COMING TO TERMS COVER REVEAL!

Summer means more than fun and sun, rest and relaxation. For the couples in Coming to Terms, vacation presents a chance to connect, and work through important issues in their domestic discipline relationships. From endeavoring to define DD to missing a DD partner to balancing erotic spanking and disciplinary spanking, these stand-alone stories penned by seven authors of spanking fiction cover a broad spectrum of issues commonly encountered in loving DD relationships. Will the obstacles prove too difficult to overcome? Or will each couple emerge from vacation with their relationships revitalized and stronger than ever?

I am thrilled, excited, over-the-moon to be involved in this terrific anthology, along with six of my favorite writers. I am in fine company here. Please visit the rest of my posse. They might have a snippet or two for you.

Tomorrow by  Ana Vitsky
This Moment by  Alta Hensley
With or Without Him by Cara Bristol
Confession Time by Sue Lyndon
Spank and Run by Renee Rose
Reconnecting by Celeste Jones
Days with You by Jade Cary



DAYS WITH YOU

All of your favorites from  The Point of it All (including Val, in flashbacks) return in this heartrending short story about love and loss, and about keeping dreams, and hope, alive.

Diana Kenyon-Rios arrives in Chile for the Christmas holidays--her first after losing her husband, Val. As she prepares to celebrate the holidays in Val's home country, she reminisces on her short but wonderful relationship and marriage to Val, and how she tried to come to terms with his...way. Not exactly a DD lifestyle in the truest sense, but let's face it--Val liked to spank an ass. Why? And why did Diana allow it? Did she benefit? Did he? Did it define their life, or did it take up a small, but not insignificant part of their relationship?

And as Diana attempts to reconcile his death with the life she must lead now, something keeps her from fully accepting that he is gone.  She feels him in her bones so deeply, it is as if he is still alive Through intimate talks with friends and reminiscences, she finds a way to hold on to the greatest love she will ever know.

But will her dreams be enough?

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He throws his head back and laughs. His laugh at once chills and renews her. It also has the ability to enrage her, like now.

            “Don’t you dare laugh at me!  Don’t you dare!” She hurls a ceramic pig he had won for her at a street carnival during their first trip to Chile. She likes pigs. It narrowly misses his head, but he does not flinch.

            Val smiles, but his eyes are sad. “Oh, Diana. Sweetheart.” His eyes have a way of crinkling at the edges when he smiles. It was one among many of his endearing qualities.

            “You left me.” Calm. “You just left!” Hysterical. “I go days where I…don’t know where I am,” she finishes with a whisper. Her sobs keep her from formulating words to her liking.

            He does not move. “I know that you do not want apologies. But…I’m sorry. I am, querida. I’m sorry I left before you were ready.”

            “I begged you not to go.”

            “I had to. I had to go.”

            “I will never understand that. I will never understand why. I will never forgive you.”

            “You will, lady wife. You will do all of those things.”

            Diana sits on the edge of their bed. “Why do I feel you next to me at night? I still smell you, like you just came out of the shower.”

            “I will always be here for you.”

            “Bullshit! You’re not here. I can’t hold you, I can’t kiss you, I can’t aggravate you into a good, old-fashioned chase, a quickie slap and tickle, can I? Can I, Val?”

            “No, sweetheart, you can’t.”

            “God, sometimes the ache is so deep I fear I won’t survive it, Val. I hate you for leaving me. I hate you!” She lunges at his image and swings wildly, connecting with nothing.

            “If I could manage it, I would spank you. One more time, long and hard. You would have that coming, right about now.”

            Light streams in through the window, and he disappears.

            “I’d give anything for that,” she says, pulling the covers over herself against the early morning chill. “Anything.”

COMING TO TERMS  May 15, 2013 from Lazy Day