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Boyfriend Blog Hop Meet Detective Kelly Quinn

Book Boyfriends…

They can be strong and sexy, dark and dangerous, rebellious and reckless or cute and quirky. We love to fall in love with these irresistible heroes and Evernight Publishing has them all!

The authors of Evernight invite you to a Speed Date challenge. Their cowboys, Doms, detectives, millionaires, royalty, vampires, soldiers, shifters, even steam-powered heroes are waiting to meet you on each author website. 50 heroes in 7 days! Are you up for the challenge?

Pull up a chair and get to know every single one. I’d love to introduce you to my hero…

Detective Kelly Quinn from Vixen Healed

This whiskey drinking, gruff voiced, rough-around-the-edges, alpha male is irresistible! The forty something Detective has given up on love, dedicating his life to his career, when a victim from the past returns to settle case and sets his heart and his body aflame.

I believe healing is sexy, and love can help you overcome any wound. So, when Kelly appeared in my head one day telling me there was no Mrs. Right out there for him, I had to rise to the occasion. Brought up in a home broken by the demands of law enforcement officer, he’s always believed he has to chose, love or duty. Then he meet’s robbery victim Claire Reading, and he begins to see the error of his ways.

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• One lucky hopper will win a KINDLE PAPERWHITE eREADER sponsored by Evernight Publishing.

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Mid-week Inspiration Promises to Keep. Family First

My word is my bond. From a young age I’ve been of a mindset that it’s not what you say , it’s what you do, and when your time is up all you leave behind are the things you’ve done. So, I’ve weighed and calculated my decisions with a scale my friends always found odd. Not many twenty year old out there with Pros and Cons lists, thinking about how it’ll affect them in the future. It made my life harder in some ways. I wished I could shut down my brain and gone with the flow many times over, but looking back on it now, it saved my ass. Yeap I’m keeping it real.

Now that you know a bit more about me and my old-fashioned ways *laughs I have to tell you keeping a promise is hard work. When I got married to my husband we made a pact, Family First. I’d die for my family , but the toughest thing is bleeding for them every day as I sacrifice. Kids are amazing. I love my girls, they make me laugh, I’m a proud, involved parent. I love learning with them, doing arts and crafts, experiments, and playing games. I’m blessed enough to stay home and I try to take advantage of it. But that gets hard when balancing my writing. Some days … we’re a crazy train.

Carving that time out is essential not only to my career, but my health. I think it’s important for them to know everyone needs time to pursue their passions, including Mommy. There are times when it’s almost a physical pain to set aside a piece, pass up a promotional offer, or post a new blog piece later, story update later than I wanted. It slows down the career train, but at the end they’ll always be more important. At times I’ve wanted to lay down my pen because its’ overwhelming and I feel… behind or lack of a better more. Because I love this, and I always want to be doing more, but I know … go at your own pace is the name of the game.

Lynard Skynard was on to something with, Simple Man. I live a loose interpretation … if you know me you know all about my obsession this band. I mean come on we played Free Bird at my wedding. *winks . So for those of you out there struggling to blend your promises and vows with career you can do it, and we’ll get there.

Do not let others discourage you or box you in. You can be whatever you want to be, just like your parents and teachers told you back when the sky was the limit and you dreamed big without fear. There’s no rules or limitations! Being a mom, wife, or a CEO, doesn’t’ mean you can’t be something else too. Haters are everywhere. People envy what they see you doing and they wish they could. They don’t understand your drive, your need to get to that goal that’s hanging over you head, bright and beautiful like the moon, but I do. Keep that fire burning, and I’ll do the same. Next time you’re feeling weary and ready to *face Palm remember this post, pop in your stress relief playlist and get re-inspired.

This is what mine looks like in no particular order I chose 10 that always lit my spirits, help me get my mojo back, show me someone else in the world has felt this way… you get the idea.

1. Carry on Wayward Son : Kansas

2. Laugh I nearly Died : Rolling Stones

3. Lynard Skynard : Simple Man

4. Lynard Skynard : Free Bird

5. Rise Against : Prayer of the Refugee

6. Roof Tops : MEst

7. Rock N Roll : Led Zeppelin

8. Sum 41 Fat Lip

9. Back in Black : Ac/DC

10. California Uber Alles : Dead Kennedys

Mid week-Inspiration : Be you

Be who you are and say what you feel, because those who mind don’t matter and those who matter don’t mind.~ Dr.Seuss

If you’re a friend of mine you’re familiar with the phrase, ‘No one can do you better than you. I’ve always been one to march to the beat of my own drummer, ask my Mom. She said the only time she was worried about me was when I actually wanted to do something because she knew I was going to find a way to do it. I never saw wasting time trying to fit in when the most unique thing in the world is you. There’s no other person in the world just like you and personally I don’t mind letting my freak flag wave. Hi my names Shyla, and I’m a nerd. Yeap. I wear my fan girl, geek status proudly. I like Sci-fi, Horror, romance, vintage things, to name a few of my loves.

It’s not always the easiest thing to do, being you when it goes against the grain. But in the end it’s worth it. I wouldn’t trade any embarrassing experience, awkward moment, or round of teasing in high school for the person I’ve made myself into, though if you’d asked me in high school I don’t believe my answer would be the same, lol. Still at the end of the day it’s you who has to look in the mirror and like what you see, so I say be you, whatever that means.

I always like to get a bit personal in hopes that someone going through the things I did might happen upon this and find a kindred spirit.

Embracing my own individual brand of weird led to an interesting story I just signed a contract for, Larped, Mistaken Identity. Here’s a sneak peak of the blurb.

Live action role playing has never been so sexy!

Calling off the wedding to his high school sweetheart has sitcom star, Jett Walker, struggling with a deep depression. Exhausted from feigning happiness for convention goers, he escapes to a dive bar. An unexpected encounter leads him to his salvation in the form of Kansas Collins. A curvaceous beauty with lips that beg to be kissed and a body made for loving. Smitten, he allows the assumption that he’s a larper to stand.

Scarred by the tug-of-war her dysfunctional parents place her in, relationships are a four letter word to Kansas. Then a charming southern man, sweeps her off her feet, and delivers sex that transcends a simple exchange of pleasure. Her mind screams soul mate, but when his lies surface their fairytale goes south. Uncertain what’s real or ruse Kansas is torn.

Can Jett convince her this is a once in a lifetime love?

BY the way… Did you know I have a free read that’s updated weekly?

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Come Aboard with Elyzabeth M. Valley

Thank you, Shyla for having me!

Hi everyone! I’m super happy to be here today with Shyla to tell you about my latest release “Welcome Aboard”, a short story that belongs to Evernight Publisher’s Romance on the Go line. These stories are meant to be read during work breaks, on the bus, in the waiting room, or right before bed. Personally, I think they’re a great way to get your romance/erotic fix.*wink*

Blurb:

Julie is on vacation! After months of breaking her back at the office she’s ready for a weekend of absolute relaxation: a little reading, good food and some lazing at the beach are her idea of a perfect plan.

However, when a handsome man with a sexy smile and naughty accent takes the seat next to hers on the train she’ll enter a wicked ride of passion and delight that will blow her mind and body away.

Julie’s adventure starts on a train. But, it could have happened in an airport, a plane or a bus station. Finding love can be unpredictable and can happen in the most unsuspecting places. Many people know this and the internet is plagued with advice on how to flirt while waiting for your ride. There is plenty to talk about in an airport: from its architecture, to the rude/nice attendants, to the weather or the uncomfortable seats. Oh, and the delays, let’s not forget the delays.

As a matter a fact, I even recall reading an article that talked about how a certain company had taken flirting in the airport to a new level by organizing speed-dating activities between flights. Definitely, a great way to pass the time if you’re looking for something a little different (and hey, there’s always the advantage that everyone has had to go through security check- so you can be sure that bulge in his pants is not a gun *wink*).

Like with anything, meeting people can be nothing out of the ordinary or it can be the start of something promising. Who knows, maybe next time you go traveling you meet a special someone that takes you on a very naughty trip.

So, what do you think about flirting while traveling?

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Excerpt:

“We’re on a train,” she hissed, gesticulating wildly.

William laughed, the lines on his forehead vanishing.

“I noticed.” He lifted the armrest and placed his hand on her thigh again. Julie bit back an unwanted moan. “What you failed to have seen, my sweet, is that we’re the only ones in this particular wagon.” He smiled smugly, drumming her thighs in a rhythm that almost had her lifting her hips.

Julie huffed. Yes, her body was weak with desire but she wouldn’t back down so easily.

“It’s a public space.”

“And doesn’t that excite you?” William asked, grasping her flesh, his fingers digging into her skin pleasurably.

Julie’s thoughts scattered. This was crazy. Out right crazy. She wasn’t a one-night-stand kind of girl. Sex in public had been out of the question, and yet—

She observed William. He was impassive, waiting for her resolution while toying with her lust. She shook her head. They could get caught. There could be cameras on the train and it was illegal.

“It’s illegal!” she blurted as the tips of his exploring fingers brushed against her sex.

“So?”

Grasping a strand of her hair between thumb and forefinger, he caressed it before neatly placing it behind her ear, brushing his thumb over the shell.

“It’s only illegal if we get caught, my sweet. I have no intention of allowing that.”

“But–”

His brown eyes bore into hers, the desire swirling in them making her weak at the knees.

“You want to, Julie. I know you do.”

“How?” She cried out the question as he finally pried his way underneath her jeans, resting his fingers above her soaking panties.

“For one, you’ve been squirming in that chair, a lot.” He smiled at her obvious discomfort. “Then,” he murmured, rubbing his finger over her swollen nether lips. “You’re dripping wet. If I wanted to, if you wanted to, I could probably slide this finger inside you without any restraint whatsoever. Maybe even two.”

This was so wrong. His scorching eyes begged her to accept the challenge. Julie bit down on her lip. She couldn’t say yes, not here.

“Tell me you want to, Julie.”

William’s finger found its way under the elastic of her thong. A moan became lodged in her throat as he touched her, learning the wet contours of her cunt with a single digit.

“I—“

She hesitated. Did she want to? Did she really want to do this crazy thing? The tip of his finger hovered over her entrance, daring her to accept.

“Say yes, Julie.” His gaze was heated, his breath as shallow as hers.

She wanted this. Damned be it all, she wanted William’s fingers deep inside her pussy. She wanted the dazzling pleasure, the relief to the unrelenting throbbing between her legs. The realization of what she was about to do spiked her desire and cut off her ability to speak. Opening her legs wider, she smiled shakily. William’s lips parted slightly, his gaze fierce as he pushed a finger inside her. Julie reclined against her seat. Her eyes fluttered shut and she whimpered as another thick digit joined the first. She responded to him. He was her master puppeteer and she was his puppet, rolling her hips with every thrust.

“You want more?” he murmured, his lips hovering over hers.

Julie opened her eyes. William regarded her, his long lashes framing deep eyes that she couldn’t help thinking belonged to a poet at heart.

“Yes,” she whispered, closing the distance. Soft and compliant, she mewled her approval, as she tasted him. Her fear had vanished and left behind an ardor that required urgent appeasing. William grunted into her mouth as she teased his bottom lip, nipping at the full bow with relish. Tilting his head to the side, he swept his tongue over the seams of her mouth in a request for entrance. She granted it readily, taking in his tongue with a desperate hunger that rivaled his as they tangled.

He was relentless, his fingers toying with her sex even as he kissed her. In and out, the thick digits of his left hand pumped into her slowly. It was a delicious torture that only succeeded in making her hotter and more desperate for what was to come.

Author Bio:

Defined as weird since she was about eight, Elyzabeth honors the title by making up songs about her chores, doodling stars and flowers on any blank sheet of paper and talking to her dog whenever he feigns interest.

Losing the battle to the voices in her head is her favorite pastime after annoying her younger sister with her singing. Writing stories full of passion and emotion where love conquers all is her happy pill and she’ll forgo sleep to make her readers live the dream.

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Mid-Week Inspiration : Buck Tradition

Happy Wednesday! Tomorrow is my very first book reading, and I’m running around like a chicken with my head cut off finalizing things, so this one’s coming in late.

I’m a woman who wears many hats, Mom, Wife, Friend, Author,Daughter… the list goes on. It’s a constant , precariously balanced game of juggle. Sometimes things go smoothly, and others… not so much. *grimaces. There are sleep deprived nights, stress filled days, and sacrifice. Why? Because it takes all those sums to equal a whole, gosh darn it, I think I deserve to have it all. *places hands on hips and narrows eyes. “ Go ahead, tell me differently.”

There’s no rule set in stone that says once you become a Mother you lose all the other titles. Now don’t get me wrong I love my children. I’d die for them, make sacrifices for them on a daily basis, shower them with attention, and teach them right from wrong… you get the picture. But I refuse to surrender my individuality, hopes or dreams. Those things are mine. I earned it fair and square. I wouldn’t let the bully’s in high school alter that, so I sure as hell don’t plan on letting anyone do it now. Besides, what would I be showing them …m y girls I mean?

I say Buck Tradition. Feels good doesn’t it? Say it with me. You are the only one who can decide what your normal is. Don’t let anyone tell you differently. I have always marched to the beat of a different drummer, and I’m just fine with my personalized brand of strange. For all you out there wondering if you can piece meal together family and dreams, yes you can.

Raises fist in air. “ So my dreamer, thinkers, writers, musicians… this is a call to action.

Riot

Spring Fling Conventions and Contests

It’s Friday and Spring is in the air and I have some exciting news! Yours truly is headed to Romcon in Colorado from June 21-23rd! Are you excited? I know I sure am. If any of you are planning on going I look forward to seeing you. I’ll have my own table, as well as doing events with my publisher, Amira. I may even come bearing goodies from some of my other publishers. Stay tuned, I’ll be keeping you posted. To celebrate that and spring I’m kicking off Spring Fling! Ready for the rules? Okay here we go .

Step 1: Swing by http://www.shylcolt.com and like it. Then tell me what your favorite Shyla Colt story was and why, or which one you’d like to read and why. Yeap that’s it.

There will be five winners.

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Bath And body set ( 2)

Spring beauty products & a book of your choice ( 3)

Mid-week inspiration Try and Try and Try

Its’ good to be back with you guys! I’ve had back to back releases, and double birthday so I’ve been slacking a bit on my posts. *Bashful expression. I sowwy.

I think Chuck from Supernatural may have said it first when he said simply. “Writing is Hard.”

I agree with this statement whole heartedly. It’s the only thing I’ve ever wanted to not just do, but do well. In that vein on a weekly basis I want to throw my hands up and walk away. Of course I can’t. Writing is my monstrous addiction. The thing on my mind when I wake up and when I go to sleep, I love it at times and hate it others. It’s easy when it flows and the muse is in a giving mood, and difficult when that creativity slows to a crawl, and words are a like a drip from a faucet. But I keep coming back and always will. Why? Because I love it, and it’s in me, not to mention, it keeps me sane.

For me, my characters are a living thing. Like a sketch artist who creates a picture I listen and relay their stories. They’re persistent and opinionated. If they don’t like the way I’ve done something … well hell has no fury like a character scorned, oh you never heard that one? * innocent expression. I pour all I have into my writing. If you could look into my house you’d see me laugh, shed tears, cry out in protest, and a thousand other little gestures… You think I’m kidding. *arches eyebrow. Just ask the folks at the Starbuck’s by my house. I have to say… crying isn’t a good look in public.

At the end of some scenes I am spent, drained dry, and crawling in to bed where I close my eyes and crash. With every run through of a manuscript, new project, and new character I strive to do better. At time s I feel it! I’m so close I can taste the next level of writing I’ve been striving for. Those are the highs. The lows are uncomfortable. I’m stripped bare, out of my depth, and questioning every word. But that’s the growing spot. Through it all one thing remains the same. I continue to try. I attend classes, research my subjects, and listen to the reviews and comments. Good or bad I appreciate them because they help me grow. My daughter loves the song “Try” by Pink. It’s something we often sing when she’s having a hard time getting a handle on something. Be it putting on a trying pair of shoes, dealing with Mommy saying no. * she’s two , these things are a challenge, lol. It’s something I’ve adopted as my motto for writing.

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TRY

My latest creation was a result of stepping out of my comfort zone. It’s my first romantic suspense, and I have to say I’m addicted and dare I say damned proud?

Vixen Healed

Blurb

Eight years ago Claire’s’ life was shattered when her fiancée lost his life in a robbery protecting her. She’s picked up all the pieces and moved forward when the past returns. One of the robbers has been caught and she’s needed to testify. The feisty roller derby girl agrees with no qualms, but the murders’ partner has plans to silence her for good. She turns to Detective Kelly Quinn to keep her out of harm’s way. The attraction between them gives protective custody a whole new meaning.

Kelly never forgot Claire. He promised her once he’d see the murderous savages brought to justice and he’s a man of his word. Feelings of protectiveness become passion, and the possibility of the one thing he’s sworn off, love. Can they come together to heal the hurts of the past and carve out a future filled with happiness?

Excerpt

“We all have our dark side, C. You and I, we’ve seen some of the worst life has to offer. It changes a person.” He shook his head. “There’s no shame in that. Wear your scars like a badge. You’re still here, standing even though life knocked you flat on your back. That takes a lot of strength. More than some people have.”

“You saw me at my lowest.”

“Truth is that night you saved me. I was coming off of a long stint undercover and questioning the meaning of life, asking myself why I was still in this career field. When you’re a part of that seedy underbelly for so long, you lose hope. Especially, when money greases the wheels of justice and men who should be buried beneath the jail cell and not simply placed in it walk scot-free.” His chest ached as he was taken back to that time. “Then I met a beautiful girl who’d had her life destroyed by senseless violence, and it lit a fire under me, reaffirmed my decision to help others. When I made you that promise I meant it. I never forgot for one second. I’d pull the case file occasionally. See if any new leads had come up. Then I got a match, called you in to the office and had my mind completely blown. The young girl had grown up. But she was still hurting. I wanted to take that away. I still do.” He reached out to trace the curve of her heart-shaped face.

“This is me, who I am. I want you to see me the way you’ve allowed me to see you. All bullshit aside. I’m fair if I’m anything.” She studied him with dark eyes that held mysterious still be discovered.

“I like what I see, Kelly Quinn.”

“Aaah, I was hoping you’d say that.” He moved forward and placed a gentle kiss on her lips, moaning when she took control and nipped at his bottom lip. The love bite unleashed the passion he’d been holding back. He rolled her onto her back, making quick work of the tiny pearl buttons that kept her soft yellow baby doll pajama top together. He peeled back the layer, likening it to wrapping paper keeping him from candy. The bra she wore was a sheer, pink number that made his mouth water and his cock threaten to pop out of his boxer briefs.

Her Hershey kiss nipples strained against the material.

“Beautiful.” He leaned down and sucked a swollen nub into his mouth, exploring her curves with his hand. He slipped inside her waistband and traced the underwear.

“Mmmh, your underwear is soaked. Will your pussy be even wetter?”

“Why don’t you find out?” She stared down at him from her position, leaned back on her elbows. Her hair tumbled around her face and down her back like a raven waterfall. Her eyes had darkened to an almost black that smoldered.

He slipped a finger inside her panties and watched her lush lips part as he stroked her sodden lips.

“Well?” Her cheeky bravado made him chuckle.

“I think we can do better.” He circled her with his thumb before he eased inside her tight sheath. “Look at how tight you grip me.” He stroked her inside, circled her walls and licked his lips when she arched and gasped.

“It’s been a while.”

“How long is a while?”

“Eight years.” The words were so low he barely made them out. He paused mid-stroke.

“No, don’t stop.” She covered his hands and moved his fingers inside her. “I want to feel, to remember what it is to live fully. I’ve been surrounded by too much death and fear. It’s your turn to bring me back from the brink.” I’d never seen a more erotic sight than Claire getting herself off with my hands. His balls grew heavy, and he ached to move inside her. I have to make sure she’s ready, and take care. Make the most of the special gift she’s giving me. He hooked his finger, found the g-spot inside her, and she exploded. A creamy rush of honey spurted out and ran down his fingers.

“I’m going to need to see that a few more times at least.” He brought his hands up to his lips and popped them into his mouth. Salty, sweet, and delicious.

“Lift your hips.” She complied, still dazed, and he pulled down her underwear and shorts in one go. “Spread those sexy stems of yours for me.” A bashful expression crossed her face as he spread her legs even wider. He kneeled down and admired her neatly trimmed cunt. He spread her lips, dipped his tongue inside her molten core, and hummed his appreciation. He thrust inside and sipped her, swirling his tongue around as he played, pausing to flick her clit as he enjoyed his feast. Her throaty cries and moans inflamed him until he was fucking her with his tongue. She clamped down around him. Her thighs shut around his ears as she came. He drank her down. Her body went slack, her legs flopped open, and he sat back on his knees, pulling his stiff member out of the cotton containment. He rubbed the tip, dipped into the wealth of moisture that escaped from his slit.

“Are you ready for me, Claire?”

“God, yes.”

He leaned over to the left side of the bed and pulled out a square foil. He never fooled around with the women he brought home in his bedroom. That was his space. I’ll have to change that now. She sat up.

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Learn about Becoming His Little One with Isabella Olivia Ellis

Blurb

Carolyn is a plain divorcee living a plain life. Though her sexual experiences have all been vanilla, she is drawn to the submissive aspect of BDSM. In the multi-player online world of Other Existence, she finds an outlet for this. It is there that she meets Dave, an older Air Force lieutenant colonel, who turns out to be her dominant counterpart. After weeks of chats in which they share their deepest desires, the two meet in real life and a match made in BDSM heaven is born.

As their relationship develops, she discovers the tenderness and emotion that complements the lifestyle. There are whips and spreader bars, but also loving massages afterward. When Dave is suddenly torn away from her by his duty to his country, it is up to Carolyn to decide if the love they’ve found is worth the fight to keep it.

His bedroom was heavy on the manly accents. The walls were a hunter green with brown trim, and the furniture was made to look like hand-hewn wood. The bed was neatly made with a flannel set of sheets and matching comforter.

He brushed past her, saying, “Make yourself at home.” Then he disappeared into what she guessed was the en-suite bathroom.

When he didn’t close the door and instead hunched down to open the cabinet under the sink, Carolyn assumed he must be finding a condom for later. Part of her wanted to feel insulted that he had assumed they would have sex, but a larger part of her felt a thrill at his assertiveness.

He returned from the bathroom, tossed the condom onto the nightstand, and stood in front of her with his hands on hips. “Understand this, little one. When I snap my fingers, you suck my cock. When I clap my hands, you lick my balls. Got it?”

Carolyn nodded, aching to begin the tasks assigned to her, but Dave narrowed his eyes at her.

“You’re already making mistakes. You’re too smart for that, Carolyn. And I know this because I would never accept any less from someone I would have as my Little One. You answer any command I give you with ‘yes sir’. Spoken or non-spoken.” He growled.

“Yes, sir.” She replied, not missing a beat.

He smiled coldly. “That’s better.” With deliberate, yet impatient moves, Dave unbuttoned the fly of his jeans and pushed them down his thighs. Then, he gave a sharp clap of his hands.

“Yes, sir.” Carolyn lowered herself to her knees. Working the jeans down his thighs, she pushed them far enough down for him to step out and kick them to the side. His cock was clearly straining against his navy blue boxer briefs, and she leaned forward to kiss him through the fabric. She felt him pulsate through the cotton.

Dave let out a lustful hiss, but then pushed her away by her shoulders.

Confused, she looked up at him.

Smiling deviously, he said, “Wait here. Just like that. This fun can wait for another time. I have something else in mind, and I am too impatient after talking about it for so long.”

And she did, kneeling with her palms resting on her knees.

After a few minutes, Dave reappeared with a thin steel rod with a cuff on each end.

Despite herself and the scenario, Carolyn gasped. “What is that thing?”

He knelt at her feet, pausing to adjust the length of the bar. “It’s a spreader bar, Little One. You’ve never seen one?”

“I have never even heard of that.”

“Well, we are certainly going to have some fun then, Little One. Turn around and face the bed. Spread your legs a little farther apart. That’s good, now straighten your knee. Good.” He wrapped a cuff around both of her ankles, then something clicked and Carolyn assumed the bar had locked into place.

Her legs were just slightly wider than what would normally be comfortable, but she didn’t make a peep of complaint.

Dave left the room once more and returned with a pair of handcuffs and a black leather flogger. He tossed the latter to the floor, and then without gentleness, he jerked her arms behind her back and cuffed her wrists together.

There she was, vulnerable before him. She felt exposed being bent forward over the bed with her arms cuffed behind her. She had no way of supporting herself, so she let gravity take over and sank into the bed, her ass still up in the air and ready for the taking.

With a jerk, Dave pulled her dress up over her ass to rest bunched up around her waist. The air kissed her bare skin as he shifted behind her. “Mmm. No panties. You listen well, Little One,” Dave whispered, his hands beginning to skim and stroke along her ass and thighs.

“Yes, Sir.” She replied, trying not to push herself at him in impatience as his movements began to heighten her senses.

His hands left her for a moment, and she heard him pull his briefs off. This was confirmed when the head of his cock brushed against her as he reached down for the flogger. Then she heard him step backward.

The flogger snapped through the air as Dave brought it up and back and forth, over and over, each time getting closer and closer to where Carolyn’s sensitive ass lay exposed.

Each crack caused her breath to heighten. She could scarcely even hear the sound of the flogger over the pounding of her heart.

“I am going to flog you, Little One. Flog that luscious, tasty ass of yours until it is inflamed and engorged, and then I am going to fuck it. What does my Little One think of that?”

Happy St. Patrick’s Day

It’s St. Patrick’s Day and in honor of the land my family originates from I have a present for all of you. A free read I’ll be updating weekly. I wanted a way to say thank you for all your support, and thought, what better than writing. I know I’ve been a bit scarce lately, and for that I apologize. It’s something I’ll be addressing next week for Mid-week Inspiration. Until then, I hope you guys enjoy, An Irish Wedding.

http://www.shylacolt.com/free-read-irish-wedding/