Back by popular demand Vanessa Brooks brings you book four of her popular risqué Georgian romances.
Once again we meet old friends and new! The naughty ladies of the spanked wives society manage to get themselves embroiled in yet another tangled mess.
Primrose Latimer has a fiancé to be proud of, a gentleman destined to become Lord Trewithe of Pencullen House in Cornwall but a case of mistaken identity scuppers her chances of ever becoming his Lady wife. Her hopes and aspirations dashed, she is determined that the man who has ruined her, a Cornish smuggler, shall pay dearly for her losses.
However, fate and Jago Poldrunne have other plans for Primrose, as swirling sea mists and smugglers abound!
If fast paced, romantic, humorous romps, featuring strong, handsome commanding gentlemen are not your thing – then please do not buy this seductive, 18th century romance!
An Interview with Jago Poldrunne:
“Hello you’re Jago Poldrunne aren’t you? It’s very nice to meet you.” Bloody hell, this man is gorgeous! Furiously fanning face!
‘An’ who might you be?’
“Vanessa Brooks, It is very nice to meet you.”
‘What d’you want wench?’
“I’d like to interview you. I would be very grateful if you could spare me the time to answer a few questions.”
‘Did Primrose put you up to this? Are you married to an Excise man? What exactly is it that you want to know?’
“I have no connection with any Excise men neither does my husband I assure you and Primrose had nothing to do with this but I’m curious, what would you have done if she had been involved?”
‘Did no one tell you that curiosity killed the cat missy -Carry on with these personal questions and you might wish you hadn’t found out the answers, Mistress brooks.’
“Um, okay, well would mind just telling me a little something about yourself please?”
‘I’m a Cornish man, born and bred and proud of it. My father t’were Squire of Poldrunne but he died a couple of years ago so now I am Squire. The people of Cornwall relied too heavily upon tin mining and for an age our children ate and had clothes upon their back. Then came cheaper tin imports from abroad and our mines began to close. This caused terrible hardship and starvation, no one seemed to care that the people of Cornwall were dying. Men turned back to the sea. Some returned to a life of fishing while others turned to smuggling but the important thing was our people lived and filled their bellies once again. O’course there was other means to feed a family. Evil men took to wrecking, luring ships onto the rocks in order to steal the cargo then sell it on.’
“I take it that you don’t hold with wrecking?”
‘No, I most certainly do not! My but you’re an impertinent wench! You are married you say, Mistress brooks?’
‘Tis clear to me that you need taking in hand, your husband needs to teach you some manners. I’ll speak with him; assure him that this should do the trick.’
“Err...I have just remembered that I have an errand to run I have to go. Thanks for taking the time to talk with me, goodbye Mr... I mean, Squire Poldrunne!”
‘Here wench give that to your husband, tell him ’tis a gift from me!’
“That’s terribly kind but no thanks I...”
‘Take it. Mayhap I should demonstrate its use?’
“Um, no need, thanks for the um, gift. I have to go, bye-ee!”
What exactly is my husband meant to do with a piece of old tar rope?
Excerpt from The Smuggler's Bride:
They were ensconced together within his cabin. He in his captain’s chair with her tossed cosily across his lap, doing her utmost to avoid his correcting palm with absolutely no success. Strangely Jago could not remember the last time he’d enjoyed himself quite so much. She was a comely baggage, albeit one with a sharp tongue. Although she deigned to show no fear, he had to admire her courage in what must be a singularly frightening situation for her. He continued to raise his arm, bringing it down with strong emphasis, until she slumped dejectedly across his knee. Only then did he lower his hand to rest upon her rounded posterior. Gently he massaged her heated globes, she moaned, unconsciously shifting her hips upward to meet his soothing palm.
International bestselling author Vanessa Brooks lives in Sussex England. She has a lifelong love of history, most especially English and American. She has written a couple of western tales, one notably for the Red Petticoat series which was such a huge success in America. Her Georgian series, Masterful Husbands, set in the 1700's also proved highly successful both sides of the Atlantic.
Vanessa’s novels are generally historically based; she has a knack of bringing an authenticity to the era in which her novels are set. Vanessa carefully researches each time period and strives to ensure that any historical facts she uses are correct.
More importantly, she likes writing entertaining books that her readers enjoy. She includes passion adventure, romance and domestic discipline, de rigueur within the eras of her popular novels.
If you read it and enjoyed it, then please leave me a review!
A wedding, a whirlwind trip around the country, and an unexpected attraction to the pilot always at her side…Carolyn’s role as mother-of-the-bride is proving to be a lot more exciting than she expected.
Arthur is determined to be a gentleman. But from the evening horseback rides at the ranch to an unexpected night in a hotel room together, his desire for Carolyn is tested.
Both have waited a long time for a second chance at love. Neither of them want to get it wrong. One room, one bed, two people who only met a week ago—a recipe for disaster or an opportunity for a second chance?
Mac’s father was in rare form. “Let’s get a move on. C’mon, Carolyn. We are goin’ to town to get a snort of pure Rocky Mountain oxygen. Trudy, are ye ready?”
“I appreciate the offer, but I should probably stay here and help Annie. I’m sure she’s got some last minutes things to do,” Carolyn begged off.
“No, go ahead. Have a good time,” Annie said. “Everything is under control here. Do you want me to run up and get your purse?”
“Thanks, but I brought it down with me; it’s in the foyer.”
“Then we’ll no be wastin’ time,” Mac’s father said as he took her arm and headed for the door.
They all piled into the SUV and were down the mountain in short order. It was a white-knuckle ride for Carolyn who wasn’t used to winding mountain roads.
As they exited the car, Trudy was excited to see so many shops she didn’t remember being there the last time she was in Estes. She and Carolyn were eager to visit them all and spend some money.
“Ye can shop for an hour and one hour only. I’ll no be goin’ home broke. But first we hit the pharmacy. I left somethin’ important at home and I’ll no be without it.”
Trudy cringed but Carolyn was over the moon. Now if she could just find that lube Arthur told her about the trip would be worth it.
Once inside, Trudy steered Carolyn to the card section. She wanted to pick up some post cards to mail to her friends back in Florida.
Mac’s father, Conall, started roaming up and down the aisles. He wasn’t a quiet man to begin with, but the Victorian tin tiles on the high ceiling in the old building made for great acoustics and even as he muttered everyone could hear him.
“Where the hell are they keepin’ that? At home it’s right in this aisle with the sweet smellin’ pussy stuff, douches, and rubbers.”
His voice was entirely too loud for Trudy’s liking and her face turned crimson as others in the store began to look down the aisle where Conall was perusing the merchandise.
“Come on, let’s get out of here, pretend we aren’t with him,” Trudy pleaded.
Talking aloud to himself—well actually anyone in the store—Conall started naming off the things he was seeing on the shelves. “Tampons, Always, Maxi Ultra thins, can’t imagine they’d do much good. Hmm, panty liners, pregnancy tests; a woman would no be needin’ those if they had some damn rubbers in this place. Ovulation tests…nope, I’m not ovulatin’ this month.” He laughed. “Douche bags, Summer’s Eve buy one get one free…probably a good deal if ye neglect to bathe.”
He continued down the aisle. “Well, what do ye know,” he said as he picked up a container and started reading. “Say Good-Bye to chafed thighs. Sweat absorber and friction fighter. Lady Anti Monkey Butt is specially formulated…” He started laughing so hard he couldn’t finish reading. “Friction fighter, that’s not for me, I like friction. But it does say it’s for indoor and outdoor use. I wonder what the neighbors would be thinkin’ about that.”
By now he’d attracted enough attention that the pharmacist came out from behind the counter and asked if he could help him.
“It depends,” Conall said.
“Oh, Depends, they’re right down this aisle. What size are you?”
“I’m no in need of those paper diapers,” Conall shouted. “Do I look incompetent to ye?”
“No sir, you do not. I thought you needed something for incontinence.”
“Well, ye made a simple mistake then.”
“What I need comes in a little package about this big. It’s blue and pink and inside there are two containers, one for him and one for her. Have ye tried it?” Conall then lowered his voice for the first time. “It’s for makin’ love, thrillin’ stuff; ye should try it. At home it’s right next to the rubbers, but I see ye no have any of those either.”
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About the author:
Keriann McKenna lives in the beautiful foothills of the Rocky Mountains with most of her family nearby. She writes both sweet and steamy romances about real life.
Love Shows Up is a companion book to her Fall River Ranch Series (4 books) and will stand alone.
The Key to Annie’s Heart (Book 1) is permafree on Amazon.
MacDermot’s Bride (Book 2) follows. Both contain explicit sex scenes and domestic discipline.
The MacDermots of Scotland (Book 3) the story of Mac and Annie’s honeymoon tones down the explicit sex and contains no domestic discipline. The same is true of On Loving a Woman, which contains elements of the paranormal. Mac’s great-grandfather appears to her as a ghost and sends her on a mission to find a book he wrote long ago (Book 4.) This book details how Mac’s great-grandfather and his wife rescue a young woman who is being abused by the Dean of the all-girls school. It may be a sensitive subject for some readers as it balances abuse by the Dean with the loving compassion Mac’s great-grandfather shows his wife. It does end well when justice and karma catch up with the Dean.
At the request of readers who are not fans of domestic discipline, Keriann rewrote the first two books in the series.
Fall River Rancher…Lonely Too Long (Sweet version of Book 1) and Fall River Bride…Lonely No More (Sweet version of Book 2) are available at all major vendors.
If you're looking for a sweeter type of romance novel, don't miss these!
Ever since I met her, I knew Maeve was going to be my wife someday.
Aye, she’s trouble, there’s no doubt about it,
Strutting around town, endangering her reputation.
Before I left for university, I warned her:
You’re going to be mine, so don’t go getting into any mischief!
I’ve been in love with Sean for as long as I can remember
But why does he have to be so damn bossy and opinionated?
Aye, I might have done a few foolish things after he left, but
There was no permanent damage.
And the way he forced my hand was downright underhanded…
When I marry him – if I marry him –
I’m going to teach him a thing or two about how to treat women!
Two hours later, Sean and her father came out of the study, her father obviously having trouble walking straight.
“I’ve given your hand in marriage to young Sean here,” he announced heartily.
“What?” she and her mother demanded in unison.
“Did I mumble?”
“Well, aye, actually you did,” Maeve replied, her hands on her hips.
“I said I’ve given my permission for Sean O’Malley to marry you,” he informed them with a huge grin as he staggered to his chair.
“How much whiskey did you have to pour down his throat to get him to agree to that?” she demanded, looking at Sean.
“When a man gifts another man with a bottle of whiskey, tis not his place to tell him how to drink it,” Sean answered with a grin.
Maeve rolled her eyes and sank to her knees before her father, taking his hands in hers.
“Da, I can’t marry him,” she said earnestly.
“Canna or wilna?” he asked, slipping heavily into the brogue as he always did when drinking.
“You’d shame me in front of the entire town?” he demanded. “What’s wrong with O’Malley anyway? He seems a fine young lad with a good head on his shoulders.”
“He’s too bossy and arrogant,” Maeve insisted, glaring at Sean who stood leaning against the door casing, grinning.
“Ach, so is your mother and I married her,” her father cried, waving off her objections.
Maeve sighed and put her head down, waiting for the outburst. It wasn’t long coming and after her Ma had given her Da quite a large piece of her mind, she stormed from the room.
“I should have taken a stick to her years ago,” her father said sadly.
“It’s never too late,” Sean offered helpfully.
“Shut up, O’Malley,” Maeve said under her breath. “Don’t encourage him when he’s in this condition. She’s likely to clock him a good one. Come on, Da. Let Sean help you up to bed and then he and I will hash everythin’ out.”
“You won’t shame me, not after I’ve given me word?” he asked, narrowing his eyes.
“I won’t shame you, Da. Now go up to bed and don’t worry about a thin’.”
“Aye, you’re a good daughter,” he said, trying to rise and falling back into his chair, “even if you are a sassy lass. I have no doubt Sean here will know what to do about that.
“Come on, lad, help me up. Maybe I can fall asleep before her Ma decides she’s speakin’ to me again. Now that t’would be a blessin’,” he sighed, patting Maeve’s cheek.
Sean easily pulled him to his feet and helped him upstairs to his room. Maeve sat back down on the couch, indicating Sean should have a seat too when he returned. A few minutes later, her Ma stormed through the room and stomped upstairs.
“Is that the end of it?” he asked.
“For tonight. She won’t speak to him for several days, and she’ll walk around the house with a wounded air performin’ her ‘wifely duties’, all but one. Then he’ll get sick of it and go out and buy her a gift.”
“What kind of gift?”
“Oh a piece of jewelry she’s been covetin’ or a pretty nightgown. He’ll beg her forgiveness, and she’ll grant it, until the next time.”
“How often does this happen?” Sean asked curiously. His own Da would put a stop to the silent treatment in an entirely different, and in Sean’s mind, a more appropriate way.
“Three or four times a year, usually when he’s had a few too many with another bloke who makes him feel less manly. Then he spouts and sputters about how a man should be in charge of his own home, king of his castle and other nonsense. He can never quite pull it off, but he does try.”
“Maeve, did you mean what you said about not shamin’ your da?”
“So you’ll marry me?”
“Unless I can figure a way out of it without embarrassin’ Da,” she informed him. “Give me a legitimate reason to break it off and you’re gone, O’Malley. Can I show you out?”
Rising, he let her lead him to the door and open it.
“Good night, darlin’,” he said, taking her hand and kissing it. “I’ll be by tomorrow night to pick you up and we’ll go to a movie or somethin’.”
“Tomorrow night I have choir practice,” she drawled, pulling her hand away.
“Then I’ll pick you up after practice. It will be a good time for us to give the Father the news.”
“Suit yourself,” she said, trying to close the door.
“One more thing,” he drawled with a smile. “The ‘pulling it off’ thing you mentioned, a man bein’ the boss of his own home?”
“I can and will pull it off,” he assured her.
“I see, well good luck with that, O’Malley,” she smiled, planting her hand in the middle of his chest and backing him up.
Before he could reply, his nose was mere inches from the door knocker.
Kiss Me, O'Malley is live. I hope you'll enjoy it.
The other books in the series have been updated with new covers, excerpts and book numbers so readers won't be confused. I'd like to thank Blushing Books for all the work they've put into reviving this series. Book One of The O'Malleys, Changing Her Mind, will now be free and Little White Lies, The O'Malleys, Book Two is at a reduced price.
*The Not-So-Lucky Bridget O'Malley is now part one of The Perfectly Naughty Bride.
Visit my page, The O'Malleys, for a look at the new covers up close. Of course, if you click any of the covers they will take you directly to Amazon.
Thank kids, you've been kind, patient and supportive. It means the world to me.
So, I guess I'll give you the bad news first. The release date for, Kiss Me, O'Malley is going to be held up for a short time. Yeah, I'm kind of bummed about it too. However, I think my publisher has it right.
See, I never intended for The O'Malleys to be an ongoing series, it just sort of happened. One book led to another and another until I'd written 7 books. The characters took on a life of their own and each time I thought I was done, I wasn't. In fact, I'm still not.
Because I didn't intend to write so many books, they never got connected. In other words, branded, so that readers could tell simply by the cover that the books were part of something bigger. They also had no way of knowing which order to read the books in. Over time, and with the release of each new novel, it got more and more confusing.
Now Blushing Books is going to fix the problem by giving the books new covers which will clearly state they are part of the series and they'll be numbered! So it's like a free make-over. Same novels, same characters, but a new image.
I'm not sure how long this will take, but we're all working very hard on it. Changing Her Mind, The O'Malleys, Book 1, will be free when everything is up and running. They are also going to move the books from Erotic to Romance. You see, I think I'm pretty hot, well not me exactly, but my stories. They have a box on their submission form and I'm always checking "X". I'm pretty sure someone is laughing at me when they see this and they always, always move me down a couple of boxes.
I'm not apologizing. I write from my heart and while there is sex and a bit of kink, they are love stories first and foremost. They are about families, and commitment. There is almost always someone getting married, about to get married or newly married. I can't seem to help it. I want everyone to be happy. There are children and babies, arguments and naughty wives and lots of handsome, frustrated men who believe that sometimes there is nothing left to do but pull their ladies over their knees.
And there are women, lots of funny, feisty, opinionated woman who find it very difficult to mind what their men say, even when it's obviously for their own good. This leads to conflict and of course, sweet and sexy resolution.
So, there it is in a nutshell. I'll let you know as soon as I have a new date, but I expect it to be early October. In the meantime, I'll get back to work on Colleen and Noah's story. Readers have been asking about it for a long time and I'm thrilled to finally be able to bring it to them. It's going to be part of another double story about them and an independent little cousin from Ireland who causes quite quandary for a certain Sargent. Even I can hardly wait to see what kind of trouble she gets into.
Oh, this book sounds delicious. I haven't read it yet, but it's going on my list TBR as soon as I'm done sharing!
Book two of her Victorian Melodrama’s: Amanda
A minx of mischievous disposition is unwittingly drawn into the deeply shadowed life of Victorian London. Amanda Beresford uncovers the dark deeds of a man that society trusts. This is a girl with a love of the simple pleasures in life. Amanda soon discovers the adult delight of having not one, but two handsome admirers. Each man compelling in a different way; one is as light as the other is dark but which of these two gentlemen represents good and which evil?
Join Amanda as she moves from the freedom of her light hearted girlhood into the darker confusion of full womanhood while living in the hypocritical era of Victorian England. A place where ladies cover their piano’s legs for fear of being considered indecent, while their husbands, at the other end of town, are fondling the real thing!
Vanessa Brooks brings us another of her popular historical novels – a melodrama that delves under the polite veneer of Victorian society.
DISCLAIMER: This book is intended for adults only. It contains elements of power exchange, dubious consent, discipline, explicit sexual scenes. If any of these elements offend you, please do not purchase this book.
He drew her hand to his lips, pushing her glove away from her pale inner wrist. He leant forward as though to place a kiss on that tender spot but instead, nipped her soft white flesh sharply. She squealed, shocked, smartly withdrawing her hand, she cradled it glaring at him furiously. “How dare you!”
“Oh I dare. Perhaps you believe me now? I’m American but not always the gentleman. I fought beside my father in the civil war and that iniquitous fight changed me. Like my Maine Coon cat you will find me unpredictable. We Americans are made of wilder, sterner stuff than your tame Englishmen.
About The Author:
International bestselling author Vanessa Brooks lives in Sussex England. She has a lifelong love of history, most especially English and American. She has written a couple of western tales, one notably for the Red Petticoat series which was such a huge success in America. Her Georgian series, Masterful Husbands, set in the 1700's also proved highly successful both sides of the Atlantic.
Vanessa’s novels are generally historically based; she has a knack of bringing an authenticity to the era in which her novels are set. Vanessa carefully researches each time period and strives to ensure that any historical facts she uses are correct.
More importantly, she writes entertaining books for her readers to enjoy. She includes passion adventure, romance and domestic discipline, de rigueur within the eras of her popular novels.
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I have a feeling we won't be sorry!
Writing a series is usually fun. You already have a leg up, so to speak. You know the characters, what they look like, how they think. You know their personalities, their quirks and traits. You've created their 'world' in book one and flowing into book two is easy. Yes, you add other characters and situations, but you know what you're doing, you've done it before.
There is also a down side.
When you write one book you hope and pray readers will like it. If you're good at your craft they usually do, but there is always the chance your book will flop, for whatever reason, and it may be something as simple as a glutted market that particular month. Sales can be slow or nearly non-existent. You feel terrible, disappointed, even questioning your abilities as an author, but in the end it's one book. Hopefully you have others that have done well, a decent back-list of successes. You pick yourself up, dust off your ego and carry on. It's just what we do.
Series writing feels different, especially if the previous books have done well, very well. Readers loved them. There are expectations. You feel an obligation to give them a story as good or preferably better than the books that came before. You feel pressure, angst, and constantly question your skill as a writer. Kiss Me, O'Malley was this book for me.
Part of that may have been losing Bill halfway through the book. My biggest fan, the man who encouraged me and made me laugh every day was gone. The man who frequently came into my office and whispered, "wanna do a little research" was gone.
Emotionally I was a wreck, yet this book somehow remained important to me.
Perhaps it was because Maeve and Sean were basically around our ages when I started the series. They had grown children, or nearly grown if you count Bridget, lol, grandchildren, and a rich life filled with family, humor, love.
There were many things to consider as I tried to move forward. Because of this couple's love for one another, their commitment to each other, an entire world had been created. I was terrified of screwing up 'their' story. Can one poorly written book ruin an entire series? Can it smash an author's career to smithereens? I don't know.
The time frame was not a problem. The book takes place in the seventies. Okay, cool. I know all about the seventies. I fell in love with Bill in the seventies, but it also takes place in Ireland, so back up and do some research, a lot of research. In the end I don't think it was the problem I anticipated. I worked my way around it as best I could and tried to keep the dialect fairly accurate.
There was also the 'ew' factor. I haven't spelled it right but we all know what it is, the noise younger people make when they think of older ones having sex. The readers already know Maeve and Sean as the matriarch and patriarch of The O'Malley clan. How far should I go, how far could I go as far as sex, dd, or kink without grossing out younger readers?
Of course I saw them as a young, passionate, fiery couple. I saw Maeve's luxurious long auburn hair, Sean's masculine, strong body. I understood her independent streak, her sharp wit and sassy attitude. I felt his stubborn determination to have her, win her, but would readers buy it when they already knew them as older and settled?
I agonized over some of this. How could I write a sexy, funny, romantic novel when I was gutted? Was it a mistake to write it at all?
I've been asked hundreds of times to continue the series. Readers wanted Sean and Maeve's story, Noah and Colleen's, even Patrick and Molly's. I've even had letters suggesting some of the grandchildren should be getting older by now, maybe Jason has a story. While I'm not ready to go that far, I do have a story in the works in which Colleen's wild pursuit of Noah backfires on her, but I felt as though I couldn't continue with that until Maeve and Sean had their day.
Finally I bit the bullet and finished it. I don't know how good it is, I never do. I'm not sure any honest author knows whether they've hit the mark or not. All I can say is that I've written them how I imagined them from the beginning and hope readers like it.
Kiss Me, O'Malley
Maeve had her eye on Sean O’Malley ever since she made her first communion at St. Patrick’s. He was an altar boy a few years older than her and while he had an angelic face she knew there was more to the tall young man than met the eye. He had a reputation; at least that’s was what the older girls whispered about him. What that meant exactly she didn’t quite grasp, but she was impressed just the same. Anything that caused the nuns to scowl in his direction was interesting. He always smiled back at them and spoke respectfully, but the nuns would tsk, frown and shake their heads as they walked away. It was almost as though they wished he would do something they could reprimand him for.
Her fascination didn’t end when he turned fifteen and no longer lit the candles in church. Each Sunday she looked for him. He was absent more than he was present, but that didn’t upset her. She knew in her heart he was a good boy, despite what others might say.
As she grew older, Sean always seemed to be in the vicinity when she got herself in hot water. He’d either whisk her away or plant his big body between her and whatever threat presented itself. Sometimes it was other boys bothering her for no reason she could determine and sometimes it was something foolish she’d done bringing trouble down on her own head.
The nuns weren’t fond of make-up. Unfortunately Maeve was very fond of Strawberry Kiss lipstick.
“Wipe that off,” he’d hiss as he passed her in the hall. Or “don’t think I can’t tell that you’ve rolled your skirt up.” One day he herded her toward the row of lockers in the hall and whispered in her ear. “I could still smell that perfume in the gym an hour after you’d left it. Sooner or later you’re goin’ to be called to task about that. Go back to the sweet scent you use to wear,” he demanded before walking away.
Affronted Maeve sniffed her sweater. Well, maybe it was a bit much but it was called Parisian Mist and wearing it made her feel grown up.
It was a sad day when he graduated. That summer, before he went off to college, she hardly saw him unless she happened to stroll by Woodies where he worked. Occasionally he was outside, loading a truck, his white tee-shirt straining across his chest, the muscles in his arms bulging.
It was the early seventies and while her parents had a fit, she’d still managed to cajole them into letting her buy some of the latest fashions. Of course they had no idea the skirts she bought could all be rolled up at the waist until they classified as miniskirts. Or that the shorts she bought were technically called ‘hot pants.’ Platform shoes added many inches to her height and wearing them she felt mature. Stopping outside the wire fence at Woodies she sent her girlfriends on ahead and watched Sean working. He looked up and saw her. She smiled and waved. After wiping the sweat from his brow he stared at her, his hands planted on his hips before his long-legged stride brought him to the fence.
“Jesus Maeve, what the devil are ya doin’?” he demanded.
“Nothin’. My friends and I are goin’ shoppin’. Why?”
“Dressed like that?”
“Aye, what wrong with the way I’m dressed, not that it’s any concern of yours?” she asked, slightly stung by his attitude.
“For one thing you’re advertisin’ somethin’ that’s not available,” he snapped.
“How do you know what’s available and what isn’t,” she challenged, tossing her auburn hair over her shoulder.
“Because I know you’re not yet sixteen, darlin’,” he said softly, leaning closer.
Maeve’s heart raced. Tipping her head back she looked into his eyes.
“I also know that when it is available, tis mine. I’ll be leavin’ soon so you’d better behave while I’m gone. If you don’t, when your Da gets done skelpin’ you I’ll be waitin’ in line to give you the worst spankin’ of your young life. Do you understand?”
“No,” she breathed, her knees shaking.
“You will,” he assured her with a gentle smile. “Now go home and wash that muck off your face before I do it with that hose over there,” he insisted pointing to a big hose on the outside of the building. “And put some proper clothes on or I’ll give you a lickin’ right here. Those shorts don’t cover much so I should be able to do a proper job of it.”
Maeve drew back and straightened her spine with a snap.
“I’ll do as I please, Sean O’Malley and you can go straight to the devil,” she hissed taking a step back when his face darkened.
“Aye, that may be where I’m headed darlin’,” he conceded with a grin, “but you’re headin’ home to change,” he insisted, pointing in the direction she’d come from.
“No I’m not,” she said, stomping her foot. “I’m goin’ with my friends!”
“Martin is it lunch time yet?” he called to a man behind him working on loading another truck. “I find I’ve got an errand to run,” he continued taking off his leather gloves.
“Sure Sean, go ahead. I’ll cover for you” the man replied with a grunt.
Maeve shivered and took another step back from the fence. There was no doubt he meant exactly as he said. With a huff she glared at him, pivoted on her platform sandals and stomped off in the direction he indicated.
Sean laughed. “You can use a little of the strawberry lip paint,” he called after her. “I fancy that one.”
“Kiss my arse, O’Malley,” she yelled over her shoulder.
“Oh I will, with my lips and my hand if you don’t have a care and mind me,” he whispered watching her bottom swing. “Someday.”
Maeve spent the next three years as a typical teenager. She went to parties, dances and got decent grades in school. Her first kiss was disappointing, as was smoking a joint. Instead of feeling all happy as she expected, she got a little paranoid, wondering if somehow, someway he’d find out. For some reason, Sean’s threat stuck like glue and although she only saw him once in a while at Mass when he was home for a school holiday she often wondered what he knew and what he didn’t.
He’d clearly said he intended to be first in line when she became available and at seventeen it seemed he might be a little late. As her eighteenth birthday neared she determined he was full of crap. There’d been plenty of times he could have approached her after church and he hadn’t. There was also the telephone and any idiot could write a note, if not a letter.
No, he’d been playing with her that day, teasing the naive young girl who obviously had a crush on him. She blushed knowing she’d been transparent and decided that strolling by his place of employment dressed as a South Street hooker hadn’t been her finest hour. At the time she hadn’t even realized how much she worshiped him. Then the big jerk threatened her. That cooled her ardor. How dare he act like he could intimidate her? Well actually he had intimidated her, she admitted. The thought of being on the receiving end of a spanking from Sean O’Malley was not something to joke about. The man had muscles on his muscles and an attitude to match. She’d never seen him back down from a fight; he had a ‘don’t mess with me assertiveness’ and the reputation to back it up.
On the other hand he’d always looked out for her, coming between her and disaster many times. He could be kind, gentle and thoughtful. On her seventeenth birthday she received a dozen yellow roses with a card that said ‘Enjoy your birthday, but not too much’. It wasn’t signed, so they could have been from anyone and she refused to believe they were from him.
Maeve dated a few boys, but nothing serious developed. She didn’t like being pawed and for some reason that seemed to be their main objective. “What are you saving it for?” was a nasty question she heard more than once and that was usually the last date. In truth, she wasn’t sure herself. Most of her girlfriends had given it up long ago. She tried to convince herself she remained ‘a good girl’ because of her religious beliefs, but part of her suspected it had something to do with The O’Malley’s warning, which was just stupid. He was nowhere around and would probably never know nor care what she did after all this time. It was a silly school girl infatuation and it was over.
A few days before her eighteenth birthday, she joined some friends to hang out in the field behind the school. They built a campfire and someone brought along a boom box. Soon they were partying and attracted another group of kids from a nearby Public school. A cute boy visiting his cousins from the states named Tony singled her out immediately and Maeve was flattered as her girlfriends looked at her with envy. From his pack he produced several bottles of wine which began to make the rounds. Handing Maeve an unopened bottle called Tickle Pink he announced that it was hers alone in honor of her birthday.
Smiling he opened it and handed it to her. Taking a small sip she was surprised how good it was. It did tickle her nose and tasted a bit like carbonated fruit juice, not at all like the heavy communion wine she was used to. She shared her bottle with Tony who only took a few sips and all too soon she was holding it upside down with a pout on her face.
“Aw, tis all gone,” she giggled.
“That’s okay babe,” he assured her. “I’ve got something else.” Reaching into his pocket he pulled out a packet of pills and held out his hand to her.
Maeve shook her head.
“Come on, babe,” he pleaded. “These are nothing, just a few ludes. Have a couple. They’ll make you feel great.”
Cautiously Maeve took one pill and looked it over. It was small, how much harm could it do she thought? Popping it in her mouth she glanced around and saw that most of the kids had paired off and moved beyond the light of the fire. Her world was beginning to spin when Tony eased her onto her back.
His kisses were sweet, she sighed. If another man’s face appeared in her mind, so what. This boyo was here now. She hardly felt his fingers sliding under her sweater. It wasn’t until she heard the snap of her jeans pop open that she tried to stop him. That tiny noise sounded as loud as a shotgun.
“No Tony, stop,” she said faintly, reaching to capture his hand as it slid down the front of her jeans.
“Come on, it will be fun,” he promised, lowering his face to her breasts.
“No, I don’t want to.” Trying to push him away she found her arms were about as strong as noodles. A tear slipped into her hair as she realized what she’d done. O’Malley was going to kill her.
As though she’d conjured him, he suddenly appeared between her and the stars, his big body blocking out the light from the fire. His face was completely in shadow, but there was no mistaking his sheer size, or the growl that came from his throat. He picked Tony up by the scruff of the neck, shaking him as though he were a puppy.
“What did you give her?” he demanded in a voice Maeve had never heard before.
“Nothing man,” Tony squealed struggling to get away. “She just had a little cheap wine.”
“What did you give her?” Sean repeated, tightening his grip on the boy’s throat.
“A lude man,” Tony whined as his hand clawed at Sean’s. “Shit, she only took one. It’s no big deal. She’ll be fine.”
“How long ago?”
“I don’t know, maybe ten minutes. She’s just drunk.”
Maeve lay sprawled on the ground watching the scene unfold between the boy and O’Malley. She hoped when he killed her he did it quickly because there was a very good chance she was going to throw up. If that happened she’d have to lay in it because she sure as hell couldn’t get up.
Sean tossed the kid away, enjoying his yelp when he hit the ground. Looking at Maeve he went down on one knee, gently tucked her breast back into her bra, and pulled down her sweater. He tried not to notice her lacy underwear as he zipped her jeans and snapped them.
Her expression was curious, but she neither moved nor spoke, something that worried him.
“Come on, darlin’” he said, taking her under her arms. “Let’s get you up.” He held her by her waist once he had her upright. Her legs seemed to be useless. Moving her toward the light of the fire he was just getting ready to stick his big finger down her throat when she began to vomit. Supporting her with one arm he gathered her long auburn hair in his other fist.
It was over in a few minutes. When she looked up at him she was white as a ghost and sweating profusely.
“Can you walk?” he asked after she wiped her mouth on the sleeve of her sweater.
She nodded but when he took her arm to lead her away she didn’t get three steps before she went to her knees. Scooping her into his arms he carried her away into the dark, her head resting weakly on his shoulder.
“We’re not goin’ to discuss this tonight, darlin’” he told her as he drove her home. She looked both terrible and terrified as she leaned against her door with the window open and let the cool night air sweep over her. “Tell your Ma that you must have eaten somethin’ bad and that when you started gettin’ sick you called me for a lift.”
“I didn’t even know you were home.”
“They don’t know that.”
“So you want me to lie? To my own parents?” she asked with a touch of sarcasm in her voice.
“No, don’t lie. Tell them that their daughter went off with some friends, met up with strangers and got good and drunk on cheap wine. Then she took an illegal drug from one of them and almost got raped. Don’t forget the possibility that you could be presentin’ ‘em with their first grandbabe in nine months if things had turned out differently,” he snapped. “Aye, you sassy little bit, I want you to lie.”
“Okay, I’m sorry,” she sniffed, a sob escaping.
“Don’t cry darlin’,” he advised her. “There’ll be plenty of time for that later.”
“What do you mean?” she whispered.
“I think you know exactly what I mean, Maeve my girl,” he replied calmly.
“No, no I don’t,” she insisted, turning to face him.
“Well if you don’t, you should. I told you three years ago how things stood between us and don’t go tryin’ to deny it. I warned you not to be givin’ something away that belongs to me.”
“And just what do you think belongs to you, O’Malley? You haven’t called me, haven’t written and barely spoken to me when we saw each other at Mass. And from this I’m supposed to know that I somehow belong to you?” she demanded.
“No, you’re supposed to know because I told you, right out and proper like. And don’t think I haven’t been keepin’ an eye on you darlin’ because I have. The way I see it you have quite a few things to atone for.”
“Oh, I do, do I?”
“Aye, you certainly do.”
“Like the way you let Kelly Rourke kiss you in the sanctuary after choir practice.”
“How do you know about that?” she gasped. “And I didn’t let him kiss me, he just did it.”
“You should have slapped his face. I haven’t even kissed you yet and I’m going to wed you.”
“Who says? What makes you think I’d marry you anyway?”
“I don’t think, I know,” he replied confidently.
Maeve snorted as Sean pulled up in front of her house.
“I’ll pick you up after school tomorrow,” he stated, turning to face her as he shut the car off.
“Don’t bother,” she shot back, opening the door.
“Little lass, you’re playin’ with fire and you’re goin’ to get burnt in more ways than one. You’ve loved me since you were seven so don’t try to deny it, and I’ve loved you too. I’ve been waitin’ for you to grow up, but it’s come to me that you might need a man’s firm hand in order to do that. After tonight I’m more convinced than ever. I need to marry you before you get yourself into trouble you can’t get out of. Now get up the yard before I forget that you’re not feelin’ well. I’ll be waitin’ for you tomorrow.”
“There’s no law against waitin’, O’Malley,” she said with a smile. “I’ve been waitin’ for three years.” Slamming the door she ran up the steps to her house.
©2017 Stevie MacFarlane
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A non-traditional tale of traditional love.
Wes has come to the gripping realization that he would rather be a lifelong bachelor than to settle for anything less than his heart’s true desire—the love of a strong woman who can be a good little girl in his arms. Having decided that his type of woman does not exist, he represses his need by spending his days working dawn to dusk on his family’s ranch.
When Garrett, his younger brother, who left the ranch for a lucrative career on Wall Street, comes home to visit, he has a new girlfriend in tow. Carrie has an innocence that Garrett's women have never possessed. From her golden curls to her chocolate brown eyes, she is as sweet as they come. Wes is intrigued by her demeanor.
Wes discovers quickly that Carrie has a feisty side as well. When she demands to ride Mabel, his untamed horse, she doesn’t take Wes’ answer to heart. Wes threatens to take Carrie over his knee and her reply is only three little words, “Like a Daddy?” which turns Wes’ world upside down. When Carrie pushes Wes too far, the inevitable happens, and it unleashes a life-altering chain of events.
Will Wes be able to keep his feelings for Carrie to himself? Can Garrett stay true to Carrie, or will his wild ways return? Will the brothers be divided by unexpected circumstances? Will Carrie survive the ensuing turmoil? Or have their worlds indeed been turned upside down for good?
Publisher’s note: This sweet, messy love story is intended for adults only. There are some elements of mild age play language and discipline of an adult woman. If any of these themes offend you, please do not purchase.
Excerpts; Have a little taste of ‘Daddy Mine’-
Like a Daddy
Carrie straightened herself to her full height. “I’ll ride her before I leave. Make no mistake.”
An angry, yet playful glint shone in her eyes as she was trying to tug her arm away.
“You make no mistake—you ride that horse, and I will spank your bottom until you aren’t
sitting comfortably for a week. Garrett’s girl, or not.” He held her arm firmly, rendering her tugging
useless. “My ranch, my rules, little girl.”
She stood, shocked, her eyes wide. In a breathless whisper, she said, “Like a Daddy.” Carrie
had dated few men. She held onto them for a few months, but none could fulfill her. Each man
lacked what Carrie desired most. It was something she could never quite put into words. Finally,
meeting Garrett, she had put those thoughts away. Time to settle down and no longer be looking
for something that didn’t exist.
Author Bio; Get to know Shanna Handel-
Shanna Handel lives in the South, where men still hold doors open, and people call her ma'am. Shanna and her soulmate are raising many their many children in an old farmhouse that they are endlessly fixing up. Her ideal evening is hanging out catching fireflies and rocking on the porch with music playing and good food being served up.
Shanna is a hopeless romantic with a great love story of her own and frequently lost in her imagination. Her end goal is to create a happy, peaceful home that feels like a throwback to a simpler time where her family and friends can visit.
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I like to think of buying a book as a trip to the bakery. I peek through the glass display cases and ogle all the pastries trying to decide whether I'm going to buy my old favorite or try something new. They all look so lovely and decadent, but what if I waste my money? What if I try something new and I'm disappointed?
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.Stevie MacFarlane is sweet. No seriously, they say I am the sweet one. I hear it all the time and I’ve tried so very hard to get down and dirty, nasty even, but alas, I am a cupcake. I may even be a ‘vanilla’ cupcake!
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"Tess stood at the end of the long white runner. The church was packed with people and the organ was playing soft, sweet music. Four year old Caitlin almost vibrated with impatience, her blonds curls quivering as she waited for Tess to whisper that it was time for her to start down the aisle scattering flower petals as she walked. Caitlin’s pink dress perfectly matched the ring of flowers and baby’s breath in her hair. The gray satin dress that Tess wore was short, sleeveless and full with a wide pink satin band around the waist. The design was vintage and certainly appropriate for this family, Tess thought irritably. A pillbox hat with a gray net veil perched on top of her recently shorn locks and gray satin pumps completed the outfit.
Tess swished her perfectly cut angled bob enjoying the feeling of weightlessness of it. Two feet of silky black hair was on its way to make a wig for cancer patients and she felt damn good about it. Too bad if Rory O’Malley didn’t like it, she thought, as she narrowed her eyes and sent a glare to the front of the church wondering where the hell the groom was.
“Stop fidgeting,” Molly O’Malley leaned forward and whispered in her ear. “It won’t help and the crinoline will make it worse.”
Tess bristled. Sometimes it was so annoying that Molly knew everything. When she first met Patrick’s wife she thought it was cool that Molly was gifted. Lately, she felt just the opposite. It was galling that not only had Molly warned her about cutting her hair, she knew what had happened this morning.
Tess blushed as her eyes darted around the area to see if anyone else had overheard.
“They didn’t,” Molly whispered again, “But someone will figure it out if you don’t stop acting like your ass is on fire.”
“My ass is on fire,” Tess hissed back wanting to slap the grin off Rory’s face as he watched her discomfort. Quickly he turned, walked up the side aisle of the church, and disappeared into the anteroom.
“This is Nick and Maggie’s day. Please try to get through the wedding and reception without killing my brother-in-law.”
“I’ll get through it…at the bar…standing. But I cannot promise not to kill him afterwards.”
Molly’s soft tinkling laugh drew a few curious looks but she and Tess just smiled sweetly until the guests turned around."
Jay sat with his size fourteen shoes on the desk, occasionally glancing at the bank of cameras and cleaning his fingernails with his penknife. Lord he hated this gig, but in his line of work you didn’t get to choose. Sighing, he picked up his coffee and took a sip before seeing movement at the back of the property. Zooming in, he checked out the figure and determined it was the kid.
She didn’t concern him. He’d seen her come and go like this a hundred times and if it turned her on to think she was pulling something over on her old man, so be it. He knew better. He knew there were men stationed outside the perimeter who would follow her without her ever noticing.
Leaning back, he took another sip and watched her; then his eyes narrowed. There was something different about her gait, about the way the jeans hugged her ass. The nervous way she stopped and looked around every few yards didn’t seem right. It set his senses on high alert. Peering closer, he noticed the hair peeking out from under her cap. Crap, it was dark and he knew if it should fall off the hair would spill down her back in a cascade of waves. It wasn’t the kid, it was the woman and she was walking right into a trap.
What the hell!
“Travis, I need you to cover for me,” he said calmly into his radio. “Nature calls.”
“Sure thing, I’ll be there in a minute,” his partner responded.
He knew Travis would be running. ‘Nature calls’ was their signal that something was up, something that couldn’t wait. As soon as the other man entered the room, Jay was out the door, no questions asked.
He hit the pavement in less than thirty seconds, hopped over the side of his ’65 Mustang convertible and gunned it as soon as the powerful engine roared to life. Travis was on cue, hitting the button that unlocked the gate giving him mere inches to spare as he sailed through it. The uniformed guard was probably on the phone before he raced down the street.
“Get in,” he yelled when he pulled up beside her.
She ignored him, still pretending to listen to her earbuds.
“NOW!” he roared.
Joy froze, looking at him. It was obvious she recognized him, clear she was going to run and right this minute he didn’t have time to chase her. He had no idea where the others were. They could be ahead of him, behind him or taking aim right now. He pulled his gun and pointed it at her.
“Get in the fucking car, now,” he growled. Thank God she moved, diving in the seat without opening the door. He hit the gas and spun out, leaving streaks of rubber on the pavement. Smoke filled the air, giving them precious seconds. He heard the squeal of brakes behind them and knew he’d bought them some time, not much. Jay buried the speedometer while Joy struggled to get in the seat properly.
“Seat belt,” he barked out over the sound of the throbbing mufflers. About half a mile down the road he threw the shifter into neutral and flipped the key, killing the engine. Coasting he pulled into a break in the trees, thankful that it was still daylight and his ‘stang was dark green. He never touched the brakes.
The car finally rolled to a stop and he looked at her. Tears were running down her cheeks and she was still struggling to buckle the belt. Reaching over, he brushed her trembling hands away and snapped it into place.
Big blue eyes looked up at him. Her lip quivered.
“Please don’t take me back,” she whispered.
“Where were you going?” he asked roughly. He couldn’t lose sight of his objective here, no matter how her tears affected him.
“I don’t know,” she replied, staring at her hands. “Somewhere… anywhere away from here.”
Joy reached up and pulled the neck of her baggy sweatshirt down. Jay felt the blood rush to his head. He studied each fingerprint around her neck and slammed his fist on the steering wheel. He’d seen worse, but for some reason he couldn’t remember when. Bile rose in his throat and he swallowed it back down. Instinct pushed him to return to the house and beat the shit out of the man who’d done this to her. Not all the bruises were new. Some were green, indicating this was not a one-time incident. It made everything so much worse.
“Who are you?” she asked, watching his face.
“J.R. Everly,” he replied.
“You work for him,” she said sadly. “I do his books. I sign your paychecks.”
“Yup,” he admitted.
“Then why did you grab me? Why not just let the others drag me back?” she asked suspiciously.
“Let’s just say he’s not the only one I work for and leave it at that,” Jay answered, pulling a cigarette from a pack on the dashboard and lighting it.
“Then you’re a plant of some kind,” she sneered. “Must be nice collecting two paychecks.”
“It would be, if I could keep both of them,” he said with a sharp laugh.
“Why can’t you?” she demanded, fiddling with the buckle.
“Don’t,” he snapped, pleased when her hands fell away.
“What are you going to do with me?” she asked. “Are you going to hurt me?”
“Not like that,” he replied harshly, “never like that. If you’re a good girl and do exactly what I tell you, you might just come out of this unscathed, otherwise…”
Joy Bradley was a bit disappointed when she ended up taking a job as a Junior Accountant after finishing her degree in Forensic Accounting. It seems like a step down the ladder instead of up, but she had rent to pay and debts to meet. One of the things that made it slightly more bearable was John Barrows, the gorgeous owner of the company who was said to be worth billions. Not that she ever expected to catch the eligible bachelor’s notice, but a girl could still dream, couldn’t she?
Joy focused on doing the best job she could, despite how boring it was. However, it wasn’t long before Joy began to notice a number of discrepancies and strangely coded deposits into foreign accounts. Unable to help herself she begins to investigate, falling headlong into a secret world of money laundering, racketeering and murder.
J.R. Everly has been working the Barrows case for months and the last thing he needs getting in his way is a young and ambitious woman like Joy. When she presents her findings to the owner she inadvertently puts herself in a very dangerous position.
Barrows instantly lays claim to Joy, bringing her into his home to ‘keep her safe’ until he can conclude his own investigation. Jay knows far too well the kind of man Barrows is. Can he protect Joy and still not blow his cover?
This excerpt is part of The Arms I Run To, my novella contained in Hero Undercover.
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Vows—hers to tell the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth—his to protect the witness with his very life. But when both are up against pure evil, what will the ultimate price of justice be?
Her Protector by Annabel Joseph
Rowan Park works in a secret, hyper-secure area of the government, defending the homeland from malicious hacking attacks. When a kidnapping attempt threatens her life, she’s forced to seek shelter—and comfort—in an unexpected protector’s arms.
Monster by Jennifer Bene
Cold, ruthless, vicious… I’m Paulo García’s monster, and I’d swallowed that bitter pill whole, learned to deal with it — until Nicky. I know I should try to help her, protect her, but then who will save her from me?
Her Undercover Doms by Anya Summers
Sherry can't believe her luck, she followed a Dom to the Bahamas only to have him fall for another submissive, and to make matters worse, that same Dom has issued her an ultimatum, either submit to the handsome Doms Patrick and Nick to become a better sub or leave the island. Will the two undercover CIA Agents convince the gorgeous beauty that she is the submissive for them or will their undercover investigation tear them apart?
A Night by my Fire by Addison Cain
The risk River had taken saving a stranger bigger than a linebacker and as grateful as a psychopath put her in a bad position. Someone had left him to die... and good men didn’t get dumped in the cold.
The Officer's Little Girl by Meredith O’Reilly
Adam is assigned to go undercover at 'The Little Resort' and take down the owner who has been selling illegal drugs. He gets partnered to be Chloe's Daddy and ends up falling head over heels in love for his little girl.
Pandora and the Pool Guy by April Hill
Forced to enter the Witness Protection Program, Pandora finds a mutual attraction with the pool guy. But is he really just the handyman next door?
In Too Deep by Claire Conrad
One chance encounter is all it takes for hard-ass undercover agent Jace Montgomery to fall in love. When the woman who stole his heart is taken hostage, he'll destroy anything and everything in his way to save her.
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