This week I'm sharing an excerpt from, A Sweet and Sassy Match, Book One of my Sugar Babies, Inc Series.
Sam Barringer, owner and CEO of Sugar Babies, Inc, an exclusive matchmaking company is on his first date with Johanna.
When Johanna arrives late, Sam gives her a slap on her bottom on the way into the restaurant, bringing about a discussion of his expectations should their relationship move forward, as he hopes it will.
Johanna listens to his views regarding domestic discipline in a committed relationship. Although shocked by his old-fashioned values, she's also extremely attracted to the handsome man and impressed by his honesty. However, she's not one to take an order lying down. When he tells her she's had enough to drink, reminding her she has to work in the morning, she's not amused.
“Buying you a glass of wine isn’t a problem, Jo. The problem would be in sending you home drunk, and you’ve already had three glasses. Now put your money away and stop trying to push my buttons. Believe me, you won’t like the results.”
“Push your buttons?” Jo gasped, the slight buzz she had making her voice louder than she intended.
“Yes,” Sam insisted firmly just as the waiter appeared with the coffee. Sam thanked him and slid Jo’s coffee closer to her. “Now be a good girl and drink that. Do you think I don’t know what you’re doing? You’re curious Jo. Wondering about that spank I gave you earlier? Wondering if I truly mean everything I’ve told you tonight? You’re thinking only a crazy woman would agree to the kind of dynamics I’ve described. After all, what woman would want a man so totally devoted to her that he paid attention to every little detail of her life? What woman would want a man who knew her so well that nothing slipped by him? If she was upset or angry or hurt, he would know it and do everything humanly possible to help her. A man who would care for her as if she were the most precious thing in his world, because she is.”
Jo squirmed in her seat. It was clear he meant exactly what he said. Butterflies danced in her tummy as her heartbeat thumped at her temples. Her panties were damp and it appalled her. God, yes, she thought him attractive, but now doubly so. She couldn’t imagine someone taking care of her for a change, and it was a heady thought and oh so tempting. She actually couldn’t remember the last time someone had asked her what they could do for her. Had there ever been someone to hold her when she cried, or to reassure her when she was worried or weary? Her hands trembled as she picked up the coffee cup and obeyed him. Jo knew she’d had too much to drink, but hadn’t been able to stop herself from ordering another one. This evening was nothing like she had expected, and she was truly rattled. After several sips of the strong brew, she pulled herself together.
“That’s quite a lovely picture you paint, Sam, especially for someone like me. But you already knew that, didn’t you? I don’t know how, but you did,” Jo told him, tipping her head to one side and looking quizzically at him. “The problem at the heart of such a relationship would be the loss of control, for me at least. I don’t think I could just throw myself into your arms and say, here I am, take care of me.”
“You’d be surprised at what a freeing experience that can be, Jo,” Sam said, looking into her deep blue eyes and trying not to notice how much darker the circles under them looked in only a short time. “Yes, it would involve giving up some control. I would expect a woman of mine to listen to me and trust that I always have her best interests at heart, especially when it comes to her health and safety. But as I said before, I’m not looking for a slave. There are two kinds of people in this world, Jo, the givers and the takers. The best relationships are formed when you have two givers, both parties working together to build the best union possible.”
“And you would be the giver of spankings?” she asked, leaning back in her chair and forcing her eyes to meet his squarely, despite her shaking hands.
“Yes,” Sam replied firmly. “Among other things, I would administer any discipline if it was called for.
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Welcome to the Saturday Spanks Blog Hop. If this is your first time, this hop is where a bunch of authors get together and share a snippet of one of their books or something they're working on.
It's really fun and sometimes I have to go right out and buy the darn book as I get pretty intrigued. As a matter of fact, guess who went to buy her husband a new pair of moccasins on Amazon this week and didn't have enough left on her card after last week's book buying frenzy. Yup, me.
You guys can all rest easy on my blog this week, because you can't actually buy this book yet, so see, I'm already saving you money.
Today I'm posting a snippet of my WIP (work in progress). It's actually finished, I'm just polishing it up a bit this weekend before I submit it on Monday. Then the delightful, Maggie Ryan, will take over and ever so gently point out all my mistakes and my deplorable lack of commas.
Anyway...here's a snippet from The Marriage Market, Effie, Book Three:
“I’ve never pretended to be anything other than what I am, Mr. Jordon. Just because a woman is small in stature, do not assume she is weak in spirit,” Effie spat. “Your physical appearance is also deceptive. It’s a pity that an attractive man like you is in reality, a bore.”
“Oh, you think I’m attractive?” Sam asked suspiciously. “Is this a new ploy to get your way?”
“Handsome is as handsome does, Mr. Jordon. Based on your behavior thus far I would say that your personality is somewhere between a horned toad and a slug,” she offered sweetly.
Sam burst out laughing. He couldn’t seem to help it. What a wretch this blonde terror was. As pretty as a spring morning, with a wit and tongue as biting as vinegar.
So that's it for now. You can't buy it, but feel free to want to buy it. :)
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These panties have absolutely nothing to do with 'Effie'. A dear friend sent me this pic and it kinda, sorta reminds me what my ass looked like a couple hundred years ago. I miss it.