Friday, 29 May 2015

Encouraging Jealousy in a Partner Who Spanks? All's Fair in Love and War. Saturday Spankings #SatSpanks #erotic #romantica


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Welcome to Saturday Spankings. My post today is from my new spanking romance HIS By Design   The complete book is available NOW.  It's also available as an e-serial. The first episode Coveting Claire is $0.99 and available to borrow FREE with Kindle Unlimited. The next two episodes Correcting Claire and Claiming Claire are available for $2.99.  I'm uploading the next episode Conquering Claire right after I post this blog hop!  The final episode Cherishing Claire will be available on June 2nd.  They will each be $0.99 for two days only before reverting to $2.99. My teaser today is near the end of the book.  Julian has withdrawn from Claire, seemingly because he's under pressure with his new line but Claire believes it's fear of getting too close.  Away on business he calls her.  When she tells him she's going to a party he asks her if her ex-lover will be there.  When he responds with  jealously, Claire decides to encourage the emotion...



"I don't think so, Mary-Jane doesn't care for him much."
"I admire her discrimination."
"Julian, you hardly know him."
"I know you're still attracted to him or do you deny it?"
 
Yes, I deny it  - you're the only man I want. 
 She stopped before the thought formed voice - all's fair in love and war - it may be the only weapon she had.  Her answer was non-committal,"I'm married to you, Julian."
There was another pause and then there was a distinct edge to his voice, "Just make sure you don't forget that fact! 

So is it a good idea to make your husband who spanks jealous?  Read the extended extract below to find out.  Or better buy book!

                                                            

Blurb

New from #1 Amazon Bestselling Author of the Rancher's Woman and Her Keeper

HIS By Design  - The year a mutual friend introduces Hollywood haute couture designer Julian West to feature reporter Claire Fitzpatrick it is 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 erotic preferences. As their romance blossoms, it is not long before he takes her across his knee to deliver lengthy bare bottomed spankings both erotic and disciplinary.  But neither of them is prepared for the unexpected passion that rules them both. When they are finally faced with the release of overwhelming emotions Julian has spent years repressing, Julian and Claire must decide if they will go their separate ways or if theirs will be a a love designed to last.

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Extended Extract:

He straightened and taking a deep breath, his voice became serious. “Look, Claire, I’m not proud of it, but you need to know.  I’m naturally jealous, unreasonably so.  It’s something I’ve always struggled with. The last thing I need is any encouragement from you.” 

Claire dropped her head and said nothing.  He tipped up her chin and she met his eyes.  “No more games.  Agreed?”  She nodded and he sat back seemingly satisfied with her silent remorse.

He took a sip of his coffee and then his voice dropped to a low, gentle tone. “I wasn’t manipulating you, Claire.  I did it to prove to you that I’m as capable of arousing your passion as much as any other man, including Blake.  It was the primal instinct in me, I’m afraid.  You’re my wife.  Mine.  I was convinced that if I conquered you sexually, you’d respond to that and Blake would lose his power over you.”  The coffee in his mug appeared to hold a fascination for him once more.  "If it's any consolation, it backfired.  Not so much at the time, but the next day when it dawned on me that your response was due to more than my sexual prowess."  There was a note of self-mockery in these last words, but his next words were spoken huskily.  "It made me aware of the depth of your feelings."

Claire drew in her breath.  So that was what started him running.  That and the kiss the next morning, coupled with the overheard conversation at the party.  Richard was just an excuse to withdraw.  An excuse to himself more than to her.  Sensing a slight tension in the air, she abandoned the subject.  The admission was probably as far as he was prepared to go at present, and she’d no desire to upset the gentle truce that was growing between them.  However, she did want to settle the subject of Richard.  "Julian, since then Richard has left me cold.  I really feel nothing for him except perhaps repugnance.  When he tried to force himself on me last night..."

"What!"

She jumped as his mug was slammed down.  She didn't waste any time observing that now she’d really seen him blazing mad, she was only grateful that the murder in his eyes was not directed at her.  As he sprang up, his words supported the look. "I'll kill him!"

Claire blanched.  This was no figure of speech.  At this precise moment, he really meant it.  Thank goodness he’d no idea where Richard lived.  By the morning his fury should have abated. A lot sooner than that, if she’d anything to do with it.  Right now, he was still in the grip of it.  Striding over to the kitchen phone, he searched through the contacts menu.  When it didn't provide what he was looking for, he searched again.  Successful this time, he punched in the code. 

Concerned, Claire stood up.  "Who are you calling?"

"Mary-Jane, she'll tell me his address.  I didn't think there was much point in asking you."

"Julian, he could charge you with assault."

"He won't be able to do anything ever again when I'm through with him."

"Oh great, I've always wanted to be a jail-widow."

Thankfully, he was receiving no answer.  Hanging up the phone, he glared at it as if he wished it were human so he could injure it.  Then he began searching through the menu again.  She watched as he made two more futile phone calls and then he leaned back against the counter. His hands resting on the edge, he glowered at her.

Placing her hands on her hips, she challenged him.  "What are you going to do now?  Beat it out of me?"

"Don't tempt me!  You've got it coming!  You should’ve told me last night, as soon as I got home!"

He pushed away from the counter and advanced towards her.  Claire didn't back off.  His fury was fading fast. She could see his concern and tenderness for her crowding it out. Reaching her, he drew her close.  "He didn't hurt you, did he?"

"No.  Julian, please don't feel you have to defend my virtue."  Looking up at him with an earnest expression she continued.  "I defended myself quite ably.  He didn't get very far.  He was the one who got hurt, not me."

"Good for you!"

His tone was full of savage satisfaction that alarmed Claire.  She pulled away from him.  "You will drop it, won't you?  I do have to work with him."

The look that crossed his face left her in no doubt as to what he thought of that particular fact, but he shrugged and said resignedly.  "Alright, if that's the way you want it." He gave her a fixed stare.  “Are you sure you’re okay?”

Determined to reassure him she nodded.  “Yes.  Absolutely.”

“Right, well in that case.”

Claire squealed in surprise when in a few swift moves, he righted the chair that had fallen over when he sprang up in anger, sat on it, and pulled her down across his knee.

Instinctively, she tried to rise.  When his arm firm across her waist put paid to that, she flung her hands back to protect her bottom.  It had been weeks since he’d spanked her and she reverted to her natural mode to protect her backside rather than adopt the disciplinary one that he was still cultivating in her.  “No, Julian.  Don’t, please.”

“Don’t?  Seriously, Claire?”  He shifted, settling her even more securely across his knee.  “Let’s get this straight. You deliberately encouraged me to believe there was still something between you and your ex-lover. And instead of telling me immediately about what he tried to do last night, you let me storm off under the misconception that an attempted sexual assault was a lover's tryst. So?  Seriously?  Don’t?”

Claire relaxed and wriggled a little provocatively across his knee in the pajamas she'd donned for comfort when she arrived home from work. Here she was across her husband’s knee, in her pajamas, seemingly about to be disciplined. Now she was over her instinctive reaction, the implications of this were flowing breathlessly through her. If he was intending to punish her that meant maybe he was done withdrawing.  Maybe this would clear the air.  Bring them closer together as it had before.

Claire let out a long breath and pulled her hands away leaving his target clear. “I guess.”

“You guess what, Claire?”

His voice was stern in that strict, dominant tone he used on her at their first meeting and other times when he’d disciplined her.  Claire’s heart flipped.  She was coming to understand enough about domestic discipline to recognize that he was adopting a role to meet both their needs.  She knew now what he meant when he’d told her at her office about performing his duty. It wasn’t the chore she associated with the word.  No it was a profound sign of his love and affection for her. A love and affection she’d not had the pleasure of experiencing in well over two weeks.  

He spoke again in the same strict tone.  Well, young lady?”

Adopting her own role gratefully, even though it would mean a very sore behind, she told him in a suitably penitent tone.  “I guess I deserve a spanking.”

“That you do,” he told her, bringing his hand down with a hard smack right in the middle of her buttocks.

“Yeow.  Julian!  No warm up?”

“Nope.”  He agreed bringing his hand down again and again, hard and fast randomly over her pajama bottoms.  

Claire squealed and howled, bucking frantically across his thighs.  This was by far the hardest hand spanking he’d given her. It lasted a lot longer as well.  After several smacks on her clothed bottom, he pulled down her pants and spanked her bare cheeks mercilessly for what seemed forever.  She gave up her kicking and finally lay across his knee, limp and crying as he continued to spank her until she was a sobbing mess.  Finally he righted her and sat her on his knee, curling her into his chest, rubbing her bottom and back until she calmed down.

“Don’t ever try to make me jealous again, Claire.  I promise you won’t sit for a week if you do. Understood?”
                                                            



Saturday, 23 May 2015

Curious about a Spanking? Tessa Plays a Dangerous Game - Saturday Spankings #SatSpanks #erotica #romantic extract


Welcome to Saturday Spankings.  My teaser today is from  The Rancher's Woman my #1  bestselling western romance.  Set in the small Wyoming town of Hope Junction, The Rancher's Woman 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.  My extract follows on from yesterday's post.  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

Everyone in town knows sparks of attraction have been flying between Tessa and Chance almost from the moment her nursery business brought her to beautiful Hope Junction, Wyoming.  Despite his bossy ways, Tessa soon begins to realize that Chance might well be the man she’s been waiting for her whole life. Will Chance’s decision to take her in hand tear them apart or will Tessa learn to see his discipline as proof of the love they will share for the rest of their lives?



                         

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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 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.” 
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, 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. 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 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, but he knew they needed more than that to clear the air. 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.

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Friday, 22 May 2015

Pissing off her tall, strong, alpha-male boyfriend who believes in spanking his woman hard - not smart!




“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.

                    

Blurb

Everyone in town knows that sparks of attraction have been flying between Tessa Anderson and Chance Williams almost from the moment her nursery business brought her to beautiful Hope Junction, Wyoming, but it takes an actual fire to really get things moving. When a blaze breaks out in Tessa’s kitchen, it is Chance—a volunteer firefighter—who rushes to the scene. 

He asks her out the very next day, but she is shocked by his threat to spank her if it turns out the fire was caused by her carelessness. Nonetheless, Tessa can’t help pushing Chance to see if he would truly spank her, and before she knows it the firm-handed rancher takes her over his knee for a lesson she won’t soon forget. Yet despite his bossy ways, Tessa soon begins to realize that Chance might well be the man she’s been waiting for her whole life, and though it is hard for her to admit, the promise of a sore bottom when she misbehaves arouses her deeply. 

But someone apparently has a problem with Tessa’s presence in Hope Junction, and the kitchen fire is followed up by one mysterious incident after another. Tessa keeps these occurrences secret from Chance, believing she can take care of herself. When the truth eventually comes to light, Tessa soon learns that Chance takes her safety very seriously and a bare-bottom spanking is only the beginning of the thorough, humiliating punishment she faces for her subterfuge. Will Chance’s decision to take her in hand so forcefully tear them apart, or will Tessa see his discipline as proof of the love they will share for the rest of their lives? 

Publisher’s Note: The Rancher’s Woman is an erotic romance novel that contains spankings, severe punishments with a switch and a strap, sexual scenes including forced orgasm and punishment sex, extensive anal play and punishment, elements of BDSM, and more. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

Saturday, 16 May 2015

Discipline is a Family Tradition - Saturday Spankings


Welcome to Saturday Spankings.  My teaser today is from  The Rancher's Woman my #1  bestselling western romance.  Set in the small Wyoming town of Hope Junction, The Rancher's Woman 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.  My extract joins Tessa at the Williams family cookout during a surprising discussion with the Williams women that reveals Chance's disciplinary tendencies are a family tradition.



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   Janey shrugged, answering Steph’s teasing, “Ahh, hell, Wes is just like his cousins - a protective, demanding, and overbearing ass, but hey, he is my protective, demanding and overbearing ass.” Janey beamed, love and affection for her fiancĂ© was clear in her look and tone, “Still, that doesn’t mean I intend to let him rule the roost the way you let your men; I do what I like and suffer the consequences.” She shrugged again, “If that means I run up my tally, so be it  - no way am I buckling under to his whims just because it earns me a sore butt.”

  Tessa choked on the cider she was enjoying, spewing it out all over her shirt; she could hardly believe what she just heard.

  Cally, the wife of the second eldest brother, Tyler, thumped her on the back none too gently and asked her laughingly, “Hey, come on, Janey didn’t shock you, did she? You really so goody two-shoes that Chance ain’t tanned you yet? What’s it been? Four weeks? Ty’d already spanked me loads and whipped me at least twice by then.”

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Blurb

Everyone in town knows sparks of attraction have been flying between Tessa and Chance almost from the moment her nursery business brought her to beautiful Hope Junction, Wyoming.  Despite his bossy ways, Tessa soon begins to realize that Chance might well be the man she’s been waiting for her whole life. Will Chance’s decision to take her in hand tear them apart or will Tessa learn to see his discipline as proof of the love they will share for the rest of their lives?

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Saturday, 9 May 2015

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HIS By Design, my new erotic  e-serial romance, AND FREE BOOK PROMOS this weekend!  Don't Miss them!!  Plus an update on The Rancher's Woman 

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Hi Guys,
Hope you're all having a great May.  I can hardly believe its the fifth month of 2015 already.  2015 is almost half over.  Aargh!  Anyway, I m writing today to reconnect and let you know how things are with me, my books and life in general.  
This is a new agenda for me I am determined to write a regular letter to keep in touch.
My current release HIS By Design. Its an erotic version of my sweet romance Chances & Choices.  It has a lot of new material so if you love Her Keeper and read Chances & Choices you should love the new version.  I'm really excited about it.  
It's available for Pre-Order at a the Special Price of $2.99. It will revert to $4.99 the day after release on June 6th 2015.  It's also available in episodes as I write it.  The first two are already out.  Episode1 - Coveting Claire will remain at $0.99 and is available to borrow FREE on Kindle Unlimited. Episode 2  - Correcting Claire will be $0.99 until May 11.  The other episodes will be available for one week at $0.99 and will not be on Kindle Unlimited for quite some time if at all.  Quite soon, I'm planning to make my books available for sale on my website.  
All four of these titles are FREE ON Amazon this weekend!!  Click the covers to Get Them NOW! 
I had great success with my first book  published by Stormy Night, The Rancher's Woman.  I know quite a few of you bought it and wrote great reviews.  Thanks for your support.  It went to #837 in All Kindle Books, #1 in Erotic Westerns and #5 in BDSM.  Unfortunately a few reviews upset me so much, I pulled the book. I think it was because they came at the same time I was ill so I was more sensitive, but a couple were pretty hateful.  It's now available again everywhere except Amazon and will be up on Amazon soon, either as a new version or the original.  I'm still trying to decide if I should create a new version.  I'd love some feedback from you guys on that.  If you read it - let me know your thoughts.
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The biggest news for me it that it looks like I don't have cancer.    Not completely out of the woods, may need surgery, but looking hopeful.  Something like that really makes you value every day after.  I am also expecting a grandson in September - well my daughter's carrying and I'm expecting!  Yay!  I had a fabulous weeks vacation with her in Antigua in early March my first trip to the Caribbean.  This was the view from our room.
Have a great week and look out for new episodes of my e-serials Intimate Knowledge and Her Keeper COMING SOON!
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