Welcome to the Sat Spanks blog hop. This is where a group of authors get together and share a snippet of their books or a work in progress. Today I'm sharing eight sentences from my newest release. Grace, is Book Two in The Marriage Market Series.
“Shoot him, Effie! He’s a scoundrel of the worst sort, acting like he was interested in me when all he was after was the money. He didn’t concern himself one whit about why I ran away or the horrible things Horace tried to do to me. Shoot him.”
“I wish I could Gracie, I really do, but the most I can do is wound him. Would that make you happy?” Effie asked, sympathetically.
Grace appeared to think this over, while Jonah wanted to kick his own ass.
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Welcome to the My Sexy Saturday Blog Hop. First I'd like to thank Lynn Crain for letting me hop in.
If blog hops are new to you it's where a group of authors get together and share a little bit of their work.
I personally love them. As a rule I'm pretty busy. Hops let me spend a few hours at my convenience checking out new books and getting a peek at what other authors are working on. I usually end up buying a book or two as some of these snippets will draw me right in and I have to read more.
This week theme is Sexy's Got you, Babe, which immediately put the Sonny and Cher song, I've got you, Babe, in my head. I could probably sing it word for word. Yeah, I am that old.
Today I'm going to share an excerpt from the first book in my Sugar Babies, Inc. Series, A Sweet and Sassy Match. I love this story; Sam always has Johanna's back. This is their very first date and Jo arrived late. On the way into the restaurant Sam slaps her on the ass. Naturally, Jo is shocked and over dinner Sam explains the kind of relationship he's looking for.
“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.
Thanks for checking out my humble offering. This book is available from Amazon, Barnes & Noble, Blushing Books and All Romance. It also available in the Sugar Babies, Inc. boxed set with includes all four novels in the matchmaking series. Sometime this year is will also be available in paperback.
Now, hop on over and visit some of the fabulous blogs on the My Sexy Saturday Hop. Maybe you'll make some new friends and kind a new author to check out.
Welcome to the Saturday Spanks Blog Hop. If this is your first visit, a blog hop is where authors can post a short snippet from one of their books or a work in progress (WIP) on their blog. At the end of the post is a list of all the authors participating, so it makes it easy for visitors to hop from one blog post to another. You can comment, tell us what you like or don't like and ask questions. So grab a cup of your favorite beverage and enjoy the hop as you get sneak peeks into some great books.
In honor of St. Patrick's Day I'm sharing a snippet from one of my O'Malley books. The Not-So-Lucky Bridget O'Malley is a novella on sale for the month of March on Amazon and Blushing Books..
Clarice Winston isn't exactly crazy about her son's choice of bride. Bridget is pretty and smart, but hardly up for the demands of being a society wife and furthering her husband's career.
In order to show her son,Dell just how unsuitable Bridget is, Clarice invites them to a dance at the country club that happens to be on the same night as the yearly St. Patrick's Day bash at the pub owned by Bridget's brother and his wife.
No way is Bridget missing the family party, but after Dell applies an attitude adjustment, she goes along. Clarice even insists in buying Bridget's dress for the soiree and it's the ugliest dress in history. As soon as Clarice's chauffeur-driven car rounds the corner, Bridget is back in the shop, exchanging the dress for one guaranteed to make Mrs. Winston's friends sit up and take notice.
As the dress adventure continues, with negative consequences for both Bridget and her future mother-in-law, Bridget herself begins to wonder if Winston's mother may be right. Maybe she isn't the best choice of bride?
Speechless, the elder Mr. Winston gasped at the garment his son held up for his inspection. Good grief, you would never be able to find the girl inside all that pink folderol. The dress was enormous and Bridget would look like a giant cupcake. Finally he looked directly at his son and spoke.
“Where are the sheep?” he asked, trying to suppress his grin.
“Exactly,” replied Dell.
“And this is the dress your mother chose?” Dell’s father asked, shaking his head in disbelief.
“Yes sir, I’m sorry to say that it is and you know as well as I do that there could only be one possible explanation for this. The real question is, what are we going to do about it?”
Happy St. Patrick's Day and thanks or stopping by,
Welcome to the Saturday Spankings Blog Hop. Today I'm going to share a snippet from a short holiday story I wrote over the past couple of days. I had no intention of doing this, in fact I hate rushing, but I fell in love with the cover and just had to create a story to match. It's pretty short, just a glimpse into the lives of a young couple, but you can pick it up for less than it costs for a cup of good coffee, so that's something.
Cheryl loves her job at Estelle's boutique, but her paycheck keeps getting smaller and smaller with each new shipment. She doesn't see herself as a shopaholic, although her stash in the guestroom closet keeps growing.
Her husband, Troy has been brown bagging his lunch and saving all his overtime earnings for their dream vacation in Hawaii next year. He's not too happy when he accidentally discovers her packages the night before Valentine's Day.
Things get out of hand when he confronts her and before he knows it, he's promised her a spanking!
This is a short story about a couple working through their conflict on the most romantic day of the year. Sparks fly as a loving husband shows his wife that roses aren't the only red thing coming her way.
Here's my snippet from my new book, Pink Valentine
“Let’s be clear here,” her husband replied. “I’m not spanking you because you spent money even though it’s not what we agreed on. I’m going to spank you because you took a swing at me.”
“Wrong again, big boy,” she sassed, giving him another poke with her toe. “You’re not spanking me at all.”
Troy grinned. “We’ll see,” he drawled, “and if you poke me one more time with that shoe you might just get your spanking right here in this diner in front of God and everyone.”
“You lay one hand on me and I’ll divorce you quicker than you can spit,” she warned.
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Hi, welcome to the Saturday Spanks Blog Hop. If your not familiar with Sat Spanks, it's where a group of authors get together to share snippets of their work. Just click on the Saturday Spanks logo at the top of this page. It will take you to the home page where you will find a list of links to other sites where you can read exciting samples, so have fun and hop around. We love comments, so feel free to let us know what you think.
Today I'm sharing a snippet from my new book, In This Lifetime, Morgan's Journey. It may or may not be available when you read this, but it's waiting in line on Amazon.
This is the first time I've written a time travel spanking romance and I'm pretty excited about it. So, here's the blurb and a short sample. Hope you like it.
Follow me to the old west, where a time traveling former Marine, meets a spunky saloon keeper. The gun-toting troublesome female tests his patience and Morgan finds he's not as politically correct as he thought. How can he be when there's nothing he wants more than to turn the little brat over his knee? Watch the sparks fly!
Former Marine, Morgan Whittaker is but a shadow of the man he once was. Plagued by personal tragedy, his marriage in shambles; it’s no shock to him when he’s wounded while serving his last tour of duty. The only surprise is that he’s alive at all. Now he just wants to be left alone.
Despite knowing their marriage is over, Cara Whittaker finds it painful and annoying to see what her husband has become. As a last resort at helping him, along with increasing her status at the top secret government agency she works for, she offers him a once in a lifetime chance to travel back in time.
What he finds there is more than he ever dreamed. A new life, a family and love in the form of a spunky little saloon keeper in desperate need of discipline. Can he take the risk of remaining in 1880? He’s been warned not to tamper with the fragile fabric of the future, but he knows danger is coming.
Can he stop it and change his destiny or will he run out of time?
Will he once again follow the rules or will he throw caution to the wind and step up to be the man he’s meant to be?
“I guess now that I think about it, there are certain rules of propriety that need to be observed,” Mead said. “Privacy is very important, unless the young lady’s behavior in public is so blatantly offensive that a man feels justified in correcting it immediately.”
“What do you do with all those skirts and petticoats?”
“Well, if she’s unmarried, you should only spank her over her skirts, so if you want her to feel it, you have to be fairly firm. If she’s your intended, it’s acceptable to lift up her skirt, but only if she’s wearing a petticoat. If the woman is your wife, it can be on the bare and I believe in using a good stiff hairbrush if necessary. Are we talking about any particular lady here or just women in general?” Mead asked, extremely curious and struggling to hide his grin.
“Callie Mae Walker,” Morgan replied smoothly.
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Congratulations to Corinne Alexander! Corinne won the $10 Amazon gift card and something tells me she'll be spending it on books, lol. I'd like to thank everyone who read my short story and commented on my blog. I really appreciate your support and feedback. Here is the list of our sponsors and the lucky recipients who won.
It's hard to believe that summer is almost over. The big yellow tranquilizer is back on the road taking all the kiddies to school, mums and pumpkins are appearing on porches and the night air is getting a little crisp here in the northeast. Personally, I love it. Fall is my favorite season, so ado to mosquitoes and bees, good-bye air conditioners and the enormous utility bills that go with them and hello to colorful Autumn.
As a last fling of Summer, I've chosen a short story I wrote especially for this blog hop. I will also be giving away a $10 Amazon Gift Card to one lucky visitor who comments and leaves their email address. I hope you enjoy this story. It's longer than it should be, but I didn't get the guidelines until the story was already written. Please click the link at the end to check out the other great prizes provided by the sponsors and visit the other authors. Have a great weekend!
Copyright Stevie MacFarlane 2014
She was a tease, a flirt, a tormentor of any male old enough to notice, and some said a tramp. It wasn’t true, of course, but when you looked like Cat, jealousy and spite were something you got used to. They said the boys flocked around her because she ‘put out,’ ‘gave it away,’ but in fact she was still a virgin, something she hoped was temporary.
It was only recently that she came to this decision, wanting to get rid of her hymen. Maybe then she’d fit in again. Maybe the friends she’d had in junior high wouldn’t avoid her as they did now as though she was a Venus fly-trap, waiting to snatch their boyfriends and devour them. In her mind she pictured a sign flashing above her head. ‘Used Goods’ it would say in bright neon lights, and that should take care of some of boys dogging her every move, wanting to be ‘the one’ who popped her cherry.
Despite all the hoopla on TV about the sexual revolution, free love and the hippies taking over a farm in New York for three days, south of the Mason Dixon line, some boys still wanted a ‘good girl’ and would scatter like roaches caught in a bright light once she was no longer prime.
It was silly really, she thought as she smoothed on her pink lipstick. All this fuss over a little scrap of tissue and the lucky winner of this dubious prize would likely melt away like a sidewalk chalk drawing in the rain once he’d bragged to all and sundry.
Taking a long neck Pepsi from the ice box, Cat popped the cap using the bottle opener on the side of the kitchen cabinet and went through the screen door, letting it slam behind her. Plopping down on the porch swing she gently set it in motion, thankful for the slight breeze. Lord, it was hot, and he was late.
She’d chosen Wendell Culpepper last week when her 18th birthday party had been basically boycotted by all but two of her girlfriends and she suspected the only reason the Spiller twins had shown up was because their Mama was best friends with her Mama. The young men had come in droves, everyone she’d invited and some tag a longs besides. It was embarrassing, dancing under the Chinese lanterns her Daddy had strung up in the back yard with one boy after another. Cat pretended to have a good time and ignored the girls casually strolling up and down the sidewalk in front of her house whispering. That was when she knew she has to do something.
She chose Wendell for a few reasons. He was older, 23 to her 18, he had a real pretty pick-up with loud mufflers that sounded cool and he was cute, in that country boy sort of way. His hair was brown with blonde streaks from working everyday on his Daddy’s farm. He was strong, not excessively tall and she liked the way he looked in church on Sundays when he was all cleaned up. But the main reason she chose him was his reputation. It was said around town that Wendell could charm the panties off a nun if he put his mind to it. With his easy smile and sharp wit, Wendell was the kind of man your Daddy would shake hands with and clap on the back, as though he personally had something to do with the boy’s prowess and your Mama would snap open her fan, quickly cooling off her face as she pulled you behind her. Yes, if she was going to give it away, and she was, Wendell would at least know what to do with it. It never occurred to her that his reputation might be as fabricated as hers.
Wendell pulled into Cathleen O’Brian’s driveway just as the last of the sun’s rays were sliding behind the trees. Jumping out of his truck, it was his intention to walk to her door, speak with her Mama and
Daddy and escort her to his vehicle, but she was already coming across the lawn. Swallowing, he realized it was a good thing he didn’t have to speak. Her perfectly straight blonde hair hung nearly to her waist, shinning in the fading light. Frayed blue denim cut offs showed her tanned legs almost to her crotch and the white gauzy peasant blouse she wore moved with each step. He knew women were burning their bras, but he never expected to see Cat’s breasts swaying freely as she moved in that loose hipped way. She was artless, totally unaware of how perfectly proportioned and beautiful she was. Her sweet innocent face and wide blue eyes were angelic, almost too perfect to be real.
“Hi Wendell,” she said sweetly as she reached him.
“Hi Cathleen,” he replied thickly.
“It sure is hot, isn’t it?” she asked, tipping the bottle she still held to her lips, exposing her neck above the untied strings of her top.
“Um, yeah, it sure is, are you ready to go?”
Nodding, Cat moved to open the door, but he got to it first, unable to take his eyes off her ass as she climbed onto the seat after handing him her soft drink. The platform sandals on her feet, the swell of her sweet cheeks showing below her short shorts and the way she smiled at him over her shoulder as she crawled in, her hair fanning out around her, gave him an instant and painful erection.
“Hell’s bells,” he sighed as he closed the door and walked around to his side of the truck and got in. It was going to be a long night.
“Is everything alright?” she asked nervously, peeking at him from under her lashes.
“Are we still going to the fair?”
He had a moment when he wondered if taking her to a movie might be a better idea. She was sure to attract plenty of undesirable attention at the fair. Then he pictured her next to him in a dark movie house, his hand sliding over her shoulder, grasping her nipple through the thin fabric of her shirt.
“Okay,” she said smiling and relaxing in her seat. “I love fairs. I haven’t been in ages.”
And to the fair they went. Surprisingly he had a good time, when he wasn’t sending scowling stares to over-eager admirers. For the next several hours they laughed and talked about everything and anything. She was funny and smart and he came to realize why she’d always been more to him than a pretty face in the pew across the aisle at church. He was just biding his time until she graduated, that rite of passage into adulthood couldn’t come fast enough for him.
They rode the Ferris wheel, and the bumper cars, ate hot dogs and French fries and Cat consumed an enormous amount of cotton candy. Looking at her sweet, sticky lips, Wendell reminded himself over and over that she was really just a child in a lot of ways.
They played many games with Cat cheering him on as he filled her arms with stuffed animals and Kewpie dolls. When they approached the test of strength, Wendell picked up the mallet with one hand and rang the bell three times in a row, amazing Cat with his power and scattering the latest group of young boys following their steps. Sticking the cigars in his shirt pocket, Wendell was surprised when she took one out and held it to her nose.
“You’ll don’t smoke, do you honey?” he asked frowning.
“No, my Daddy smokes a pipe though and I like the smell. Why would it bother you if I did?” she asked.
“It damn sure would,” he replied sternly, taking the cigar and putting it back in his pocket.
“Why?” she asked, genuinely curious as she looked up at him.
“I just don’t like it, is all. A lady doesn’t smoke. It’s not proper.”
Cat laughed. “What makes you think I’m a lady,” she teased, smiling over her shoulder as she walked away.
Wendell took her arm and pulled her closer to his side, slowing her steps.
“I know you’re a lady, despite how you’re dressed tonight. How’d you get out of the house and past your Daddy in that getup anyway?” he asked, scowling.
“What’s wrong with what I’m wearing?” she demanded, stopping dead.
“You know damn well what’s wrong with it without me having to tell you. For one thing you’re not wearing a bra and I can see clear through that top in the right light.”
“So it looks like you’re…looking for something besides a good time at the fair,” he continued, pulling her along gently.
“Maybe I am,” she drawled.
Wendell snorted. “You think I believe all those rumors about you? I know better.”
“You don’t know anything, Wendell Culpepper! I’m very experienced. Ask anybody,” she sassed.
Wendell let his frustration win and began leading her to the parking area. “Just why did you ask me to take you out, Cathleen?”
“Because I like you,” she snapped. “Why are we leaving?” she demanded as he towed her across the hay field.
“I think I better get you on home. I don’t know what you’re up to, but I’ve got a hunch I won’t like it.”
“Why bless your heart for being such a gentleman and worrying about me,” she drawled sweetly. “It’s really not necessary. If you want to go home, I’m sure I can find my own ride later. Don’t you give it another thought,” she said, turning back toward the fairgrounds as soon as he released her arm at the truck.
“Oh no you won’t, I brought you and I’ll be taking you home before you get yourself in trouble. What’s gotten into you tonight?”
“Nothing! Nothing’s gotten into me and that’s what I aim to fix,” she shouted, stomping her foot and marching away.
“Cat, get back here,” he called as she stumbled on the uneven ground.
“No, and you can’t make me,” she yelled over her shoulder.
Wendell watched her for a few minutes as she wove her way back to the lights. Finally he set off after her, swearing fit to burn the ears on anybody who might be listening. It didn’t take him long to catch her and on the thick hay she never heard him coming. One second she was headed in one direction and the next she was over his shoulder being carried to his truck and she struggled to hang on to her prizes.
“You put my down this instant, Wendell Culpepper,” she cried, kicking her feet. “You’ll be lucky if I don’t tell my Daddy about this,” she warned direly.
“No, you’ll be lucky I don’t tell him,” he replied, eating up the distance and yanking the passenger door open. Stooping he plopped her on the seat and pushed her kicking feet around. When Cat tried to jump down he looked her right in the eye, his head bent close to her. “You put one toe out of this truck missy and I’ll tan your hide but good. Do you hear me?” he asked darkly.
Cat pulled her foot back and nodded, her eyes wide with shock. Wendell waited until she lowered her gaze before slamming the door and walking to his side. Once inside he didn’t start the vehicle immediately and Cat watched him out of the corner of her eye. This may have been a bad idea from the beginning. Wendell was obviously trying to get control of his temper and it was taking a while.
Finally he turned in his seat until he was facing her. It was dark, the lights and the music seemed very far away now in the small quiet space.
“Alright, out with it and I want the truth. Why did you ask me to take you out?”
“I asked you to take me out because I…want you,” she stammered out, hiding behind her hair.
“You want me?”
“In what way?” he asked, confused.
“You know what way,” she hissed.
“No, I don’t think I do. You’ll have to be a bit more specific, Cat,” he sighed.
“I want you to take me,” she whispered.
“Take you where?”
“Oh for the love of God, take me! You know, fuck me!”
“You watch your mouth,” he shouted. “Of all the… why would you…you’ve never kissed me and all of a sudden you want me to make love to you?” he said, stunned and maybe a little bit flattered.
“That was my plan,” she sighed.
“Well it’s a stupid plan,” he said, starting the truck.
“No, it’s very well thought out,” she insisted.
“Okay, then explain it to me,” he snorted as he followed the tracks to the road.
“I wanted someone who knew what he was doing the first time.”
“And you figure I know what I’m doing?” he asked.
“That’s what they say,” she admitted. “You do, don’t you?” she asked, suddenly nervous and wondering if she had made a major miscalculation.
“I have a pretty good idea,” he said, hiding his smile.
“Just an idea?” she choked out. “You mean you’ve never…”
“Listen, this conversation is about you, not me and a gentleman never tells.”
“Some do” she said sadly, “and some just make things up. I figure if this town is going to treat me like a whore, I may as well have some fun. It is fun, right?” she asked hopefully.
Wendell was tempted to tell her some real horror stories about the deflowering of a virgin, but he restrained himself. There was no sense in scaring her and he had something else entirely in mind.
“Sure it’s fun but if you have some feeling for the other person, it’s more than fun, it’s amazing.”
“So will you? Do it I mean?” she asked softly.
“Gee, I don’t know Cat. I’ve never even kissed you and I still think it’s a pretty stupid idea. Who cares if people gossip about you? That doesn’t mean it’s true and the folks who really know you and care about you won’t believe it anyway.”
“I care and I’m sick of being groped and touched every time a boy thinks he can get away with it. I’ll let you kiss me, if you want to.”
“Who’s touching you?” he demanded. “Tell me who and I’ll take care of it, honey.”
“How you gonna fix it, Wen? You’re at work all day and I’ve got another year before I graduate. I don’t think I can stand it. It’s like I’m some kind of contest or something, like whoever gets to do it wins a trophy,” she said angrily.
“What if we start telling everyone that you’re my girl? I’m pretty sure most of those guys will back off if they don’t want me breathing down their necks, or worse,” he suggested, reaching for her hand.
“No, I’m going to do this,” she insisted pulling her hand away. “If you don’t want to help me, I’ll find someone who will.”
“So if I don’t take your virginity, you’ll just find another guy. Is that it, huh?”
“Yes,” she said, leaning against her door completely embarrassed. He didn’t want her. The one guy she trusted and actually respected, didn’t want her. It was nearly unbearable.
Wendell slowed, hit his brakes and spun his truck in a 180. Hitting the gas hard, he headed back down the highway.
“Where are we going?” she asked, feeling his anger like a fog around her.
“I’ve decided to give you what you need Cathleen,” he said, “and I know just the place.”
Wendell drove for several miles in silence before slowing and turning onto a dirt road. He continued to follow the narrow track for another few miles.
“Where are we?” Cat asked, trying to control the quiver in her voice.
“On the farm. This leads back to a swimming hole the local kids use during the summer. It’s a little cool tonight and hopefully with the fair running there’ll be some privacy back here. Are you scared?”
“You should be,” he said under his breath as he pulled into a clearing, lit by millions of stars. The sound of water trickling over rocks and the sound of crickets was the only thing that broke the silence as he got out of the truck and pulled a blanket from behind his seat. “Stay put,” he said before he closed his door.
Wendell let down the tailgate and hopped onto the truck bed, spreading the blanket out. Jumping down he strode to Cat’s door, opened it and plucked her out as though she weighed no more than one of the stuffed animals he’d won for her. Carrying her to the back of the truck he set her on the open tailgate and stepped back. She was lovely, lonely and very fragile looking and he almost changed his mind. She was also foolish and frustratingly determined to have her own way. So be it.
“Kiss me,” he ordered, pushing her legs apart and stepping between them.
Cat looked at his face, shadowed by the moonlight. He was nearly eye to eye with her sitting on the back of his truck and she closed hers and leaned forward, touching her lips to his. They were surprisingly warm and firm and he gave her free rein to nibble and deepen the kiss, which she did with a sigh. Her hands rested lightly on his shoulders for balance and after what seemed a suitable time she pulled back, licking her lips.
“You’ll have to do better than that,” he said firmly, keeping his hands at his sides, fists tightly clenched.
Somewhat embarrassed, Cat leaned closer, determined to do a better job. Pressing her mouth to his firmly, she slid her tongue along the seam of his mouth and wrapped her arms around his neck.
Wendell was lost. His hands cupped the cheeks of her ass and brought her flush against his erection. Holding her in place with one arm he buried his other hand deep in her hair, anchoring her head in place as he took possession of her mouth.
Breathy little sighs escaped and she began to tingle all over, feeling dizzy. Warmth flooded her limbs and she felt hotter than if she were in full sun at high noon. When his lips moved to her neck she let her head fall back and pushed her breasts against his hard chest. Oh yes, this was fun, she thought as she shivered in his arms. She was in high cotton.
It surprised her when he reached to unhook her arms from around his neck and she swayed slightly as he stepped back. His hands gently traced her collar bone on both sides before sliding slowly down, brushing her nipples and stopping to grasp each one and worry it gently. The moan startled her and she looked around, making sure they were still alone.
“Was that better?” she asked breathlessly.
“Much,” he replied as he lifted her down, and took her place on the tailgate. “Take your pants off.”
Cat gripped the tailgate with one hand and froze. This was it, the moment she’d been hoping for. She was nervous, exhilarated and terrified all at the same time, but she straightened her spine and let go of the truck. Reaching for the snap on her shorts, she shucked them in a smooth motion, dropping them to the ground. Her hands flew to the hem of her blouse and began lifting it over her head, but Wendell stopped her.
“No, leave that on for now and come here,” he said hoarsely. After all, a man could only stand so much and at this point he had no idea how long his will power would hold up. Cocking his hips to one side he let one of his long legs dangle from the back of the truck. Cat slowly came to him and he caressed her cheek softly before reaching under her arms and hauling her up and straight over his knee. Her pretty white panties with the little red hearts stayed up long enough for him to admire them before he whisked them to her knees.
“Wen?” she said in alarm. “I don’t think this is the way it’s done,” she whimpered, beginning to get a bad feeling about the whole thing.
“This is exactly how it’s done. Haven’t you ever had you backside paddled?” he asked with a smile as he tucked his strong arm around her waist.
“Well sure I have, when I was a little girl,” she said, wiggling a bit and fighting down a sudden feeling of panic. “Only if I was naughty though and you said the kiss was good.”
‘Oh honey, the kiss was perfect. Too bad that’s not how we’re gonna end this date,” he sighed, rubbing her bare cheeks and wishing things could be different.
“It isn’t? Why not? Let’s just kiss a little more and you can take me home.”
“I can’t do that honey. Not while I’m worried about what you’re planning. It’s time you and I had a little talk. I’ve had my eye on you for a long time, and don’t think I haven’t noticed you batting those lashes at me on Sundays when your Mama wasn’t looking. I figure we’ve got two options here. We can either get in the truck and head on over to Buford, wake up Reverend Watkins and put an end to this tonight, or we can have us a little set too and maybe you’ll rethink this whole crazy idea of yours. It don’t matter much to me either way, but your Mama will surely be disappointed if she doesn’t get the chance to give you a big fancy wedding.
“Of course if we get married you’ll have to drop out of school, which would be a shame since it’s your last year and there’s the senior ball and all. I guess if you’re in such an all fired hurry to be a woman, it won’t bother you none,” he drawled, patting her bottom. “The way I see it if we get busy, by the time you’re class graduates you can have a baby or two. Did I tell you twins run in my family? Well they do. I can’t afford a house of our own right yet, but I’m sure we can all fit in my bedroom at the farm. It will be a little crowded, what with a crib and all but we’ll manage. You’ll likely be too tired to have much fun, what with diapers and being up half the night with the baby, ya’ll probably …”
“Wait! I never said anything about wanting to get married and I sure don’t want a baby,” she cried. “Where’d you ever get an idea like that?”
“What’s a man supposed to think when a girl comes to him and asks him to take her virginity, huh? You answer me that.”
“I don’t know,” she whispered, hanging her head.
“Well I’m about to tell you. He either thinks she loves him something fierce to be willing to give up something so precious, or he thinks she’s a foolish little brat who’s gotten too big for her britches. So which is it Cathleen O’Brian?”
“Well, I don’t love you,” she said, “I mean I like you a lot and it’s true about the flirting,” she admitted softly.
Wendell’s big hand waited on her bottom. Funny she wasn’t so much embarrassed being over his knee nearly naked as she was that this man thought she was a foolish brat.
“So it’s option two then,” he said calmly.
“I guess it is,” she replied, knowing what was coming.
“Then we are in agreement finally,” he sighed as he began to spank her.
Wendell didn’t hold anything back, he just plain wailed away on her tender bottom until she was fighting for all she was worth to get away. All her pleas for forgiveness fell on deaf ears as his hand moved from cheek to cheek, leaving fiery hand-prints that overlapped each other. When he began to spank the area where her cheeks met her thighs his slaps were fast and furious and she prayed he wouldn’t go lower the way her Daddy did that one time she swore at her Mama. Red thighs would be hard to explain and she knew how painful they could be. It wasn’t until all the fight had drained out of her and she was quietly sobbing over his knee that he slowed down.
“Do you have any idea what kind of danger you placed yourself in tonight?” he demanded, smacking both cheeks, hard. “If you had asked this of someone else you could be lying in a ditch somewhere.”
“I wouldn’t have asked anyone else,” she cried softly.
“No, only you Wendell, only you,” she sobbed.
Wendell stopped. She cared. “Well, it’s a good thing!” he shot out, giving her another five blistering smacks when he remembered what he was about. “And you better not pull another crazy stunt like this, if you know what’s good for you. I won’t have my girl acting like a complete ninny just because of some cheap talk.” Smack. “Are you going to behave?”
“Yes, oh yes,” she promised, wiping her nose on the sleeve of her blouse. “I’ll be good.”
“You better be,” he warned as he pulled her up and set her on her feet behind the truck. Keeping his hand on her shoulder he jumped down, pulled a bandana from his back pocket and dried her tears. She looked so cute standing there all soft and sweet, her hands framing her well-spanked bottom, her panties still around her calves.
After pulling up her panties, he picked up her shorts and helped her into them. She was still sniffling, the occasional tear sliding down her cheek when he opened his arms to her. Cat looked at him, her watery big blue eyes uncertain and Wendell figured it was the longest moment of his life. Then she launched herself at him and all was right with the world as he cuddled her against his chest.
“Am I your girl, Wen?” she asked.
“Honey girl, you’ve always been mine,” he whispered into her hair, kissing the top of her head. “I was just waiting for you to grow up.”
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Welcome to this weeks blog hop. Each week a group of authors get together and share a little bit about themselves and their work. It may be a snippet of a book that is already available, or a preview of what they are working on. The great thing is that there are links on each page so you can hop around from one authors blog to another without going back to a central page. I, personally, have had a good time, reading what others are working on and picking up some new books. We all hope you enjoy yourselves and please leave some comments/feedback. We really do want to hear from you.
For the next few weeks, I'm going to drift away from the O'Malley series and share some tidbits from my other series, Sugar Babies, Inc. Currently, there are three books completed and I am working hard on book four. I hope to have it done sometime next month and I will be sure to give you a preview when I get closer.
Today it's all about Sugar Babies, Inc. Book 1, A Sweet and Sassy Match.
Blurb: Sam Barringer worked his way up from the slums of Philadelphia to a corner office with a magnificent view of Manhattan. A corporate attorney, Sam was a powerhouse in his field, making more money than he could spend. Still single, he watched quietly as his associates' marriages crumbled, one after another. It seemed there was always another beautiful gold-digger ready to take whatever the first, or second or third wife left up for grabs. Many of his male clients were ridiculously wealthy and so very alone, unable to trust their own judgment when it came to women. Yet, he knew, there were good women out there. The problem was they worked in coffee shops and school lunchrooms, as bus drivers and mechanics, hardly likely to meet a man who could and would provide them with security, love and guidance.
The men surrounding him were unhappy and frustrated, looking for something they were never going to find, despite their wealth. It was then that Sam decided to help, and Sugar Babies was born. Surrounding himself with positive, upbeat people, he resigned his position, left town and set up a matchmaking service. Quickly Sam discovered that there were a lot more men like him than he'd previously believed. Men who wanted a loving, respectful and somewhat obedient partner to share their lives. Men who were naturally dominant and firmly believed that disciplining their woman was sometimes necessary to insure a healthy, peaceful and long term relationship.
While scouting out a new location for a branch office, Sam meets Johanna Maxwell. Jo is beautiful, hard working and everyone's best friend. She could be counted on for house sitting, baby-sitting or pet sitting, or even a last minute loan, if cash ran low between paydays. In fact, the only person Jo didn't take care of was Jo. Sam falls hard, but can he convince Jo that his business is legitimate? More to the point, can he convince her that when he pulls her over his knee, it's out of love?
Excerpt: (Johanna has a spanking coming and she climbs out her bathroom window to escape Sam. Hearing her, Sam goes outside and finds her hanging by her knees from the window sill, unable to move without falling on her head. Her sweater is over her head from all her wiggling and she can't see a thing).
Plucking her from the window with one arm around her waist, he flipped her in the air and scooped up her legs. The lovely berry colored nipple, puckered in the cool night air, was just inches from his mouth.
He bent his head and covered it with his hot mouth, sucking and enjoying every second of it.
“Dammit, Sam; that better be you out there.”
Swirling his tongue over his prize, he suckled hard then bit gently before removing his mouth.
“Who else would it be?” he asked grinning as he began carrying her around the side of the house. “You are much naughtier than I thought, Johanna,” he mused out loud. “I like it.”
“Sam, please don’t spank me,” Jo begged pitifully. “I’ve had a really bad day.”
“It’s about to get worse,” he replied as he entered the house and kicked the door shut.
( I had to modify this a little to make it fit the required number of sentences.)
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This week for the Saturday Spanks Blog Hop I decided to post a blurb and excerpt from my very first novel, Changing Her Mind. Reading back through it as I searched for the piece I wanted to use, I found some errors, which I plan to get after as soon as I find the time. With each book, I learn more about my craft and hopefully, the story itself will hold your interest and allow you to overlook some of my boo boos.
Please feel free to comment and make sure you hop around to the other blogs linked here. I'm sure you'll enjoy it and find some new books to add to your summer reading list.
Mason’s in love and being a traditional kind of guy, expects traditional kind of things; like rings, rice, and church bells. Rebecca’s in love too, although she prefers to think of it as ‘in lust’. Oh, she wants him, badly, although if it’s all the same to him she’ll just skip the church and rice bit and go straight to the blazing hot sex.
Mason is a reasonable man, most of the time; at least that’s what he tells himself. He is determined to change Rebecca’s mind but as his frustration level sky rockets he begins to realize he might be a little less reasonable than he thought. Oh, he’s willing to give her blazing hot, it’s just not going to be the loving she wants, it’s going to be on her sweet bottom and he’s pretty sure it’s going to be fun.
“Married…..” Rebecca sank against the dresser in total shock, her eyes wide with disbelief. “You think because we made love last night we should get married? People don’t marry everyone they sleep with. Is this to assuage some form of guilt… because if it is you’d better know right now I’m not into human sacrifices, especially mine?”
“First of all I refuse to be just someone you slept with,” he all but shouted, hanging on to his temper by a gossamer thread. “And secondly, did it ever occur to you that we didn’t use any protection last night…that you could be pregnant?”
“Women have been having babies since the beginning of time Mace, some of them even manage to do it without a man,” she shouted back.
“Not my baby,” he shot at her before she could continue. “My child will never have to worry about that even if I have to paddle his mother’s behind all the way to the J.O.P,” he finished with a shake that sent her curls dancing.
Hi everyone and welcome as I take a shot at my first Blog Hop. The idea is that a group of authors get together and post an excerpt or snippet from one of their books, either a work-in-progress or something that is already available for purchase. Hopefully, if I do this correctly, there will be other authors linked to this post so a visitor can 'hop' around from one blog to another.
After thinking about this I decided to use my second novel, Little White Lies, for my post. It is really in Little White Lies, that readers get introduced to the O'Malley family when Maggie takes Nick to her parents house for Sunday dinner. That is where you discover the love this huge Irish-America family has for one another and begin to understand the family dynamics.
Blurb: Maggie O'Malley Cassidy has a problem. Well, actually several problems. She's a widow, raising three children and trying to make ends meet, or at least get close enough to wave to each other. She has the unfortunate habit of skirting the truth now and then, not really a problem unless she gets caught, but still a very tiny character flaw that she planned to work on just as soon as she has a free minute. But by far, her biggest problem is Nicholas Kord, who just found out that her oldest son, Jason, is also his only son. I mean really, who would have thought he'd show up after fifteen years and go all paternal on a child he hadn't even known existed. What were the odds of that coming back to bite her in the ass?
Nicholas Kord has his life on track; he is an accomplished attorney, and considered his trip home to be Best Man at his brother's wedding a long-overdue opportunity to reconnect with family and have a good time as well. He is still single and in all honesty, the man oozes sex appeal.
Nick was crazy about Maggie, always has been and always will be. When he saw his son for the very first time, he knew exactly who Jason belonged to and what Maggie had done. He was furious at first, but came to realize that a good portion of the blame fell on him. If he hadn't been so stubborn years ago, things might have turned out differently, but Nick is also a realist. The past cannot be relived; it's the present and future that matter. He still loves Maggie and he means to have her, one way or another, and he intends to cure her of her bad habits along the way. As far as he's concerned, Maggie had gotten her way for far too long, and it hasn't served her well. Her children need a father and whether she knows it or not, she needs a husband who will provide guidance and love; he can be all that and more. Nick has no problem applying a firm hand or taking a wooden spoon to Maggie's adorable butt when she misbehaves, which seems to be quite frequently. Who would have thought one knock on her door would change everything forever?
Excerpt: Locking the door, he twirled her into his arms and kissed her senseless.
Maggie’s heart pounded erratically as he briefly let her go, pulled her sweats and panties down and bent her over the washer. Before her tummy quit contracting from the cold metal, he was sliding heat into her from behind. Delicious tremors started even before he reached under her to circle her clit and she slapped her hand over her mouth. Being the gentleman he was, Nick grabbed a clean towel off the dryer and shoved it into her face which came in very handy a few minutes later when she screamed her pleasure into it. Nick, a member of the stronger sex, collapsed on her back and roared into her sweatshirt while waiting for his teeth to stop tingling.
“There. Let that be a lesson to you,” he scolded her. “It doesn’t pay to tease me.”
Maggie burst out laughing.
“It does Nick. It definitely does.”
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