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Connor McCabe recognized Abby as someone who needed looking after from the moment he met her and immediately appointed himself her protector. A former Navy Seal, accustomed to being respected and obeyed, it wasn’t long before he was taking her in hand, determined to instill some sense into her beautiful head. In his opinion, Abby was a little wild, drank too much, and was entirely too confident in her martial arts skills.
Abigail Stevens’ diminutive size was one of the reasons she pursued her back belt. A girl had to know how to take care of herself in today’s world. She was proud of her accomplishments, even if her overgrown G.I. Joe didn’t take her seriously. Sure he was stronger and when he pulled her over his knees there wasn’t much doubt who was in charge, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t capable. It just meant that she was crazy about the dominant man, or maybe just plain crazy. In her mind the jury was still out.
When danger threatens Abby and those she holds dear, Connor and the other men in the O’Malley’s tight-knit circle do everything in their power to protect their women. As frustrations and tensions mount the power struggle between Abby and Connor escalates, putting their entire relationship at risk until a hero makes a move, one that will change everything.
“Connor McCabe, are you telling me that you actually enjoy…” she swallowed with difficulty and began again. “Did you say you derive sexual pleasure from paddling my ass? That it’s not just for discipline as you’ve always insisted?” she gasped.
“Oh it’s nearly always for discipline,” he replied, smiling. “Thankfully you give me plenty of reasons to spank you, but do I like it? You bet I do,” he admitted, grasping her hips and pulling her naked pussy snuggly against him.
Abby grasped his shoulder and stared into his eyes. His hard cock was now nestled securely between her pussy lips and the heat of it seared her.
“I love turning your little bottom berry red. Holding your hot cheeks in my hands as I sink my cock into you while you squirm is incredible. Your sexy whimpers and moans fire my blood like nothing ever has.” Feeling the moist heat of her core getting slipperier by the second, he ground her to him with a strong arm around her hips.
“I love making you mind me. Watching you stand in the corner with your nose to the wall, your sweet little bottom wearing my handiwork after you’ve been punished is unbearably moving,” he admitted, apparently without an ounce of shame.
“So if I were good all the time, I mean if I could be, you would miss spanking me?” she asked in a breathy whisper.
Connor laughed. “I would miss it terribly. Of course you’ll understand why I’m not worried about it,” he teased, bending to suckle her nipple for a moment.
“But you would stop, if I were good, right?” she asked hesitantly and held his head to her breast, her head dropping back as pleasure rushed through her.
“If you were a good girl,” he murmured, moving to her other breast and rasping his tongue across its peak, “and I mean a very good girl, I would have no reason to spank you…unless you wanted me to. Would you want me to, Abby honey?” he whispered, holding his breath.
“I don’t know,” she sighed, bowing her back to give him better access.
Okay, so I'll admit it. I've been feeling very 'put upon' lately. In fact, I've been feeling quite sorry for myself. Yes, I know it's hard to believe, but true.
Normally, I'm not that kind of a girl. Oh I bitch, and curse and maybe cry a bit, but it's usually short-lived. Then I go into 'repair' mode. I identify the problem, assess my options and set about making things right, or at least acceptable.
I wasn't able to do that this time. First of all, things were happening too fast. It was one crisis after another with no time to process anything in between. For the last month I've been on a roller coaster, screaming to get off.
Sept 10th - Husbands surgery, (partially successful)
Sept 15th - Brother in law passed away suddenly
Sept 15th- Husband's second surgery (again partially successful)
Sept 19th- Funeral
Sept 27th-28th Youngest son to Er - Transferred by ambulance to Albany for surgery with gallbladder, renal and liver failure
Sept 28th- Middle son has heart attack. Doctors snag large clot and add stent
Sept 30th - Middle son released
Oct 1st- Youngest son released
Oct 3rd - Youngest son back in for Er surgery, hernia tore open his intestine
Oct 4th- Middle son re-admitted to hospital for chest pain, another catherization and change of meds.
Oct 6th- Middle son released from hospital.
Oct. 6th - Return to husbands doctor, foot has ulcerated, needs another surgery - quickly.
Oct 7th - Youngest son released from hospital
Oct 7th - huge argument with my youngest daughter in the a.m. I gave up and went back to bed for the rest of the day!
Oct 8th - Waiting for call from hospital that they have a bed for husband.
Oct 9th - Husbands third surgery scheduled for by-pass in right leg.
So looking at this in chronological order, I can clearly see why I may have been slightly off balance for the last month. Actually, I'm not sure I have the dates exactly right, it all seems sort of foggy, but they're close. I do know that both boys ended up in the hospital on the same day, twice. Odd, huh?
Ever since we went to the doctors on Tuesday when I knew for sure we were looking at another, more serious surgery for Bill, I've been slightly sick. Stomach pain, nausea, chills etc. probably mostly the result of anxiety.
This morning it was still dark when I got up-- that happens when you sleep almost an entire day away. I sat at the table with my tea, the lights off, and watched the sun come up all by myself. Even the dog cut me some slack and refrained from frantically scratching at the door to go out. As I watched the sky grow lighter I thought about all the things that have come our way and I realized that all my worrying hasn't helped one damn thing. I thought about all the people who've supported us and prayed for us.
Finally thin streams of sunlight began to break through the clouds and I began to realize how incredibly lucky we are. Basically we've come through hell and we aren't done, but I still have my husband, and my poor sister-in-law does not. What the hell am I whining about? We have our son's, both of whom could easily have died. My middle son lives a good half hour from the trauma hospital, not counting how long it would have taken for the ambulance to get there. That day he was three minutes away. Bill's doctor is aggressive, not content to just sit back and watch him lose his foot, then his leg. Another surgery is a bitch, but if it works, I'll have my husband back up and walking. Some people don't get that choice, we did. I'm thankful. I just wish the hospital would call so we can get this show in the road. I'm anxious for things to get back to normal, whatever that is.
So anyway, no more doom and gloom from me. I'm picking myself up, dusting myself off and ready to carry on. I have books to write, I want to go to Bingo ( I really can't even believe I said that as I always hated Bingo, but now they have the machines so I don't have to pay attention and can pig-out on cheese fries and chicken tenders) and I want to have sex. Oh yes I do, raunchy, nasty, wild sex, the kind you have to keep your windows closed for. I can't wait to remind Bill that although we may be older, but we're not dead. I'm truly blessed and I don't plan on forgetting it again. Hugs, Stevie
Palace Secrets Book Two
Historical Romance, Romantic Erotica
It was supposed to be a simple trip to the market in Paris.
Nothing for Lady Hannah is ever simple.
One secret after another.
The lies are mounting up.
Lady Hannah has made a deal with the devil. Worse she’s falling in love with him. There’s no turning back.
A steamy medieval romance filled with spankings and erotic pleasures.
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Waiting outside the bathhouse, a gentleman, with honey-golden hair and eyes as green as the blades of grass on a summer’s day, stops in front of me. He looks me over and smiles. His face is covered in scruff and dirt licks his skin. “I approve.”
There’s an arrogance surrounding this man, and I have the urge to silence him.
“You approve of what?” I ask and cross my arms defensively. My eyes narrow, unpleased.
“I approve of you joining me in the bathhouse. Though I admit you look pretty clean already. Guess I shouldn’t be surprised.” He reaches out to touch a strand of my blonde hair and I swat his fingers away and force his arm down to his side.
“You’ve lost your mind.” My grip on his wrist is forceful, showing him who’s boss.
“What do you think you’re doing?” he asks, glancing down at my hand still holding his wrist.
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Palace Secrets by Ravyn Rayne
Love comes in many forms and always at a price.
At twenty-three, Princess Isabella must settle down for the sake of her kingdom. Caught up in a secret affair with her lady-in-waiting, Hannah, the princess knows it can only last for so long.
When Prince Alexander arrives to court her, he confides that his father is on his death bed, and he will be crowned king soon. Isabella hastily agrees to the proposal, desiring to be queen, knowing little about her soon to be husband.
Murder, secrets, and lies combine with menage, spanking, and erotic encounters in this steamy medieval romance.
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