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Tuesday, October 28, 2014

Cara is Visiting! Yay!



I am so excited to have Cara on today to share and excerpt from her brand new book Warrior, the third in her Breeder series.





Warrior (Breeder 3) blurb

A female fighting for freedom.  A male armed with determination. Can they save their people?
As a despotic Qalin marches through Parseon intent on conquering every province, Commander Marlix pledges his sister to another Alpha to protect her. Desperate to decide her own fate, Anika flees and finds refuge with the guerilla resistance movement against Qalin. Marlix’s aide Urazi hunts her down to bring her home to fulfill her duty. But when love blossoms between them, and provinces fall to Qalin, Anika and Urazi realize home has ceased to exist, and they are all that stand between the people of Parseon and the end of the world.
Warrior is the third and final book of the Breeder science fiction romance series, but it can be read as a stand-alone.

Warrior (Breeder 3) excerpt 



“If I had not killed Grogan, he would have beaten and used you.”
Urazi had witnessed Grogan striking her, so the first part came as no surprise, but how could he have known the alpha had intended to avail himself of her?
“Do you think I could not read his behavior? That I did not notice him rubbing himself against you? Do you think I am mentally deficient?” Urazi growled. “If I had not intervened, you would have joined forces against Marlix, Dak, and Ilian without knowing it.”
Anika’s face heated with guilt and shame.
“You are impulsive! Rash,” Urazi continued to rail. “You fled without concern for the consequences.”
“I knew the consequences! Marlix would have sent me to Ilian.”
Urazi looked away. “Commander Ilian would have kept you safe.”
“Maybe safety represents the greatest danger of all.”
“Your words do not make sense.”
“I wish to choose what I do. “
“Protocol makes the choice for you.”
“Protocol. Protocol. Protocol! I am sick of Protocol.” Anika stomped around, too angry to remain still.
“It is the way. Our way.”
Our way allowed Corren, Commander Dak’s beta, to slit my throat and leave me for dead.” Anika traced the fine scar bisecting her neck. “It allowed Qalin’s guards to hunt Tara and me, to kill Tara’s friend Ramon.”
“That is not the fault of Protocol, but of the individuals involved,” Urazi said.
Anika shook her head. “No. It creates the environment that encourages such behavior.”
“That is incor—”
“Protocol allows the male offspring of my sire to send me to whomever he wishes without concern for my desires.” Anika cut him off.
“Ilian is Alpha. He is the best possible choice for you.”
“Qalin is Alpha, too. Would he not be a best possible choice?”
“Now you speak rubbish.” Urazi turned away.
“You know I am right.”
“I know we all have our duty. In obedience, we achieve honor.”
“Easy for you to say. You are male. Your duty affords you some choices.”
“I am beta. Do you not think I wish for more?” Urazi whipped around, his gray eyes ablaze. “But I owe my allegiance to Parseon and to my Alpha! I accept that.”
“Well, I do not!” If she had a hammer she would not be able to pound understanding into his stony male brain. He would never empathize with her position. No male could. Anika clenched her hands into fists. If she were a male, she would have punched him by now. Old and new resentments ballooned. If she could not calm herself, she would explode. She would punch him. Anika stomped toward the forest.
“Come back here!”
She ignored him. He did not get a choice in the matter. Let him see what it was like to have one’s wishes overruled.
“Anika, I warn you….” Urazi’s voice hardened.

She faltered, responding to the command, habit and lifelong training overruling self-determination. But only if she let it. I am more than what I have been taught. Anika whirled around, folded all her fingers except for the middle one, and showed him her hand. Tara had called it flipping the coro and explained it was a very rude, dismissive gesture on Terra. It would be more satisfying if Urazi knew what it meant, but, for now, it was enough that she did. She spun around and marched toward the woods.

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Cara Bristol bio

Cara Bristol continues to evolve, adding new subgenres of erotic romance to her repertoire. She has written spanking romance, contemporary romance, paranormal, and science fiction romance. No matter what the genre, one thing remains constant: her emphasis on character-driven seriously hot erotic stories with sizzling chemistry between the hero and heroine. Cara has lived many places in the United States, but currently lives in Missouri with her husband. She has two grown stepkids. When she’s not writing, she enjoys reading and traveling.

Monday, October 20, 2014

Thianna is Visiting! She telling us about the Chemistry of Attraction!


Chemistry of Attraction






Take one hot summer. Add in an intellectual chemist and a dominant retired Marine. Once the chemistry ignites, combustion is soon to follow.




Chemistry of Attraction
By Thianna D









Goodreads link https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/23257768-chemistry-of-attraction

Buy links

Thianna D - http://www.thiannad.com/2014/09/chemistry-of-attraction.htmlAmazon - http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B00OBIB52O/ref=as_li_tl?ie=UTF8&camp=1789&creative=390957&creativeASIN=B00OBIB52O&linkCode=as2&tag=thithocou-20&linkId=PVZCGVF7EOD5YINABarnes and Noble - http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/chemistry-of-attraction-thianna-d/1120509499?ean=2940150688773Blushing Books = http://www.blushingbooks.com/index.php?l=product_detail&p=3044

Marketing copy:

Retired Marine Brandon Delt, moves to Corbin’s Bend after his recently divorced wife marries his cousin. Tired of living a non-discipline lifestyle, he fully welcomes the openness of the Corbin’s Bend spanking community. One day he hopes to meet the woman he could make his TiH. He doesn’t expect to meet her on day one.

Carodine Minor’s just in Corbin’s Bend for the summer. Just graduated with her master’s degree in chemistry, Dina isn’t sure of her next step in life. Not once has she ever considered being spanked. Logical woman that she is, when she finds herself intrigued by the idea of a hand across her derriere, she asks for a demonstration from Brandon. One demo turns into a wild night of passion neither wants to let go of.

Take one hot summer. Add in an intellectual chemist and a dominant retired Marine. Once the chemistry ignites, combustion is soon to follow.


Excerpt:

“You look handsome in your uniform,” she said before quickly realizing how that could be taken. “Not that you aren’t already handsome. I mean you’re drop-dead gorgeous of course and I’m still not sure what you—”


Warm lips pressed against her own and with a sigh, she wrapped her arms around his shoulders and clung to him as he lightly nipped her bottom lip. “Don’t be nervous,” he murmured, his lips trailing over her cheek. “I won’t harm you, Dina.”


Laughing softly, she leaned against him. “I never mean to insult people, but it seems to be a gift. I didn’t want you to think I didn’t think you good looking because I do.”


“I can tell.” She could hear the smile in his voice. “And just for the record, even though I’ve said it before. You’re absolutely stunning, Carodine Minor. And I definitely want you.” The growl in those last five words made her gulp even as he pulled her hips close and she felt his hard length through his pants. As her breath caught in her throat, he kissed her again before pulling back. “Let’s get comfortable,” he said in encouragement, reaching forward and unbuttoning the front of her dress.


It had never occurred to her when she put the dress on what a brilliant idea it was. The large buttons were quite easy for him to pop open and when he reached the last one, with one flick of his wrists, it slid off her shoulders and she let it drop to the floor. Standing in front of him in her bra, panties, garter belt, and heels, she felt like some strange porn movie – chemists who do porn – and was about to wrap her arms in front of herself when she looked up into his face.


He was captivated. His eyes devoured her and for the first time in her life, she felt beautiful. And sexy. Brandon’s fingers slid down her body slowly, his fingertips rubbing on the edge where her bra met skin. Each touch flashed fire across her skin and as the memory of their morning came to her, she knew what she wanted and needed. “Spank me,” she breathed, watching him.


Author Bio:

 
Thianna D. likes to say she’s eclectic, fun, and just a bit naughty. She writes erotica and erotic romance with both M/F and M/M main characters. No matter what she writes, all the hot scenes support the story instead of the other way around. 
She’s also the creator of and acquisition editor for the Corbin’s Bend spanking romance series. Who else wants to be safe, secure, and spanked in Colorado?


Where you can find her:


Thianna’s Website - http://www.thiannad.com/
Thianna’s Blog - http://blog.thiannad.com/
Corbin’s Bend - http://www.corbinsbend.com/
Facebook Author Page - https://www.facebook.com/AuthorThiannaD
Twitter - https://twitter.com/the_weremouse
Pinterest - http://www.pinterest.com/thiannad/
Goodreads - https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/6569172.Thianna_D_

Saturday, October 4, 2014

Cover reveal for Saturday Spankings! My first FF!



Hello everyone and welcome to Saturday Spankings! Today for the first time I'm going to share a snippet from my new Corbin's Bend series 2 novella The One She LOVES. We first met Carol and Crystal in Leading The Way. Please keep in mind that this is still unedited. 



In this conversation, Carol and her friends from Leading The Way are having one of their coffee sessions. The talk turns to pregnancy and birth. At first Carol is a little bored but then it dawns on her that she may have actually missed out on something by not being the one to carry her daughter or to give birth.  






I felt instant love when Brianna was born.” She tried to keep the defensiveness out of her voice but it was hard. It grated on her when people assumed that she wasn't just as much of a mother to Bri as Crystal. There had been some resentment. Such a tiny bit that she'd been able to push it away when it surfaced. She had felt joy, but it had been Crystal's tummy the baby had been placed on the minute her daughter was born. It was Crystal's breast that she had suckled. When Crystal went back to work she became the Mommy but it was still Crystal's expressed milk that gave their daughter sustenance.

“And maybe that will be enough for you.” Sienna said. 

“Hmm.” Carol said. “You know what? I don't think it will. I think I would like to give birth.”



Possible blurb

Carol and Crystal love the lives they share in Corbin's Ben with their nine year old daughter Brianna.
Carol is a taken in hand bundle of fun but she is not a Susie homemaker. Their house is often times a mess. She'd rather spend time living life than cleaning. She loves Crystal, Brianna and spending time with her friends. She often finds herself over her girlfriends knee for a bare bottomed spanking for getting her priorities wrong.
Crystal is a fire-fighter and the head of their loving home. She's fit, neat and organised. Apart from her career, Carol and Brianna are her world, and while she knows friendships are important, she feels somewhat threatened by how much her girl shares with her friends and not with her.
When Carol decides she wants a baby, it throws their house into a spin. Crystal isn't sure and wants to wait.
When Carol's three naughty friends from Leading the Way (4th in the Corbin's Series) see how disappointed their friend is, they help the young mom go on a sperm search with hilarious results. Only problem is, Crystal knows nothing about their hijinks.
Can a punishment fix this mess or will what Crystal sees as disloyalty tear them apart?


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Saturday, September 27, 2014

Saturday Spankings Time!!



Morning all! I hope you don't mind a little more of The Billionaire and The Waitress. Last week Our billionaire and his waitress were getting all hot and heavy. Today they're still at it!




The walk to the bedroom with Chelsea’s legs wrapped around him was the longest of his life. She trailed tiny kisses along his jawline, making his already erect cock painfully hard as her wet panties pressed against his lower belly. Josh needed to lose his pants sooner than later, but first, he had to feel that ass. He pressed her up against a wall long enough to wriggle his hands into the back of her panties. He kneaded those delicious cheeks while he kissed her long and hard.
“Oh, yes, that feels so good,” Chelsea said through ragged breaths. “Spank me.”
“Oh, darlin’, I certainly will.” He chuckled at her look of fright. She’d surprised him with her request, but by the look on her face, she’d downright terrified herself. 


Blurb

Josh Wheeler hadn’t come to this small-town diner looking for romance—this was a business trip—but when Chelsea Patterson walks up to his table work takes a back seat in a hurry. By the end of the day, Josh is absolutely sure of one thing: Chelsea is something special. After years spent resisting the advances of women enchanted only by his money, he isn’t going to let a girl like this slip through his fingers. The feisty waitress needs a man to tame her and Josh is more than ready to be that man, even if it means taking her over his knee for a good, hard spanking.


The last thing Chelsea needs is another guy trying to get into her pants, but Josh is like no man she has known before. It isn’t the helicopter rides to his mansion or the private chef which impress her. What sets her heart racing is the way he looks at her like a man who wants her—all of her—not as a good time for a night but as his for life.


And then there are the spankings… Chelsea never suspected that the mere threat of one could leave her blushing and weak in the knees, but she can barely contain her desire when Josh makes it clear that he is the kind of man who will bare her bottom and spank her soundly when she is naughty. But when Josh asks her to leave her job and move in with him after only a few weeks, Chelsea’s initial doubts resurface. Could he really want her as anything more than a trophy?



Excerpt:


“Josh, put me down! I didn’t mean it!”
Ignoring her, he sat on one of the desks, not even bothering to remove the plastic paint protector. “Didn’t I tell you that it was naughty to throw paint at people?” He flipped her over his knee.
“Wait! What are you doing?” Was he actually going to spank her?
“I’m going to spank your cute behind.” He ran his hand over her round bottom.
“But you can’t!” she squeaked.
“Oh, I think I can. You do the crime, you pay the time.” He brought his hand down with a loud smack.
“Oh my God! You actually smacked me!” She kicked her legs and wriggled sideways. Chelsea tried to get off his knee, but not very hard. Shock hit her hard, but she wasn’t horrified; that surprised her. Surely she didn’t want him to spank her over his knee like she was five years old. Did she? Another sharp smack fell to match the first and she couldn’t think straight.
“Oh my God!” he mimicked with a chuckle. “Just remember why you’re here, missy; you actually flicked paint at me. Twice.” His hand bounced off her blue jeans in a flurry of spanks.
“Stop that!” she squealed, laughing at the same time.
“You, little minx, don’t get to decide when I stop.”
Those words rang in Chelsea’s ears. Little minx. She was still digesting the fluttery feeling the nickname gave her as another flurry of spanks got her attention. Her bottom was definitely getting warmer and her girly bits were tingling. An insistent throb between her legs got more intense every time Josh’s hand connected. She wanted to touch herself to relieve that dreadful ache. Better still, she wanted him to touch her. Who would have thought that a spanking could feel so good? Chelsea was so distracted with need that she didn’t even notice that Josh had stopped swatting the back of her jeans.
“I hope you’ll be a good girl now,” Josh said, holding her hips between his legs after he’d helped her to stand. “I wouldn’t want to have to take down those jeans and spank your bare bottom.”
Oh my God, she was unable to put together a thought, she was so turned on by this game. “Um, define good.” Shit, had she said that out loud? She was trying to think of a way to explain what she was thinking without telling the truth. What she really wanted to do was be anything but good so he would take down her jeans, but telling Josh that would be embarrassing beyond belief. She tried to reverse her statement’s damage. “I mean yes, I’ll be good.” Geez Louise, had she lost the power to control her mouth, or was it just her thoughts?
Josh burst out laughing.
Could he read her mind? She felt odd, but good odd, not bad odd. “Oh,” a small moan escaped as he pinched her freshly spanked cheeks.
“I think you like being a naughty girl.”
She was speechless, which was just as well because his lips lowered to hers. He kissed her good and hard, bringing back the tingle, making her want to grind her crotch against him. By the time she’d managed to get herself together, he had moved and set her down where he’d been sitting.
“Like I said. Be a good girl, or else.” He picked up the paint roller and started working again.
“Maybe,” she said, almost under her breath.






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Saturday, September 20, 2014

The Billionaire and The Waitress on Saturday Spankings



Last time Josh had just given Chelsea a white rose. This continues after that scene only now they are canoodling on the sofa...





Half an hour later, the music had stopped and neither had even noticed. They had abandoned the dancing when their kissing had overtaken the movement. 


Josh wasn’t going to push Chelsea into anything she wasn’t ready for, but God, it would be hard to stop if she called a halt. He was lying on the sofa with the girl of his dreams in his arms. Her light skirt had hiked up around her waist and his hands were resting on her panties, tiny patches of warm skin teasing him through soft lace as she ground herself against him. His cute redhead was obviously feeling his frustration; she threw her head back to give him access to her neck, the hem of his T-shirt grasped tightly in her fingers as she tried to get underneath it.


 It was all the invitation he needed. 

“Bedroom?” she panted against his neck when he tried to lift her from his body. 

“Oh, yeah,” he said, standing and scooping her into his arms. “I want more room.” This was the first time he’d ever had a woman in his bed in this house. He’d mentally reserved it for the right time, the right woman. Every fiber of his being was screaming at him that this was the woman and the moment


Blurb

Josh Wheeler hadn’t come to this small-town diner looking for romance—this was a business trip—but when Chelsea Patterson walks up to his table work takes a back seat in a hurry. By the end of the day, Josh is absolutely sure of one thing: Chelsea is something special. After years spent resisting the advances of women enchanted only by his money, he isn’t going to let a girl like this slip through his fingers. The feisty waitress needs a man to tame her and Josh is more than ready to be that man, even if it means taking her over his knee for a good, hard spanking.


The last thing Chelsea needs is another guy trying to get into her pants, but Josh is like no man she has known before. It isn’t the helicopter rides to his mansion or the private chef which impress her. What sets her heart racing is the way he looks at her like a man who wants her—all of her—not as a good time for a night but as his for life.


And then there are the spankings… Chelsea never suspected that the mere threat of one could leave her blushing and weak in the knees, but she can barely contain her desire when Josh makes it clear that he is the kind of man who will bare her bottom and spank her soundly when she is naughty. But when Josh asks her to leave her job and move in with him after only a few weeks, Chelsea’s initial doubts resurface. Could he really want her as anything more than a trophy?



Excerpt:


“Josh, put me down! I didn’t mean it!”
Ignoring her, he sat on one of the desks, not even bothering to remove the plastic paint protector. “Didn’t I tell you that it was naughty to throw paint at people?” He flipped her over his knee.
“Wait! What are you doing?” Was he actually going to spank her?
“I’m going to spank your cute behind.” He ran his hand over her round bottom.
“But you can’t!” she squeaked.
“Oh, I think I can. You do the crime, you pay the time.” He brought his hand down with a loud smack.
“Oh my God! You actually smacked me!” She kicked her legs and wriggled sideways. Chelsea tried to get off his knee, but not very hard. Shock hit her hard, but she wasn’t horrified; that surprised her. Surely she didn’t want him to spank her over his knee like she was five years old. Did she? Another sharp smack fell to match the first and she couldn’t think straight.
“Oh my God!” he mimicked with a chuckle. “Just remember why you’re here, missy; you actually flicked paint at me. Twice.” His hand bounced off her blue jeans in a flurry of spanks.
“Stop that!” she squealed, laughing at the same time.
“You, little minx, don’t get to decide when I stop.”
Those words rang in Chelsea’s ears. Little minx. She was still digesting the fluttery feeling the nickname gave her as another flurry of spanks got her attention. Her bottom was definitely getting warmer and her girly bits were tingling. An insistent throb between her legs got more intense every time Josh’s hand connected. She wanted to touch herself to relieve that dreadful ache. Better still, she wanted him to touch her. Who would have thought that a spanking could feel so good? Chelsea was so distracted with need that she didn’t even notice that Josh had stopped swatting the back of her jeans.
“I hope you’ll be a good girl now,” Josh said, holding her hips between his legs after he’d helped her to stand. “I wouldn’t want to have to take down those jeans and spank your bare bottom.”
Oh my God, she was unable to put together a thought, she was so turned on by this game. “Um, define good.” Shit, had she said that out loud? She was trying to think of a way to explain what she was thinking without telling the truth. What she really wanted to do was be anything but good so he would take down her jeans, but telling Josh that would be embarrassing beyond belief. She tried to reverse her statement’s damage. “I mean yes, I’ll be good.” Geez Louise, had she lost the power to control her mouth, or was it just her thoughts?
Josh burst out laughing.
Could he read her mind? She felt odd, but good odd, not bad odd. “Oh,” a small moan escaped as he pinched her freshly spanked cheeks.
“I think you like being a naughty girl.”
She was speechless, which was just as well because his lips lowered to hers. He kissed her good and hard, bringing back the tingle, making her want to grind her crotch against him. By the time she’d managed to get herself together, he had moved and set her down where he’d been sitting.
“Like I said. Be a good girl, or else.” He picked up the paint roller and started working again.
“Maybe,” she said, almost under her breath.





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Saturday, August 30, 2014

Saturday Spanking with The Billionaire



Hi everyone and happy Saturday. This week Josh has taken Cheslea for her first visit to his mansion and they are sharing a kiss. 




He lowered his head and kissed her softly, savoring the feel of her soft plump lips on his. He loved Chelsea’s mouth; the feel, the shape of it. He loved the slight twist at the corners. She always looked like she was about to smile. He kissed her again, this time savoring the taste as her tongue met his own.
“Although, I think I believe you said something about dancing and a rose?” she grinned.
“I haven’t forgotten. Wait here.” He hurried out to the formal living room and collected a giant bunch of white roses. “I hope you like white ones.” 



Blurb

Josh Wheeler hadn’t come to this small-town diner looking for romance—this was a business trip—but when Chelsea Patterson walks up to his table work takes a back seat in a hurry. By the end of the day, Josh is absolutely sure of one thing: Chelsea is something special. After years spent resisting the advances of women enchanted only by his money, he isn’t going to let a girl like this slip through his fingers. The feisty waitress needs a man to tame her and Josh is more than ready to be that man, even if it means taking her over his knee for a good, hard spanking.


The last thing Chelsea needs is another guy trying to get into her pants, but Josh is like no man she has known before. It isn’t the helicopter rides to his mansion or the private chef which impress her. What sets her heart racing is the way he looks at her like a man who wants her—all of her—not as a good time for a night but as his for life.


And then there are the spankings… Chelsea never suspected that the mere threat of one could leave her blushing and weak in the knees, but she can barely contain her desire when Josh makes it clear that he is the kind of man who will bare her bottom and spank her soundly when she is naughty. But when Josh asks her to leave her job and move in with him after only a few weeks, Chelsea’s initial doubts resurface. Could he really want her as anything more than a trophy?



Excerpt:


“Josh, put me down! I didn’t mean it!”
Ignoring her, he sat on one of the desks, not even bothering to remove the plastic paint protector. “Didn’t I tell you that it was naughty to throw paint at people?” He flipped her over his knee.
“Wait! What are you doing?” Was he actually going to spank her?
“I’m going to spank your cute behind.” He ran his hand over her round bottom.
“But you can’t!” she squeaked.
“Oh, I think I can. You do the crime, you pay the time.” He brought his hand down with a loud smack.
“Oh my God! You actually smacked me!” She kicked her legs and wriggled sideways. Chelsea tried to get off his knee, but not very hard. Shock hit her hard, but she wasn’t horrified; that surprised her. Surely she didn’t want him to spank her over his knee like she was five years old. Did she? Another sharp smack fell to match the first and she couldn’t think straight.
“Oh my God!” he mimicked with a chuckle. “Just remember why you’re here, missy; you actually flicked paint at me. Twice.” His hand bounced off her blue jeans in a flurry of spanks.
“Stop that!” she squealed, laughing at the same time.
“You, little minx, don’t get to decide when I stop.”
Those words rang in Chelsea’s ears. Little minx. She was still digesting the fluttery feeling the nickname gave her as another flurry of spanks got her attention. Her bottom was definitely getting warmer and her girly bits were tingling. An insistent throb between her legs got more intense every time Josh’s hand connected. She wanted to touch herself to relieve that dreadful ache. Better still, she wanted him to touch her. Who would have thought that a spanking could feel so good? Chelsea was so distracted with need that she didn’t even notice that Josh had stopped swatting the back of her jeans.
“I hope you’ll be a good girl now,” Josh said, holding her hips between his legs after he’d helped her to stand. “I wouldn’t want to have to take down those jeans and spank your bare bottom.”
Oh my God, she was unable to put together a thought, she was so turned on by this game. “Um, define good.” Shit, had she said that out loud? She was trying to think of a way to explain what she was thinking without telling the truth. What she really wanted to do was be anything but good so he would take down her jeans, but telling Josh that would be embarrassing beyond belief. She tried to reverse her statement’s damage. “I mean yes, I’ll be good.” Geez Louise, had she lost the power to control her mouth, or was it just her thoughts?
Josh burst out laughing.
Could he read her mind? She felt odd, but good odd, not bad odd. “Oh,” a small moan escaped as he pinched her freshly spanked cheeks.
“I think you like being a naughty girl.”
She was speechless, which was just as well because his lips lowered to hers. He kissed her good and hard, bringing back the tingle, making her want to grind her crotch against him. By the time she’d managed to get herself together, he had moved and set her down where he’d been sitting.
“Like I said. Be a good girl, or else.” He picked up the paint roller and started working again.
“Maybe,” she said, almost under her breath.




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Saturday, August 23, 2014

The Billionaire and The Waitress for Saturday Spankings!



Hi everyone and welcome to  Saturday Spankings! Today I'm excited to share a snippet from my latest release The Billionaire and The Waitress.

In this snippet, Josh and Chelsea have been making out while they watch a movie together. They haven't, as yet, been on a proper date. Josh is a gentleman and wants to rectify that before they take things further. I went two sentences over, sorry Mistress Blake.








“You’re special, Chels. I want to take you on a proper date first. I want to buy you dinner and a rose and dance slowly to sweet music.”

When his thumbs caressed her already peaked nipples, they stiffened painfully under his gentle touch. Her panties were damp and her clit thumped, begging for attention. Her body was like a finely tuned instrument waiting to be played. “When?”

“How about tonight?”

She nodded mutely, not trusting herself to form words. She wasn’t sure anything she said would make sense. Her brain felt like a plate of spaghetti; a soft pile of twisted, boiled dough.


Blurb

Josh Wheeler hadn’t come to this small-town diner looking for romance—this was a business trip—but when Chelsea Patterson walks up to his table work takes a back seat in a hurry. By the end of the day, Josh is absolutely sure of one thing: Chelsea is something special. After years spent resisting the advances of women enchanted only by his money, he isn’t going to let a girl like this slip through his fingers. The feisty waitress needs a man to tame her and Josh is more than ready to be that man, even if it means taking her over his knee for a good, hard spanking.


The last thing Chelsea needs is another guy trying to get into her pants, but Josh is like no man she has known before. It isn’t the helicopter rides to his mansion or the private chef which impress her. What sets her heart racing is the way he looks at her like a man who wants her—all of her—not as a good time for a night but as his for life.


And then there are the spankings… Chelsea never suspected that the mere threat of one could leave her blushing and weak in the knees, but she can barely contain her desire when Josh makes it clear that he is the kind of man who will bare her bottom and spank her soundly when she is naughty. But when Josh asks her to leave her job and move in with him after only a few weeks, Chelsea’s initial doubts resurface. Could he really want her as anything more than a trophy?



Excerpt:


“Josh, put me down! I didn’t mean it!”
Ignoring her, he sat on one of the desks, not even bothering to remove the plastic paint protector. “Didn’t I tell you that it was naughty to throw paint at people?” He flipped her over his knee.
“Wait! What are you doing?” Was he actually going to spank her?
“I’m going to spank your cute behind.” He ran his hand over her round bottom.
“But you can’t!” she squeaked.
“Oh, I think I can. You do the crime, you pay the time.” He brought his hand down with a loud smack.
“Oh my God! You actually smacked me!” She kicked her legs and wriggled sideways. Chelsea tried to get off his knee, but not very hard. Shock hit her hard, but she wasn’t horrified; that surprised her. Surely she didn’t want him to spank her over his knee like she was five years old. Did she? Another sharp smack fell to match the first and she couldn’t think straight.
“Oh my God!” he mimicked with a chuckle. “Just remember why you’re here, missy; you actually flicked paint at me. Twice.” His hand bounced off her blue jeans in a flurry of spanks.
“Stop that!” she squealed, laughing at the same time.
“You, little minx, don’t get to decide when I stop.”
Those words rang in Chelsea’s ears. Little minx. She was still digesting the fluttery feeling the nickname gave her as another flurry of spanks got her attention. Her bottom was definitely getting warmer and her girly bits were tingling. An insistent throb between her legs got more intense every time Josh’s hand connected. She wanted to touch herself to relieve that dreadful ache. Better still, she wanted him to touch her. Who would have thought that a spanking could feel so good? Chelsea was so distracted with need that she didn’t even notice that Josh had stopped swatting the back of her jeans.
“I hope you’ll be a good girl now,” Josh said, holding her hips between his legs after he’d helped her to stand. “I wouldn’t want to have to take down those jeans and spank your bare bottom.”
Oh my God, she was unable to put together a thought, she was so turned on by this game. “Um, define good.” Shit, had she said that out loud? She was trying to think of a way to explain what she was thinking without telling the truth. What she really wanted to do was be anything but good so he would take down her jeans, but telling Josh that would be embarrassing beyond belief. She tried to reverse her statement’s damage. “I mean yes, I’ll be good.” Geez Louise, had she lost the power to control her mouth, or was it just her thoughts?
Josh burst out laughing.
Could he read her mind? She felt odd, but good odd, not bad odd. “Oh,” a small moan escaped as he pinched her freshly spanked cheeks.
“I think you like being a naughty girl.”
She was speechless, which was just as well because his lips lowered to hers. He kissed her good and hard, bringing back the tingle, making her want to grind her crotch against him. By the time she’d managed to get herself together, he had moved and set her down where he’d been sitting.
“Like I said. Be a good girl, or else.” He picked up the paint roller and started working again.
“Maybe,” she said, almost under her breath.



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