Tuesday, June 30, 2015

The Emerald Virgin Gem Apocalypse Book One By Ravyn Rayne



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The Emerald Virgin

Gem Apocalypse Book One

By Ravyn Rayne





Emerald – a girl with green eyes and a rarity after the horrific genocide that slaughtered millions.

After the war, King Gideon rose in power. A lust-filled and greedy king that believed in the power of slavery.

At eighteen, women were required to come before King Gideon and his four sons, to offer themselves as a courtesan. The princes took only those they found most attractive and alluring. The rest were returned to their homes with a brand on their wrist proving they had been through the process and rejected. Ignoring the ritual was punishable by death.

Aria Stone had been kept hidden from the princes and the ceremony, because she was an Emerald. At twenty-three, the royal guards storm her home, murder her mother, and drag her to court. She must face the four princes.

A dystopian erotic adventure.





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"You are a handful. I should have known that's why Henry walked right on by without so much as a second glance. For a brother that likes gems, he must have known the trouble one would cause."

Aria sneered at James. "Tell me you don't believe it." Emeralds, people with green eyes, are known to be power and money hungry. Does James think that about her? It's not true. No part of the belief system created to destroy the world in genocide was true. How could James think of her like that? She may not be easy or pleasant at times, but she wasn't what the enemy said.

James shifted in his seat. "Of course not, but you are trouble. I can see it in you, the rebellious streak. My father will beat it out of you."

"So what? I'm supposed to pretend it doesn't bother me that he ordered the execution of my mother and dragged me from my home, drugged me, stripped me naked, and stole my freedom? No part of what you and your father are doing is okay."



James grimaced. "I am sorry about your mother. I can't change our world, but I can protect you here."

Sunday, June 28, 2015

Have it your way...
Have it your way...

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What will you choose?
What will you choose?

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Bestselling author, Isabella Kole takes the stage...

Available this weekend at a special release weekend price of $2.99. Price goes to $4.99 Monday night (June 29th).

A modern day fairy tale cross between Rapunzel and Romeo and Juliet. Princess Raven, banished to the tower by her father at the tender age of three and Prince Richard, the hottie with a firm hand whose attempt to rescue her results in a feud between their kingdoms.

They find an unlikely ally in Queen Lydia, the not- so-evil stepmother, but when it comes down to a choice between their respective thrones and the love they've discovered, is the relationship doomed forever?

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Saturday, June 27, 2015

New releases on sale this weekend ONLY! Rescuing Raven by Isabella Kole

 

 

 

A modern day fairy tale cross between Rapunzel and Romeo and Juliet. Princess Raven, banished to the tower by her father at the tender age of three and Prince Richard, the hottie with a firm hand whose attempt to rescue her results in a feud between their kingdoms.  

They find an unlikely ally in Queen Lydia, the not- so-evil stepmother, but when it comes down to a choice between their respective thrones and the love they've discovered, is the relationship doomed forever?

 

Rescuing Raven is available exclusively on Amazonthis weekend for a special, new release sale price of $2.99.  

 

On Monday, it will be available everywhere else (Blushing Books & Barnes & Noble)...but at the regular price of $4.99.  Don't miss this chance to get this HOT new release for almost half-off!

  

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Discipline and Diana by Viola Morne Amazing Weekend Sale

Discipline and Diana by Viola Morne


 
 

Beautiful Diana Sinclair can't seem to land a husband, despite her best efforts. Her lack of a dowry isn't helping. After Diana is jilted by her wealthy fiancé, her formidable mother, Lady Iverly, is running out of patience. 

 

When Diana's reputation is threatened after an indiscretion, she must marry in order to avoid a scandal. Her new husband is an Irishman named Declan Ralston. He is a former army officer and associate of that elite group of Wellington's men known as the Cold Hearts.  

Once wed, Diana still seems bent on destroying her good name--and Ralston's in the process. When Ralston decides to take her in hand, Diana's refuses to obey him. Her defiance infuriates Ralston, almost as much as her passions excite him.  

Driven to extremes, Ralston must protect Diana from her own reckless behavior, and the unseen enemy determined to destroy her.

 

Discipline and Diana is available exclusively on Amazon this weekend for a special, new release sale price of $2.99.  

 

On Monday, it will be available everywhere else (Blushing Books & Barnes & Noble)...but at the regular price of $4.99.  Don't miss this chance to get this HOT new release for almost half-off!

  

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Courted By Discipline by Bree Cariad #Free for a limited time!

When Kathy Bretherton moved to Hyacinth at the age of eighteen, she looked forward to living amongst people who believed in traditional values like her family did. She did not expect to become part of the Hyacinth Courting pool and the object of interest of every man looking for a wife.

Alexander Covington was the most eligible bachelor in town and he wanted her. For Kathy, who grew up in a traditional household where the man was the head of the home and her and her mother a committed homemaker, falling in love with him was relatively easy. Following his lead and accepting his discipline was the life-changing part.

About the series "In Hyacinth" by Bree Cariad:

Hyacinth, Washington is all about old-fashioned values. In Hyacinth words like trust, honor, and kindness aren't just buzzwords. Hyacinth is a community built on tradition and trust, where men are the head of the home and women are encouraged to follow their lead.

Each story in the series is of a young woman (18-20) and her struggle to figure out who she is in this little town while at the same time going through Hyacinth's old-fashioned courting system. On their way to meet, get to know, and finally marry their princes, these heroines grow in ways they and their town never expected.

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Friday, June 26, 2015

Sneak Preview of Unfailing Love by Bella Bryce

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Comment from Lesley, ARC reviewer:

 “I just finished it.... I loved every word. Thank you [Bella] for writing such beautiful work. I want to live at Waldorf Manor.”

 “I love how she describes the characters in a way that makes me feel like I know them and want to be part of their world.  I would buy anything by Bella Bryce. I got a free ARC but I still plan to buy this book to add to my collection.”

 

Unfailing Love

Love is a decision. It isn’t a fleeting emotion, and it stands firm when everything else is shaken. UnfailingLove (1)Brayden James has learned through raising his adopted daughter, Alice, that discipline is only part of what is required to establish stability. When a devastating incident causes Alice to see the reality of her prior circumstances, she is affirmed once again in her life at Waldorf. Brayden’s healing love is exactly what she needs, and his blossoming relationship with Anabelle Grayson mirrors that in its purest form. Brayden and Ana are now exploring the facets of their courtship between the deeply desired accountability system of domestic discipline and some rather amusing scenarios.

The fifth book in the series turns particular attention to Waldorf and where it all began, giving the reader a close-up look at the man who thought he lost everything he loved when his parents died. With glimpses at the supporting cast of the series, we learn how the boundaries of marriage are built when love is at the heart of relationships. What began as Alice’s story of forgiveness and healing has turned an entire social circle to focus on their need for unmovable, sacrificial and unfailing love.

 

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“The only absolute in this house is that you will behave,” he whispered between the locks of her wavy brown hair.  An undeniable smile spread across Annabelle’s lips as she looked down.  Being the centre of his attention, even in the centre of a grand house like Waldorf made tingles dance through her veins. 

            They took the air of flirtation up to Brayden’s study where she couldn’t help but stare at the Chesterfield when they first walked in.  It was so much more than a piece of grand furniture in a gentleman’s study.  She smiled and perched on the arm as Brayden poured himself a drink.  “Is something the matter?”

            He didn’t look over.  “Why is that, Darling?”

            “You normally drink brandy.”

            “There are times when a gentleman needs grapes and times when he needs grains.”  He picked up the tumbler and turned toward her, “and you’re sitting on the arm of my spanking sofa.”  

“I know.”  She smiled and used her hands to push herself up gracefully to a standing position.  “I just wanted to see what it was like to sit on it instead of going over it.”

Brayden carried his drink to the sofa and sat down.  “My darling, you were over my knee not over the arm of the sofa.  The arm of the sofa is for serious punishment.”

“It’s all the same, isn’t it?” She sat down beside him and displayed a teasing grin. 

“Certainly.”  He decided to agree in the moment.  Ana made a silly comment; she’d never been over the arm of his sofa and it most certainly was not the same as being across his lap.  Not even close.  He let the comment slide because he wanted to kiss her and if he needed to straighten out the details of discipline he couldn’t kiss her just yet.  They leant forward and carried on persistently in their affections.  His crystal tumbler travelled through mid-air slowly until it found the table beside them.  Brayden’s hands went to cradle her face.  Ana was undone.  She’d been undone, unable to concentrate and completely sold out for Brayden since the last time they were on that sofa.  They inched closer as they kissed and enjoyed the rare coveted moments of complete privacy in the study where the light was swallowed by dark drapes and wood panelling.  There was a natural point when the kissing slowed and they parted in order to look at one another.      

“Every time I come to your house to play we end up snogging,” Ana teased.  She pulled one of his braces and caused it to snap back against his chest.  “I hope my parents don’t catch us.”  She bit her bottom lip.

Brayden chuckled quietly.  “A bit of role-play.  Is that what you’re vying for, Miss Greyson?”

“Humour me.”  She left a lingering kiss to the side of Brayden’s lips, just at the corner of his mouth.  Now he was smitten.  He hid it well as he slipped right into the mystery role of whatever scene would uncover as they worked it out. 

“I make no guarantee of your parents,” he said as he pulled her close.  “Perhaps they need to hear just how misbehaved girls should be dealt with.  I saw you cheating on the Maths exam today at school.”

Anabelle’s cheek flushed.  “I wasn’t cheating,” she played along.

“You were cheating.”  He held her chin between his fingers.   

“What are you going to do about it?” She swallowed as their eyes locked. 

“What your father never will.”  Brayden had to force himself to hold back kissing her.  If it was role-play she wanted, then following up a line like that with more snogging would completely ruin it.  Anabelle didn’t want to brat her way across Brayden’s knees but she knew she wanted to be positioned there – and because she’d earned it – not asked for it plainly.  He wanted Ana to be happy and to enjoy their time together so he would give her what she wanted.   

“My father will never buy me a car.  How about one of those?”

“I wasn’t referring to that.”  He let go of her chin.  “However, a smacked bottom in a new car isn’t outside the realm of possibility.”  With the thought left to linger Brayden stood.

“Where are we going?”

He took her by the hand.  “Didn’t I just tell you?”

“Brayden!” She whispered unbelievingly as she trotted behind him out of the study and down the grand staircase.  “What on earth!?” 

“Shhhh.  Your parents will hear,” he played along in a business-like voice.  They crossed the foyer and descended the front stairs of Waldorf and went along the gravel, causing Ana’s other hand to cover her mouth with delight.  They hurried to the quad-door brick garage on the far side of the circular drive.  Brayden stopped near the entry and typed in a code, which released the small door.  The four garage doors could only be accessed from the inside, which housed the four cars belonging to Brayden.  The first in line was Brayden’s late father’s 1967 Ferrari.  The next along was his late mother’s 955 Mercedes-Benz 300SL Gullwing, then Brayden’s custom built, top of the line Jaguar XJR, and finally the Rolls Royce.  The door on the far end of the garage was the one that opened and closed the most because Jude cleaned, polished or drove the Rolls Royce every day.  Brayden didn’t really touch the other cars anymore.  He hadn’t touched the custom made Jaguar his parents gave him for his 25th birthday.  Not since they died on his 26th, anyway. 

“Are we allowed in here?” Anabelle was practically whispering as Brayden held her hand securely.  He led her between the bonnets of the cars and the brick wall to their right. 

“Of course we are.  I’m master of the house,” he laughed, lightly.  “Back into character, young lady.”  When they reached the third card, Brayden pulled Ana between himself and the Jaguar.

“Well, if it’s my house, then why are we sneaking out to your car?”

“So your parents don’t hear you cry when I smack your bottom.”  His face was serious as he looked into her eyes.  They could have an entire conversation just by staring at one another, but this wasn’t the time.  Ana wanted role-play and role-play she was going to get. 

He abandoned her momentarily and performed a numerical code on the door to unlock the Jaguar.  He thought about driving out of the gates and down the lane to the Dead End to deliver the promised punishment, but if Alice knew they left the property she would have been upset.  It wasn’t the kind of thing a responsible father did, so he settled for opening the back door and planted himself in the middle of the leather seats.  “Anabelle.”

She followed his voice effortlessly and left the passenger door open as she put both hands on the edge of the leather seat and bent down to look in at him.  “This isn’t my car,” she teased.

“It will be once I’ve smacked you in it.”  He reached for one of her hands.  “I called your name once.  Come here.”   He pulled her into the car and across his lap.

“Are you serious? Here?” Anabelle’s character briefly cracked. 

“I’m serious about you studying for your exams,” he replied, ignoring the fear she had about being smacked across his lap in the garage.  “Cheating is despicable.”  He pulled up her dress and rested his hand on her black tights and satin knicker-covered bottom.

She looked over her shoulder.  “I didn’t really cheat.”  

“You did.  We may be the same age but I hoped we would go to University together.  You won’t be getting into any school if you’re caught doing things like that on exams.” Brayden pulled down her tights.  “I don’t think you want your parents to know about your little escapade this afternoon so I suggest you take discipline from me like a good girl.”

She was loving the imaginary idea of them being seniors at the same school on the cusp of adulthood, and that Brayden was about to discipline her for cheating on an exam in their Maths lesson.  For a quickly fabricated bit of role-play, Anabelle was completely invested.

He pulled her knickers down to the backs of her legs.  “What is one plus one?”                          Anabelle swallowed.  “Two, Sir.”

Smack, smack.  “Correct.”  Brayden’s hand lifted again.  “What is two plus three?”

“Five, Sir.”

Brayden laid the results of the answer on her backside.  “Good girl.  So far, I see no reason for you to have cheated.” 

“It was a lot more difficult on the exam! Those are infant school Mathematics problems,” Anabelle accused over her shoulder. 

“Very well.”  He pulled his hand back and gave her two more hard smacks. 

“Owww,” she whimpered with a bit of a chuckle. 

“What is four squared?”

Anabelle groaned.  “A lot more smacks than I’d like to take.”

Smack.  “A five year old could answer that.”

“Then perhaps you should go ask one.”

“Oh dear.  You won’t be able to sit down at school tomorrow.”  He pulled his hand back and laid three in a row on her exposed skin.  After a pause, he laid another.  “Four squared.”

“Sixteen.”

“Sir,” Brayden reminded her. 

“Sorry.  Four squared is Sir.”  Anabelle couldn’t help but giggle.

“Don’t be cheeky.” This time he gave three smacks to the backs of each thigh.  Anabelle jumped at the first one and squirmed for the rest.  She gasped at how sensitive the flesh was on the backs of her legs.  “That’s not fair!”

“It is fair.  Maybe if your father had taught you how to behave properly, you wouldn’t be in the back of your boyfriend’s car getting a smacked bottom for cheating on your Maths exam.”  He clicked his tongue. 

“I can think of something far more interesting to do in the back of my boyfriend’s car,” she muttered.

“Is that so?”  He laid another five on the back of her thighs which caused Ana to whine and whimper.  She was also stifled by chuckles at how amusing their little session had become.  “That was your warm up.”  Brayden moved his hand to her bottom and began a steady stream of consistent whacks, which were swallowed by the vault-like interior of the car.  Even with one of the back doors open the echo was halted before it had a chance to bounce off the brick walls of the garage.  After countless smacks, he paused.  “Perhaps I should have done this up in your bedroom where your parents could hear.  They might thank me for it.”

“That’s not funny, Brayden,” her pretend teenager attitude retorted.

He started smacking her again.  “I’m not laughing.”  His hand painted her pink bottom a shade darker. 

“Oww,” she whimpered.  “It actually really hurts.”

“That’s enough chatting.”  He quickened his tempo so it was a full-on, proper bit of discipline.  Anabelle found herself wincing out of necessity as she was being whacked, but it didn’t really hurt.  Adrenaline had been released from the first moment Brayden took her by the hand and down the stairs outside the manor as if they were running away together, and it only heightened when he pulled her across his lap in the back of his luxury car.  Jude could have caught them at any moment if he was outside, and just the idea of him walking in on her being spanked was far more concerning than the actually throbbing of her backside.

“If only I could have done this to you today at school the moment I caught you looking at what’s her name’s exam,” he slowed the smacks down so that they were one every three seconds.  “Right in the middle of the classroom for everyone one to see.”  Even the very hypothetical situation made Anabelle blush.

“No, Sir,” she replied, gingerly. 

Brayden stopped after her bottom was an astounding shade of red.  “That’s right.”

Her heart was racing and she wondered if her request for Brayden to humour her was a good idea.  She was positive he just guaranteed a very restless night for her, and not only because her bottom would sting.  She would be thinking about him with unashamed, utter distraction.  Brayden pulled her knickers up, followed by her tights, then pulled her dress down slowly, ensuring he took his time to arrange the pleats neatly across her bottom and thighs. 

“Up you get.”  He gave her another smack. 

Anabelle’s very red face was pointed downward as she backed herself out of the car.  He closed the door and walked to the front passenger door on the left, then leant in and retrieved something from inside the glove box.  “Hold out your hand, young lady.”  She did as he asked, having enjoyed every moment of that little episode.  What more could he give her?  “As promised, something your father will never give you.”  He placed the keys of his Jaguar XJR into her open palm.    

 

 

Bella Bryce:

Bella is a 28-year-old English writer of clean adult niche market smacky bottoms fiction published exclusively with Blushing Books.  To learn more visit her website: www.authorbellabryce.com  

·      The Waldorf Manor series on Amazon

·      Facebook

·      Twitter: @bella_bryce

 

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New this evening... His Good Girl by Dinah McLeod

New this evening...
 
His Good Girl by Dinah McLeod

 

Twenty-two-year-old nurse Cara Jones isn't looking for love when she just happens to meet the man of her dreams. But Kevin Sims is everything she's ever wanted; cute, smart, funny, and very much in love with her. His desire to have and maintain a traditional relationship--which includes taking her over his knee when she deserves it--catches her off- guard, but even that is something she feels able to benefit from.

After a whirlwind romance with the handsome, alpha-male chef, Cara is eager and delighted to accept his marriage proposal, and her happiness is further cemented when she meets Kevin's parents and sister. Having only a strained relationship with her own mother, and no other relatives, she's overjoyed at the thought of meeting her future in-laws and joining the Sims family.
 
Unfortunately, things aren't always what they seem. Kevin has been keeping a big secret, and it's not long before Cara begins to suspect that perhaps they should have waited before getting married. Her new sister-in-law, too, seems determined to drive a wedge between the newlyweds.

Can Cara and Kevin sort out their differences and rediscover their deep mutual love and attraction before it's too late? Will they be able to confront and overcome the circumstances and insecurities forcing them apart? Does Cara have it in her to become Kevin's good girl?


This is the third book in Dinah McLeod's hugely popular 'Old Fashioned Husbands' series.

     
Chapter One is available for FREE 
 
 
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New from Mystic Books...
 
Untamed Passion by Summer Graystone

 

Camilla has spent her entire life, feeling like there was much more to life than what she'd been experiencing. Her love life was boring and her new roommate was driving her insane talking about it. 

However an unfortunate yet chanced incident brings Zander to her rescue. Could he really be the man of her dreams? Will he teach her exactly how to harness her special shape shifting abilities before it is too late? 
 
In a story of love, lies and romance Camilla finds herself in the arms of a handsome shape sifting white tiger that will stop at nothing to protect her.


Publisher's Note: "Untamed Passion" is an erotic paranormal romance novella that includes sexual scenes and elements of BDSM. If such material offends you, please don't buy this book.

     
Chapter One is available for FREE 
 
 
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Thursday, June 25, 2015

AUTHOR'S BREAKFAST & RAFFLE SUNDAY @passionatepenDC

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AUTHOR'S BREAKFAST & RAFFLE
SUNDAY 30TH AUGUST 2015 @ 9:00 AM

Raffle tickets are $1.00 each and can be purchased until Sunday morning at 9:30.  Pre-purchase link below. Drawing at 10:00 am.  Need not be present during breakfast to win. 
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GRAND PRIZE:
"Conference Pass" package
one paid registration to Romantic Times, Romance Writers of America, the next Blushing Books or Romance Novel Convention + a $300 stipend toward travel or lodging.
{only writers/authors who attend both the Friday & Saturday workshops are eligible to win the grand prize} 

SECOND PRIZE:
Kindle fire

plus other giveaways!
 

 
Purchase your raffle tickets now and collect them at the conference!
You can buy tickets until 9:30 am on Sunday.  Tickets available in packs below. 
Choose how many tickets: 1, 5, 10
Author's Name:

 

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Sneak Preview of Unfailing Love by Bella Bryce

Reblogged from: Blushing Books

Comment from Lesley, ARC reviewer:

 “I just finished it.... I loved every word. Thank you [Bella] for writing such beautiful work. I want to live at Waldorf Manor.”

 “I love how she describes the characters in a way that makes me feel like I know them and want to be part of their world.  I would buy anything by Bella Bryce. I got a free ARC but I still plan to buy this book to add to my collection.”

 

Unfailing Love

Love is a decision. It isn’t a fleeting emotion, and it stands firm when everything else is shaken. UnfailingLove (1)Brayden James has learned through raising his adopted daughter, Alice, that discipline is only part of what is required to establish stability. When a devastating incident causes Alice to see the reality of her prior circumstances, she is affirmed once again in her life at Waldorf. Brayden’s healing love is exactly what she needs, and his blossoming relationship with Anabelle Grayson mirrors that in its purest form. Brayden and Ana are now exploring the facets of their courtship between the deeply desired accountability system of domestic discipline and some rather amusing scenarios.

The fifth book in the series turns particular attention to Waldorf and where it all began, giving the reader a close-up look at the man who thought he lost everything he loved when his parents died. With glimpses at the supporting cast of the series, we learn how the boundaries of marriage are built when love is at the heart of relationships. What began as Alice’s story of forgiveness and healing has turned an entire social circle to focus on their need for unmovable, sacrificial and unfailing love.

 

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“The only absolute in this house is that you will behave,” he whispered between the locks of her wavy brown hair.  An undeniable smile spread across Annabelle’s lips as she looked down.  Being the centre of his attention, even in the centre of a grand house like Waldorf made tingles dance through her veins. 

            They took the air of flirtation up to Brayden’s study where she couldn’t help but stare at the Chesterfield when they first walked in.  It was so much more than a piece of grand furniture in a gentleman’s study.  She smiled and perched on the arm as Brayden poured himself a drink.  “Is something the matter?”

            He didn’t look over.  “Why is that, Darling?”

            “You normally drink brandy.”

            “There are times when a gentleman needs grapes and times when he needs grains.”  He picked up the tumbler and turned toward her, “and you’re sitting on the arm of my spanking sofa.”  

“I know.”  She smiled and used her hands to push herself up gracefully to a standing position.  “I just wanted to see what it was like to sit on it instead of going over it.”

Brayden carried his drink to the sofa and sat down.  “My darling, you were over my knee not over the arm of the sofa.  The arm of the sofa is for serious punishment.”

“It’s all the same, isn’t it?” She sat down beside him and displayed a teasing grin. 

“Certainly.”  He decided to agree in the moment.  Ana made a silly comment; she’d never been over the arm of his sofa and it most certainly was not the same as being across his lap.  Not even close.  He let the comment slide because he wanted to kiss her and if he needed to straighten out the details of discipline he couldn’t kiss her just yet.  They leant forward and carried on persistently in their affections.  His crystal tumbler travelled through mid-air slowly until it found the table beside them.  Brayden’s hands went to cradle her face.  Ana was undone.  She’d been undone, unable to concentrate and completely sold out for Brayden since the last time they were on that sofa.  They inched closer as they kissed and enjoyed the rare coveted moments of complete privacy in the study where the light was swallowed by dark drapes and wood panelling.  There was a natural point when the kissing slowed and they parted in order to look at one another.      

“Every time I come to your house to play we end up snogging,” Ana teased.  She pulled one of his braces and caused it to snap back against his chest.  “I hope my parents don’t catch us.”  She bit her bottom lip.

Brayden chuckled quietly.  “A bit of role-play.  Is that what you’re vying for, Miss Greyson?”

“Humour me.”  She left a lingering kiss to the side of Brayden’s lips, just at the corner of his mouth.  Now he was smitten.  He hid it well as he slipped right into the mystery role of whatever scene would uncover as they worked it out. 

“I make no guarantee of your parents,” he said as he pulled her close.  “Perhaps they need to hear just how misbehaved girls should be dealt with.  I saw you cheating on the Maths exam today at school.”

Anabelle’s cheek flushed.  “I wasn’t cheating,” she played along.

“You were cheating.”  He held her chin between his fingers.   

“What are you going to do about it?” She swallowed as their eyes locked. 

“What your father never will.”  Brayden had to force himself to hold back kissing her.  If it was role-play she wanted, then following up a line like that with more snogging would completely ruin it.  Anabelle didn’t want to brat her way across Brayden’s knees but she knew she wanted to be positioned there – and because she’d earned it – not asked for it plainly.  He wanted Ana to be happy and to enjoy their time together so he would give her what she wanted.   

“My father will never buy me a car.  How about one of those?”

“I wasn’t referring to that.”  He let go of her chin.  “However, a smacked bottom in a new car isn’t outside the realm of possibility.”  With the thought left to linger Brayden stood.

“Where are we going?”

He took her by the hand.  “Didn’t I just tell you?”

“Brayden!” She whispered unbelievingly as she trotted behind him out of the study and down the grand staircase.  “What on earth!?” 

“Shhhh.  Your parents will hear,” he played along in a business-like voice.  They crossed the foyer and descended the front stairs of Waldorf and went along the gravel, causing Ana’s other hand to cover her mouth with delight.  They hurried to the quad-door brick garage on the far side of the circular drive.  Brayden stopped near the entry and typed in a code, which released the small door.  The four garage doors could only be accessed from the inside, which housed the four cars belonging to Brayden.  The first in line was Brayden’s late father’s 1967 Ferrari.  The next along was his late mother’s 955 Mercedes-Benz 300SL Gullwing, then Brayden’s custom built, top of the line Jaguar XJR, and finally the Rolls Royce.  The door on the far end of the garage was the one that opened and closed the most because Jude cleaned, polished or drove the Rolls Royce every day.  Brayden didn’t really touch the other cars anymore.  He hadn’t touched the custom made Jaguar his parents gave him for his 25th birthday.  Not since they died on his 26th, anyway. 

“Are we allowed in here?” Anabelle was practically whispering as Brayden held her hand securely.  He led her between the bonnets of the cars and the brick wall to their right. 

“Of course we are.  I’m master of the house,” he laughed, lightly.  “Back into character, young lady.”  When they reached the third card, Brayden pulled Ana between himself and the Jaguar.

“Well, if it’s my house, then why are we sneaking out to your car?”

“So your parents don’t hear you cry when I smack your bottom.”  His face was serious as he looked into her eyes.  They could have an entire conversation just by staring at one another, but this wasn’t the time.  Ana wanted role-play and role-play she was going to get. 

He abandoned her momentarily and performed a numerical code on the door to unlock the Jaguar.  He thought about driving out of the gates and down the lane to the Dead End to deliver the promised punishment, but if Alice knew they left the property she would have been upset.  It wasn’t the kind of thing a responsible father did, so he settled for opening the back door and planted himself in the middle of the leather seats.  “Anabelle.”

She followed his voice effortlessly and left the passenger door open as she put both hands on the edge of the leather seat and bent down to look in at him.  “This isn’t my car,” she teased.

“It will be once I’ve smacked you in it.”  He reached for one of her hands.  “I called your name once.  Come here.”   He pulled her into the car and across his lap.

“Are you serious? Here?” Anabelle’s character briefly cracked. 

“I’m serious about you studying for your exams,” he replied, ignoring the fear she had about being smacked across his lap in the garage.  “Cheating is despicable.”  He pulled up her dress and rested his hand on her black tights and satin knicker-covered bottom.

She looked over her shoulder.  “I didn’t really cheat.”  

“You did.  We may be the same age but I hoped we would go to University together.  You won’t be getting into any school if you’re caught doing things like that on exams.” Brayden pulled down her tights.  “I don’t think you want your parents to know about your little escapade this afternoon so I suggest you take discipline from me like a good girl.”

She was loving the imaginary idea of them being seniors at the same school on the cusp of adulthood, and that Brayden was about to discipline her for cheating on an exam in their Maths lesson.  For a quickly fabricated bit of role-play, Anabelle was completely invested.

He pulled her knickers down to the backs of her legs.  “What is one plus one?”                          Anabelle swallowed.  “Two, Sir.”

Smack, smack.  “Correct.”  Brayden’s hand lifted again.  “What is two plus three?”

“Five, Sir.”

Brayden laid the results of the answer on her backside.  “Good girl.  So far, I see no reason for you to have cheated.” 

“It was a lot more difficult on the exam! Those are infant school Mathematics problems,” Anabelle accused over her shoulder. 

“Very well.”  He pulled his hand back and gave her two more hard smacks. 

“Owww,” she whimpered with a bit of a chuckle. 

“What is four squared?”

Anabelle groaned.  “A lot more smacks than I’d like to take.”

Smack.  “A five year old could answer that.”

“Then perhaps you should go ask one.”

“Oh dear.  You won’t be able to sit down at school tomorrow.”  He pulled his hand back and laid three in a row on her exposed skin.  After a pause, he laid another.  “Four squared.”

“Sixteen.”

“Sir,” Brayden reminded her. 

“Sorry.  Four squared is Sir.”  Anabelle couldn’t help but giggle.

“Don’t be cheeky.” This time he gave three smacks to the backs of each thigh.  Anabelle jumped at the first one and squirmed for the rest.  She gasped at how sensitive the flesh was on the backs of her legs.  “That’s not fair!”

“It is fair.  Maybe if your father had taught you how to behave properly, you wouldn’t be in the back of your boyfriend’s car getting a smacked bottom for cheating on your Maths exam.”  He clicked his tongue. 

“I can think of something far more interesting to do in the back of my boyfriend’s car,” she muttered.

“Is that so?”  He laid another five on the back of her thighs which caused Ana to whine and whimper.  She was also stifled by chuckles at how amusing their little session had become.  “That was your warm up.”  Brayden moved his hand to her bottom and began a steady stream of consistent whacks, which were swallowed by the vault-like interior of the car.  Even with one of the back doors open the echo was halted before it had a chance to bounce off the brick walls of the garage.  After countless smacks, he paused.  “Perhaps I should have done this up in your bedroom where your parents could hear.  They might thank me for it.”

“That’s not funny, Brayden,” her pretend teenager attitude retorted.

He started smacking her again.  “I’m not laughing.”  His hand painted her pink bottom a shade darker. 

“Oww,” she whimpered.  “It actually really hurts.”

“That’s enough chatting.”  He quickened his tempo so it was a full-on, proper bit of discipline.  Anabelle found herself wincing out of necessity as she was being whacked, but it didn’t really hurt.  Adrenaline had been released from the first moment Brayden took her by the hand and down the stairs outside the manor as if they were running away together, and it only heightened when he pulled her across his lap in the back of his luxury car.  Jude could have caught them at any moment if he was outside, and just the idea of him walking in on her being spanked was far more concerning than the actually throbbing of her backside.

“If only I could have done this to you today at school the moment I caught you looking at what’s her name’s exam,” he slowed the smacks down so that they were one every three seconds.  “Right in the middle of the classroom for everyone one to see.”  Even the very hypothetical situation made Anabelle blush.

“No, Sir,” she replied, gingerly. 

Brayden stopped after her bottom was an astounding shade of red.  “That’s right.”

Her heart was racing and she wondered if her request for Brayden to humour her was a good idea.  She was positive he just guaranteed a very restless night for her, and not only because her bottom would sting.  She would be thinking about him with unashamed, utter distraction.  Brayden pulled her knickers up, followed by her tights, then pulled her dress down slowly, ensuring he took his time to arrange the pleats neatly across her bottom and thighs. 

“Up you get.”  He gave her another smack. 

Anabelle’s very red face was pointed downward as she backed herself out of the car.  He closed the door and walked to the front passenger door on the left, then leant in and retrieved something from inside the glove box.  “Hold out your hand, young lady.”  She did as he asked, having enjoyed every moment of that little episode.  What more could he give her?  “As promised, something your father will never give you.”  He placed the keys of his Jaguar XJR into her open palm.    

 

 

Bella Bryce:

Bella is a 28-year-old English writer of clean adult niche market smacky bottoms fiction published exclusively with Blushing Books.  To learn more visit her website: www.authorbellabryce.com  

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Wednesday, June 24, 2015

New this evening... One Shot by Nikki Ryan

 

 

Laci Walker thinks she's successfully put the past behind her - until she finds herself face to face with the man who shattered her heart to smithereens four years ago. He had been drafted into the NHL after they had both graduated from college and yet, instead of sharing the accomplishment with her, he'd walked away, leaving her completely devastated. Now here they are, together again, in the Boston Bruins locker room. He even had the nerve to smile at her. Laci wants to grab the nearest hockey stick and shove it down his throat. The jerk.

 

Matt Lindberg can't believe it when Laci walks into the locker room behind his coach. She was - and always will be - the love of his life... the one woman who dominates his thoughts during the day and haunts his dreams at night. And he's determined to marry her.

 

His first order of business now, though, is to prove to her that their love is worth fighting for and can be resurrected. Judging by the look on her face, it's not going to be an easy task.

 

Matt knows he has only one shot to make this right and he's determined not to fail her again.

 

But will Laci even give him that chance?

     
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New Tonight: Beating the Bounds by Sarah Coltman

 

Beating the Bounds by Sarah Coltman

 

For over 2000 years, the custom of Beating the Bounds has taken place in Britain in a variety of forms and guises. Traditionally taking place on Ascension Day, its roots lie in Celtic times but the Romans and the Anglo Saxons added their own embellishments, and when Christianity came to Britain, the customs were continued. Both stripped willow and birch woods were the most favored, probably due to their pliancy. Whilst it was usual to knock on the ground or cornerstones of the parish boundaries with the sticks, the ceremony also required adolescent boys to be well switched on their behinds, or held upside down and their heads bumped. 

 

Ami and Daniel are Empty Nesters who have moved to live in an old house in the depths of the English countryside. In order to save their flagging relationship and refresh their boring sex lives, Ami has decided she needs to change. She reinvents herself, much to the delight of her husband of over thirty years, proving that passion and variety are no longer the reserve of the young. 

 

More significantly, on the day she types the word 'spanking' into her computer, she realizes that a little domestic discipline may be just what they need in their marriage. Although initially somewhat nervous of what it might entail, Daniel takes to spanking Ami like a duck takes to water, surprising her with the ease in which he has settled into his role as head of household. 

 

All goes well until Ami begins to meet some village locals, and lets herself get happily led astray. A simple customer is turned into a marathon spanking session, and Ami will never view the ritual of Beating the Bounds in the same way again.

     
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New this afternoon... Wild For You by Mary Wehr

 

 


 Nathan Holt has a reputation in Swiftwater, and not one he was proud of. If he had half a brain, he'd stay far away from there. But there was a certain blue-eyed blonde holding his heart, not to mention a half-sister that he barely knew. He had left Swiftwater to protect them from his father. That reason no longer existed.

 

Bonnie Blakely had been taught to be a proper lady, but inside she felt anything but proper. She longed for a man - a strong, capable man - to put her across his knee. A brief encounter with Nathan Holt had held promise, but he left Swiftwater, Kansas years ago. He had promised he'd return, but as time passed without a word, Bonnie feared her dreams of his firm hand and unconditional love would never be fulfilled.

     
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Nathan Holt has a reputation in Swiftwater, and not one he was proud of. If he had half a brain, he'd stay far away from there. But there was a certain blue-eyed blonde holding his heart, not to mention a half-sister that he barely knew. He had left Swiftwater to protect them from his father. That reason no longer existed.

Bonnie Blakely had been taught to be a proper lady, but inside she felt anything but proper. She longed for a man - a strong, capable man - to put her across his knee. A brief encounter with Nathan Holt had held promise, but he left Swiftwater, Kansas years ago. He had promised he'd return, but as time passed without a word, Bonnie feared her dreams of his firm hand and unconditional love would never be fulfilled.

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Sneak Preview of Unfailing Love by Bella Bryce

Comment from Lesley, ARC reviewer:

 “I just finished it.... I loved every word. Thank you [Bella] for writing such beautiful work. I want to live at Waldorf Manor.”

 “I love how she describes the characters in a way that makes me feel like I know them and want to be part of their world.  I would buy anything by Bella Bryce. I got a free ARC but I still plan to buy this book to add to my collection.”

 

Unfailing Love

Love is a decision. It isn’t a fleeting emotion, and it stands firm when everything else is shaken. UnfailingLove (1)Brayden James has learned through raising his adopted daughter, Alice, that discipline is only part of what is required to establish stability. When a devastating incident causes Alice to see the reality of her prior circumstances, she is affirmed once again in her life at Waldorf. Brayden’s healing love is exactly what she needs, and his blossoming relationship with Anabelle Grayson mirrors that in its purest form. Brayden and Ana are now exploring the facets of their courtship between the deeply desired accountability system of domestic discipline and some rather amusing scenarios.

The fifth book in the series turns particular attention to Waldorf and where it all began, giving the reader a close-up look at the man who thought he lost everything he loved when his parents died. With glimpses at the supporting cast of the series, we learn how the boundaries of marriage are built when love is at the heart of relationships. What began as Alice’s story of forgiveness and healing has turned an entire social circle to focus on their need for unmovable, sacrificial and unfailing love.

 

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“The only absolute in this house is that you will behave,” he whispered between the locks of her wavy brown hair.  An undeniable smile spread across Annabelle’s lips as she looked down.  Being the centre of his attention, even in the centre of a grand house like Waldorf made tingles dance through her veins. 

            They took the air of flirtation up to Brayden’s study where she couldn’t help but stare at the Chesterfield when they first walked in.  It was so much more than a piece of grand furniture in a gentleman’s study.  She smiled and perched on the arm as Brayden poured himself a drink.  “Is something the matter?”

            He didn’t look over.  “Why is that, Darling?”

            “You normally drink brandy.”

            “There are times when a gentleman needs grapes and times when he needs grains.”  He picked up the tumbler and turned toward her, “and you’re sitting on the arm of my spanking sofa.”  

“I know.”  She smiled and used her hands to push herself up gracefully to a standing position.  “I just wanted to see what it was like to sit on it instead of going over it.”

Brayden carried his drink to the sofa and sat down.  “My darling, you were over my knee not over the arm of the sofa.  The arm of the sofa is for serious punishment.”

“It’s all the same, isn’t it?” She sat down beside him and displayed a teasing grin. 

“Certainly.”  He decided to agree in the moment.  Ana made a silly comment; she’d never been over the arm of his sofa and it most certainly was not the same as being across his lap.  Not even close.  He let the comment slide because he wanted to kiss her and if he needed to straighten out the details of discipline he couldn’t kiss her just yet.  They leant forward and carried on persistently in their affections.  His crystal tumbler travelled through mid-air slowly until it found the table beside them.  Brayden’s hands went to cradle her face.  Ana was undone.  She’d been undone, unable to concentrate and completely sold out for Brayden since the last time they were on that sofa.  They inched closer as they kissed and enjoyed the rare coveted moments of complete privacy in the study where the light was swallowed by dark drapes and wood panelling.  There was a natural point when the kissing slowed and they parted in order to look at one another.      

“Every time I come to your house to play we end up snogging,” Ana teased.  She pulled one of his braces and caused it to snap back against his chest.  “I hope my parents don’t catch us.”  She bit her bottom lip.

Brayden chuckled quietly.  “A bit of role-play.  Is that what you’re vying for, Miss Greyson?”

“Humour me.”  She left a lingering kiss to the side of Brayden’s lips, just at the corner of his mouth.  Now he was smitten.  He hid it well as he slipped right into the mystery role of whatever scene would uncover as they worked it out. 

“I make no guarantee of your parents,” he said as he pulled her close.  “Perhaps they need to hear just how misbehaved girls should be dealt with.  I saw you cheating on the Maths exam today at school.”

Anabelle’s cheek flushed.  “I wasn’t cheating,” she played along.

“You were cheating.”  He held her chin between his fingers.   

“What are you going to do about it?” She swallowed as their eyes locked. 

“What your father never will.”  Brayden had to force himself to hold back kissing her.  If it was role-play she wanted, then following up a line like that with more snogging would completely ruin it.  Anabelle didn’t want to brat her way across Brayden’s knees but she knew she wanted to be positioned there – and because she’d earned it – not asked for it plainly.  He wanted Ana to be happy and to enjoy their time together so he would give her what she wanted.   

“My father will never buy me a car.  How about one of those?”

“I wasn’t referring to that.”  He let go of her chin.  “However, a smacked bottom in a new car isn’t outside the realm of possibility.”  With the thought left to linger Brayden stood.

“Where are we going?”

He took her by the hand.  “Didn’t I just tell you?”

“Brayden!” She whispered unbelievingly as she trotted behind him out of the study and down the grand staircase.  “What on earth!?” 

“Shhhh.  Your parents will hear,” he played along in a business-like voice.  They crossed the foyer and descended the front stairs of Waldorf and went along the gravel, causing Ana’s other hand to cover her mouth with delight.  They hurried to the quad-door brick garage on the far side of the circular drive.  Brayden stopped near the entry and typed in a code, which released the small door.  The four garage doors could only be accessed from the inside, which housed the four cars belonging to Brayden.  The first in line was Brayden’s late father’s 1967 Ferrari.  The next along was his late mother’s 955 Mercedes-Benz 300SL Gullwing, then Brayden’s custom built, top of the line Jaguar XJR, and finally the Rolls Royce.  The door on the far end of the garage was the one that opened and closed the most because Jude cleaned, polished or drove the Rolls Royce every day.  Brayden didn’t really touch the other cars anymore.  He hadn’t touched the custom made Jaguar his parents gave him for his 25th birthday.  Not since they died on his 26th, anyway. 

“Are we allowed in here?” Anabelle was practically whispering as Brayden held her hand securely.  He led her between the bonnets of the cars and the brick wall to their right. 

“Of course we are.  I’m master of the house,” he laughed, lightly.  “Back into character, young lady.”  When they reached the third card, Brayden pulled Ana between himself and the Jaguar.

“Well, if it’s my house, then why are we sneaking out to your car?”

“So your parents don’t hear you cry when I smack your bottom.”  His face was serious as he looked into her eyes.  They could have an entire conversation just by staring at one another, but this wasn’t the time.  Ana wanted role-play and role-play she was going to get. 

He abandoned her momentarily and performed a numerical code on the door to unlock the Jaguar.  He thought about driving out of the gates and down the lane to the Dead End to deliver the promised punishment, but if Alice knew they left the property she would have been upset.  It wasn’t the kind of thing a responsible father did, so he settled for opening the back door and planted himself in the middle of the leather seats.  “Anabelle.”

She followed his voice effortlessly and left the passenger door open as she put both hands on the edge of the leather seat and bent down to look in at him.  “This isn’t my car,” she teased.

“It will be once I’ve smacked you in it.”  He reached for one of her hands.  “I called your name once.  Come here.”   He pulled her into the car and across his lap.

“Are you serious? Here?” Anabelle’s character briefly cracked. 

“I’m serious about you studying for your exams,” he replied, ignoring the fear she had about being smacked across his lap in the garage.  “Cheating is despicable.”  He pulled up her dress and rested his hand on her black tights and satin knicker-covered bottom.

She looked over her shoulder.  “I didn’t really cheat.”  

“You did.  We may be the same age but I hoped we would go to University together.  You won’t be getting into any school if you’re caught doing things like that on exams.” Brayden pulled down her tights.  “I don’t think you want your parents to know about your little escapade this afternoon so I suggest you take discipline from me like a good girl.”

She was loving the imaginary idea of them being seniors at the same school on the cusp of adulthood, and that Brayden was about to discipline her for cheating on an exam in their Maths lesson.  For a quickly fabricated bit of role-play, Anabelle was completely invested.

He pulled her knickers down to the backs of her legs.  “What is one plus one?”                          Anabelle swallowed.  “Two, Sir.”

Smack, smack.  “Correct.”  Brayden’s hand lifted again.  “What is two plus three?”

“Five, Sir.”

Brayden laid the results of the answer on her backside.  “Good girl.  So far, I see no reason for you to have cheated.” 

“It was a lot more difficult on the exam! Those are infant school Mathematics problems,” Anabelle accused over her shoulder. 

“Very well.”  He pulled his hand back and gave her two more hard smacks. 

“Owww,” she whimpered with a bit of a chuckle. 

“What is four squared?”

Anabelle groaned.  “A lot more smacks than I’d like to take.”

Smack.  “A five year old could answer that.”

“Then perhaps you should go ask one.”

“Oh dear.  You won’t be able to sit down at school tomorrow.”  He pulled his hand back and laid three in a row on her exposed skin.  After a pause, he laid another.  “Four squared.”

“Sixteen.”

“Sir,” Brayden reminded her. 

“Sorry.  Four squared is Sir.”  Anabelle couldn’t help but giggle.

“Don’t be cheeky.” This time he gave three smacks to the backs of each thigh.  Anabelle jumped at the first one and squirmed for the rest.  She gasped at how sensitive the flesh was on the backs of her legs.  “That’s not fair!”

“It is fair.  Maybe if your father had taught you how to behave properly, you wouldn’t be in the back of your boyfriend’s car getting a smacked bottom for cheating on your Maths exam.”  He clicked his tongue. 

“I can think of something far more interesting to do in the back of my boyfriend’s car,” she muttered.

“Is that so?”  He laid another five on the back of her thighs which caused Ana to whine and whimper.  She was also stifled by chuckles at how amusing their little session had become.  “That was your warm up.”  Brayden moved his hand to her bottom and began a steady stream of consistent whacks, which were swallowed by the vault-like interior of the car.  Even with one of the back doors open the echo was halted before it had a chance to bounce off the brick walls of the garage.  After countless smacks, he paused.  “Perhaps I should have done this up in your bedroom where your parents could hear.  They might thank me for it.”

“That’s not funny, Brayden,” her pretend teenager attitude retorted.

He started smacking her again.  “I’m not laughing.”  His hand painted her pink bottom a shade darker. 

“Oww,” she whimpered.  “It actually really hurts.”

“That’s enough chatting.”  He quickened his tempo so it was a full-on, proper bit of discipline.  Anabelle found herself wincing out of necessity as she was being whacked, but it didn’t really hurt.  Adrenaline had been released from the first moment Brayden took her by the hand and down the stairs outside the manor as if they were running away together, and it only heightened when he pulled her across his lap in the back of his luxury car.  Jude could have caught them at any moment if he was outside, and just the idea of him walking in on her being spanked was far more concerning than the actually throbbing of her backside.

“If only I could have done this to you today at school the moment I caught you looking at what’s her name’s exam,” he slowed the smacks down so that they were one every three seconds.  “Right in the middle of the classroom for everyone one to see.”  Even the very hypothetical situation made Anabelle blush.

“No, Sir,” she replied, gingerly. 

Brayden stopped after her bottom was an astounding shade of red.  “That’s right.”

Her heart was racing and she wondered if her request for Brayden to humour her was a good idea.  She was positive he just guaranteed a very restless night for her, and not only because her bottom would sting.  She would be thinking about him with unashamed, utter distraction.  Brayden pulled her knickers up, followed by her tights, then pulled her dress down slowly, ensuring he took his time to arrange the pleats neatly across her bottom and thighs. 

“Up you get.”  He gave her another smack. 

Anabelle’s very red face was pointed downward as she backed herself out of the car.  He closed the door and walked to the front passenger door on the left, then leant in and retrieved something from inside the glove box.  “Hold out your hand, young lady.”  She did as he asked, having enjoyed every moment of that little episode.  What more could he give her?  “As promised, something your father will never give you.”  He placed the keys of his Jaguar XJR into her open palm.    

 

 

Bella Bryce:

Bella is a 28-year-old English writer of clean adult niche market smacky bottoms fiction published exclusively with Blushing Books.  To learn more visit her website: www.authorbellabryce.com  

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