Thank you for joining me on WipitUp Wednesday. I'm smack dab in the middle of writing an erotic spanking mystery trilogy where book one starts with a murder that will get solved at the end of book 3. No fears-my publisher has promised to put out all three book about a month apart, so you won't be kept in suspense long. I hope you enjoy this scene from MAGNOLIA ISLAND, BOOK ONE: LOGAN.
The last person Logan wanted to see right
now was Melanie Barnes, especially dressed as she was in a short white tennis
skirt that showed off her gorgeous legs and brought back memories of bouncing
around the tennis courts with her, amused by her competitive streak and awed by
her talent. He had spent years running
from the young woman gazing up at him with that mingled look of concern and
love shining in her bright blue eyes, and with the memory of Lynn’s cruel death
haunting him, his defenses were battered down.
The last twenty-four hours had been brutal, answering questions by the
cops, their guests leaving the island and heading back to Charleston wondering
which one had betrayed them in the vilest of ways. With Hunter staying on the island and Ryder
returning to his loft apartment downtown, he was the only one at the house
today, his uncle having taken off on one of his private retreats. They were close, the four of them, but led their
own lives and each of them needed to deal with Lynn’s death in their own way.
With his emotions a hair’s breadth away
from exploding in any of several directions, he knew he wouldn’t be able to
keep Melanie at the arm’s distance he needed her to be for long. It had been eight years since he confronted her
peeping Thomasina act that gave her a front row seat of a sampling of his
sexual preferences and he saw her for the first time as a sexy woman instead of
the cute, appealing girl next door who had a crush on him. Refusing to give in to the unexpected surge
of fiery lust that had flamed to life inside him that afternoon and had
continued to simmer every time he saw her again, he’d worked hard to keep their
special relationship in its proper place.
He had no business fantasizing about her, even though his thoughts were
the one thing he hadn’t been able to control, and he wouldn’t risk losing what they
had or diminishing that light shining in those exquisite eyes by introducing her
to his dominate sexual preferences.
If that made him a selfish bastard, so be it. That’s the price he would have to pay for
keeping her the innocent girl he’d grown to cherish and had taken as his
responsibility to protect the moment he lifted her up off the street, gazed
into those tear-filled eyes and brushed off her scraped knee.
“It doesn’t take news long to travel, does
it?” he finally answered her, shrugging off her small hand that burned against his
skin and ignoring the flash of hurt in her eyes. “I’m not good company right now, Mel. We’ll catch up later. I’ll call you.”
“Nonsense,” she replied with prompt
assurance, her eyes snapping, her hands going to her hips in a stubborn stance
that didn’t bode well for the outcome of their reunion this time around. “You’ve always been there for me, now let me
return the favor. Sit down and talk to me. Please.”
Aggressive need crawled under his skin,
the urge to lash out, drive away the image of Lynn’s lifeless body lying in the
sand in any way he could wouldn’t be denied for long. He needed her gone.
“You haven’t changed, have you?” he
snapped, harsher than he meant to. “I
don’t want to talk. I don’t want
company. Now, be a good girl and run
along home.”
Shit.
He knew right away that was the wrong thing to
say. When she got her dander up she dug
in her heels each and every time. Those
eyes snapped blue fire as she took one combative step forward, went on her toes
and got in his face. His dick went hard
the moment she spoke in a furious, hurt whisper.
“I. Am. Not. A. Girl. And I haven’t been for a very long time.”
“Be very careful, kitten, that you don’t
tread where you won’t follow,” he tried warning her again. “You saw firsthand what I like to do with
women. You’re way past due for a
spanking.”
It wasn’t her low, taunting laugh that
ended up fracturing his control, but the immediate flush of arousal that spread
over her pale face and lit her eyes followed by a challenge he was in no mood
to ignore. “I think you’re afraid I will
follow, afraid you’ll have to act on that threat at last.”
“Let’s see, shall we?”
I hope to have the trilogy out this spring! Don't forget to check out the rest of the stops this week.
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