Relish
Susannah Shannon
March 30, 2016 Book #2 in the Cass Chronicles
BLURB:
Cass Nelson has gotten used to blizzards, wolves and
being an outsider in Slicktrench Alaska. While she couldn't be happier in her
marriage to Killian, the arrival of a surprise package is a potent reminder
that her marriage isn't like the relationships her friends all have. She might
not understand this whole being a submissive wife business, but she does
understand that she can't imagine living a life without the man she adores even
if he lights up her bottom on a regular basis. Busy with helping to run the
lodge and posting on her very popular Cass Cooks blog, her life tips upside down
with having to deal with Killian's brother who is marrying a woman that nobody
likes and an IRS auditor nosing around the lodge. Just when Cass has decided
that the best way to insure a happy marriage is to totally give up her own
dreams, she is offered her own TV show. Her decision to not share this
information with her husband will cause all sorts of different kinds of
reverberations. Will wedding bells ring and is that howling coming from the
wolves outside or the wife inside when her husband discovers that his precious
wife is holding back her own secrets?
YOU HAD NO IDEA ALASKA COULD BE THIS HOT!
EXCERPTS:
1.There was a photo album her mother had
sent. Cass’s mother had been a serious scrap booker all of Cass’s life and the
digital revolution had hit her hard. She just could not give up her deckle
edged scissors, so her children still received fussily decorated scrapbooks
several times a year. She set the stack of bills aside and turned her attention
to the other package. It had been shipped to a C Nelson c/o a post office box.
Cass wasn’t aware of having a PO box. Maybe it just automatically happened when
you moved here, she thought. She used a spare key that was deep in the recesses
of her bag to slit open the paper tape. Digging through the packing peanuts she
spied something that was bright blue. She reached in and to her amazement was
pulling a small bright blue paddle out of the box when the passenger door swung
open. She stuffed the vividly colored contraband back into the box with such
force that she broke though the bottom of the parcel. She had unleashed a torrent
of static ridden packing peanuts that suddenly seemed to fill up the jeep.
“What’s in the box?” queried her mother in law. Cass tossed the box over her
shoulder. It arced, leaking like a rocket shedding jet fuel , into the back
seat. Cassandra spat out a packing peanut. As per usual when she was caught off
guard she began to babble. ”Mom sent me a scrapbook you can’t see it now. I’ll
show you later, but I’ll definitely show you later. Nothing to hide.” She
cackled like a lunatic of criminal intent. “Or maybe the cake pans were in
here. I’m not sure. Something was in there. But it really doesn’t matter. We
have to get home right now!” Hazel was deep in her own thoughts and barely
seemed to notice the bizarre behavior of her daughter in law. Cass was unsure
how she would distract her mother in law long enough to smuggle into the lodge
the S&M contraband that she had apparently been too drunk to know she was
having delivered to the PO box that she didn’t know that she had. She needn’t
have worried. Hazel said, ”Oh, I forgot to put clean towels in cabin 2 I’ll
unload the jeep later” and nearly threw herself out of the still moving jeep as
soon as they were through the open gates of the lodge.
2. Closer inspection gave her pause, however. Libby looked
positively green, a shade horribly reminiscent of the bridesmaid dress hanging
in her closet. Ava had stepped out, and the pizza coven was nowhere to be seen.
Cursing the day she was born, Cass helped her to the ladies room. Cass had
never seen a floor as disgusting as the ladies room at Sam’s. Not even in bars
she’d frequented in college. It was a tight fit in the stall, Cass awkwardly
pulled Libby’s hair out of her way, trying her damnedest to stay on her own
feet. She was determined not to kneel on the floor, reasonably certain that she
would become stuck fast like a fly in the world’s most repulsive flypaper.
Between heaves the blonde pharmacist was mumbling to herself. Cass could not
make out much of what she was saying although the name “Nelson” clearly a significant
part of the conversation. Unexpectedly Libby sat back and looked blearily at
Cass. “Has Kilian ever spanked you in his truck?” Cass felt a surge of
jealousy. She knew that Killian and Libby had lost their virginity to each
other, but she had hoped that at least one thing could be strictly her s. She
surrendered to her baser nature. ”No,“ she responded and then continued, ”He
has a house now.”
3..”You being embarrassed doesn't worry me at all. You
deserve to be, but no one else has to be freaked out by the punishment you have
earned.” he whispered as he led her out the door. She could only swallow hard,
and nervously nod in agreement. It was very dark, and the ice colored trees
stood up in contrast to the velvet night sky. She didn't think he would make
her pull her dress up out in the biting cold. She was prepared to obey him
though. She was dying to sort out the details, but now was not the time. They
would have it all. Killian was giving it all to her, the excitement of a career
and the security of a lifetime commitment with a real man. He led her to
cottage eight the farthest cottage from the lodge and the one she had first
stayed in back when all of this was not even imagined. He’d lit the fire, it
was warm. He helped her off with her coat. She was dreading the lecture. She
had been entirely in the wrong, and that thought alone brought her nearly to
tears. In two steps he had positioned himself on the bed and moved her between
his knees. He pulled her over tossed her skirts back. she had read a lot of
“punishment journals” where women described the protocol of a formal punishment
spanking, This was not that. This was a furious husband’s palm meeting the
tender bottom of a wife who had disappointed him deeply. “I brought you out
here, because you're going to be crying really, really loudly.” Her legs were
already pinned, and he slapped her bottom with blistering force. Over and over
and over. “I'm sorry “ she wailed, with no expectation that her admission would
shorten her punishment in any way. She said it anyway, because she was sorry,
she was truly sorry. Killian was not appeased. He paused for a second and
reached past her. “Oh my God,” she thought ”he has a stockpile of things to
paddle me with out here…” He moved a pillow closer to her. "Go ahead, cry into
the pillow as hard as you need to baby.” he resumed spanking her. "I am going to
have a wife who doesn't lie to me” There were no words, she gave herself over
to heartfelt sobs. she surprised herself by reaching her hand back, not to
protect herself but to twine her fingers through his where his hand held her
firmly over his lap. She wanted to connect with him in every conceivable way.
He paused to remind her , in no uncertain terms, that she would never ever ever
consider keeping things from him again. She was too overcome to even talk. She
could not even answer him, she let the remorse rollout of her like a wave,
carrying her along. He allowed her to cry it out, and she cried long and hard
after he was finished. Once she had caught her breath he led her into the
bathroom and turned her around. she could see her scorched bottom in the
mirror. He ran his fingers possessively along the deeply scarlet plumpest
curves. “This is what happens to girls who lie to her husband's” he lifted his
hand and delivered a crisp spank. "If you can't remember unless your bottom is
on fire then I will do this every day if i have to” he was back in a swatting
groove again and she didn't dare move out his way. “I deserve your trust, young
lady. I haven't done anything to make you think I would not move to the ends of
the earth for you.” She put her hand on his shoulder. ”Wait." she’d had a thought
but it was fleeting and she needed the throb in her ass to abate so that she
could mentally connect the dots. He paused. "I hurt your feelings.” she was
gobsmacked. He put a finger under her chin and forced her to look into his
eyes. "Yes, you hurt my feelings”
4. (G)As always happened when she was on the phone,
Jen was having a conversation with Cass and simultaneously with a stubborn
little person on her end of the phone line. .”How's life with Mr. Alaska?” Life
with Mr. Alaska was very good, she was happy to report. Jens response blasted
her eardrums, “I have already said no thirty times! Oh, sorry Cass not you.”
“What is she trying to do?” “Leap to her death from the kitchen counter.” “why
is she on the kitchen counter?” “So I can feed the dogs, ABSOLUTELY NOT,”
“What?” “sorry, not you. STAY, that was for the dog. I don't tell Sadie to STAY,
well, I could, but I probably wouldn't admit it in public.” “Trying to get a
visual here. Who’s on the counter? Sadie or Pup?” “Sadie is on the counter, I’m
holding her, of course. Pup is eating and Sadie is hell bent on snatching food
out of the jaws of a Saint Bernard .” “So she’s a risk taker, like her Mom.”
“Or stupid like her Mom. I have to go babe, gotta drop Sadie off at the sitter
and then get to my OB appointment and then to a meeting” “Go, i have a busy day
too,” which was a lie and “Love you,” which was not.
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Susannah Shannon
I live in the American Midwest with my family. I write
romances that are funny(well, I try). I love the inner conflict of a smart,
modern, independent woman who longs to submit to that one special man.
