Watch This Space–SPY by Maggie Carpenter

SPY
His Mission. His Orders. His Promise

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I’m doing the happy dance, you guys!  That’s because award-winning erotic BDSM romance author, and my hero, Maggie Carpenter has a brand new release, and I can’t wait to read it!  Here’s the blurb:

HEARTBREAK AND HEALING. SIZZLING SUSPENSE. SMOKE AND MIRRORS…!

Natalie Freeman, a headstrong, talented art historian, is staring in shock at the man who has broken into her hotel suite. He also broke his promise and her heart two years before. Her fury at his betrayal still burns in her soul, but she’s never stopped craving his decadent desires and take-charge passion.

Oliver Barton, a spy for a secret organization, has been searching for the red-headed spitfire since circumstances ripped them apart. He has finally found her, and to his dismay she’s working for a ruthless Russian gangster, Victor Pichenko.

But Oliver is on assignment, and though he can rescue her from the clutches of the murderous mobster, the perilous mission will put them both in grave danger.

SPY stars an edgy British tough guy, a wily willful woman, salacious sex and sizzling suspense. If you enjoyed the best selling Motorcycle Master and Cowboy by this author, you’ll love this riveting romance.   

 

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 Wouldn’t you love to read a steamy excerpt from Spy?  I knew you would.  Here you go…

Half-naked and nervously waiting, Natalie wondered why she’d purposely disobeyed Oliver’s orders. The way he’d outlined her actions had shone a light on her reckless behavior, yet she’d known she was being an idiot even as she’d watched the garage door roll up and she’d rolled down the drive. She’d also known he’d be furious and put her over his knee. Is that why she’d done it?

“So, bad girl, you look deep in thought,” he declared, entering the room.

“I suppose I am.”

“Pondering your misdeeds?”

“Exactly.”

“Trying to understand why you did what you did, knowing all the while this is where we’d end up? How am I doing so far?”

“One-hundred percent.”

“I could offer theories, but only you know what lives in your heart and head, though one thing is clear. You need to be reminded of my authority and what comes with it. Protection and love.”

“Maybe, yes, I do.”

“And the stinging heat of my hand.”

“Yes, Sir, thank you, Sir.”

“Good. Let’s begin,” he said firmly, settling next to her. “Sit on my lap with your back to me.”

Puzzled, she shifted across and sat on his thighs, and as he placed his hands on her shoulders she felt a slight push.

“Tilt forward.”

“I don’t understand.”

“You’re going to bend all the way over and place your hands on the floor, then move your legs out behind you. Imagine you’re a wheelbarrow.”

“WHAT? But, uh, that’s impossible.”

“No it’s not! Do as you’re told!”

His instruction had been delivered in his brisk British accent, the one that told her he meant business, and tentatively leaning down she squirmed into the awkward position. But she suddenly realized it wasn’t just awkward. It left her vulnerable and exposed.

“You know why I’m going to spank you, you know it’s deserved, and you know why you need it. You also know what I expect you to say next.”

“Please, Sir, will you punish me?”

“I certainly will. I said it before but it bears repeating. You will never, ever, put yourself at risk like that again. Correct?”

“Never, Sir.”

Gazing down at her curvaceous backside and fully revealed charms, he decided when the mission was over he’d immerse her into his decadent world. When he’d discovered her submissive soul he’d started her down the path, and he’d planned a variety of salacious surprises at the remote mountain cabin, but that dream had been shattered by a spray of bullets. As his mind had wandered, he’d been caressing her full plump cheeks, but it was time to spank his beautiful, willful woman.

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A BIT ABOUT MAGGIE

Award-winning and best-selling author Maggie Carpenter has published over fifty romance novels, and is the recipient of a number Romance Reviews awards spanning a variety of genres. Her readers describe her work as, romantic, funny, suspenseful, beyond a five-star read, and exciting romance with a ton of surprises.

Her work includes a best-selling twelve-book contemporary cowboy series, Cowboys After Dark, (http://amzn.to/2ihCNtp), a warrior fantasy trilogy, Warriors After Dark, (http://amzn.to/2iE0cDa) contemporary love stories, and several Victorian romances. His Willful Bride was a #1 best-seller for many weeks and a BookBub Feature Deal. Her most recent series, Alpha Male Masters, (http://amzn.to/2vyj5go) offers undercover agents, bodyguards, cowboys, barbarians, Harley riders and billionaires. Her smart, witty, strong-willed heroines bring unexpected challenge, mystery and humor into the lives of passionate, take-charge men.

Maggie has a history in show-business both in front of and behind the camera, but moved from Los Angeles to live in the Pacific Northwest to pursue her writing. She is an equine enthusiast who rides every day, and writes until the wee hours of the morning when her eyes close only because they must.

This author loves to hear from readers. You can contact her through her website: http://www.MaggieCarpenter.com. Find her on Amazon at http://www.Amazon.com/author/maggiecarpenter. To sample her work for free and subscriber to her newsletter go to www.3FreeBooks.com.

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Spanking Romance Review Awards

 Best BDSM Contemporary Romance
The British Billionaire Bachelor (Runner up 2015)

Best Regency/Victorian Romance 

His Willful Bride 2015

The Wanton Widow 2016

Best Contemporary Western Spanking Romance

When A Cowboy Loves A Woman 2015

Her Forbidden Cowboy 2016

Best Paranormal Spanking Romance

Warrior and the Mischievous Witch

Best Medical BDSM Romance

Her Doctor in Charge

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Black Friday Flash Sale!

Hope you had the happiest of Thanksgivings!  Are you planning on braving the Black Friday crowds to find the perfect gifts for those on your list?  I have a better idea.  Avoid the chaos and treat yourself to a Dream Dominant at a Black Friday price.  For the next 24 hours, LOST & BOUND is just 99¢ at your favorite online bookseller.

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Don’t You Just Love Sexy Alphas?

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I love stories about strong, sexy Alpha males.  There are lots of books out there, with billionaire Doms who require of their submissives strict adherence to their rules and demands.  Those are great stories.

But when I started writing the Dream Dominant books, I wanted to do something a little different.  I wanted to write about real people living out their Dom/sub lives in the real world, characters I hope readers can relate to.  Like I stated in the Preface to FOR SPARROW,

The reality is that many regular couples, all around us, quietly live a Dom/sub dynamic every day.  While sexual kink is an essential part of BDSM, there’s so much more to it than that.  Beyond kinky sex, it’s a deeply intimate dance between two people who have embraced their true natures.  At the very foundation, a Dominant craves to lead, and a submissive craves to follow.

Every D/s couple lives out this journey in their own way, but there are some commonalities.  The sub is a strong person who willingly relinquishes control to someone stronger, his or her Dom.  Together they work out to what extent this power exchange goes, whether it’s only in the bedroom, or it’s a 24/7 arrangement, or somewhere in between.

Often, there are rituals established by the Dominant, chores or assignments for which the submissive is responsible, all of which are intended to benefit the submissive.  Knee time would be one example, a regular time when the sub kneels at the feet of her Dom and releases all the concerns of the day.  It’s comparable to meditation, but in this instance, it’s a time of intimacy and bonding for the couple that has nothing to do with sex.  Unless it ends in a blow job.  But I digress.

The intimacy found at the heart of a D/s relationship is the stuff of pure romance.  And that is where I think the truly great stories are.

So far, there are three novels in the collection.  The stories are stand-alone, meaning they’re unrelated and can be read in any order.

Meet the Dream Dominants.

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In LUKE & BELLA, photojournalist Luke McGillicutty fell in love so quickly with Bella Grant, his partner on the road, that he didn’t have time to mention the fact that he’s Dominant. If he tells her now, he could lose her forever.

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Rugged mountain man Blake Walker, from LOST & BOUND, isn’t impressed with the bratty Hollywood actress staying at his family’s remote wilderness lodge. But could Shasta Pyke be the baby girl this Daddy Dom’s been looking for?

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In FOR SPARROW, sexy firefighter paramedic Judd Farris promised to look out for new widow Jessi Crenshaw. Being a surrogate Dominant until she finds one of her own is an odd arrangement. It’s strictly platonic. But how long can they deny the attraction they both feel?

 

 

While the series currently includes three books, more are on the way, including a spin-off from LOST & BOUND featuring the characters Scott and Jackie.  And I’m planning a spin-off from FOR SPARROW featuring sexy Dom, Master Mateo.  But I still intend for the stories to be stand-alone.  You won’t have to have read the others to enjoy them.  But if you have, it will be fun to get to know these characters better.

You can find the Dream Dominant Collection novels,
all of which are available in paperback as well as ebooks,
at your favorite online bookseller.

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Weekend Excerpt–A New Cover for LOST & BOUND

LOST & BOUND is the second book in the Dream Dominant Collection.  When the talented and sexy Linzi Basset created the cover of FOR SPARROW, Dream Dominant 3, I knew I needed to ask her to revamp all the Dream Dominant covers.  And I’m so happy I did.

In LOST & BOUND, Hollywood bad girl Shasta Pyke is sent to cool her heels for a few weeks in the wilderness of northern Ontario after she has a run-in with the law.  That’s where she meets Dominant mountain man Blake Walker, who is none too impressed by the bratty actress, who is the sole guest at his family’s remote lodge.  But as he spends more time with her, he begins to wonder if she might be the baby girl his Daddy Dom soul has been looking for.

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Here’s a little teaser…

When the power went out, Blake wasn’t surprised in the least.  If anything, he was surprised it had lasted as long as it had.  This was undoubtedly the worst storm so far in what had been a very dry summer.  Angry lightning streaked across the dark sky, with thunder booming almost instantaneously.  For microseconds, the flashes illuminated the entire lake like mid-day.

He slid open the sheer drapes that shrouded the glass doors overlooking the lake and settled in, book in one hand, a second bottle of Lebatt Blue in the other.  Leaning back, he rested his feet on the battered leather ottoman, content for the moment to watch the storm’s fury.

His eyes moved to the dark shape in the middle of the lake.  He knew from experience that a wild storm like this one was a dicey proposition in the tiny island cabin.  For one thing, because it was situated on the crest of the island, the wind howled mercilessly around the structure.  And being on the highest point, with thirty-foot pines towering over it, the cabin was a natural lightning rod.  The thunder would be deafening.

He wondered how Shasta was faring.  As he watched, another jagged bolt etched a path across the sky.  He chuckled lightly, picturing her, eyes wide, with the covers pulled up over her head.

               I should check on her first thing in the morning.

Eventually, he lit the oil lamp beside him and began to read.  Bear paced anxiously back and forth in front of the huge window.  He’d never been a fan of storms, not since he’d been a pup.  Suddenly the dog stopped pacing and whimpered softly.

“What’s wrong, boy?  You’re okay, it’s just a summer storm.”

Bear whimpered again and woofed softly.  Frowning, Blake set down the book and stood beside the dog, looking out into the stormy night.  “What is it?  Is something out there?”

Then he saw it.  A tiny point of light between him and the island.  It bounced and tossed as it…

Blake shook his head.  “No way.  No way is she in a boat in the middle of this storm.”

In the next instant, lightning flashed and he saw her clearly, Shasta, huddled against the wind and rain, steering the tiny skiff toward the lodge’s dock.  She was battling against the ferocious gusts of wind and white-capped waves on the lake that threatened to capsize the boat.

“Son of a bitch!” Blake growled.  “No more sense than a…”  He threw on his boots and shrugged into his rain slicker, pausing to don his headlamp before pulling up the hood.  “Son of a bitch!”

He kept his eyes on Shasta as he stalked out to the dock, crossing to the end to wait for her.  When she was close enough, he held out an old wooden oar and she grasped the end of it, allowing him to pull her the rest of the way to the side of the dock.  Blake reached down to cut the motor and grasped her by the upper arms, pulling her out of the boat.

She stood in front of him, eyes wide with terror, and she was soaked to the skin, not having bothered with a rain coat.  He shouted above the storm.  “God-dammit, Shasta, what the hell were you thinking?”

She just blinked up at him, shaking either from fear or cold, or both.  “Come on, let’s get you inside.”  He easily scooped her up in his arms and she buried herself against his chest.

Blake was shaking too, but it was from anger.  She’d recklessly endangered herself.  If he hadn’t seen her, if the boat had swamped…  It was beyond his comprehension.  He carried her straight into his cabin, kicking the door closed behind them.  He set her down in the kitchen and stepped back.

“Explain yourself.”  He crossed his arms and watched her expectantly.

Shasta stood shaking, her red hair plastered to her head, her soaked white camisole completely sheer, her pink pajamas clinging to her legs.  She crossed her arms, too, but the gesture was self-protective rather than angry.  It only served to push up her breasts, punctuated by hard-tipped nipples, made harder by being cold and wet.  He worked to ignore them, trying to understand what she’d been thinking.

“Well?”

“I…” she stammered, “I was so scared.”  She was shivering constantly now, and a trickle of blood ran down the side of her face.

Blake lifted her chin gently.  “What happened?  Why are you bleeding?”

Her head shook slightly.  “I don’t…” her teeth chattered, “I don’t know.”

Peering closely, he saw a cut at the hairline above her right temple.  Swiping the hair back, he spied a sliver of glass and carefully removed it.  “Come with me,” he commanded.

She followed him through the living room as he picked up the oil lamp and carried it into the bathroom, where he lifted her up and sat her on the counter.  The cut on her head had begun bleeding in earnest when the glass had been removed.  Blake used a gauze pad to apply direct pressure on the cut.  Shasta sniffled softly as tears ran down her face.

“What’s wrong?” he growled.

“You called me Shasta,” she sobbed.

He snorted.  “What you did was a very ‘Shasta’ thing to do.  That’s the least of your worries right now.  Hold this.”  He moved her hand to hold the gauze in place and he reached around to turn on the faucet in the bathtub.

She sat shivering, watching the tub fill with hot water.  Clouds of steam filled the room.  He left for a moment, returning with a flannel shirt of dark red plaid, which he hung on a hook on the back of the door.  Next he turned off the water.

“Let me see how it’s doing,” he murmured, carefully peering under the gauze.  The bleeding had slowed.  He took a bandage from the medicine cabinet and applied it over the cut.  Shasta was still shaking like a leaf.

“You’re almost hypothermic.  I want you in the tub.  Strip.”

Shasta blinked up at him.

“Don’t make me tell you twice.”  His voice was quietly intense as he lifted her off the counter and stood her in the middle of the floor.

Shakily, she pulled the camisole over her head, dropping it to the floor.  Blake watched unblinkingly, a hard expression on his face.  She hooked her thumbs into the top of her pants and slid them, panties and all, down her legs.  She nearly tripped stepping out of them, and Blake reached to steady her.

Naked, she stood trembling as he devoured her with his eyes, starting with her perfect round tits and their tight pink points, her narrow waist and the flair of her hips, the bare cleft at the junction where her legs met.  After all, she’d been on display on the dock, surely she wasn’t shy now.  He knew he was being an ass and he didn’t care.  Anger still thrummed through his veins.

“Get in the tub.  I’ll set a timer for fifteen minutes.  After that, the water will cool off too much to help.”  He disappeared, returning moments later with a kitchen timer which he set on the bathroom counter.

“Why aren’t you in the tub?  Was I unclear in some way?” he snapped.

Shasta touched the wall for stability as she dipped one foot into the tub.  “It’s hot.”

“It’s supposed to be hot.  We have to warm you up.”  He watched her step in with the other foot and ease herself down.  She looked like a drowned rat, peering up at him all wide-eyed.

“When the timer goes off, get out and dry yourself.  You can put this on,” he indicated the flannel shirt he’d hung on the door.  “You will go into the bedroom and sit on the edge of my bed.  You will wait until I come back.  Is that clear?”

Shasta nodded silently.

“I said sit.  You will not lie down, you will not get into the bed.  You will sit.  If you’re cold, there’s a blanket you can use to wrap around yourself.  Do you understand?”

Again, she nodded.  A look of annoyance crossed his face, and then passed.  He nodded sharply.  “I’ll be back.”  He closed the bathroom door behind him and she heard him speak to Bear.  “Stay here, boy, keep an eye on her.  I need to think.”

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LOST & BOUND is on sale at your favorite online bookseller,
and it’s also available in paperback.
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Weekend Excerpt–LUKE & BELLA

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LUKE & BELLA is the story of two professional television journalists who are thrown together to produce a new travel program.

Bella, an experienced reporter and news anchor, is thrilled at the prospect of the job of a lifetime–traveling the world and creating great television.

Luke’s more jaded.  World-weary, he’s coaxed out of premature retirement by the promise of complete creative control over the project.  Well, shared control with the host of the show, a redhead with “nice gams,” according to his old friend and executive producer, Charlie.

Traveling to exciting cities, staying in luxurious hotels, it’s no wonder they fall in love.  But it all happened so fast.  Luke realizes he hasn’t been completely honest with Bella.  He’s Dominant.  And he thinks she’d be the perfect submissive.  If he tells her now, he could lose her forever.  Or, he could risk everything on the chance that they could have it all.

LUKE & BELLA, the first book in the Dream Dominant Collection, holds a special place in my heart–it was the first book I ever published.  When I had a cover done for my latest book, FOR SPARROW, Dream Dominant Book 3, I decided LUKE & BELLA needed a brand new cover, too.  Both were designed by the fabulous and talented Linzi Basset, a brilliant erotic romance writer.

So I’m celebrating the new cover with this excerpt from LUKE & BELLA.

Luke ordered a light dinner of tapas delivered to the suite along with a bottle of local wine.  Bella wore a fluffy white bathrobe.  He’d put on faded jeans and a grey t-shirt.  She smiled lazily at him across the table, a woman sated.  He poured them both some wine and they nibbled on the baked feta and tomatoes, olives, and fresh fruits and breads.

Bella sighed and said, “I was thinking…”

“Uh-oh,” Luke laughed.

She gave him a wry smile.  “Seriously!  I was thinking about that really nice evening you planned for us in Edinburgh.”

“Yeah, you liked that, did you?” he asked, grinning.

“Um, yeah!  Wine, music, flowers, an amazing dinner, mind-blowing sex…what’s not to like?” she said.  “But, I was thinking that I should plan an evening.  You know, it’s my turn.”

“No, I don’t think that’s necessary,” he replied slowly.

“Not necessary?” she laughed.  “I’m not saying I feel obligated, just that I’d like to return the favor, so to speak.”

Luke waited a moment, considering his response.  The timing’s a little sooner than you planned, Cowboy, he thought.  Play it safe or risk losing her?  Decision made, he took the risk.  “The thing is, I’m not a fan of surprises.  I’m something of a…dominant…kind of guy.  I like making the plans,” he said evenly.

Bella looked at him, brow furrowed.  “You’re a ‘dominant kind of guy’?  As in, Dominant/submissive ‘dominant’?” she laughed lightly.

“Well, yes,” he said, looking at her directly.

Bella blinked.  “You’re kidding, right?” she asked incredulously.

Luke shook his head.  “No, not kidding.”

Her eyes went wide and her mouth hung open slightly.  “I don’t understand.  What does that mean that you do?”

He shrugged.  “Whatever makes me and my partner happy.  Blindfolds, restraints, spanking, safe words.  When we play a scene, she is mine, completely surrendered to me.  And I protect and care for her.”

When she didn’t reply, he continued, “It’s not a big deal.  I like to be in charge when it comes to romance, to sex.  I like to be the protector, to take care of my woman.  And,” he added softly, “if it doesn’t blow your mind too much, I think you are the perfect submissive.”

She shook her head slowly, eyes wide with disbelief.  “You are SO barking up the wrong tree.  I am anything but submissive.  I need to be in control.”

“I’ve noticed,” he said quietly.  “But you’re not good at it.  I said before that you try to control things by putting them into neat little categories, boxes.  When that doesn’t work, you shut down.  Imagine not having to control.  Not having to think or worry.  Just letting go and allowing someone else to be in control for a while.”

“I don’t even know what you’re talking about,” Bella whispered.  “You have lost your mind!”

“I understand your reservations.  Between your father and your ex, you’ve never had a man in your life that you could completely trust,” he said gently.

Bella felt as though she’d been gut-punched.  His words rang in her ears and she knew they were true.

“I am that man, Bella.  Do you trust me?  You can completely let go.  It will be the most freeing experience of your life,” he stated with quiet confidence, looking at her steadily, hoping to reassure her.

She shook her head again.  “I’m falling in…” it came out as a sob, “and now I realize I don’t even know you!”

She abruptly left the table and went into the bedroom, emerging a few minutes later completely dressed in jeans and a white tank top.  On her face was the hard, closed expression he’d seen that night in Amsterdam.  “I’m going out for a while,” she told him firmly.

“Bella, I wish you wouldn’t go alone.  It could be dangerous,” he worried.

She waved him off and walked out the door, closing it behind her.

“Shit!” Luke exhaled deeply, and he ran his fingers through his hair, wondering if he’d made a mistake, if he’d lost her.

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Not only does LUKE & BELLA have a beautiful new cover, I redid the interior as well, using one of the new themes on Draft2Digital, so it has a fresh new look inside, too.  Be sure and check it out.  New paperbacks will be available soon…

You can get your copy at books2read.com/LukeAndBella.

Weekend Excerpt–FOR SPARROW: Meet the Villain

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FOR SPARROW, Dream Dominant Book 3, comes out October 3.  It’s the story of Jessi Crenshaw, whose husband Graham dies unexpectedly, leaving her mourning the loss of her husband, lover, friend, and Dominant.

As it turns out, Graham had an inkling that his health was in decline, and he made provisions for Jessi.  He tapped his friend and protege in the Lifestyle, firefighter paramedic Judd Farris, to step in as Jessi’s surrogate Dom, at least until she gets back on her feet.

They move forward in a platonic D/s relationship, but soon find it hard to resist their mutual attraction.  Unknown to them, however, is the fact that danger is heading in their direction.

FOR SPARROW marks the first time I’ve ever written a proper villain as a character.  Today, meet Gary Wayne Gentry.

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Gary Wayne Gentry is a nondescript little man with dreams of being someone important.  He’s the guy who’s always on the outside, looking in.

He yearns to do a job that requires a uniform, but he was unceremoniously drummed out of the army for attacking a fellow recruit.  And after they see the results of his personality inventory, he can’t land a job with either the police or fire department.

Tired of not being noticed, he embarks on a violent cross-country tour, targeting first responders along the way.  He’ll show them.

Here’s an all-new excerpt featuring the villain of the story.

Gary Wayne Gentry stood watching as firefighters fought to extinguish the blaze in Parson’s Hardware on the main street of Baker City, Oregon.  He was merely one in a crowd of lookie-loos that had gathered on the opposite side of the street, a guy so nondescript that no one would ever remark on the short, balding man with a slight paunch.  No one would even notice him.  Which used to bother Gary.

Used to.  But he’d learned that being unnoticeable could be an asset.

He watched as the supervisor barked out orders to the firefighters on the ground.  Hoses were deployed, plans were followed.  Soon enough, thick black smoke turned white.  Which meant the fire was out, there were merely a few hot spots that merited attention.

He knew this because Gary had always wanted to be a firefighter.  Or a cop.  Or a soldier.  Some damn thing with a uniform.

He’d actually been in the Army for a short time.  Until he’d been involved in an altercation with a fellow recruit.  It hadn’t been his fault.  Gary Wayne Gentry didn’t take shit off of anybody.  The cry baby had had his jaw wired shut for a few weeks, and everybody lost their mother-effing minds.  To keep the bureaucratic wheels running smoothly, they’ve given him a General discharge, and Gary was adrift once again.

He’d tried the police and the firefighters, and gotten damn close, too.  It was always when they saw the results of his personality inventory that they said, “Thanks, but no thanks.”

Watching the Baker City FD roll up their hoses and gather their other equipment, Gary snorted.  Always so GD superior, like their shit don’t stink.  Probably effing volunteer, sum’bitches.

He had a uniform, mind you.  Like that was hard to get.  There was a uniform store on every corner in America.  Sometimes he’d dress up and go to a bar.  It was usually enough to get a few free drinks.  Gary would spin some yarn about the fires he’d put out, and the people he’d saved.  That only lasted so long before people got tired of listening.

Firefighters probably got a lot of pussy, too.  Only so far, the fake uniform hadn’t yielded much of that.

And the problem with small towns was, although he was reasonably anonymous, people would notice a man with a gun.  That much he was positive about.  A crowd that small, someone would definitely notice if he tried to pick off a firefighter or two.

Which was a pain in the ass, because that was the whole point of starting the fire anyway.  What, did you think Gary Wayne Gentry was just a firebug, one of those pathetic bastards who got their rocks off watching fire?  Please.  The fire was simply a means to an end.

He used to listen to scanners and try to show up at fires and car accidents and such.  But who has time for that, really?  When you set the fire, you know exactly when and where they’re going to show up, it’s not rocket science.

Anyway, clearly, Baker City, Oregon was way too small for him to be able to indulge in his favorite sport.  But then, you live and you learn, don’t you?  He’d worked his way up the west coast with a moderate degree of success.  Los Angeles and San Francisco had been goldmines for his little pastime.  So crowded, so full of crazies.  When the odd firefighter here or there, and one cop, he was proud to say, ended up shot at emergency calls, the authorities always blamed gang violence or some such nonsense.  Sometimes he wondered if he should be offended, gangs getting the credit for his work.  But he wasn’t ready to stop, so the better for him if he remained unnoticed.

If someone, his mother for instance, bothered to ask him, “Gary, why do you do these things?” he knew exactly what he’d say.

Because they think they’re better than me, that’s why.  Because they think I’m not good enough, that’s why.  G.D. mother-effers.  I’m smarter than all of them.

As the last of the onlookers left the scene, Gary decided that remaining unseen was the best plan, so he mosied on back to his beige Chevy Impala and drove away slowly.  There was one thing he was sure of.  He sure as shit couldn’t go any further west.  He laughed, imagining himself driving into the Pacific Ocean.  So, east it was.

Heading off into the dark night, he considered his choice of hobbies.  It was unorthodox, maybe.  But it wasn’t his fault, not really.  His name was Gary Wayne Gentry.  Seriously, his mother should have known better.

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Watch This Space–TAMING LADY LYDIA by Felicity Brandon

A Regency Lady requires a firm hand…

I have great news!  International best-selling erotic romance author Felicity Brandon has a new book out.  Did you read The Viking’s Conquest and Submission at the Tower?  Amazing stories, super hot sex.

If you haven’t read them, you really must, but not now, because you need to read her latest, TAMING LADY LYDIA.  According to the author, “Taming Lady Lydia is the most sensual and potent romance I have ever penned. Lord Markham is the Regency hero I always fantasised about… He’s a strict authoritarian with a loving, tender heart.”  And holy cow, that says a lot about the heat level of this book!

When eighteen-year-old Lady Lydia Franklin becomes the ward of Lord Thomas Markham after her father’s death, she quickly discovers that the wealthy, handsome gentleman believes in strict discipline for wayward young women. Her penchant for naughtiness soon earns her a sound spanking, but despite his willingness to punish her as often and as shamefully as he feels it necessary, Thomas’ firm-handed correction leaves Lydia helplessly aroused.

Though he is charged with ensuring that Lydia’s innocence is preserved, Thomas cannot help but notice her body’s response to his stern chastisement. It isn’t long before she is lying naked across his lap as she is spanked thoroughly and then brought to a blushing climax, and over the coming days he sets about teaching her what it means to surrender herself completely to a dominant man.

Being taken in Thomas’ arms proves more pleasurable than Lydia ever dreamed, and she finds herself imagining a future as his wife rather than his ward, but the dark rumors about his past are hard to ignore. When he asks for her hand she agrees to be his bride, but once the wedding is over will the bond between them hold firm or will it all end in scandal and heartbreak?

Publisher’s Note: Taming Lady Lydia includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

How about a steamy litter teaser?

The depth of the authority in his voice stirs me, sending energy coursing around my body. It pools at the apex of my legs, causing delicious tingles there. “I am sorry to have pressed the point,” I say, and I mean it, although I cannot help but wonder if it is his discipline which I really crave and have missed this last week.

I swear he senses the answer as he reaches for me. He sinks the fingers of his right hand into my hair and draws my body toward him. “Lydia,” he says, his voice almost a low growl. “Are you being intentionally disrespectful, I wonder?”

A silent gasp leaves my mouth as I look upon him.

“Oh, so you are…” he says with a knowing smile. “That is what this is about…”

I flush, knowing that there is little point denying what we both already know to be true. I glance up to him, my eyes imploring the messages I long to say. He pulls me closer, pressing my head against his warm chest. “Have you missed me, my love?” His voice is a deep murmur into my right ear.

“Yes…” I just about manage.

“And so you have chosen to be intentionally disobedient, to garner my attention?”

I shift my head, looking wildly into his face. “It is not my intention, My Lord,” I whimper.

“Oh, really, little one?” he asks, as that brow arches once again. “I think that is an untruth. I think you did intend to disobey me, and I think you did so because you have missed my discipline. Am I correct?”

I am trembling as I reply, utterly startled by his ability to read me. “Perhaps, yes, My Lord, but I did not want for you to be angry with me.”

He smiles. “Lydia,” he coos. “I am not angry. But you and I both know what happens to naughty, disobedient young ladies, don’t we?”

My mouth parts reflexively. “Will you spank me?” I whimper.

“Yes,” he says, pulling me toward him as he reseats himself. “I realise that I have been remiss in my duties to you, and for that I apologise. I intend to make amends right this moment.”

In an instant he pulls me forward and down toward his lap. “But, My Lord!” I exclaim as I lurch headfirst over his breeches. “Not here, Thomas! What if somebody finds us?”

“We have had this conversation, Lydia,” he says firmly as he hoists me into position, “and I have assured you that I will spank you either with, or without, an audience.”

I gasp, feeling the skirts of my gown, petticoat, and stays dragged up my back, leaving my behind exposed and vulnerable. Almost immediately, his hand lands against my bare skin, the sound resonating around the study. I squeeze my eyes shut, stunned by the escalation of events. I pray silently that none of the staff will hear us and enter the room unexpectedly.

A further four swats are landed on my bottom, and they are hard and intense spanks. I am forced to bear each one, feeling the sting and then warmth they leave after his palm has left. From this angle behind his desk I can see very little, except for the expensive rug at my fingertips.

As the next strike lands, I hear Thomas’ voice from over my head. “Why are you being spanked, Lydia?” he asks.

I notice his voice is calm, but there is just the slight edge of arousal laced there.

“I was disobedient, My Lord,” I reply, my own voice trembling as I do.

“Yes,” he agrees, swatting me hard on the rear again. “You disobeyed me in order to get the attention you require, instead of coming to me and telling me about your needs.”

His hand lands on my behind again. “And for that reason, little one,” he says firmly, “you will receive a sound spanking on your bare bottom, and you will thank me for it.”

I whimper as the next strike lands, catching the pulsating need between my legs. “Yes, My Lord,” I moan from over his lap. “Thank you.”

Five swats land quickly, and instinctively I mean to get up, arching my back as I try to move.

His hand holds me down decisively. “You will stay over my lap, Lydia,” he calls out, and I flinch at the volume, hoping that nobody else will hear him. “You need this punishment, do you not?”

“Yes,” I whine, wincing as the next spank lands.

“Yes, you do,” he says, reaffirming my own thoughts. “So just take it, little one.”

I swallow hard, loathing the way he calls me his little one as he spanks me. The label, of course, helps to reinforce my subservience to him. The onslaught continues, and the stinging sensation is intense. He pushes me on, the utter indignation of the punishment both riling and arousing me. At some point I lose count of the swats, feeling the tension between my legs growing and building. I know I am wet, and I long secretly for Thomas to explore me there.

His palm eventually pauses, pressing itself against the warmth of my bare bottom. “How do you feel now, my love?” His voice is filled with passion.

“Thank you for my spanking, Thomas,” I murmur, unsure what else to say.

I hear him laugh, and slowly, teasingly, his fingers dip between my hot cheeks.

“Well done, my love,” he soothes, as one and then two digits slip against my wetness.

I mewl and groan, loving the intensity of his touch already.

“So wet and beautiful,” he whispers adoringly. “I yearn for our wedding night, Lydia, when I can finally possess you as a man should claim his wife.”

You can get your copy of TAMING LADY LYDIA here:
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About Felicity Brandon:

Felicity Brandon is an international best-selling and award-winning writer of BDSM, spanking erotic romance.  She was voted Favourite Historical Fiction, 2016, a Golden Flogger Finalist, 2016, and Spanking Romance Review runner-up, 2016.  She is also a founding member of the Wicked Pens.

 

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