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Wednesday, August 17, 2016





I'm joining Wip It Up Wednesday for the first time with a peak at my current work in progress, tentatively titled, SECRETS OF THE LAKE HOUSE.  This book is an erotic spanking/menage suspense featuring a sister determined to find her missing sibling and the sheriff and Scotland Yard Brit just as determined she not hinder their investigation.  I hope you enjoy this teaser where Nash has just caught Alena trying to break into the lake house her sister, Ashley was last seen at.



“Had a nice chat with the beauty shop owner, Cora I believe her name is.  You’ve been prying again.”
She refused to give him the satisfaction of trying to pull her arm free and failing to break his hold, so she stood her ground and gave him a cool look of unconcern, she hoped.  “I told both you and the sheriff I was going to find my sister, or a lead to her whereabouts.  I’m not leaving until I get something I can give to the Portland PD.”
The smile that creased his lean, tanned face sent a shiver of warning down her spine and a warm gush of heat between her legs.  Oh good Lord, she almost groaned aloud.  This couldn’t be happening again, not with the same reaction to a different man.
“You have two choices.  I can haul you into town and to the sheriff and let him know I caught you attempting a break-in of one of Blue Springs finest residents in another attempt to hinder his investigation, or you can suffer the consequences of your actions the old-fashioned way again.”  Nash almost made the mistake of chuckling aloud when he dropped that hint he knew of Randy’s discipline and her eyes widened in shock, and just a touch of arousal. 
Heat curled low in her abdomen from the look in his eyes, his suggestion responsible for the warm pulse flooding her sheath with moisture.  Was she turning into a spanking slut or was it just these two men whom her radar has zeroed in on and refused to let go?
“Randy already tried that,” she responded in an attempt to defuse his intentions and regain her sanity.
“An introductory lesson, from what he relayed to me.  I won’t be as nice.”  Turning, he sat on the small glider, keeping hold of her arm as he looked up at her.  “What’ll it be?  Bend over my lap or a trip to see the sheriff?”
She really didn’t want another confrontation with Randy, he just might toss her in jail for the night and she certainly couldn’t afford an attempted break-in charge on her record.  That could cost her her job.  With a sigh of resignation, she ignored the leap of her pulse and the light in his eyes as she replied with a terse, “Fine.  I’ll take the spanking.”
Before she lost her nerve, she followed his slight tug and laid across his thick, hard thighs.  But when he yanked her shorts down, along with her panties, she twisted around to glare up at him.  “Hey!  I didn’t agree….ow!  The smack of his hand on her right buttock startled her, but not nearly as much as her response to the sharp sting that left her skin throbbing with heat. 
“Do I continue or do we go have a nice chat with Sheriff Janzen?”
Oh, she really didn’t like his cool, amused tone or the knowing look in his eyes, but, God help her, she did like the soft stroke of his broad palm over the tender skin he just abused.  Determined to win this battle, she huffed out an annoyed breath then turned back around, making a desperate attempt to ignore the way the warm breeze caressed her exposed buttocks, the outdoor exposure adding to the arousal that slap had initiated.
“That’s a girl, luv.”  Nash smacked her other cheek, enjoying her reluctant capitulation.
Oh good Lord, she groaned as that accent curled her toes and the next swat landed with blistering heat on her other buttock.  Biting her lip, she concentrated on stifling her escalating arousal as he rained a litany of steady, hard smacks across her butt.  Each one burned hotter, stung harder and worked to increase her arousal.  By the sixth stroke, her buttocks throbbed with heat and pain she felt reciprocated in her sheath. 
A moan slipped past her compressed lips as he moved down to land a well-aimed smack on the sensitive skin of the under curve of each buttock before continuing down to smack her thighs.  “Shit!”  Swiveling her head, she gave him another icy glare.  “That, that’s….uncalled for!”  His low chuckle grated on her as much as his soothing caresses calmed her ire.  God was she confused!

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