Maggie Ryan visits with a look at her title, MY CAPRICIOUS COWGIRL.  I've read several of Maggie's books and know you won't be disappointed!

Out of destruction comes hope; out of silence comes profound love.

BLURB:

Matthew Stone is a rancher who finds his greatest pleasure in working in the great outdoors, doing his part in building the Rose Ranch in the Oregon territory. He has watched his friends wed, and accepts their teasing about his confirmed bachelorhood. All that changes the day he is out repairing fences and looks up to see a horse jumping the railing, aware of how dangerous that is, as the last fence drops away. His warning does nothing to stop the rider, and a scream has him racing down the cliff, expecting to find the worst. What he finds instead is a small boy, clinging to a boulder while the river attempts to pull him away.

Sally Jefferson has just arrived in a strange place, and her young son Davy is the only person she knows there. Devastation and heartache have followed them as they braved the Oregon Trail, and she fears that, after surviving over two-thousand miles, she won't survive another moment when Davy's life is threatened.

The moment Matthew and Sally meet is like an echo of the storm that drove her from her home, as lightning seems to strike between them.

Matthew never expected to fall in love. Now he finds himself head over heels not only for Sally, but for a boy who doesn't speak and yet has stolen his heart.

Will Matthew be able to convince Sally that life can begin again? Will the fact that his very touch ignites her soul be enough to allow her to accept not only his love, but his discipline?

My Capricious Cowgirl is the fourth book in the Willamette Wives series about a group of pioneers who are building their dreams together and sharing in both the burdens and the joys. They are far more than friends… they are a family. Though this is the fourth book, it can be read as a standalone.

Publisher's Note: This book contains explicit sexual content, including spanking and anal play. If any of these offend you, please do not purchase.

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EXCERPT:

 

“I said I was sorry,” Matthew said quietly.

They’d found Sally who stated she’d been calling them to lunch for a half hour. His apology hadn’t removed the look of tension from her face though he’d apologized yet again and assured her that he wouldn’t forget to inform her of their whereabouts in the future.

“We didn’t hear you until that last time you called,” he said. “There’s a small waterfall below where we crossed the river and…”

“You crossed the river!” Her eyes instantly went to their feet.

“Don’t worry, we took off our boots and socks…”

“Your pants are soaked! Davy, go change.” When the boy hesitated, she pointed to the wagon. “Right now!” Once he was gone, she turned to Matthew. “That child has had enough of swimming. My God, he has a wracking cough and yet you… you decide that it’s perfectly all right to play in the same river that almost killed him!”

“Sally, calm down…”

“Don’t tell me to calm down. I trusted you to keep him safe…”

“He is perfectly safe,” Matthew cut in, reaching out to take her arm. “I would never do anything to put him in danger. I just didn’t think to…”

She wrenched her arm free. “No, you didn’t think. You almost gave me an apoplexy when I couldn’t find you and you didn’t answer when I called and called. You disappear with my son and let him get soaked in the river.  God, how stupid can you be?”

“There is no need to yell…”

“I’ll yell if I want!”

“Not at me you won’t,” he corrected, reaching for her. “I accept the fact that I should have told you where we were going. I understand why you were frightened…”

“I’m not frightened… I’m fucking mad!”

“That’s enough,” Matthew said.  “You need to stop right now. Davy is fine. I haven’t heard him cough a single time since I’ve been here today. He did not go swimming; he is not soaked. Yes, the hem of his pants got wet but that won’t make him ill. What will is hearing his ma screeching and cursing like a fishwife. What will have him too scared to go near the water is your reminding him of what happened yesterday. He learned a tough lesson and you, young lady, are about this far from learning your own.” He rubbed his index finger against the pad of his thumb.

“I’ll fucking cuss whenever I damn well want” she hissed, “you can’t tell me what to feel. You have no fucking idea how a mother… no, let me go!”

“Oh, honey, the only place you are going is over my knee.”

“You… you wouldn’t dare!”

“Unless you wish your son to know that you are about to get your ass spanked, I suggest you settle down.” When she continued to try to pull away, he bent a little closer. “Remember I told you that I never promise anything I didn’t mean? Well, little girl, I promise that I’m going to give you a spanking and promise to keep it as private as possible but, I promise that if you don’t stop right this instant, you’re not only going to have a tender bottom, you’re going to know that your boy heard every single smack that you’ve earned. Understood?”

She instantly stilled when he gave her that first smack along with his question. Her mouth dropped open but self-preservation must have kicked in because not a sound was uttered. Matthew gave her a moment as if to make sure she wasn’t going to dig herself further into the hole she’d begun. “I’ll give you a choice.” Seeing the hope flair in her blue eyes, he almost chuckled. “You may choose to behave and we will take care of your spanking when Davy takes his nap… or, you can continue to act like a shrew and I’ll be giving you that spanking right now. Which will it be?”

“I-I don’t want a spanking…”

“That wasn’t one of the options I offered. You are definitely getting a spanking. The choice is when Davy is sleeping or now.”

“I-I’m sorry. I was just…”

“Sally, we can discuss that afterwards but unless I hear your decision with your next breath, I’ll make the choice for you.”

She looked towards the wagon, then towards the woods, the river, the sky but finally she met his eyes. “When Davy is… is napping… please.”

BIO:

A USA Today and #1 international best selling author, I have been writing stories as long as I can remember. I enjoy writing both contemporary erotica as well as historical books set in ages past. I love developing characters that are able to tell their own stories. My heroines are multi-faceted women who are strong, intelligent and capable in their own right but find a deep need to share their lives with those strong, sexy and dominant alpha males that capture their hearts. My heros recognize the gift of submission for the gift it is, loving and protecting the women that offer that gift. I enjoy sweet, romantic stories with just a taste of domestic discipline as well as one that explore the harsher D/S lifestyle. I also enjoy writing age-play stories set both in Victorian era where women didn't have a great deal of power in their lives as well as in today's present time where women still find their happiness is greatly enhanced in offering the gift of submission. My hope is that you settle back in your favorite chair and allow my books to entertain you and let you escape into another world.

Please feel free to contact me at: maggie.ryan.writes@gmail.com as I'd love to hear from you.

I'd appreciate it if you'd leave a review on Amazon as well as reviews not only help inform other potential readers about books that you have enjoyed, they serve to help me strive to become a better writer. I so appreciate every reader and wish you Happy Reading!

Kara Kelley is visiting with a look at her debut novel, TAKING IN DANI.  Thanks for sharing, Kara, and congratulations on your new release!

#eroticromance   #spankingromance  #bdsm
#d's  #contemporaryromance

 

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Blurb:

Dani Torkaz has no room in her life for a romance with anyone, let alone with 'God's gift to women' Adam Fiori, but everything changes when circumstances compel her to accept a job as a nanny to his two young children.

Adam makes it clear that he will have no patience for rudeness, and it isn't long before her sharp tongue earns Dani a painful, humiliating bare-bottom spanking. The stern punishment sets more than just her backside on fire, however, and she is left begging to be taken hard and thoroughly.

As she settles into her new position, Dani finds herself feeling like she is part of a real family for the first time in her life, and her lust for her stern, handsome boss begins to blossom into love. But Adam has secrets he isn't sharing, and Dani has been hurt too many times to give him the benefit of the doubt. Can he win her trust before the wounds of the past destroy their future?

Publisher's Note: Taking in Dani includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don't buy this book.

Excerpt :

Fiori is asleep, slumped on his expensive leather sofa with his phone still gripped in his hand. I swallow hard as I shut the door as quietly as I can. He starts awake and scrubs his unshaven face with both hands before he sits up and looks at me.

“What time is it?” he asks groggily.

“Seven,” I answer and set my purse on the little table by the door.

“Seven A.M.?” His eyes clear and his mouth presses in a firm hard line. “Where the hell were you last night?” he asks, his voice stabs me right in the diaphragm and crotch.

He’s angry— blood-boiling angry. “When did you get home?”

“I walked to Fran’s after work.” I didn’t think it was possible for his eyes to burn angrier but they do. “I didn’t come home.”

“You walked at eleven at night and stayed over without bothering to tell me you weren’t coming home? You knew I was waiting for you.”

“I feel bad today, Adam. Last night I was too angry to care that you were waiting for me. Don’t push me back into pissy.” I walk briskly to the kitchen and start the coffee.

“Apparently too angry to regard your safety, too,” he adds and yanks my arm to pull me to face him. I grit my teeth and glare at his hand on my arm. His jaw looks painfully tight, as well, but I don’t back down. He releases me suddenly and gathers a breath.

“I’m going to be late for a meeting, but I’m telling you right now, this isn’t over. In fact, it isn’t even close to started!” His hand finds my chin and forces my eyes to his. “You can be mad all you want, but we both know you were wrong. My mistake came from a place of care and concern and yours was vindictive and inconsiderate.”

I swallow. Adam’s right. I swear under my breath and look away.

“That’s right, little girl, you know it too.” He stalks off, and I take a moment to breathe before continuing to make coffee. He’s back before the machine even begins to percolate. He grabs me roughly again and this time, he doesn’t release me while he opens a drawer and pulls out a wooden spoon. He pushes my front against the counter and the spoon splats against my scrub-clad bottom. The material is thin and the spoon unforgiving—full force, I’m sure. I gasp and bite my squeals, thinking of the children on the other side of the condo. My fingers turn white as I grip the counter.

“Adam, the kids!” I manage through a hissed breath, but then I’m squeezing my eyes tightly and squirming to avoid yet another punishing swat. He presses further on me to keep me still and then his hand reaches around the front of me to once again pull the string that keeps my bottoms up. I whimper and wish they wouldn’t betray me by slumping down my legs so easily—again.

“I just checked. They’re asleep.” The spoon stings and bites my flesh and I have to lower my mouth to my forearm to cry out into it. I can’t wake the kids. I try to drop to avoid another punishing swat, but when I do, he pins me tighter. His swats increase and I start to sob dryly. He tosses the spoon in the sink and straightforwardly pulls my pants up. He spins me to face him, tying the strings quickly.

“That was just a taste of what’s coming.” His words bite out through clenched teeth. He clasps my chin between a finger and thumb again and even though I can see he’s trying to ignore my tears there’s compassion in his eyes, too. “You are getting a hell of a thrashing when I get you alone.” I nod through blurring eyes. “I’ve never been so worried in my whole God-damned life!”

“Okay. I’m sorry,” I say with a shudder. His hard look melts and he pulls me into his chest. He kisses my head and leans down to whisper into the crook of my neck.

“You undo me, Daniela Torkaz. I don’t know how or why, but you do.” He pulls back and looks me in the eye. “I waited at your bus stop half the night,” he croaks, and I can’t help but dissolve into tears and snuggle as deep as I can into him. “Clara made a fortune.”

This time, when he pulls me back, I cling like an octopus. “Please,” I beg. “Don’t go. I need you.” I let out a small desperate cry. “I fight it, Adam, fight it so hard, but I do. God, I do! I need you.”

He grabs both my shoulders and lifts me to my toes so he can take my mouth. His is hot and demanding, and I yield to his forceful lips and tongue. I’m molten and dizzy with want. I grab for his clothes, and he handcuffs my wrists like he did before with one hand.

He shoves me roughly against his gargantuan high-end refrigerator keeping my hands pinned above my head and torments a nipple through my t-shirt making me writhe. His mouth follows and heat blast through both the material and my core. His hand burrows in my hair and yanks my face to his. As our mouths mate, he releases my wrists and grabs my sore ass with both hands pulling me up, so my center presses against his hard bulge. I bury my hands in his hair, and his face burrows into my neck. I’m ready to combust when I hear the big bag of blocks crash onto the floor.

“The kids. The kids!” I whisper urgently. He drops my legs and cocks his brow. Adam’s gaze isn’t aimed at the living room where I’m sure Charlie is knee deep in blocks. It’s aimed at me.

“Dani,” he pants. “We’ll finish this later. First the spanking of your life and then your ravaging.”

Nadia comes into the kitchen, and we both pretend to be busy. Me getting two mugs and him grabbing the cream from the fridge. She eyes us both skeptically. I note how disheveled Adam looks and know I’ve been pawed far more.

“Good morning,” I say, still a little breathless. “What would you like for breakfast?”

Her brow quirks in the same high arch as Adam’s, but she finally walks out. “Charlie, what do you want for breakfast? It’s your choice today.” I hear Nadia ask. I let out a breath and lean my hip against the counter. Adam grins cheekily and hands me the spoon from the sink. “Bring that to your apartment.” When I look down at it in my hands, he swats my ass making me lurch from its tenderness. I rub it as he whistles out of the room.

 

About Kara Kelley:

Kara Kelley is a naughty Canuck (that’s a Canadian for those of you that don’t know), who loves spanks, a little bondage, tantalizing creative sex (trust me, honey this sh*t is gonna rock our world) and TIM HORTON’S. She’s full of playful mischief, loyalty and maybe some stubbornness, but she’ll never admit it. And she believes living in a secluded cabin in the woods (including good WIFI, a stocked Kindle, and plenty of chocolate) with her husband would be absolute bliss.

How to find Kara:

www.karakelleyauthor.com

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karakelleyauthor@gmail.com

https://twitter.com/KaraKauthor

https://www.amazon.com/Kara-Kelley/e/B01N9RQK7S/ref=dp_byline_cont_ebooks_1

Tuesday guest: Amelia Smarts is sharing a peak at her newest release, EMMA'S SURRENDER.  You won't want to miss checking out this hot erotic western spanking romance!

“I will watch out for you because I protect what’s mine, and because deep down, you want me to.”

About Emma’s Surrender

When twenty-year-old Emma Brookstone arrives in the town of Bannack, Montana, she seeks out the local marshal, intending to enlist his help in uncovering the truth regarding her father’s murder two years earlier. Upon meeting the marshal, however, she is shocked and dismayed to discover that he is none other than the man who gunned her father down that fateful night.

Though Clive Brookstone was an evil man who needed killing, the knowledge that he left a young woman orphaned tore at Nathan Haskin’s conscience from the moment he pulled the trigger, and he has secretly provided for Emma’s needs since that day. Certain that hearing about her father’s legacy of lawless violence would break her heart, he concealed it from her, but now that she has returned to Bannack her persistence eventually prompts him to tell her the full story.

To make matters more complicated, Nathan finds his desire to protect Emma quickly growing into a powerful need to tame and possess her, and when her foolish behavior puts her safety at risk he doesn’t hesitate to take her in hand and spank her soundly. His stern chastisement leaves her furious yet helplessly aroused, and it isn’t long before he claims her hard and thoroughly.

In her heart, Emma knows what Nathan tells her is true—that her father’s death was just—but writhing in ecstasy as she is utterly dominated by the man who killed him fills her with shame nonetheless, and she does her best to deny her lust for the handsome marshal. Will the day ever come when she can put aside the past and surrender herself fully to the man she once hated?

Publisher’s Note: Emma’s Surrender includes sexual scenes and spankings. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

Read the First Chapter for Free on Amelia’s Blog: https://ameliasmarts.com/emmas-surrender-by-amelia-smarts/

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Excerpt – Erotic Spanking and Reluctant Consent

“You can’t do this!” she snarled at him. “I am not your… plaything!” she spat. “Or your pet. You can’t command me and expect me to roll over like a dog.”

His eyes narrowed into a predatory stare, and he chuckled darkly. “I can, I will, and you should know better than to come between a wolf and his meal, pet,” he said, using her own word.

He drew himself up so that he stood towering over her. With a callused hand, he grabbed an ankle, flipped her on her stomach, and gave her bottom a smack. She let out a surprised squeal when his hand fell again, stinging the same place. He continued to strike the flat of his palm in measured splats across each cheek. She yelped at each swat but enjoyed the punishment so much that she pressed her bottom into his hand every time it fell. How completely he had mastered her, when even the pain he inflicted felt like pleasure.

His victorious laugh filled the room. “Oh, you’re a naughty one, aren’t you, pet?” he said as his palm crashed against her bare skin for the final time.

When she didn’t answer, he wrapped his hand around her hair and tugged her head up so that they were cheek to cheek. “Aren’t you?” he growled.

“Yes!” she gasped, her scalp and bottom tingling, her stomach somersaulting.

The stubble of his beard scraped her cheek lightly as he moved his lips to the shell of her ear. “Say it,” he said in a harsh whisper. “Say, ‘I’ve been a bad girl, trying to deny what I want to the man who can give it to me.’”

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Other Spanking Romances by Amelia Smarts

Corralling Callie – Jude has his hands full with Callie. She’s sassy and disobedient, but when she puts aside her foul-mouthed, defiant façade, the real Callie is as sweet and kind as she is beautiful. http://amzn.to/2iPVdPB

Claimed by the Mountain Man – Jack’s stern chastisement and bold mastery of her body leave Nettie begging for more, but is she truly ready to give up her freedom to be claimed by the mountain man? http://amzn.to/2b5SymF

His Little Red Lily – Innocent farm girl asks repeatedly to be hired as an entertainer, but the saloon owner has different ideas about where a stubborn, disobedient little girl belongs. http://amzn.to/1TouqoF

Fetching Charlotte Rose – A proud young woman learns lessons in love and safety when a no-nonsense man sweeps her off of her feet… and over his lap. http://amzn.to/1U3FCJJ

About Amelia Smarts

#1 Amazon Bestseller in Historical Erotica and Erotic Westerns!

I'm an author of romance novels featuring domestic discipline/spanking. Usually my stories involve a cowboy, and they always involve a man's firm hand connecting with a woman's naughty backside. It's important to me that I tell a good story in addition to portraying hot sex and discipline scenes. I write complex, flawed heroes and heroines who struggle and succeed in their journey to love and happiness. If you'd like to talk books with me, feel free to drop me a note at amelia_smarts@yahoo.com. Happy reading!

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Guest post:  Morganna Williams starts off my week of hosting some awesome authors with a look at her newest release, CAPTIVE DESIRE.

Check out this sexy cover and even sexier excerpt!

Blurb for Captive Desire 

Jack and Morganna are at it again, tag teaming up a set of stories for you!

In our first tale, Laurel McGovern is a timid woman who's been raised by her overbearing uncle, Albert. Even as an adult, he kept her under thumb, working for him and living in one of his buildings. But all of that is about to change...

Mark is used to having his way with women. When one catches his off-guard and ties him up, a mixture of anger and lust form inside of him. He needs his mystery Goddess, in many more ways than he can explain. What happens when he discovers the timid waif Laurel is his fierce Goddess?

For our second story, we find ourselves in New York, circa 1962, following the Lust demon Roxanne yet again. Her master, Beelzebub has sent her here with one task in mind - to execute the assassination of JFK. Now what she does as long as that task is performed is up to her.

With New York and Dallas as her playgrounds, Roxanne rediscovers the humanity inside of her that one Captain Argus Fletcher helped cultivate centuries prior. Will Roxanne submit to her master's will? Or will she find the inner strength that's always been just beneath the surface. Red With Lust answers all these questions, and more!

*Publisher note - Captive Desire is a re-mastered edition of a web story first published on author's blog. This book contains spanking of adult women and sexual situations, if this offends you do not buy this book.

Buy Link:

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Excerpt 1:

Mark ran his tongue over dry lips as he came to. He pulled at his arms – then frowned. Looking up, he realized he was tied to the bed...looking down he realized he was also completely naked.

All he remembered was a curvy woman with a riot of untamed curls falling around her masked face. He’d been at the Annual Masquerade Ball benefiting the Children’s hospital bored when she’d walked up and offered him a glass of champagne.

Her throaty voice had shot straight to his groin, “You look thirsty.” She’d said with a smile, an impish dimple winking in her cheek as she looked up at him. Mark had wanted her with an intensity he’d never before known; everything in him aching to possess her…he’d been looking forward to unmasking his temptress, he knew that but then his memory got fuzzy.

How had he ended up here?

“W … Would you like something to drink?”

Mark looked up at the hesitant voice from the doorway. It was her, the light from the hall behind lighting her glorious hair on fire.

“What’s going on here?” he asked sternly.

She sighed, biting her lip pensively, “I’m sorry for drugging you, the man I got it from promised it wouldn’t hurt you and that you’d only be out for a small time. I took the chance because it was the only way I could think of to get you here.”

“You couldn’t have just asked me up?” he asked incredulously.

“Not without properly introducing myself. I didn’t want to do that…I wanted a night of fantasy.”

He frowned, suddenly more than a little nervous, “What exactly is your fantasy, lady?”

She smiled, revealing the small dimple in her left cheek that had driven him wild earlier, “You are.”

“I am what?” Mark asked.

“You’re my fantasy,” she said simply.  “I’ll go get you some water from the fridge in the other room.”

She hurried out of the room and he was left staring at the empty doorway. Mark hated feeling helpless but he was intrigued by the idea of being the fantasy of this Goddess. He decided to go with it and see what happened sure he’d get the opportunity to take her to task for having the audacity of basically kidnapping him and tying him naked to a bed.

His eyes narrowed as he thought of how dangerous this could have been for her if she’d chosen a different type of man to play these games with; Mark would definitely paddle her ass but another man might have really hurt her.

Mark was surprised how angry the thought of another man touching her made him, the possessiveness he felt for a woman whose name he didn’t even know was unusual for him to say the least.

His Goddess returned to the room, leaning over to lift his head for the water…the scent of jasmine and vanilla enveloping him. She helped him drink most of the bottle before he signaled that he’d had enough.

Mark was surprised how much he wanted her back leaning over him when she moved away. He wanted to wallow in her scent until it covered him, became a part of him. He shook his head with a frown. What was wrong with him? Whatever drug she’d slipped him must still be affecting him.

“I promise you won’t be hurt,” she said softly studying him almost wistfully.  “I just wanted to be with you without revealing too much of myself. This was the only way I could think of to accomplish that, but I don’t want to hurt you...far from it”

He watched her as she stood, setting the bottle on the nightstand by the bed. She was dressed in a creamy silk robe, and by the interesting movement of her body, he surmised that beneath it, she was nude.

Those golden curls hung down her back in a tousled mass that begged a man to lose himself in it. The silly mask from the ball still covered the top part of her face, yet something was familiar about those lips and the dimple…a memory niggled at the edge of his mind but he couldn’t quite catch it.

Suddenly, she seemed quite unsure of herself as she stood there fidgeting with the belt on her robe. His Goddess was showing signs of bolting.

Mark realized he didn’t want her to chicken out; his cock was so hard with need it stood at an almost ninety degree angle…he loved the way her eyes darted to and from his raging erection a slight tinge of pink filling her cheeks.

He desperately needed her to finish what she’d started…he could sort it all out later…sort her out…but now, he wanted everything she’d been subtly promising from the moment they met.

“Losing your nerve, Goddess?” Mark asked tauntingly, watching her jaw firm with resolve. Good girl!

***

Laurel’s chin lifted defiantly at the challenge in his tone. He was right, sweet little Laurel would never do anything so bold, but tonight she wasn’t Laurel.

She was the Goddess he’d just called her and could do anything she wanted.

She felt him watching as her determined fingers moved to the sash of her robe, “Just so you know … when I get loose, I’m going to paddle that sweet ass of yours … and then, I’m going to take you, until you beg me to stop.”

Thanks for sharing, Morganna!

Thank you for stopping by Saturday Spanks!  My tidbit offering today comes from my new release, DANGEROUS INTERFERENCE. 

#Saturdayspanks   #spanking    #menage   #suspense   #BJWane

After her sister goes missing, Alena Malloy travels to Blue Springs, Maine—her sister’s last known location—to track her down. As she begins her search, however, Alena’s efforts quickly bring her into conflict with Randy Janzen, the local sheriff, and Nash Osbourne, a Scotland Yard detective involved in the case due to its similarity with a recent disappearance in the UK.

Randy and Nash make it quite clear to Alena that they expect her to avoid interfering with their work, and when she defies them one time too many she earns herself a painful, embarrassing bare-bottom spanking. The humiliating punishment ignites a powerful desire in Alena, and despite her sore backside she finds herself yearning to be mastered more thoroughly.

The two stern, handsome lawmen agree to share Alena, and soon enough she is begging for more as she is taken long and hard by both of them at once. But when Alena’s continued meddling in the investigation puts her life in grave danger, will Randy and Nash be able to protect her?

Publisher’s Note: Dangerous Interference includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

My eight sentence snippet takes place after Alena defies the sheriff's order to move her boat from the private cove where she had been spying on the lake house where her sister was last seen.

Just because Bryan no longer hung around outside didn’t mean Randy could let this infraction slide, nor did he want to. His palm had itched to connect with Alena Malloy’s ass since she’d stormed out of his office two days ago. Coupled with her insistence on jeopardizing his and Nash’s plans to keep attending Bryan’s parties as guests in the hopes of uncovering something that would give them a new lead, she had just forced him to act on his threats.

Leaping aboard, he stalked right up to her and glared down into her wary but defiant green eyes. “You deliberately defied my order, Alena. As I don’t think just issuing you another warning will do any good, you’ve left me with no choice but to act.”

He surprised her with a yank that brought her into full frontal contact with his rock-hard body, then shocked her when he made good on his threat as he twisted and bent her over one muscle-bulging arm. But it was her body’s response to the painful smacks he leveled on her upturned butt that astounded her, the unmistakable arousal simmering beneath the heat building across her buttocks impossible to ignore or deny.

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New release coming January 6!

Previously titled The Lakehouse Secrets, DANNGEROUS INTERFERENCE is an erotic spanking/menage suspense from Stormy Night Publications.  Enjoy this short scene and check back Friday for the buy link.

It didn’t take him long to spot her boat rental moored in an alcove around the bend from Bryan’s private dock. Shaking his head, he counted himself lucky she didn’t realize she wasn’t as hidden as she thought. Pulling into the entrance to the Hirst property, clearly marked with a sign and double iron gates barring entry down the long graveled drive, he hopped out of his Jeep and bypassed the gate on foot through the woods. A few minutes later, he found her crouched at the back door, using a nail file as she attempted to jimmy the lock, curses flying right and left as she met with failure at each small twist.

Bent over, he took a moment to admire her lush ass nicely displayed in loose, thin shorts, her long legs conjuring up fantasies of the feel of those soft thighs clutching his waist as he rode her hard. He took another moment to indulge in a few more scenarios before he forced them to the back of his mind in order to focus on the problem at hand.

He grinned, anticipation zinging through his veins as he stepped forward and took her by surprise. “Problem, luv?”

With a squeal that made her blanch in mortification, Alena whirled around and found Nash Osborne not two feet from her. How the hell had he snuck up on her? Those cobalt blue eyes held amusement, but the stern set of his very enticing mouth told her she was in trouble. Again.

Taking heart he wasn’t the law, just a friend of the law, she bent to retrieve her purse and dropped her nail file in it, trying to act as if she hadn’t been caught doing anything illegal. “No, English, no problem. Just out for a stroll, thought I’d ask for a glass of water, but it appears no one’s home, so I’ll be on my way.”

She moved to walk around him when he wrapped his large hand around her upper arm, stopping her with his gentle, but firm grip. Glancing up, his look confirmed she was in trouble before he spoke.

“Had a nice chat with the beauty shop owner, Cora Sue, 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 pasted on 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 had zeroed in on and refused to let go?

“Randy already tried that,” she responded, attempting 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?”

HAPPY NEW YEAR TO ALL OF MY WONDERFUL READERS AND AUTHOR FRIENDS WHO HAVE MADE 2016 SUCH A WONDERFUL YEAR FOR ME AND THE START OF 2017 LOOK SO PROMISING!

UPCOMING RELEASES FOR 2017:

January 6 - THE LAKEHOUSE SECRETS

This book will probably have a different title but comes out Friday by Stormy Night Publications.  Check the WIP bloghop on the 4th and Saturday Spanks on the 7th for sneak peaks!

Currently I'm working on book 2 of an erotic mystery trilogy - shooting for Blushing Books April releases of all three books that revolve around a murder mystery.  I'll be posting snippets on the WIP and Saturday Spanks bloghops soon!