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New Story Out! Unforgettable

My latest book, Unforgettable, is a romance (of course)...with a bit of paranormal and some spanking too of course!
Four weeks ago, Eden awoke in hospital alone, battered and bruised with no memory of her past, beyond her name. Thanks to Rick, the Sheriff, she finds a job and a place to live, but she’s plagued by nightmares and the sense that she’s in some sort of trouble.
Galen James has been living in fear for the last four weeks. He has no idea where his mate has disappeared to or even if she is still alive. When he gets a phone call from Rick Andrews telling him Eden is safe, he’s never been more relieved.
But there’s a catch. Eden has no memory of him or their relationship. She doesn’t know who took her from him and she has no idea that she’s mated to a werelion.
But now that he’s found her, Galen has no intention of leaving her. He will take care of her, whether she wants his protection or not. And he will have her love and her obedience…
Contains spanking, anal play and punishment, and some very sexy, arrogant shapeshifters.
Excerpt:

His wicked grin had her shivering in reaction. “Oh, yes,” he drawled. “Everyone obeys me, especially you, kitten.”
“Even if I did obey your orders before, it doesn’t mean I will now.” She glared at him, meeting his intense stare full on. But he didn’t growl or argue, rather a crooked smile tugged at those full lips.
“But you might just enjoy obeying my orders,” his voice was soft, silken, almost a whisper, but his eyes were aflame with sexual promise. Breathless, she searched for a distraction, a way to break away from his captivating spell.
Reaching down, she grabbed a strawberry and brought it to her lips, grateful when he broke his stare to do the same.
“See now, I knew you’d obey me in the end,” his voice was so full of male satisfaction that she choked as the strawberry went down her throat, resulting in an ungraceful display of coughing and spluttering while he patted her back, scolding her for eating too fast. Finally, she got herself under control, chugging down some water before wiping the tears from her eyes.
It felt surreal, sitting here on a blanket, having a picnic with a man she didn’t know, and yet she did. Her man. Wow. How had she earned the love of a man like this? Intense. Gorgeous. Powerful.
 Unsurprisingly, her head throbbed as she strained with lost fragments of her past, struggled to remember the man whose thigh deliberately brushed hers, whose touch was a familiar shock of pleasure, whose gaze roamed her body with a single-minded intensity that spoke of sin and lust.
She was jolted from her thoughts as Galen rolled her until so she was sprawled against him. A heavy smack landed on her ass, her cotton pants providing little protection as Galen spanked her twice more. “Stop it.” His voice had a core of pure steel.

Old-fashioned series

A few people have asked if there are more stories coming in the Old-fashioned series. And the answer is Yes! Definitely! I'm not finished with this series yet. I've started Roarke and Sam's story and don't worry, they get a woman to complete their little family. I also want to write about Brax, and, well, with the way characters keep popping up there may be a couple more stories after that :-)

What I'm working on now...

Well, I've started a new project. I love writing spanking and age play stories, of course, but I also adore paranormal stories too. So this next story I'm working on incorporates spanking and shape shifters. Lion shifters to be exact...yum :-)
Laylah

Her Old-Fashioned Husband available now!

I'm excited to announce that I've received a beautiful cover for Her Old-Fashioned Husband. Once again, Carey Abbot has done an amazing job! Check out Her Old-Fashioned Husband at Amazon now!

Interviewed by Cara Bristol

Hi All
Cara Bristol has interviewed me on her blog-exciting! Drop on by and have a look.

Coming soon...

Well, I'm part way through editing An Old-Fashioned Husband-Frankie and Tom's story. Very exciting. This story did not go the way I was expecting. I had it all mapped out then Frankie went and changed everything, pulling it off in a direction I hadn't expected. And new characters appeared as well.
I should've guessed. While Tom might be in charge of the relationship, Frankie is a driving force!
Should be ready in another week all things going to plan.
But here is a small excerpt:


Smack! “Ow,” Frankie cried, jumping at the heavy spank that landed on her butt. “Are you allowed to speak while standing in the corner like a naughty little girl?” Tom asked her. Immediately, she was flooded with the need to submit. “No,” she replied softly. “Then hush.” She closed her eyes, her throbbing butt cheek a reminder to behave. It was easier to stand here now, even knowing he was staring at her naked butt, because this was what Tom wanted from her. “Come here, baby girl," her husband said gently. Frankie turned. Tom sat on the sofa. She gulped as she got closer and saw what rested on the seat beside him. “Tom?” she queried, her gaze caught on the hairbrush and paddle. "You're not going to use all of these, are you?"  Frankie trembled as she stared down at him, pleading with him silently. Tom looked up at her seriously before he raised his hand.“A hand spanking for forgetting your dinner.” He picked up the hairbrush. “The hairbrush for hanging up on me.” He moved to the paddle. “The paddle is your morning spanking as part of your punishment for last night.” Frankie gulped. “You’re going to use a paddle on me twice a day for the next two weeks?” How the hell would she survive it? Tom shook his head. Relief surged through her. “Sometimes I’ll use my hand, sometimes the hairbrush or the belt.” Frankie whimpered. Tom patted his lap. “Lay yourself over my lap and we’ll begin.” She shook her head. “I can’t.” Tom simply stared at her. “Don’t you want to get rid of that guilt rolling in your stomach?” “Yes,” she whispered. “But can’t you just do it? Can’t you just pull me over your lap?” “No, baby,” he told her. “I know that’s what I’ve done in the past, but I’m pushing you further now. I want more and I know that you do to. You can do this, Frankie. Give us what we both need.”