It's on sale!
I changed the cover! I didn't know you could do that. I like this one a lot, don't you? To celebrate, I'm putting FIRST A LADY on sale through Monday, March 11, 2019. So.,..enjoy!
Click on the image and it'll take you right to Amazon. You can also find it here beginning Friday March 8-Monday March 11:
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I'm so excited to formally introduce my latest release, FIRST A LADY. It's a political romance-suspense, and it's my first attempt as an indie author. I hope you'll check it out. Here are some links for you, too.
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Meanwhile, I hope you'll join us tonight for the release party for FIRST A LADY. Lots of authors will be there to help me celebrate and to talk about their own books. Come meet some new authors and support those you know and love. Here's the info: August 14 from 7pm-10pm EST. in the L. Woods PR Romance Room on Facebook. Here's the link: https://www.facebook.com/groups/TheRomanceRoom/
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first a lady comes out tomorrow!
Oh my goodness! I'm so excited. This is my first indie title and my first political romance! I love this book, and I love this cover. Don't you?
I adore all things bodyguard/protector, and John Marin has been in my fantasies for a very long time. And Grace Coolidge is the epitome of, well, GRACE, and charm and British wit. She gives John a run for his money. He can't seem to say no to her.
Here some info on the book:
Grace Ashton Coolidge will never forget the horror of seeing her husband, President Matthew Douglas Coolidge, gunned down by two rogue Secret Service agents on that convention stage, and she will never forget the agent who carried her to safety, and comforted her on a deserted road outside of New Orleans until they were found. Now, Grace must attend two functions as a former first lady, and the current president is requiring her to accept protection. The assassination has taught Grace that the Secret Service cannot be trusted, and she seeks out former agent John Marin to take the job.
She said it was for only two weeks, but former agent John Marin wants no part of protecting the former first lady. He sold everything and removed himself to a tropical island, where good rum, pretty, willing women, and amnesia was all he required. Losing a United States President on his watch could never be redeemed, but he finds it hard to resist the beautiful, elegant, haunted woman who chases him down and begs him to protect her. But there is more going on with Grace Coolidge than she is letting on. Refined, smart and beautiful, she is hiding something from him, and it will take more than leading her by the arm with his hand at her back to get to the truth. Whatever her past, she is a lady first, and he will protect her with his life, no matter the cost. And that cost might include his heart, a heart broken one humid night on a convention stage.
It was only two weeks, she said. But John Marin knows better.
Two weeks will never be enough time with this woman.
Here's some more fun news! I'm having a release party tomorrow night, August 14 from 7pm-10pm EST. in the L. Woods PR Romance Room on Facebook. Here's the link: https://www.facebook.com/groups/TheRomanceRoom/
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Welcome Juliette Banks!
I love hosting new authors, and I especially love hosting new-to-you authors. Meet Juliette Banks, who many of us know as Rachel de Vine. Her new book, REMEMBERING ROXY came out June 28, 2018, and really doing well! Here's a blurb for ya.
Roxy is a modern, independent, kick-ass woman, who hides a secret desire—she likes a bit of spice in the bedroom. Will she ever meet a man who can satisfy her desires, without expecting her full submission?
Oliver is a man who loves some kink in his life, but doesn’t want to be tied down by a possessive woman. He also has a secret life that doesn’t bode well for a long-term relationship.
When they meet the attraction between them is immediate and electrifying. They are both amazed by their chemistry. But Oliver’s secret life takes an unexpected turn and threatens their relationship as well as his life. Can they find each other again? Or will their relationship be doomed to failure?
Publisher’s Note: This adult romance contains elements of danger, action, adventure, power exchange and sensual scenes. If any of these offend you, please do not purchase.
Here's an excerpt. (I loved this one because it mentions bacon sandwiches, my most favorite--it's a British thing)
I wandered out into the kitchen, still naked except for the stockings—but at least now with a clean face and teeth. I wasn’t a person who was shy in front of a lover, even in the cold light of day. I wasn’t perfect, but I was comfortable with how I looked. In front of me, at the stove, was a lovely pair of naked buttocks—well toned. Oliver clearly uses the gym a lot. He turned and smiled. He was wearing an apron to protect his tackle from a splattering of fat from the bacon.
“Like the informal breakfast wear. Come and take a seat.” He pointed to the kitchen stools. “Unless your behind is too sore to sit. In that case you’re exempted from sitting. You’re permitted to eat standing up.” He was having fun with me.
“Oh I think I will be able to sit—carefully.”
“Let me look.”
I turned around to give him a view of my bum. I’d already checked in the bathroom mirror and knew the marks wouldn’t last long—but I kind of felt they were a badge of honour. Stripes I received voluntarily, which excited me, by a man who excited me.
He ran his hand over my bottom. “Not too bad. No regrets?”
“None at all.”
I sat down carefully, but any soreness was only temporary. Oliver placed a steaming mug of coffee in front of me. “You do drink coffee, I hope. I don’t have any tea in the flat.”
“Sounds delicious. For some reason I feel very hungry this morning.”
“I always like a girl who has a good appetite.” He gave me a wicked look. “I’m afraid I’ve plans for the rest of the weekend. But I’ll drop you off home after breakfast. I hope we can get together again very soon.”
I have to admit I was a little disappointed our date appeared to be over. But hey, no point in rushing a guy like Oliver. Any pressure and he would probably run for the exit. I wasn’t completely naïve about men like him. He probably had women all over the place. At least he didn’t wear a wedding ring.
I did the walk of shame back to my flat, knickerless, with laddered stockings, and in a sexy dress and heels. Anyone seeing me would know what I had been up to last night.
Oliver got out of the car and opened the passenger door for me, taking a look, I noticed, between my legs as I levered myself up from the seat.
“You know you really ought to wear knickers with this dress.”
I grinned. “Perhaps I’ll stop wearing them, just in case someone wants to rip them off me.”
He kissed me. “Bye, Roxy. It’s been a great night. I’ll catch you at work next week and we can fix something up. Enjoy the rest of your weekend.”
Then, with a cheery wave, he was gone. I took off my shoes and walked barefoot up the stairs to my place. My toes were still sore from the previous evening. My neighbour, a single guy of around forty, grinned at me as I reached the top of the stairs.
“Rough night, Roxy?”
I smiled, but said nothing.
Juliette Banks is the other writing name of Rachel de Vine. I love writing erotic romance, where my characters have lots of exciting erotic moments, but still believe in love and romance—because I am a romantic myself.
When I’m not writing, I love to travel, read and enjoy my beautiful garden in my home in the heart of England. I love to hear from my readers, so feel free to contact me on my links below.
How to find Juliette Banks
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Please check out this book. You won't be sorry!
Please welcome jane burrelli!
I love hosting authors, especially those who are new to me. Let's get to know Jane right now.
Hey, Jane! Welcome! When did you start writing?
I started writing at age 11, it was a story about a resurrected Egyptian princess inspired by watching The Mummy one too many times. Since that point I have been writing on and off for the past 9 years, my writing style maturing. I’ve had multiple stories on the go but never actually finished one until I was 23.
What book do you remember reading that inspired you to write something of your own?
I don’t remember a particular book per say but I use to read anything I could get my hands on, I love the escapism they offer and the possibilities that are only limited by your own imagination. I have probably forgotten more books than I will ever remember. But one November I had a single idea. It involved a tough cowgirl returning to her hometown like the prodigal and a past misunderstanding with a rancher that loves her still putting them on a direct collision course. It started as a bit of fun but ended up drawing me down the rabbit hole of being an author as 10 months later Mustang Wild was published.
What is it about the sub-genre of DD/BDSM/power exchange that inspires you to write about it?
I love strong heroines but adore it even more when they butt heads with an even stronger hero. I find the idea of ‘surrendering’ to a dominant personality powerfully erotic.
Oh, me, too!
Yes, I call it surrender rather than submission. My heroines tend to be feisty and strong but overwhelmed. Having someone strong enough to settle you and bring you back into line when you are spinning out of control. They are strong enough to break down those barriers and it is having that level of trust between two partners to reveal your most vulnerable side and give up control just for a little while.
I couldn’t agree more. Do your friends and family know this side of you?
Publishing your book and allowing others to read is like baring my soul, each book is injected with a part of yourself and you are holding that part up to be judged. This is hard enough when you don’t know the person but the closer you are to someone the harder it is. However, my close family and friends already know I’m crazy and are aware of my super, secret author identity and they are wonderfully supportive. Some even read my books with the understanding that they are welcome to, but if genre is not their cup of tea, not an issue, just not tell me.
How is this book different from your prior book(s)?
Ummm, I may have done the forbidden and utterly changed sub-genres, my first book Mustang Wild was a contemporary western romance, my next one is a fantasy romance. However, they have several things in common I enjoy strong characters that are at cross purposes and the journey they take together
Sweet. What are you working on now?
At this moment I am preparing for the release of Playing with Fire (Bride of Fire Series Book 2). In terms of writing I working on a Historical Regency. After the world building in the Bride of Fire Series I wanted to work on something lighter and was inspired from a holiday to Scotland and a visit to Gretna Green. I intend for it to be more relationship driven with an unusually independent heroine, a damaged but protective hero and a marriage neither of them intended.
Awesome! Best of luck and thanks for joining me today.
Here’s the skinny on Jane’s current book--Great cover, too!
Title: Hidden Embers (Book 1 Bride of Fire)
Author: Jane Burrelli
Release Date: 14/04/2018
What happens when the forbidden is fated?
Can an exiled princess rise from the ashes?
Would the flames destroy me or forge me stronger than ever...
After all, fire and ice don’t mix. Or do they?
When the gods breathed life into us, they blessed us with an element. It's a pity they didn’t care to bless anything else.
The Empress of the Throne of Flames is assassinated. Acting as a decoy to protect the next Empress, the undervalued Princess Nymira flees to the north. She must now carry the sacred sword, the symbol of her people and rejoin the Empress.
It is a mission Mira cannot fail but first, she must traverse the Western wastelands. The journey is perilous and the once sheltered princess finds herself rescued by the Ice Lord, Zorren. The leader of the Iceari, the natural enemy to Firelanders.
Zorren is reputed to be a ruthless leader and Mira fights the attraction that blazes between them. Resulting in a clash of not only their wills but also their elements. After all, fire and ice don’t mix. Or do they?
This is book one of the new Bride of Fire series. Join the journey to a mystical world and the adventure and romance that awaits.
Publisher’s Note: This fantasy romance is intended for adults only and contains elements of danger, suspense, mystery, adventure, and sensual scenes set in an apocalyptic world.
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Let's have an excerpt:
“What in the Goddess’ name are you doing?” I screeched. Rearing up I found a firm hand planted in the center of my back pinning me in place. The only thing I had succeeded in doing was loosening my own trews. To my horror, his fingers curled into the waistband. I threw my hips from side to side, my attempts at evasion pitiful. “You can’t do this!” My protests went unheeded. He calmly took a firm grasp of my hips and threw his leg over mine. Panting, I found I couldn’t move, trapped like a creature in a snare. “I’m making sure I can see if I truly hurt you.” The fabric rasped over my tender skin. Shivering, my squirming bottom revealed to the elements, the chilled air bringing a moment of relief. “Trust me, it hurt.” His hand rubbed the reddened flesh, murmuring, “Your skin colors so easily.” The touch ignited a steady throb between my legs—what in Khatri’s name? The pause allowed me to gather my wits. “Do you know why you are in this position?” Khatri’s tits, he wanted to talk now! “Because you can’t abide being defied!” I hissed, struggling to concentrate on anything but calloused fingers now tracing patterns on my heated flesh. Closer and closer to the apex and I wiggled, longing for more of the same. The soft touch lingering at the sensitive crease where buttock met thigh. I shivered but it was different from the previous man who had touched me. It wasn’t revulsion, it ignited a fire that I didn’t know how to put out. “Is that what you think?” Lazily the finger drew back and forth, and my muscles jerked in response. The unexpected wallop shattered the first inklings of pleasure and sent my cheeks bouncing. The sting increasing tenfold without clothing to mute it. “Try again.”
My two favorite words--well, maybe not favorites, but in the top ten? I get a little melancholy when I have a new release coming up, which is why I don't put out five books a year. I've learned since I first wrote The Point of it All that you have to let the baby go. It was hard that first time. It was mine, and I was very sensitive, the way a mother is with her kid. Over the years and a handful of books later, I'm getting better.
I published this latest with a new publisher, which means I've had to learn a new way, get comfortable with new people. The folks and Stormy Night Publishing are terrific, and I am very pleased with what we've come up with together. Korey Mae Johnson does a book cover like no other, and as I told her husband, James, I've never in my life said yes so fast to the first presentation to me of a cover. I hope you agree.
My latest, Stubborn Pride, was written as a love letter to the southern writers I have admired over the years: Pat Conroy, Dorothy Allison, Eudora Welty, Flannery O'Connor. I love their voices, and the texture they give to their beautiful, flawed characters.
“We spent our formative years marveling at the lovely woman who recited the dreams of egrets and herons, who could summon moons, banish suns to the west, then recall a brand new sun the following morning from far beyond the breakers of the Atlantic. Science was of no interest to Lila Wingo, but nature was a passion. ~ from The Prince of Tides, by Pat Conroy
I tried to inject that kind of beauty, that texture, into heroine Ainsley Vaughn. I love Ainsley's spirit, and the way she carries herself despite the prickly relationship she has with her mother. I love where Ainsley comes from, a steamy, restless place steeped in history most don't like to talk about. Still, Ainsley carries the pride of her southern heritage on slender shoulders weighed down by a fierce drive to succeed, and a deep need to be understood and loved. Like most of us , I suppose.
Two-thirds of the story takes place in Los Angeles, where Ainsley is an Emmy-winning costume designer for a popular soap opera, and where the hero lives and works. After the show wins several awards, including one for the talented young Ainsley Vaughn, the cast celebrates out on the town, and when Ainsley and the star of the show get into an accident, and it turns out the star is inebriated, Ainsley tells the police she was driving, in order to save the star's reputation. That is when the formidable Rhys R. Merrick, esq., is called upon to sort out the mess.
He knows Ainsley was not driving that car, and he wants to know why she would take responsibility for something she had no fault in. As Rhys digs deeper, he finds an innocent girl underneath the talent and southern sass he finds so irresistible.
I loved writing Rhys. He's one of those alpha males who does not apologize for who he is, and he seems to be deaf to all the chatter about how a man--a modern man--should be. He is what he is: a talented lawyer, and a man who sees something in Ainsley worth getting to know. Not only is he deeply attracted to her physically, but he finds himself needing to nurture and protect her as much as Ainsley needs the very same. Rhys's past has hardened him. He is a single father, forced to take over the care and raising of his son, Adrian, since birth. He is particular about who he brings around, and he surrounds himself with loving, powerful women who love and care for both of these very alone, and lonely men. He keeps his people close and his walls high.
I loved playing with the character of Adrian, too. I have two boys of my own, and they are a marvel. Adrian is an amalgam of all the smart, intuitive 5 year olds I've known in my life, including my own, who are now 17 and 24. There is no limit to Adrian's love of people and the joy he feels, and that is due to the wonderful father he has in Rhys.
Geneva Blunt Abernathy, who is Ainsley's formidable grandmother, might be my favorite character of any I have written. She has lived a life most would envy and few could rival. She was Ainsley's savior during her childhood, and the scenes between the two of them, especially when they are caught eavesdropping on a familiar (in the TTWD genre) scene between Ainsley's mother and father, are among my favorites in the book.
The final thing, and the reason why fans pick up my books, is that Rhys sees nothing wrong with spanking some sense into Ainsley when he feels she needs it. As always, I struggle between too much in this area, and not enough. I can't have him whaling on her every other page; there's more to Rhys's story--and Ainsley's--than that. Still, their chemistry is wonderful, even when she is over his lap. Best kind of chemistry, in my opinion.
I hope you enjoy Stubborn Pride, and please feel free to email me with chat, questions, comments, and anything else. I love keeping in touch.
I need a character name for my current WIP, and YOU can help! The character in the book is a famous author and she will make one or two appearances in the story. Answer a question from my current release, RETURN TO BIG SKY, and you can name the character--either your name, or you can make one up and I'll use it. This contest will run until tomorrow night (Friday, January 6) at 6p.m. PST. You must post your answer here in comments, and the first one to get the answer right will win.
Here's the question: In RETURN TO BIG SKY, Chandler goes into a bar in town after a rather uncomfortable run-in with Jed's ex-wife at the pharmacy. She gets into pretty serious trouble with Jed because of this visit. What is the name of the bar, and what did Chandler drink?
The Gunslinger's Woman by Kelly Dawson
THE GUNSLINGER’S WOMAN BY KELLY DAWSON
A hardened gunslinger, a sassy woman. Is his quick draw enough to keep her safe?
Amazon Buy Link: https://goo.gl/ercXLQ
The last thing nineteen-year-old Jeannie Cooper wants is to be a prim and proper lady, so when her older brothers try to send her off to finishing school she runs away from the family ranch to keep them from putting her on the train to Boston. She plans to hide out on the prairie and return in a few days, but things go horribly wrong when she stumbles upon the infamous Mullins gang.
Danny Coulter is a hardened gunslinger with more than enough enemies already, but when he sees a beautiful young woman held captive by outlaws his conscience forces him into action. Rescuing Jeannie turns out to be only the beginning of his troubles, however. Her sass and defiance quickly test the limits of his patience as he endeavours to get her home safely, and before long he is left with little choice but to take her over his knee for a sound spanking.
Though Danny's firm-handed discipline leaves her bottom sore and her cheeks blushing, Jeannie is nonetheless excited when her brothers offer him a job at the ranch. Soon he is courting her in earnest, and after a local busybody witnesses him giving Jeannie the first bare-bottom spanking of her life, Danny proposes marriage to avoid a scandal. But with the Mullins gang out for revenge, will his quick draw be enough to protect his woman?
Publisher's Note: The Gunslinger's Woman includes sexual scenes and spankings. If such material offends you, please don't buy this book.
Here's an excerpt (Note: You don't want to play with his guns.)
She reached for his gun, to remove it from the holster, so she could wipe it clean, then she froze as she remembered exactly what Danny was. He was a gunfighter. A killer. Entirely the wrong type of man to be lusting after. Danny didn’t wear a gun just for protection, as she and her brothers sometimes did; his guns were a part of him. They defined him. Without his guns, Danny Coulter, the fastest gun in the west, would be nothing.
“Leave it.” His command was hoarse, there was pain in his voice, but there was no denying the dominant manner in which it was said. “You bandage me up, I’ll clean my gun. Nobody touches my guns.”
“It won’t take long to clean it.”
“I said leave it.” His fingers took hold of her chin then, and he tilted her face up to look at him. “You know what will happen if you disobey me.” His threat rumbled in her ear, sending waves of electricity through her. Yes, she knew exactly what would happen. Her buttocks clenched again, involuntarily, at the thought, and she held her breath. The air was too thick to breathe again. She could feel her face flushing as the waves of electricity surging through her reached that aching juncture between her thighs.
“You’re hurt,” she pointed out.
He smiled in spite of the pain, his eyes crinkling up at the corners as he looked down at her. “Not too hurt to spank a naughty girl who disobeys.” As if to prove his point, he drew back his hand and smacked her bottom, reigniting the burn Her eyes widened in shock as she reached back to rub out the sting. Hurt or not, his hard hand was still strong. She felt a spasm right in her very core at his touch. His dominance turned her insides to mush.
The hand that had smacked her returned to her chin and he tilted her face sideways slightly so he could whisper huskily in her ear. “So leave my guns alone.”
“Yes sir,” she breathed.
Kelly Dawson loves anything to do with horses, rodeos and cowboys, and loves to get lost in a good book - preferably one containing spanking!
A life-long closet-spanko, Kelly started writing spanking stories on every spare scrap of paper in the house as a child. So when she discovered the internet and spanking romance along with it, she was most excited. But it took her a good decade of devouring these stories before she got up the courage to submit her own. And now, here she is, 7 books later, with a plethora of ideas still to write!
She lives literally at the bottom of the world in the South Island of New Zealand, with her husband, four kids, a dog and a cat.
My blog: http://www.kellydawsonauthor.blogspot.co.nz/
Amazon author page: https://www.amazon.com/author/kellydawson
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Congratulations, Kelly, on your new release!
Remember back in the day, when men were men and, well, women were...not? Remember those episodes of Donna Reed and I love Lucy? Do you find yourself wishing for those good ol' days, when a man wasn't afraid to give a lady a spanking, and the lady was resigned to it, if not downright willing?
Well, let me introduce you to one of my favorite authors, Stevie MacFarlane, and her latest release, A Timeless Woman.
I LOVE this book. I'm half-way through it and it is very different from her other work. There are elements of medical play, and of course lots of delish spankings. Here's more:
Despite her age, Marjorie Whitcomb is resigned to spinsterhood. One disastrous marriage has convinced her that the kind of man she wants does not exist. He is simply a figment of her imagination... and her fantasies.
Colton Mitchell has had Margie in his peripheral vision for two years. He always considered her 'quirky', with her vintage clothes and quiet manner. He never saw the real woman until he had to drive her home one night. From her vintage turquoise kitchen to her garter belt and stockings, he then realizes that she is a young woman with very old-fashioned ideas about love and marriage. And that's the very moment in which he decides that she isn't quirky, she is perfect!
But how close is Colton to Marjorie's idea of the perfect man?
Warning: This book contains elements of domestic discipline, medical play and anal play. If any of these offend you, please do not purchase.
Colton laughed, breaking the tension in the room.
"My poor darling, you look positively terrified," he said, taking the chair beside her. "Are you afraid you're going to be spanked?"
"The thought has crossed my mind," she admitted shakily.
"For what? What possible reason could I have?" he asked curiously. Reaching for her hand, he rubbed his thumb across the back.
"I don't know. Sometimes you seem like a man who doesn't need a reason. Maybe just because you want to."
"Hmm, I admit having you over my lap, looking at your beautiful bottom is appealing, but, honey, I would never seriously discipline you on a whim. Unless you asked me to, of course," he said with a grin.
"And you think that's a possibility?" she snorted in a most unladylike way as she took a gulp of her drink. He was obviously thinking it over. Margie twirled her glass in her hands and avoided eye contact until he finally answered.
"Yes, I think it's a distinct possibility. I expect there will be times during our life together when you will occasionally feel neglected or at loose ends, so to speak. Times when I've been away on business or so busy at work I seem distracted or uninterested. While I'll never be indifferent regarding you, it's been my experience that it may seem so to you. If that happens, I expect you to come to me and let me know you need my undivided attention. I'll know what you mean. However, it would not be wise to do something outrageous to gain it. The results will be quite different, I promise you," he warned.
Margie knew exactly what he meant. She'd once gotten a black eye for just that.
"What is it?" Colton asked, concerned as color drained from her face. He watched her closely, his hand tightening on hers.
"Marjorie, please. I know there are things in your past you'd rather not tell me about, but…"
"Apparently there are things in your past too, if Dr. Sheldon is to be believed. Just what kind of games did you two play?" she asked, turning the tables on him.
"Monica and I had a very short-lived, but intense affair several years ago. Since then we've played a bit, but that's all it was, playing. She has several medical fetishes, it was something I also found enjoyable, and there was no reason not to indulge. Now there is," he said calmly.
"And that reason is?" Draining her glass, she held it out to him.
"You," he replied before going into the kitchen and returning with the bottle. Refilling her glass, he sat the bottle on the table and ran his hand down her hair, twirling the thick curl around his finger.
"So do you intend to play 'medical' games with me?" she asked, wishing her voice were not quite so raspy, wishing her body was not betraying her in the most deplorable fashion. The worst part was, he knew. She could feel it in the tightening of his hand in her hair, sense it in the satisfied sigh that escaped his lips. Releasing her, he moved back beside her. Placing both of his big hands on the table, he leaned forward.
"Yes, but there will be a difference, sweetheart," he whispered darkly. "With you, they won't be games." His head dipped and his lips absorbed her gasp before they vanished quickly and he stood straight and tall. "I intend to be everything to you, my love. Lover, husband, doctor, and if you're very naughty, at times I may seem like your father."
"If I'm willing?" she asked cautiously, fighting her own response to his words.
She didn't answer; instead she took her drink and walked to the window.
It hit him like a punch in the gut. The key word here was 'willing'. She was, but didn't want to be. She was afraid to agree. Despite how badly she wanted it, something in her past made her doubt her own judgment. Denial was apparently preferable to taking a risk with him.
Walking to her, he stood directly behind her, his face clearly visible over hers in the reflective glass.
"That's it, isn't it? You want to be controlled, forced, and coerced. That way nothing is your fault, there's no personal responsibility. You're just sweet little Margie, forced to orgasm by her big bad husband who demands her submission. That's your trigger," he marveled.
"No, it's not like that," she insisted vehemently.
"I think it is. What I don't understand is why you can't admit it. There's nothing to be ashamed of. Dominating you, taking you in any way I choose will be my greatest pleasure. All you have to do is say the word, but remember, it won't be turned on and off like a switch at your convenience. It will be a way of life, our way of life," he warned. "I'll never let you go," he growled into her neck.
"You will," she snapped, turning and pushing her hand against his chest to gain some space. "It will get out of hand. You'll get sick of me soon enough and then your punishments will reflect your disgust," she hissed, her eyes wild with panic.
"Sooner or later, your 'spankings' will turn into beatings, your 'love-making' into rape," she screamed, tears trailing down her face. "Discipline will become a form of torture for you as you grow more and more repulsed, until we hate each other with every fiber of our beings," she sobbed.
"Who did this to you?" he barked out, taking her arms and shaking her. Completely shocked he continued, "Who dared to take your gift and then treat you that way? Was it your husband? Was it Charles? I'll kill the son of a bitch with my own hands," he roared.
"He's dead," she replied, suddenly nearly emotionless. The empty glass fell from her hand and shattered on the slate floor.
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SITES I DIG
A FADED ROMANTIC
ALTA HENSLEY, ROMANCE AUTHOR
ART OF AUTHORITY
BASIA ROSE, AUTHOR
BLACK VELVET SEDUCTIONS
BOTTOMS UP BOOK REVIEWS
CARA BRISTOL, AUTHOR
CDD FOR LIFE/PATTY DEVLIN
CELESTE JONES, AUTHOR
THE DISCIPLINED FEMINIST
EMMA K. GARDNER, AUTHOR
FREDDY AND EDDY - A WEBSITE OF ALL COUPLES
THE HAND OF LOVE
HEART AND SOUL
THE IMPROVED CHAUVINIST
KARLA DOYLE, AUTHOR
KOREY MAE JOHNSON, AUTHOR
LAZY DAY PUBLISHING
MY BOTTOM SMARTS
RENEE ROSE, AUTHOR
SADEY QUINN, AUTHOR
SARADORA'S SPANKING FICTION
SUE LYNDON, AUTHOR
TROLLOP WITH A LAPTOP