they had to say? It’s not a kink, Tessa. It’s a tried and true tradition.”
    “It’s abuse!”
    Chance fought his immediate rush of anger, clamping down on the irate, dismissive rejoinder he wanted to throw at her. Tessa was panicking, tussling with her feminist scruples. No matter how much he was insulted by them, they were valid concerns. He had to meet them head on.
    He lowered his voice, trying to keep it firm but tender. “You really feel that way, babe? Look at me, Tessa. Think about this real careful. If you can look me straight in the eye and tell me that’s how you really feel, then I’ll respect that.” He was quiet for a while, letting what he said sink in. She looked at him and then looked away and he let go of his breath, hardly aware he’d been holding it in. “I love you, Therese Marie. I’d never want to do anything to you that made you feel abused.”
    She dropped her arms, some of the tension leaving her body. “Alright, fine. I admit I didn’t feel abused.”
    Chance’s own tension lessened at her all-important admission, but his relief was halted when he saw frustrated confusion spread across her features.
    Her voice was equally confused. “But I should! Why didn’t I? It hurt! It was humiliating! And… and…” she flounced and threw herself on the couch beside him, “…it turned me on… and… it… excited me.”
    Elation filled Chance. She was perfect! She might be struggling with her confused reactions but ultimately she desired his discipline. It was all he could do not to take her in his arms, but he knew he had to let her be to work through her feelings.
     “I just don’t get it. I’m afraid of it, but it thrilled me that you’re strong enough to do it. At least it did until all that talk came up with the women at the cookout. Now I’m just confused and mad at you. And I don’t know why. Except I’m worried Cally was right and you’re biding your time to punish me for the fire. Are you?” She turned to look at him at this, but rushed on without giving him a chance to answer. “And this is my home. I pay rent. I don’t need you to unlock my own door for me. I should be able to leave it unlocked if I feel like it!”
    Chance reached over and massaged her shoulders until he felt some more of the tightness leave her. His initial urge to take her in his arms wasn’t what she needed. They needed more than that to clear the air. She needed him to address her behavior. To reassure her that he would give her the discipline she craved. Help her come to terms with the disciplinary dynamic between them.     Placing his hands at his belt, he undid it and pulled it through the loops. Unclasping the large buckle, he put it on the small table to the side of the couch. The click of it got Tessa’s attention and she turned, her eyes widening when she saw him doubling his belt.
    “Chance?” She shimmied away from him across the couch, shaking her head.
    “Reckon you need that attitude adjustment after all, babe." 






                                                                     


Monday 21 August 2017

HER KEEPER 2 - Resisting Her Jailer!

Hi All
Welcome to my first posting for quite some time! My excerpt to day is from my e-serial Her Keeper 2. I'm actually tweaking the whole second series. I've pulled it from Amazon until I've finished the next episode. It's coming along gradually. In this excerpt, Sara is coming to terms with being court ordered into Rick's custody. A big thank you to my beta readers for suggestions.



  SARA


I bang and stomp miserably around the bedroom. The memory of the moment Judge Matthews’ gavel crashed down on my freedom churns inside me. Close to tears, I vent my fury on Rick’s designer furniture. I’m glad that I’m wearing boots, considering how often I kick the solid oak bedstead while making it up.
My stomping soon becomes aimless. I’ve pretty much exhausted all I can do in the room. My stomach growls and I wonder how I can satisfy it without accepting food from Rick. I ease open the door and take a stealthy look out. There’s no sight of him. The distant, muffled sound of his voice eases towards me. The direction of the sound tells me he’s out on the deck. It sounds like he’s on the phone. I can only make out a few words here and there. The words ‘Mom’ and ‘pissed at me’ float towards me through the open glass door.
I let out a slow breath when the weariness in his voice gets to me even through the muffled sounds. Their might even be contrition in his tone. I imagine his mom’s solid common sense comments on the other end of the conversation. Mara Andrews has always favoured me. I know she’s taken Rick to task over his treatment of me more than once. The idea that she might be supporting me now almost makes me feel better.
My stomach grumbles some more. Maybe I should eat with him. It’s not like I have to be nice to him. The image of me sitting with him sharing a meal in dignified, silent reproach while he squirms in abject contrition starts to appeal. A step towards using that power Lisa was talking about. I’m just about to make my way out to the deck when his cell rings again. I recognize Luke’s ringtone.
I’m closer now and his words are clearer. Through the glass door I can see the rain has stopped and the last rays of the autumn sun have dried the deck and no doubt the sand in front of it. An evening barbeque is growing more and more appealing. Rick’s first words to Luke make me feel even better. His rueful, “What do you think?” definitely sounds a bit tortured. At least he’s suffering for his crimes. I stop as he pauses to listen to Luke. Might as well let him finish the conversation. I don’t even feel guilty about eavesdropping. Not after his betrayal. His next words make me wish I’d been more scrupulous.
The hell she will, but she’ll learn to put up with it…’
Gasping, I turn and head back to the bedroom before he finishes his sentence. I don’t want to hear any more. The arrogant, heartless bastard!! How dare he! I stomp back in. I just manage not to slam the door and sit furiously on the bed consumed with angry misery. I yelp and wince loudly as the mattress reminds me of our time in the interrogation room. I shift and groan. The desire to rotate and push into the pleasure pain of my glowing, welted ass and the memory of the pulse of the dual penetration of the plug and him hard inside me is unbearable. I’m swept away by the hotness of that memory. I want nothing more than to open the zipper of my jeans and slip my hands into my panties to massage my throbbing clit and plunge my fingers into my wet channel.
No way! Not after what I just heard. I thrust my clenched fists into the bed, then twist the comforter in my hands. Resist! I have to resist this feeling as much as I have to resist my more tender feelings for Rick or better yet Detective Prick as Lisa likes to call him. Lisa’s features and tone of voice flash into my mind at that thought and I’m overtaken by spontaneous laughter. The laughter bubbles up and consumes me and I know I’m verging on hysteria. I indulge it. The release feels good. I lie back onto the bed and give way to gusts of laughter. Before I know it, I‘m bawling my eyes out. Deep sobs come in gulps.
“Sara?”
Rick’s urgent inquiry sounds through the door. I can tell he’s hovering on the other side of it, weighing up whether he should respect the line I’ve drawn or come in. I know if I don’t answer him he’ll cross that line. That’s just who he is.
“Go away!” I yell through hiccups and sniffs. Yeah right! Even I’m not convinced I want him to leave.
Rick doesn’t fall for it either. Through my tears I feel his solid, warm body beside me on the bed and then I’m in his arms. I struggle against him, thrashing backwards and forwards in his hold. His hold tightens. I manage to break away a little, kicking against him. I pound his chest, again and again, desperate to fight the overwhelming desire to sink into his embrace. To surrender.
“Stop it, Sara. Let me hold you. Let me take care of you.” His voice is an urgent whisper. 
It stills me, calming my urge to fight. Until the moment in the courtroom and the clutch of my gut at the proclamation of the sentence hits me again. Trusting him has got me nowhere except court ordered into his custody. My stillness has encouraged him to relax his hold and I’m able to pull away and look at him. I struggle to ignore the melting concern in his mocha gaze and stare at him accusingly, my voice scathing. 
“Yeah, right! Like you took care of me at the court house? Like you vacated the warrant? Sure. Why not? That worked out just fine.”
Guilt flashes across his face. His eyes wince at the sarcasm in my tone. His hold lessens even more at the green fire of rebuke I flash at him. I escape from his embrace and we both sit up. I fight the urge to relent at his loss of face. Instead, I feed my satisfaction. It doesn’t feel as satisfying as you’d think. I’m beginning to realize that the surety of Rick Andrew’s always being right is one of the necessities of my life.
That’s what angers and upsets me the most. How dare he fail to be perfect! I need him to piss me off with his justified challenges. To always know, argue and do what’s best for me. I may have stubbornly held a grudge for eight years, but deep down, despite the objections I voiced to Lisa, I never truly doubted that it was my own recklessness that earned me that trip across his knee.
Just like all the other times over the years when we kept butting heads. I knew his advice was sound and that I should listen more. Every time I went up against him it was because I longed for him to rein me in, to step up and take me in hand. When he finally did, my surrender felt like coming home. Liberating. But there’s no way I can justify his going along with Judge Matthews sentence.
No. All I can do is hate him because now he’s squarely in the wrong. I swallow. My mouth tastes bitter and my stomach churns at this new stark reality. A world where the love of my life can screw up indefensibly.
Unbearable.
I fight to keep my feelings from showing, but I suspect my despondency creeps through enough to be visible. I’m sure of it when the guilt on his face disappears and concern melts him again. He reaches for me. A river of his tenderness flows towards me. Hell no! I need to avoid that. I pull further away from him and jump up from the bed, my fists clenched.
“Go to hell, asshole! You really think you can romance your way out of this? Act like you delivered on your promise. Like fuck! You delivered exactly what you threatened in Ginny’s. Even when I followed your stupid orders. Don’t even think of touching me, you jackass!!”
Anger flares in his eyes for a moment and then the determined look I’m used to seeing strengthens his handsome features. He stands up, dwarfing me. I feel his power pulsing against my body before he moves back to give me the space I demand. I can feel my control slip even further in contrast to his measured actions.
He folds his arms and fixes me with his clear, chocolate gaze. His voice is solid, unwavering. “It might not have turned out the way we planned with Lisa earlier, but you were still only sentenced under a bylaw. Your offence stays in this town and disappears at the end of the year served. Your record’s clean and you’re not in jail. So! Yeah! I delivered! Just as I promised.”
I snort inelegantly, effectively expressing my disdain at his claims
He straightens, his arms dropping to his sides. His fists clench, mirroring mine. His face and voice take on a stern fury that doesn’t bode well for my ability to sit. “And I promise I’ll deliver a hellava a lot more if you keep up this attitude, little girl!”
I’m too incensed to heed his warning. Or maybe I want to push. Hell, maybe this is what I’m pushing for. A flash of triumph rages through me. Victory at arousing the tiger in him prompts me to push him even further. This is what excites me about our bouts. The freedom to give vent to my unrestrained anger banishes my fears and even my misery. My heart pounds as I stare into the furious face of the man I love. The fierce passion in these moments binds us together as irrevocably as our lovemaking.
“Don’t you dare threaten me. You’ve no right over me after your betrayal in court. My record may be clean, but you really think this won’t have an effect on my reputation! I struggle enough to gain respect in this town. You think any of that will survive my sentence? Ordered into your custody as a wayward woman under a colonial bylaw! I’m going to be a laughing stock! Just when I’m going back into private practice. Lisa unearthed that bylaw to protect me and you male chauvinist jerks used it for just the opposite! And you bet I’m in jail! With a lying, two faced fucker as my jailer!”

To be continued...

If you haven't read Rick and Sara's love story the first book with HFN ending is available as episodes or a complete book.


                                                                     


Saturday 4 March 2017

HIS By Design On Sale! $0.99! #sale




Hi Guys,
My post today is from HIS By Design. My teaser today joins the story when Julian is fighting his feelings for Claire, but some nights he just can't help surrendering to forbidden fantasies...

He would slowly undress her, leaving her hair to the last, taking the pins out one by one.  He could almost feel its silkiness falling around them both, see the golden waves spilling across his pillow, hear her voice heavy with desire as his name flowed tremulously from her lips, swollen and throbbing with his kisses. 
Those nights he held her in his embrace, her naked softness pliant and arching in his arms; her full breasts crushed against his chest by his unyielding possession of her.  He even went so far as to imagine her sweet ass at his mercy.  Fully available to the cadence of his palm as it brought a beautiful blush to her vulnerable, pale flesh.
Those nights he put away from him. Kept them separate from reality and the simple workings of the plan he’d so carefully designed.

Blurb

The year a mutual friend introduces Julian West to Claire Fitzpatrick it's the start of an enduring friendship. A friendship where both comfortably forget the sizzling attraction that flared between them when they first met. Now, six years on, that attraction has re-emerged and Julian and Claire discover that the compatibility they share as best friends is echoed in their romantic preferences.
As their romance blossoms, neither of them is prepared for the deep love they each come to feel, but are unsure the other shares. When they are finally faced with the release of overwhelming emotions Julian has spent years repressing, the couple must decide if they will go their separate ways or if theirs will be a love designed to last. 

HIS By Design features a hot alpha male, an independent woman and a determined ex-lover, all wrapped up in an exploration of grief, fear and the ultimate power of a love that has been brewing for years!



Its on a Kindle Countdown Deal from March 5 -12 starting at $0.99 working its way back up to full price by the 12 March. Its only at $0.99 until 7th March, 13:00 PST so don't miss it! 

                                                    

Wednesday 18 January 2017

Made it! Her Keeper #1 in Bestsellers at Blushing Books #blushingbooks #bestseller #excerptromance #spankingromance


Made it! Her Keeper #1 in Bestsellers at Blushing Books. Thank you and big BIG hugs to all my wonderful readers who make that possible! Still 40% off! Fantastic to make that #1 Spot! Hoping to see some reviews soon.



        
                                             

Didn't make it in time for satspanks but here's an short excerpt anyway! Sara is telling her best friend Lisa about the incident in college that has made her hold a grudge against Rick.

“Oh, Sara! No wonder he did what he did. Don’t you know anything about men, never mind young, hormonal men? You challenged him in front of his frat buddies about his car!”
“Fine! I get that he acted on impulse. The frat herd mentality even, but he’s never apologized.”
“Maybe he doesn’t feel like apologizing. Maybe he feels you deserved it. Have you ever considered that maybe you did? That’s one fine car you messed with. And it's not a ding, BTW, it's a definite dent!”
“I can’t believe you just said that. How could I deserve it? He beat me, Lisa.”
“Stop being so dramatic. He spanked your drunk, sassy, little ass. He did not assault you. Jeez, spanking is rife at those parties. They have frat paddles for fuck’s sake! You’re lucky he didn’t use one.”
“Someone handed him one. He turned it down.”
“See, you were lucky. He let you off easy.” She looks across the distance between our two properties at the two men standing on the dock. She gives a low, appreciative growl. “That is one gorgeous man. If you don’t want him, be prepared to move over, girlfriend. He can spank my ass, any day.”

         










Monday 16 January 2017

Only One Spot Away!! Her Keeper #2 in Bestsellers #blushingbooks #bestsellers #romance


Almost There! Her Keeper #2 in Bestsellers at Blushing Books. Thank you and big hugs to all my wonderful readers who make that possible! Still 40% off! Love to make that #1 Spot! How about some reviews guys!




        
                                             

Didn't make it in time for satspanks but here's an short excerpt anyway! Sara is telling her best friend Lisa about the incident in college that has made her hold a grudge against Rick.

“Oh, Sara! No wonder he did what he did. Don’t you know anything about men, never mind young, hormonal men? You challenged him in front of his frat buddies about his car!”
“Fine! I get that he acted on impulse. The frat herd mentality even, but he’s never apologized.”
“Maybe he doesn’t feel like apologizing. Maybe he feels you deserved it. Have you ever considered that maybe you did? That’s one fine car you messed with. And it's not a ding, BTW, it's a definite dent!”
“I can’t believe you just said that. How could I deserve it? He beat me, Lisa.”
“Stop being so dramatic. He spanked your drunk, sassy, little ass. He did not assault you. Jeez, spanking is rife at those parties. They have frat paddles for fuck’s sake! You’re lucky he didn’t use one.”
“Someone handed him one. He turned it down.”
“See, you were lucky. He let you off easy.” She looks across the distance between our two properties at the two men standing on the dock. She gives a low, appreciative growl. “That is one gorgeous man. If you don’t want him, be prepared to move over, girlfriend. He can spank my ass, any day.”