Tuesday, 22 May 2018

Her Forbidden Spring - You've Been a Very Naughty Girl, Professor.


Hi All!
My teaser today is from a short story I've been working on for a while, Her Forbidden Spring. It evolved from a 2000 word story I penned for The End of Summer Spanks. The story created interest in the couple then with suggestions to expand it. I decided to do that as I think the couple in the story, Marcie and Troy, have a great dynamic with strong chemistry. 

At this point in the story, Marcie is unbalanced by Troy's unexpected presence in her college seminar. She thought she seen the last of him when she gave him the slip at the archaeological dig in Mexico where they worked together over the winter. She's decided that their relationship must remain a fling and is doing her best to resist her deeper feelings.Troy has no intention of permitting that. He's transferred to the college where she teaches and has turned the tables on her by attending as a new student in her seminar class. The teaser begins at the end of the class after the other students have left and Marcie and Troy are alone in her classroom. Leaving Professor  Marcia Reynolds to deal with a lover who has unexpectedly become her student.

Tuesday, 24 April 2018










































































































I’m the first-born son of the mafia king. The favorite. Destined to rule, I’m a dangerous man, a ruthless one. But in my world, you have to be.

Then Natalie stumbles into my life. Wrong place. Wrong time.

Twice, fate put her in my path.
Twice, fate placed the innocent lamb at the mercy of the monster.

I gave her a chance to walk away. Told her it would be better for her if she did.
But she didn’t listen.
And now it’s too late.
Because I’m not good. I never wanted to be. And I won’t let her go anymore. See, I’m not the hero. When I touch her, it’s with dirty hands.

I know my reckoning is coming though. I know I’ll burn for the things I’ve done, the sins I’ve committed. And I don’t deny hell is where I belong, but I want my time first. I want my time with her.

She’s mine.
Forever.
No matter what.



Author’s Note: Sergio: a Dark Mafia Romance is an intensely emotional, steamy and dark standalone romance set in the Benedetti Brothers Mafia world. Be prepared: this is not a traditional romance.










































Sergio’s POV




I go straight into my study when I get home. Even though I’m alone, I close the door out of habit. I sit with just the lamp on the desk turned on and I look at the photos. I scroll through each one. Study her face in them. I see her anger. Her fear. Her humiliation. I see it in that order. I study more too. More of her. And my dick’s hard.
“I wasn’t ever going to talk.”
I knew that. I knew it all along. She’s right. I am a pervert. Sick. Only a sick person would do this, would violate an innocent like this. It wasn’t necessary to do what I did. I just wanted to.
But I came to terms with this darker part of me a long time ago. And I’m not psychoanalyzing it now.
The last picture, the one with my hand on her hip, has my attention. The Benedetti family ring is prominent on my finger, my hand big, masculine and rough on her softly curving hip. It’s not even the gleaming pink of her pussy that’s got my eye. It’s how she’s looking at me. Watching me with those dark eyes through that veil of hair. Like she’s seeing me. Really seeing me.
I stare at them. I can’t look away. What I see, it’s not what I expect. Not hate. Not even fear. Something else. It has me curious. It’s almost as if there’s something familiar about her.
I can still smell her if I try. Was she aroused or is that just my sick brain at work? Making something up that wasn’t there. I wonder if she’s thinking about it now. If she’s lying in bed with her fingers between her legs remembering my hands on her. My eyes on her. She’d hate herself for it, I know.
I scroll back to the first image. The one of her sitting on the floor, knees pulled up, hands covering as much of herself as she can. Her chin is bowed into her chest, her hair like a curtain hiding her face from me. But if I look close, I see her accusing eyes through that fall of hair.
There’s something about this girl that I can’t put my finger on. Something that’s got me thinking about her long after I should forget.
“Insurance,” I say to myself, standing. I turn on the printer and send all the photos to it. Listen to the slow hum and buzz as each one prints. Watch Natalie’s face as each slowly slides out, stacks on top of the last. When they’ve all printed, I put them in a locked drawer of my desk before going upstairs to jerk off.





























































USA Today bestselling author of contemporary romance, Natasha Knight specializes in dark, tortured heroes. Happily-Ever-Afters are guaranteed, but she likes to put her characters through hell to get them there. She’s evil like that.




















Tuesday, 3 April 2018


#TeaserTuesday #Sergio #NatashaKnight #ComingSoon #DarkMafiaRomance

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Synopsis

I’m the first-born son of the mafia king. My father’s favorite. My destiny is to rule, and I embrace it. I’m a dangerous man, a ruthless one. But in my world, you have to be.

Then Natalie stumbles into my life. Wrong place. Wrong time. Twice, fate put her in my path. Twice, fate placed the innocent lamb at the mercy of the monster.

The one good thing I did in my life, I did for her. I gave her a chance to walk away. Even told her it would be better for her if she did.
But she didn’t listen.
And now, it’s too late.
Because I’m not good. I’m not the hero. Shadows follow me, darkness shrouds me. And when I touch her, it’s with dirty hands.

I know my reckoning is coming, though. I know I’ll burn for the things I’ve done, the sins I’ve committed. And I don’t deny Hell is where I belong. But I want my time first. I want my time with her.

She’s mine.
Forever.
No matter what.

Author’s Note: Sergio is a steamy standalone mafia romance set in the Benedetti world. Themes are dark and may not be what you expect.


Thursday, 29 March 2018




Welcome to Wip It Up Wednesday. I'm sharing from the final draft of my WIP today A Sure Thing - the second in my western romance series set in beautiful Hope Junction in the Rockie Mountains. The first in the series was my #1 Best Seller Tessa and Chance's story, just re-released as A Done Deal. Lots of readers are asking about Wes and Janey's story so here's a peek. Today's extract is from when Janey finally decides to stake her claim!  She's been in love with Wes Williiams since she was eleven but always thought he'd never notice her. Now, he is Deputy Sheriff of Hope Junction and she has just returned from Cheyenne after two years away training and gaining experience as an EMT (Emergency Medical Technician). She is joining the Hope Junction emergency team as their first female member and she is nervous, especially considering the love of her life will be her team leader. We join the story when Janey is discussing this with her childhood friend, Cally. Cally has just insisted that this time Wes will notice her and she will become his woman. It starts out from Janey's POV and then shifts to Wes.

***
   Janey bit her lip, her eyes turning dreamy. The image of her as Wes’s woman blotted out anything else Cally had said. She took a deep breath and gazed at her own reflection longingly.
   “His woman.  Oh Cally, do you really think that’ll ever happen? I’ve dreamed of it for so long, but he’s never saw me that way. Didn’t even show the least bit of jealousy when I flaunted all my bad boy dates in front of him. Not that any of them measured up to him. I…I’d given up hope. Told myself to let it go once I moved to Cheyenne. But now I’m home…”
   “Now you’re home, you’ll get him for sure! Soon as he sees you as a woman all that fondness will morph into love. I just know it. Just stop dreaming and start seeing. Actually see the two of you together. In your mind. Visualization it’s called.”
   Janey grinned. “That right? You look that up on the internet too?”
   Cally stuck out her tongue and pushed Janey, playfully. “Sure did!”
   Despite her teasing, a little less than an hour later, Janey’s mind was full of Cally’s words and the images they provoked as she stood in front of the firehouse door working up the courage to go through it and meet the team. Her feelings were all a jumble. Torn. In one way she wanted to look sexy and hot in her uniform. To raise a tent in the uniform pants of the men and one man in particular. But the other part of her scoffed at that. She wanted them to see her professionally - as a respected member of the team.
   Gathering her courage, she pushed through the door. At that precise moment, only one feeling and one image remained. Janey froze, her heart skipped and her breath held. Her senses filled with the tall, rangy figure of Hope Junction’s deputy sheriff. Dear God, she’d forgotten how much she longed for him. What the sight of him did to her. It was then that she decided. Then that she took Cally’s advice to heart. She looked across the room at the love of her life and saw, truly saw them together.  Visualized herself as Wes Williams’ woman.
***
   Deputy Sheriff Williams looked up at the sound of the door, a smile of welcome on his handsome face. He was looking forward to having Janey on the team. He knew the rest of the men didn’t share his enthusiasm. Never mind the fact that she was the first woman to join them, but her reputation as the town hellion – a well-earned reputation at that – made them doubly uneasy. Wes had no such qualms. He’d worked with a few women in other departments in the territory and was impressed with their abilities. He also knew that, despite her rebellious nature, Janey Wilson was solid. He’d no doubt she’d pull out her best self while on the job.
   When they were kids he’d laughed and indulged her. He admired her tomboy ways, even if he did shake his head at the leniency of parents who never tanned her cute bottom when she needed it. New Age travelers who settled in Hope Junction, her parents believed she should be allowed to express her free spirit. Never mind she might kill herself or others in the process. He never thought of treating her behavior that way himself when they were kids, but come a few years later in high school, when she started arousing a tent in his jeans, his hand started itching to exercise his right arm around her. He even figured she’d benefit from his belt a few times. 
   But he’d no right to discipline her. She wasn’t his and she wasn’t likely to be. It was pretty clear that she’d no interest in him - at least not like that. He knew his responsible, measured ways could never cut any slack with her when she was more interested in bad boys. So he’d convinced himself that his desire for her was just male, teen libido for anything female and focused on his fondness for her instead. It wasn’t long before he’d convinced himself that the reason he was so attached to her was because she was like a kid sister he looked out for.
   She’d surprised most of the town when she’d chosen to train as an EMT in Cheyenne, but not him. He knew she had gumption and was proud that she was turning responsible. Glad that she was showing the town that there was more to her than wild ways and sassy talk. He’d swollen with pride when he read her transfer file. She’d aced training and after a year and a half working in Cheyenne, she’d earned plenty of praise from her superiors.  It wasn’t all plain sailing, mind. There was mention of some insubordination and taking a few too many risks at crime scenes. He’d shrugged when he read those entries. It was hardly surprising given her nature. Still, he’d have to keep an eye out for that, he’d decided, his protective streak rising to the fore.
   Only that wasn’t what was rising now. He’d looked up expecting to see her usual deceptively childlike figure across the room. She’d visited a few times from Cheyenne in the past two years and those times she still looked like a fresh faced, baby blonde teenager even though she was approaching her mid-twenties. 
   Except the vision across from him now didn’t remotely resemble a fresh faced teenager. The uniform gave her a professional appearance that reminded him of the skills she’d gained in her medical technician’s role, but it did nothing to hide her womanly curves. He was glad his own uniform pants were lose enough that his sudden, swollen hard-on wasn’t too obvious. But it was more than how she looked. There was an air about her that shifted their connection in a profound way. She had a stance and a stare that called to him. Almost claimed him. Janey Wilson may have ignored him for bad boys in high school, but she sure as hell seemed to be giving him the eye now.
   He felt his pulse increase rapidly. It pounded in his head as she crossed the space between them. It was crazy. The room felt wired like one of those surreal movies scenes where everything slows down and sound and sight blurs. What the hell was the matter with him? She was just the little hellcat he’d known since he was fourteen. How come her swinging her hips as she walked across the firehouse was making him feel like his whole world had tilted? It wasn’t until she was standing close beside him that he remembered just how tiny she was. His endearment over her size slipped from his lips with a husky, sensual sound.
   “Hey, little bit.”
   Wes drew in his breath when Janey looked up at him with rounded, azure sky eyes and tremulous lips. Fuck! He wasn’t imagining it. The chemistry between them was invading the space around them. And she was feeling it as much as he was. Her breath was ragged and her breasts moved in a slow, sexy rhythm under the khaki shirt. She bit her lip turning them red before speaking in a tone as husky and sensual as his.
   “Officer Wilson reporting for duty,” she paused ever so slightly, her pink tongue darting out to wet her lips. “…sir.”
   Wes couldn't help himself. He groaned.


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Wednesday, 28 March 2018

#TeaserTuesday #Sergio #NatashaKnight #ComingSoon #DarkMafiaRomance


#TeaserTuesday #Sergio #NatashaKnight #ComingSoon #DarkMafiaRomance

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Synopsis

I’m the first-born son of the mafia king. My father’s favorite. My destiny is to rule, and I embrace it. I’m a dangerous man, a ruthless one. But in my world, you have to be.

Then Natalie stumbles into my life. Wrong place. Wrong time. Twice, fate put her in my path. Twice, fate placed the innocent lamb at the mercy of the monster.

The one good thing I did in my life, I did for her. I gave her a chance to walk away. Even told her it would be better for her if she did.
But she didn’t listen.
And now, it’s too late.
Because I’m not good. I’m not the hero. Shadows follow me, darkness shrouds me. And when I touch her, it’s with dirty hands.

I know my reckoning is coming, though. I know I’ll burn for the things I’ve done, the sins I’ve committed. And I don’t deny Hell is where I belong. But I want my time first. I want my time with her.

She’s mine.
Forever.
No matter what.

Author’s Note: Sergio is a steamy standalone mafia romance set in the Benedetti world. Themes are dark and may not be what you expect.

Saturday, 24 March 2018

Rewards after A Spanking - Chance makes good on a promise #satspanks #romanticexcerpt #westernromance


My teaser today is from my western romance A Done Deal. Set in the small Wyoming town of Hope Junction, A Done Deal was previously published as The Rancher's Woman. Tessa has just moved to town to start a new business and Chance is the local rancher who falls for her. After Chance takes Tessa across his knee for the first time, even though they were both aroused, he tells her the rule is no satisfaction right after a punishment. However, he promises to pleasure her later. Later that night after some sexy dancing, he takes her down by the river to make good on his promise. When he caresses her still tender bottom it is a total turn on for Tessa.


  

Tessa was amazed at the eroticism of the sensation. Not only did the sting and ache heighten the pleasure, but the memory of his decisive action and her feeling of helplessness across his knee combined to shoot swift spasms through her body. Tessa arched and clenched as the waves of pleasure flowed through her, bringing her to a wonderful, slow-building haze. 

“Sweet Jesus, Therese Marie, your gorgeous body sings at my touch.” Chance’s voice was thick with desire and longing in her ear, “A tannin’ across my knee might not be pleasant, but it sure does bring some rewards, sweetheart.” 

Punctuating this with a rough clutching of her tender bottom, he slipped both hands down the back of her jeans and panties to cup her bare cheeks. Tessa moaned at the fiery pleasure of his touch, but also in protest at his abandoning of her swelling clit and pulsing mound. She soon settled down when his hands on her bare buttocks raised her to fit snugly against his throbbing erection. 



Tessa doesn't feel abandoned 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


The owner of the bar, the actual Jolene, picked up the microphone and asked for everyone’s attention. “Howdy, folks. Hope you’re all having your usual good time here at my little place. Tonight I’ve somethin’ a little different for you. Friend of mine’s visiting from Casper and she convinced me that you good people of Hope Junction would just love Latin dancing. She and her partner are kind enough to offer us a demonstration and a quick intro lesson. Now, I’m not stupid. I know most of you men are just holdin’ your tongues on account of she’s my guest, but you keep an open mind, now.”
There was a ripple of laughter and a few hoots as Jolene plugged an iPod into the sound system and the room filled with the sizzle and sway of Latin dance music.

“Oh, salsa. I love Latin dancing and music.” Tessa looked up at Chance with a beaming glow as she began to keep time with the rhythm and move her feet in a few steps.



“Well. Lookie here. We got ourselves a little lady who knows the steps already. That right, Tessa?” Tessa stopped moving and colored as all the attention of the bar turned to her after Jolene’s observation.

“Um, yeah a little, I guess.” She looked up at Chance pleadingly, her natural shyness overtaking her.
“Hey there, Jolene. Quit picking on my girl and just get this demonstration up and runnin’.” Chance laughed good-naturedly.

“Sure thing, Chance, but I reckon you and Tessa’ll be one of the first couples up for the intro lesson.” She winked and then added to Tessa, “Get working on him, girl. If you can persuade Chance Williams to move to Latin, we can get the rest of the men up here. That right, boys?”

There were more catcalls, hoots, and grumbling from the men with laughter from the women and then the lights were dimmed. A showy couple in a bright Latin dancing outfit paraded onto the floor. They were a splendid sight blazing into the little saloon, causing a hush to fall over the room. The couple created such an exciting spectacle of color and movement that Chance found himself swaying a little. A fact he didn’t cotton on to until Tessa bumped hips with him saucily. 

He looked down to see her eyes alight with teasing and excitement. Guess her enjoyment of the dance was chasing away her shyness. He liked that, the way she lost her reserve and was caught up in the action of the moment.

The dance ended and there was an outburst of applause. The couple bowed showily, the man twirling the woman from side to side as they acknowledged the crowd’s praise. 

The lights went up and Jolene stepped forward. “Alright then, who’s up for givin’ it a try? Tessa? Chance? What do ya say?”
Chance took in Tessa’s look mixed with pleading and challenge. Groaning, he listened to the Saturday night crowd’s hoots and hollers. Damn! He was screwed.


 Tessa listened to the crowd egging Chance on and gave him her best come-on stare. Her heart and pulse thrummed excitedly as she watched him lose the battle with his reluctance. Shaking his head in capitulation, he offered her his hand. She took it as he led her out to the dance floor. At that, a mixture of shouts and groans went up from the room as a number of women dragged their men out to follow Chance and Tessa’s example.

Once they got into the lesson, Tessa was pleased, but not surprised to learn that Chance was an excellent lead and picked up the instructions easily. Dancing with him was far more enjoyable and exciting than when she took lessons before. It was only a few simple moves, but Tessa could feel her whole body heat as he held her close in the Latin dance clinch. Every time they went from open to closed hold, the more apparent it became that he was finding the moves just as arousing as she was. By the time the lesson came to an end, Tessa was in a high state of sexual tension.

“Well, folks, hope you enjoyed that enough to sign up for lessons. If we get enough takers, Ricardo and Gena will come up from Casper a couple of times a week. We’ll have Hope Junction swayin’ to the Latin rhythm in no time. Signup’s over there.”

Tessa stood a little dazedly watching as a number of couples crowded round the signup table. Not surprising. The instructors were good. They’d cleverly demonstrated all the sexy but easy parts of the dance as a great introduction.

“What’d you say, hon? Reckon you can handle me steppin’ on your feet twice a week? Will we sign up?”
Trying to snap out of the erotic haze induced by the aftermath of the arousing dance in his arms, she nodded. “I’d love that, Chance.” Her breath came out in a breathy, husky whisper and she couldn’t help shamelessly rubbing against him.

Not missing the desire behind her movements, Chance drew her closer, murmuring in her hair. “We can sign up later. Let’s you and me take a breath of air, Therese Marie. Reckon I owe you somethin’. Got a promise to make good on.”

Tessa’s heart hammered, her stomach flipping; the desire in the look he threw her was unmistakable as he put his hand at the small of her back to usher her outside. Leading her out through the crush of the crowd, he told her in a husky, desire-laden drawl, “Let’s head to the river. It’s real pretty at night.”

Jolene’s place sat on a lot not far from the swift running water and they made their way in promise-laden silence along the path beside it. Fed by the distant mountains, its soft, rushing sound echoed through the thick of the night. The dark velvet sky was speckled with luminous points of radiance while the crescent moon cast a tender glow. Tessa bit her lip and swallowed when Chance headed for a secluded spot. Further into the trees past the initial trail, it was deserted and inviting.

Easing her against a wide-trunked tree, he pressed his aroused body sweetly into her. “Mmm, you feel so soft and hot, sweetheart.” Both his hands slid round to cup her buttocks as he asked her in soft, low growl, “How’s your bottom, hon? Still sore?”

Tessa moaned in a mix of hot passion and mortification. “Chance, how can you ask that! It’s too embarrassing. Besides, you know it must be.”

Chance chuckled. “Good. Reckon you’ll think twice before you push me again now you know how I’ll deal with your misbehavin’ streak.”

He massaged her cheeks the whole time he said this, making Tessa squirm and slowly hump brazenly against him in an unbearably hot arousal. “Don’t worry, I won’t ever push you like that again. No way am I giving you a reason to dish out another spanking!”

“That so? Guess you’re plannin’ on being real good then, ‘cause believe you me, missy, you act up and you’ll get your sweet butt roasted and I won’t be so lenient next time. Understood?”

Tessa could hardly believe that his disciplinary talk was making her nipples peak like hard little pebbles. What about her independent woman, feminist card, damn it! Tessa was too far gone to care. She pushed her buttocks into his hands, murmuring and moaning, rotating her body in frustrated need, taking a perverse pleasure in the fiery feeling in her still warm backside that was spreading between her thighs.

“Oh, God, Chance, please!”

“Please? Oh, yeah, I’m gonna please. I promised you I would. So you just lean back and let me do that.”

Chance took her chin gently in his large hand and turned her face up to his. Beginning at her hairline, he slowly trailed his lips and tongue down one side of her face to her ear. Inserting his tongue, he circled it in a wet full claiming. Tessa groaned into him. Her ears were particularly sensitive erogenous zones and his expert tasting made her knees buckle. Catching her, he supported her, slipping both hands back under her ass cheeks to lift her and fit her snugly against his hard, hot erection.

Shifting his attention to her other ear, he filled it with wet tongue and then growled into it. “See what you do to me, babe? I reckon you’re gonna drive me crazy with frustration while we’re courting. I won’t be so cruel to you. If I recall rightly, I promised you some pleasuring if you were good. I reckon you’ve been real good. You want me to pleasure you, Therese Marie?”

Tessa whimpered and moaned desperately, “God, yes, Chance. You know I do.”

Chance slipped her slowly back down to stand her on wobbly legs. Holding her steady, he eased his knee between her thighs, supporting her with his own. Sliding his hands up, he took both breasts, squeezing and fondling them exquisitely, his thumbs teasing her nipples to fullness. While his hands worked her roundness, his lips paid attention to her mouth. Taking one lip at time, he nibbled each in turn to a wet plumpness before easing his tongue slowly and sensually between them.

Meeting his tongue, Tessa eased into the kiss while squirming in delight at his caresses to her upper body. He slowly drew his mouth from her own, his lips traveling to nibble her neck, pushing aside her collar to suck at her shoulder seductively.

“Hmmm… Oh, that’s lovely, Chance,” Tessa muttered her appreciation, squirming in sensual delight at the feel of his mouth on her skin and his hands on her breasts through her soft cotton blouse and silky bra. His touch sent her aflame even through the material. God, how amazing was it going to feel when his hands were caressing her bare flesh. Tessa squirmed even more at the thought, her pelvis clenching, her clit swelling in eagerness at his sensual stroking of her womanly breasts. Shamelessly, she arched into his hands, desperate for his touch in other places as well. Chance responded to her need, trailing his hand down her belly, lingering to knead her mound forcefully with his large palm before expertly locating her clit area with his fingers through her jeans.

Tessa gasped, amazed that her nub could feel so good from his caresses through the thick material. Waves of pleasure weakened her. His other hand left her breast to cup her bottom, pulling her hard against him, the friction of his broad chest stimulating her nipples and burgeoning breasts. His hands worked their magic on her lower half while his mouth moved higher to nip and suck her neck just behind her ear. His hand on her bottom was forceful and firm, reviving the burn and throb from his vigorous chastisement.

Tessa was amazed at the eroticism of the sensation. Not only did the sting and ache heighten the pleasure, but the memory of his decisive action and her feeling of helplessness across his knee combined to shoot swift spasms through her body. Tessa arched and clenched as the waves of pleasure flowed through her, bringing her to a wonderful, slow-building haze.

“Sweet Jesus, Therese Marie, your gorgeous body sings at my touch.” Chance’s voice was thick with desire and longing in her ear. “A tannin’ across my knee might not be pleasant, but it sure does bring some rewards, sweetheart.” 

Punctuating this with a rough clutching of her tender bottom, he slipped both hands down the back of her jeans and panties to cup her bare cheeks. Tessa moaned at the fiery pleasure of his touch, but also in protest at his abandoning of her swelling clit and pulsing mound. She soon settled down when his hands on her bare buttocks raised her to fit snugly against his throbbing erection. Rotating firmly against her, his movements brought them both erotic pleasure, as he molded her to him, easing her gently against the tree.

Through the haze of desire, Tessa became acutely aware of the scent and sounds around her. The thick aroma of the pine tree at her back, the sound of the rushing water, and the muted movements and calls of the wild creatures in the semi-wilderness just beyond. She clutched at Chance, one hand gripping his hair, the other seizing the material of his shirt at his broad shoulder. The feel of his hands on the bare flesh of her backside along with the throbbing of his hard-on against her thickly clothed clit was sweetly intense. She rotated against him rhythmically, her breath coming in gasps. “Oh, God, Chance. I’m going to come just like this. Oh, oh, oh…”

Chance matched her movements, his voice a deep, sexual sound washing over her. “I hope so, babe, that’s the plan. Let yourself go and come real nice for me.”

At his coaxing command, Tessa’s body clutched and convulsed, her body swept up in waves of long, slow, climatic pleasure. Gripping his hair and digging her nails in his shoulder, she heard her own voice moan deeply in release as her body surrendered to orgasm.

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Saturday, 17 March 2018

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



My teaser is from  A Done Deal a re-released, revised version of my #1 best selling western romance The Rancher's Woman.  Set in the small Wyoming town of Hope Junction, 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 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.”
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." 

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