Thanks for having me on
BJ. This is the third book in Desiring
the Forbidden. This is Maddox and
Libby’s story and their wedding, which we’ve all been waiting for. Maddox’s mother, Pamela has been giving
Libby trouble, she doesn’t like that Libby is fifteen years older than her son.
But her husband, Maddox’s father, David isn’t going to tolerate her
behavior. I hope you all enjoy this
excerpt.
EXCERPT
You know better than to
act like this. I thought we solved some of these issues years ago. Apparently,
you need a bit of a reminder. I refuse to let you act like some hoyden and ruin
our relationship with Maddox. I just won’t allow it. I think we need to go to
our bedroom.”
“Wait…w-why?”
He can’t be talking about spanking. We haven’t done that in
years.
“Why do you think? And if
you fight me on it, I’ll handle it right here in the living room.” David
pointed to the back of the couch.
Dear
God, no!
“David. You can’t…I mean it’s been…I’m too old for this.” Pam
was over fifty for God’s sake.
He chuckled. “You
apparently forgot, young lady. You’re never too old. I don’t care if we’re
eighty—if you deserve a whipping, you’re going to get one. Trust me on that.
Now it’s up to you, but I think you’d be more comfortable on our bed, than over the back of the couch. The choice is yours.” He raised his eyebrows at
her.
He’s lost his mind.
“Now, David, we—”
“Young lady, don’t push
me, or I’ll blister your ass right here, right now. Decide.”
He hadn’t used that voice
to her in years, and she forgot how it
made the butterflies start in her belly. Her clit throbbed, instinctively she
clenched her buttocks, and she had no doubt in her mind that he’d follow
through with the threat.
“Fine! The bedroom.” She
stomped past him, her feet pounding the wooden floor. He’d see how difficult
she could make his life. She wasn’t some newly married woman, who needed a
keeper. Hell, for years she ran this house while he worked sixty hours a week,
she didn’t need him to take the lead role bossing her around then,
and she certainly didn’t need it now. She had carried on just fine without his
interference.
As soon as she entered
the room, she put her hands on her hips spinning around. “David, this is
insane. I refuse to do this.”
Both his eyebrows shot
up. “You refuse. The rules have been
in place for this family for years; you
don’t get to disrespect someone and upset them to this degree without
consequences. Have these or have these not been the rules of the house?”
“Well…yes, but they don’t
count for this situation.”
David laughed out loud.
“Oh really? I’m anxious to hear how they don’t count.”
Pam stomped her foot on
the floor—hard. “Don’t laugh at me. I mean it. It doesn’t count because it’s regarding our son, that’s why.”
“First. Don’t stomp your
feet at me again or I’ll add the paddle after the belt. Second. You’ve never been
allowed to berate someone in defense of the children. I seem to remember a
certain young lady getting a good ass whipping for making a second-grade teacher cry. That was you, wasn’t
it?”
“You know damn well it
was me, David. Don’t patronize me. I’m in no mood. This is serious!”
“Indeed. It’s severe. Let me ask you a question.” David
readjusted his stance. “How would you feel in two months if you weren’t invited to Maddox’s house for
Thanksgiving or Christmas?”
Well, shit!
Pam didn’t like the
thought of it—at all. She always pictured herself as the loving and kind
mother-in-law, understanding and accommodating. She didn’t want to be like her mother-in-law.
David walked up to her
tilting her chin up. “Exactly. You don’t want to be like my mother. You always
swore you would do whatever was necessary to keep your children and
grandchildren close. Here’s your opportunity, honey. I’m not going to let you
ruin it. You’ll be sitting on a sore bottom for a couple of days as a reminder of how a very grown woman is supposed
to act. Then we’re going to see if we can help
them with wedding plans, spending time with them so you can prove what a
wonderful woman and mother-in-law you
are—but that will occur after I blister your ass. Clothes off. You won’t need
them again for the night.”
PRODUCT
DESCRIPTION
For Elizabeth, being
forty-one years old, two years past a divorce, and single had been depressing
enough. But finding someone who could give her what she needed made her
prospects even worse. The chances of landing a man with the courage to force
her to confront her deepest, darkest fantasies of deep submission and strict
discipline were about as likely as winning the lottery. Twice.
Until the day she’d met
her enigmatic young English professor, Maddox.
Dr. Maddox Parks was used
to meeting women — a lot of women — as part of his job. As a professor only a
few years older than many of his students, he’d had to contend with more than
one proposition from a nubile young college student — and it wasn’t always an
unspoken exchange for a good grade either. He preferred older women though, and
always had, so coolly rebuffing those clumsy advances was easy. Despite the
steady stream of come-ons, and flirtations, he’d begun to despair he’d ever
meet the type of woman he really wanted — and needed.
That had all changed the
moment the curvy, dark-haired Elizabeth sauntered into his classroom.
Maddox thought he’d
convinced Elizabeth to embrace the fact he was fifteen years younger than her.
He’d even seduced her into enjoying — and thriving in — his ageplay tinged D/s
dynamic. But those had been the easy parts. Now, four years after they’d first
met, they were planning a wedding.
Something had changed
with their engagement though — and not in a good way. Was it simply Elizabeth
having cold feet about their impending nuptials, or was it a much deeper
problem? Perhaps it was the delicious irony of a forty-five year old woman
playing the “little” to a thirty year old Dom? The big event was going to be
much more than a mere wedding though, the silver collar in his dresser drawer
just waiting to be placed in its rightful place around Elizabeth’s neck. Could
that be the issue?
There was one thing he
was certain of however: his controlling, difficult mother was going to be a
problem...
Publisher’s Warning: Intended for mature readers. 18 and over
only!
This contemporary BDSM erotic romance contains spanking, exhibitionism, humiliation,
explicit sexual activity, and an older woman who finds it’s never too late to
surrender to the love — and strict control — of an alpha male who knows exactly
what she needs. This book can be read as a standalone. Enjoyment of the novel
will be enhanced by reading the previous entries in the series, but it’s not
necessary.
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