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Just Her Luck

One day in the middle of winter I was driving down the road with my daughter. The weather was rough as it often is here in Upstate New York and we were talking about the release of Kiss Me, O'Malley.  I'm sure I was rambling on and on about the book as I love that family and she was asking questions.
"Mom, where do you get your ideas for a new story?" she asked me.
I was slowing down on the slippery road, getting ready to turn onto a side  road. All of a sudden this little wreck of a car failed to make a complete stop and nearly slammed into a new pick-up truck as we watched.
"There," I said pointing at the scene.  "That's enough for a story. I could write a book about that. Inspiration is everywhere, on the road, in a store, even listening to bits of conversation in a crowded restaurant."
She shook her head and laughed, but I was already plotting out Just Her Luck in my mind.
I love it when that happens!
Here's an excerpt:

It took quite a while after two New York State Troopers got to the scene. Licenses and insurance information was exchanged and a tow truck was called to remove Babe’s vehicle. It was so old and damaged even the cops had trouble figuring out the make and year until she produced the registration after they pried the glove compartment open.
Chas knew both of them and stood out in the storm asking after their families and making small talk, while Babe took her handful of tickets and retrieved her backpack. She started down the road. He caught sight of her just before she disappeared in a swirl of snow.
“Gotta go, guys,” he said, getting into his slightly damaged truck. “She’s trouble with a capital T but I can’t just leave her out here like this.”
“Need any help?”
“No, I’ve got this. I’ll take her home with me until I get her straightened out. Thanks,” he called as he got in his truck and headed in the direction she’d walked off. When he found her she was a little way up the road, knees deep in a snow bank. He opened the passenger window and called to her.
“Come on, I’ll take you anywhere you want to go,” he yelled above the wind.
“I can’t,” she called back.
“Why not?” he demanded getting more peeved by the second.
“I’m stuck, and I think I hurt my ankle jumping down from your truck,” she screamed. He could see she’d been crying and she wiped her nose on her sleeve.
Chas pulled over as far as the snowbanks allowed and turned his emergency flashers on. Getting out of the truck he stomped to her, took hold of her arm and pulled her from the snow, tossing her over his shoulder.
“You could have waited, you know,” he scolded.
“What for, you don’t owe me anything,” she replied.
“Funny, I feel like I owe you a good old fashioned whooping for being so foolish,” he growled softly as he plopped her onto the seat of his truck.
“Funny, I don’t believe I want to go with you,” she sassed back.
“What are your options?” he asked, facing her in the open doorway and blocking her exit.
“None,” she admitted, looking at her lap and blowing on her frozen hands.
“Then be a good girl and shut up,” he advised, closing her door after clicking the lock.
“How do I know you’re not one of those guys you talked about? The ones who would rape and murder me and toss me in a garbage can?” she demanded when he climbed in and put the truck in gear.
“You don’t,” he replied with a grin. “However, I promise to feed you first, and get you into some warm clothes.”
“Gee thanks,” she sneered.
“You’re welcome. Would you rather go to a shelter? It won’t be nearly as nice as my place but you’ll be safe. Also, in case you haven’t noticed, I’m a relatively attractive man with all of my teeth intact. As a rule I don’t have to resort to rape to get a woman into my bed,” he teased.
“And so modest too,” she shot back. “I guess the devil I know is better than the one I don’t.”
“Do you feel you know me?” he asked surprised.
“A little, at least you didn’t abandon me, which is more than I can say about some men. And I am sorry about your truck. It was entirely my fault. I saw you, but I couldn’t stop on these roads.”
“My, she can tell the truth too. A point in your favor. Maybe it won’t have to be a full-fledged whooping. Maybe it can just be a few good swats to your butt to teach you not to put yourself at risk.”
“You are kidding, right?” Babe asked, biting her lip.
Chas grinned and turned the truck around.

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Hope it makes you smile.  Hugs, Stevie

Coming Soon, Just Her Luck

Babe:
What the hell! Can things get any worse? Sometimes I think my bad luck started when my mother died giving me life. I know it’s going to follow me forever. I never should have believed all the lies that jerk told me, never driven all the way from Florida to meet a guy I met on the internet.
Now, I’ve made things even worse. That huge man getting out of his truck doesn’t look too happy.
Chas:
I can’t believe that little rust bucket just smashed into my brand new Dodge Ram. Why don’t people learn how to drive on snow and ice if they’re going to live in this neck of the woods? I’m going to give that driver hell if I can get her damn door open and she’s not hurt.
Wait! Did she actually take a swing at me? Apparently the half-pint has a temper. Too bad she doesn’t have any sense.

Publisher’s Note: This adult romance contains elements of adult language, humor, power exchange and sensual scenes. If any of these offend you, please do not purchase.


Excerpt:
 
Charles ‘Chas’ Mackenzie was mad as hell when the tiny little rust bucket T-boned his brand new Ram 2500. Shaking his head he got out of his vehicle to inspect the damage and make sure the other driver was all right.
“What the hell were you thinking?” he demanded when she cranked down her window.
“Me? You came out of nowhere,” the woman snapped back, fighting to get her crumpled door open.
Sighing he went to the door and grabbed hold, not surprised when the entire thing came away in his hand.
“How did you ever manage to get this piece of crap inspected?” he asked, frowning as he dropped the door on the ground and reached for her hand to help her out. She ignored it and scrambled out on her own. Then she did the strangest thing. She took a swing at him.
Her fist connected with his abdomen and she squealed, shaking her hand violently and nearly hopping up and down.
Chas couldn’t help it, he laughed, making her even madder. Suddenly, both of her fists were flying and he planted his huge hand on her head, easily stopping her from connecting again. He was 6’5 and she was 5’ nothing. It was not difficult.
“Hey, hey, hey, take it easy, crash.”
“You think this is funny?” she screamed, swinging again and again until she tuckered herself out and stood gasping for air, her shoulders heaving.
“Of course I don’t think it’s funny. You just dented my new truck,” he replied, amused despite himself.
“Yes, you do,” she accused. “I can see the smile in your eyes, you big jerk. Well, not everyone can afford to drive a monster like that,” she insisted, pointing at his huge red vehicle. “Some of us drive what we have to.”
“What was that, before it became fodder for the junk yard?” he asked, removing his hand now that she’d seemed to settle down and pointing at the pile of scrap she called a car.
“I’ll have you know that vehicle was a classic,” she snapped, shivering in the biting winter wind.
“Not everything older than dirt is a classic,” he retorted.
For the first time he took in her appearance, really took it in. She was small, wearing a pair of those ratty jeans that were all the rage with young girls, but for some reason he didn’t think that particular pair came from some designer store and she wasn’t a teenager. Her sneakers were beat up, with a hole at the toe of her left shoe and her jacket didn’t look warm in the least.
“Why don’t you get in my truck and warm up,” he suggested. “I imagine it will take quite a while for law enforcement to get here on these roads. No sense in freezing our asses off.”
“Do we have to call the police?” she asked nervously.
“Yes, we do,” he insisted, taking her arm and leading her toward his truck. “For one thing it’s against the law to leave the scene of an accident and for another I’m going to turn this into my insurance company.”
“Oh,” she said, looking up at the seat when he opened his door. Twice she tried to get her foot on the icy running board and twice she slipped off. She squealed when he picked her up and sat her inside the truck’s cab.
“Watch your hands,” he ordered before shutting the door with a solid thud.

Chas stood in the bitter wind and called 9-1-1 on his cell, reporting the accident before climbing into the driver’s seat and cranking up the heat. Thankful for his heavy Carhart jacket he noted the thin windbreaker she was wearing. Taking his thermos he poured a cup of coffee and handed it to her, watching as she wrapped her hands around it gratefully.
“Is there a reason you didn’t want me to report it?” he asked, watching her face flush.
“Yeah, I don’t exactly have insurance,” she admitted quietly. “At least I don’t think so. They sent me a cancellation notice a while ago and I couldn’t pay the premium, but sometimes there’s a grace period,” she added hopefully. “Maybe they’ll cover the damage.”
“Why am I not surprised?” he sighed somewhat disgustedly.
“Well you don’t have to get nasty about it,” she snapped, glaring at him. Handing him the cup she moved to open the door. “It’s not like I’m some vagrant, deadbeat,” she hissed. “I do pay my bills when I have the money.”
“And do you have any money?” he asked.
“Not at the moment. I mean I have about twenty bucks, but that’s it. But I will have money as soon as I find a new job and a place to stay,” she continued with her chin up. “I believe I’ll wait outside. It’s pretty chilly in here, Mr.…?”
“Mackenzie, Chas Mackenzie and I wouldn’t advise that,” he stated calmly.
“And why not?” she demanded, narrowing her violet eyes at him.
“Because the roads are slippery as goose shit and in case you haven’t noticed our vehicles are blocking a good part of this one. Another vehicle could come around that curve and plow straight into us. You’re safer in here.”
She appeared to sniff in derision as she reached for the door handle.
“What’s your name?” he demanded.
“Roberta, but my friends call me Babe,” she replied reluctantly.
“Hmm, it fits you,” he noted. “Let me put it another way, Babe. Do you see this console?” he asked patting the piece separating them with his huge hand.
“Yes,” she replied, sounding confused.
“Well it flips up, giving me plenty of room to pull your obstinate self over my lap and spank you good. I’m sure your backside is pretty cold. Believe me, it will sting like hell. Is that really what you want?”
“Are you threatening me?” she gasped.
“Nope, just stating a fact. I’m not particularly fond of young women who are a little too big for their britches and while this accident was entirely your fault, I won’t sit by and watch you get frostbite or become road kill. Now, sit still and wait for the law to arrive.”
Chas placed the coffee back in her hands and said no more.
***
Babe looked at him sideways as she sipped from the mug. He was a behemoth, and in hindsight she couldn’t believe she’d had the nerve to swing at him. His full dark beard was neatly trimmed and he was warmly dressed in jeans, a flannel shirt and brown lace-up work boots. Thick leather gloves lay on the dash, no doubt the best money could buy. His jacket looked exceedingly warm and she made a note that in the future, if she was going to trapes around this neck of the woods she would need something like that. Although, what she was going to trapes around in she had no idea. Her car was trash. She’d be lucky to get a dime from a junkyard and the twenty in her pocket wouldn’t go far.
He surprised her when he spoke.

“Do you have family in the area?” he asked, staring out the windshield obviously watching for red lights.
“No.”
“So what are you doing here?” “It’s a long story,” she sighed.
“I’m pretty sure we have time,” he replied, watching the snow pile up and speeding up his wipers.
“I met this guy on the internet,” she began.
Chas snorted and removed his hat, running his hand through a head of wavy dark hair.
“There’s no need to be so judgmental,” she said, glaring into his blue eyes. “Many relationships start online and they end up getting married.”
“Yeah, and many end up with the woman raped, murdered and stuffed in some garbage can,” he retorted. “What were you thinking?” he demanded angrily. “Where are you from anyway?”
“I drove up from Florida,” she answered defensively.
“In that thing?” he asked in outrage. “It’s a wonder you made it to Georgia.”
“For your information, Bessie, has been a very good car,” she snapped back, “and besides it’s not her fault the guy turned out to be a big fat liar and a jerk.”
“Is he from around here? What’s his name?” Chas demanded. “Roger Thomson,” she quietly confessed.
“That guy’s a dirtbag,” Chas said with a touch of fury in his voice. “You’re lucky you got out of there with your virtue intact. It is intact?” he questioned, pinning her in place with his frosty stare.
“I’m not stupid, you know,” she hissed, feeling her face heat up. “I realized almost as soon as I got there he’d been less than honest with me about his circumstances. He was far older than his profile picture indicated and he has no job. His place was in shambles and he seemed to think I should clean it up. In fact, he wanted me to marry him and…”
“Look after his lazy, good-for-nothing ass for the rest of your life, right?”
“Something like that,” she sighed in embarrassment.
“Did he hurt you, Babe?” he asked softly.
“No, just my pride. I can’t believe I was so stupid. I took him at face value; well it wasn’t actually his face he sent me. I don’t know whose face it was.”
“How old are you?”
“Twenty-two, old enough to know better,” she admitted. “I was just so lonely, and the bastard lied through his rotten teeth.”
“Don’t you have a family, a daddy, a brother, anyone to look out for you?”
“I’m a grown woman,” she insisted, staring up at him.
“Almost,” Chas replied with a laugh as he reached over and tugged at her very long dark braid playfully.
Babe slapped his hand away and he laughed harder. Then the police arrived.

Author's Note:
This book should be available around May 11, 2018. It's one of the rare books I write that is not part of a series, at least not yet.  Although... Crunch is an interesting character.  Hmm. I hope you enjoy it!

Stevie

Happy St. Patrick's Day! Princess Hooligan, The O'Malleys, Book 7

When Irelynn O’Malley returned to the country of her birth, she only wanted to be left alone to cry and sort out her life.  She did not want a bossy young police officer dogging her every step, spouting off his opinions about nearly everything she did. 
She did not want her cousin Rory hounding her to leave the shelter and go and stay with his mother. And she especially didn’t want her cousin Colleen, the one she’d been closest to as a child, to pry into her reasons for leaving Ireland.
Even if Colleen was willing to spill her guts about how she’d managed to catch such a handsome husband, that didn’t mean Irelynn was going to relax her guard.  Oh, her story twas interesting to be sure, but Irelynn’s secrets were much too painful to talk about over Irish coffee and wine.

Author’s Note:
While Princess Hooligan is a brand new story in The O’Malley Series it also contains something I’ve been asked for many times, Colleen and Noah’s story. Going back in time is never easy, especially with a family like The O’Malleys, where there are so many characters.
When Colleen met Noah, Maggie was still married to her first husband Jim. Nick was a painful memory and only Jason was born. Patrick and Molly were married with their first son, Michael.  Rory was still wickedly single and Bridget was a precocious adolescent.
While the entire family is present in the majority of the book, please remember there was a time before Abby and Connor, Winston and a slew of grandchildren.

Excerpt:
Detective Rory O’Malley leaned back in his chair and planted his size fifteen shoes on his desk as he waited for his mother to answer the phone. Ian wasn’t thrilled to report he’d lost Rory’s little cousin and Rory even less so to hear it.
“I’m sorry, Rory, but she’s tricky and a liar to boot,” Ian snapped. “She promised me she’d wait right there while I got us both coffee and of course, she didn’t.”
Rory snorted and shook his head.
“She dresses like a bag lady, climbs into filthy dumpsters to retrieve bottles worth a damn nickel, has prostitutes for friends. And she gives them money! God forbid, she buys a decent pair of sneakers. Hers are so worn out I don’t know how she stays upright when the streets are slick. I think she has duct tape on the one.” Running a hand through his hair he moved to the window.
“I know you think I’m up for this job, but I’m not,” Ian insisted. “Get someone else to do it before I do something we’ll all regret.”
“Are you threatening my cousin?” Rory asked with a fierce scowl as he covered the phone with his hand. “Have you hurt her?”
“Not yet, but I’m getting uncomfortably close to teaching her a thing or two over my lap. You have no idea how badly I want to spank her and drag her to your mother’s,” Ian groaned, his face red with fury. “I’ve never met such an irresponsible woman in my entire life. She hasn’t a care for her own safety and lies with a straight face like she’s saying a blessing!”
For a moment Rory felt a pang of sympathy and almost told Ian about his own experience with his wife, Tess. She’d been much the same when he discovered her sleeping in the park. Rory held up his finger and spoke.
“Ma, we need a family meeting. See what you can do to arrange it and get back to me, will you? Yes, it’s about Irelynn. I know, Ma, but… what? No, Ian is doing the best he can. Yes, I remember she’s your niece and you love her,” he sighed, glaring again at Ian as though the entire thing was his fault. “We’ll get this straightened out. Yes, I promise, Ma. Call me as soon as you get it set. Yes, I’ll bring Ian, so you can talk to him. Okay, apple cobbler, I’ll tell him. Look, I gotta go. Love you too, Ma.”
“Do you see what I’m going through?” he demanded, dropping his feet to the floor. “My mother is not going to give me a minute’s peace until I do something about Irelynn and when I get home, Tess starts. Here I was, thinking all my sisters were settled in good marriages with men who would look out for them and then this imp from the old country shows up,” he sighed.
“I haven’t seen her since she was little, cute as a button and full of spirit. Now she’s here doing God knows what and with whom, and you, Sullivan, can’t keep track of one small woman. How are you ever going to make detective at this rate?”
“Now, that’s just not right, Rory. You know my hands are tied on this one. She hasn’t broken the law, yet. To hear her talk she’s tougher than a junk yard dog, and the worst thing is she believes it. Just what would you like me to do, kidnap her?” Ian asked angrily.
“Let’s not go that far,” Rory said, backtracking. “We need a plan and there’s nobody better at that than my sisters. I think a gentle touch is called for in this situation, much as I understand your desire to teach her a lesson about the world she’s chosen to inhabit. There’s a thug on every corner down there, but at least she’s kept her activities out in the open during daylight hours.”
“That’s true, for now, but how long can you keep me tailing her? Sooner or later someone is going to question why, and I can hardly explain that she’s your little cousin from Ireland and you’re worried about her. Why don’t you go and see her yourself?”
“I tried, and she smartly informed me that while she appreciated the family connection, she didn’t feel we owed her any special consideration and she would be sure to visit my mother once she was on her feet. For now, she preferred to be left on her own, which she was sure I would understand. Then she left the intercom. She might as well have slammed the door in my face.”
“She didn’t?”
“Yes, she did and she’s lucky we are not allowed in that building or she would have been very sorry.” Digging through his desk drawer he pulled out a bottle of antacids and tossed some back. “Care for any?”
“Not yet,” Ian said, smiling for the first time since he entered the office, “but it’s comforting to know I’m not the only one Princess Hooligan is driving crazy.”

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Coming Soon, Princess Hooligan

.When Irelynn O’Malley returned to the country of her birth, she only wanted to be left alone to cry and sort out her life.  She did not want a bossy, young police officer dogging her every step, spouting off his opinions about nearly everything she did. 
 
She did not want her cousin Rory hounding her to leave the shelter and go and stay with his parents. And she especially didn’t want her cousin Colleen, the one she’d been closest to as a child, to pry into her reasons for leaving Ireland.
 
Even if Colleen was willing to spill her guts about how she’d managed to catch such a handsome husband, that didn’t mean Irelynn was going to relax her guard.  Oh, her story ‘twas interesting to be sure, but Irelynn’s secrets were much too painful to talk about over Irish coffee and wine.
 
Publisher’s Note: This book contains elements of power exchange and domestic discipline. If these offend you, please do not purchase.

Excerpt:
“What have you got against the O’Malleys anyway?” he demanded, easily keeping step with her.
“Why nothin’,” she replied, surprised. “I love them, but I didn’t come all the way from Ireland to leech off me kin. Aunt Maeve and Uncle Sean have plenty of their own to care for,” she insisted. “I’ll make me own way, thank you very much.”
“Fine, be a stubborn little brat. You keep picking garbage and I’ll just keep following you,” he snarled. “Like I don’t have anything better to do.”
Irelynn picked up her pace and he smiled evilly. Her short legs were no match for his long ones, so at least she couldn’t out run him.
“That’s Rory’s doin’,” she hissed, making the street and heading for another alley. “‘Tis nothin’ to do with me.”
“It has everything to do with you. If you weren’t so all-fired perverse you could be nice and warm, eating one of your aunt’s delicious dinners tonight instead of standing in a soup line. Why I’ll bet she’s even got some homemade pie.”
Ian could almost see her mouth watering as she paused and looked up at him. Maybe this time his words would convince her, he thought hopefully. Damn, she was pretty with those wide blue eyes. For a moment he thought he had her, but she squared her shoulders and marched on.
“I don’t mind the food at the soup kitchen and I always help clean up, so I sort of feel like I’m doin’ me part. I’m sorry if me way of livin’ offends you, Officer Sullivan, but ‘tis really no concern of yours.”
“It does offend me, Miss O’Malley. It offends me very much. So much in fact, if I wasn’t a cop and obligated to uphold the law, I’d find a stoop, pull you over my knees and spank some sense into you. Then I’d cart your sorry little ass off to your aunt’s and make you stay there until you came up with a reasonable plan for your future,” he informed her darkly.
“Then ‘tis a blessin’ you’ve chosen the law for your profession, for if you tried such a thin’ I’d have to make you sorry you were ever born,” she hissed.
He watched her face flame in embarrassment as she looked around, but when her foot came up to kick him, he smiled.
“Please do, Princess Hooligan,” he drawled. “Assaulting an officer is exactly the excuse I need to take you in. Kick me hard, I want you to leave a nice big bruise for evidence. Then Rory will have to deal with you. Besides, I’m freezing.”
“‘Tis sorry, I am, Ian,” she said sweetly, lowering her foot. “Why don’t you go and get a cup of coffee to warm ya? I’m a might chilled meself.”
His heart melted a little as he watched her shiver. It was damn cold, and he was much better dressed than she. Could he trust her not to give him the slip? O’Malley wouldn’t like it much if anything happened to her on Ian’s watch and this was a pretty seedy area. On the other hand, if she was as cold as he was, she’d want that coffee.
“All right,” he said sternly. “I’m going into that little store there,” he pointed, “and you’d better be here when I get out. What do you take in your coffee?” he asked, rubbing his hands together.
“A bit of cream and sugar,” she replied, shivering dramatically.
“I mean it, Irelynn,” he warned as he backed away. “Don’t you move an inch.”
“I won’t,” she promised.
Five minutes later when he came out, she was nowhere to be seen. Hurrying back to his patrol car he drove her usual route with no luck. Returning to the shelter he pressed the buzzer.

A Little Misunderstanding by Markie Morelli - Excerpt is for 18+ today

Is Age-Play your thing?  Does reading about dominant daddies and the littles who love them get your motor running?
I have to admit there is something very appealing about having a man around who takes care of you in every way. A big strong daddy who makes sure you have everything you need, and maybe a few things you don't, (grin), could come in handy. Sigh. 
Oh well, it's not in the cards for all of us, but it's nice to read about. A 'little' fantasizing never hurt anyone and I have to say the books by Markie Morelli will have you doing some of that and more.

A Little Misunderstanding is the third book in her New Rules Series, so if you missed the first two you'd better catch up before reading this one. Just a suggestion.

Blurb:

I can't believe how stupid I was.
Curiosity killed the cat and almost killed me.
If Judge Reynolds hadn't taken to me to Doctor Franklin who knows what might have happened.
How was I supposed to know my actions nearly destroyed his marriage to Cheri?


Excerpt:  Annie and Preston
It only took a few swipes with the razor to remove what little hair she had there, in fact she wasn’t sure she had any. Maybe he just relished prolonging her embarrassment, and she was embarrassed, mostly because she was enjoying it so much.
“There, all done,” he said, turning her over and moving her back up the table a little bit. “Just let me get something to wash you off with.”
When he returned he had a washcloth and a bottle of some kind of pink tinted liquid.
“What’s that?” she asked nervously.
“Aftershave,” he teased.
“No,” she screamed, reaching down to cover her pussy with both hands. “It will burn!”
“There might be a little sting,” he said kindly, “but nothing you can’t handle. Don’t be such a baby.”
“I thought you wanted a baby?” she accused.
“Point taken,” he agreed with a laugh. Setting his things down he lifted her bottom and placed a pad under her. “Now, behave or this will take longer than it needs to. This is only a little watered-down mouthwash. I find it works well as an astringent and tastes much better.”
“What do you care what it tastes like?” she asked with a pout.
Preston just looked at her as though she were a bit mentally deficient.
“Oh,” she replied with a cough. Gee, he’d already washed all the hair and soap away with clean water. She didn’t understand why this added step was necessary, until he stepped between her spread thighs and tipped the bottle letting the liquid flow over her newly bare nether regions.
Annie gasped. It was warm, pleasingly warm and tingly and she sighed in delight. He made sure it ran into all the cracks and crevasses before patting her gently dry with the clean cloth. Then he leaned forward and lightly blew.
Everywhere his hot breath touched, froze. It was fire and ice and she nearly screamed in pleasure. Then his lips descended, and she did scream. He licked and nibbled until she damn near fell off the table.
“Next time I think I’d better restrain you for your own safety,” he whispered against her thigh.
“Could be,” she replied, reaching for his head and lifting her bottom.
“Put your hands under your butt and keep them there,” he ordered sharply.
Annie frowned but obeyed, but only until his tongue scraped her clit. Then they were right back in the thick of things.
“My goodness you’re sensitive,” he said, straightening up and fixing her with a threatening stare.
“What?” she asked innocently.
Shaking his head, he easily rolled her over and administered ten whopping swats to her backside. When he turned her back over her hands immediately went to her injured buns.
“And that’s what I told you to do with them in the first place,” he pointed out, before blowing gently on her nub.
“Sorry,” she sniffed, wiggling for the best position.
“Humph,” was his only reply as he returned to her hidden treasure which had almost disappeared with the severity of his impromptu spanking.
It wasn’t long before they were back in business. Annie was vibrating with pleasure and quickly nearing the pinnacle when he paused, then sucked greedily on her clit and then stopped and straightened up. She looked at him in surprise.
“Annie, I’m going to put my finger or fingers inside you now,” he said wickedly.
Rapidly she nodded her agreement.
“You are not to come,” he continued in a very serious voice.
“What?” she squeaked out.
“I said, you are not to come,” he repeated as he slipped one large finger inside her.
“Sweet Jesus, why would you ask such a thing?” she nearly screamed.
“It’s a rule I have,” he said smoothly as he moved in and out of her while the thumb of his other hand rolled over her clit. “I will always tell you when you may come and it’s not yet.”
“Too late,” she cried out as her body convulsed, squeezing his finger for all she was worth as she rode out her orgasm. In his favor he did not ruin it for her. Instead he continued to finger fuck her as he teased every last response from her swollen clit. Spent, she finally opened her eyes and looked up at him.
“Oh dear, I don’t like the look on your face,” she said before biting her lip.
“And you shouldn’t,” he replied darkly. “You’ve been a very naughty little girl.”
“I… I’m sorry, but that was so hot and when you… your finger… well, your hands are so big and I… just couldn’t…”
“I don’t want to hear any excuses,” he snapped.
“But you should have warned me ahead of time. Maybe I could have slowed it down had I known. It’s not fair to be mad about my breaking a rule I knew nothing about,” she insisted weakly.
“All right, I said I’d try to be flexible,” he ground out. “Now, you know the rule. Don’t do it again.”
With that he grasped her ass, lifted it up and began sucking her clit with no warning. The next thing she knew his thumb was in her pussy and she was completely helpless as she rode a tidal wave to another gut clenching orgasm in a matter of about two minutes, tops!
“I’m sorry,” she shrieked, before beginning to babble on and on about how incredible it all was and how she’d never felt such an earth-shattering climax in her life. Tears streamed down her cheeks and she brushed them away.
Preston approached the side of the table and stared down at her.
“You’re going to need some serious training,” he stated as he reached down and rolled her nipple between his thumb and forefinger.
“You’re not,” she replied dreamily.
He pinched her nipple. “Don’t be impertinent!”
“Ouch! I didn’t mean it,” she said sadly even as she arched into his touch.
Reaching for her, he plucked her up into his arms lifting her, so he could get her nipple into his mouth. He sucked hard, then bit quickly. Annie recognized it was meant as a reprimand but before she knew what was happening he’d sucked again and she shuddered in his arms, coming a third time.
It was something about him, something in the way he looked at her, spoke to her, scolded her that did it. Never before, had she come so easily. Maybe it was that damn mouthwash. Whatever it was, she knew she wanted it. If he had to spank her for disobeying him, so be it. It was worth it.
But he didn’t spank her. Instead, he carried her into the room with the big rocking chair and wrapped her in a blanket. He left her standing there forlornly but returned quickly with a bottle.
“What are we doing?” she asked as he lifted her to his lap.
“You’re going to take a nap,” he said firmly. “Then after dinner, we’re going to go into my examination room. I have some new equipment I’ve wanted to play with.”
“What kind of equipment?” she asked nervously, spitting out the nipple.
Preston pressed the nipple to her lips and glared at her. She opened her mouth. He began to rock.
“Equipment to measure responses to certain stimuli,” he replied resting his head back against the chair.
“Wool if hut?” she asked around the nipple.
“Only if you don’t mind me,” he growled. “Then I will blister your ass and continue, now go to sleep,” he ordered.
“Yeh sur,” she mumbled, closing her eyes and snuggling closer.

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If you missed books one and two, here they are.  Clicking on the cover will take you directly to Amazon.

The Smuggler's Bride by Vanessa Brooks, another fabulous novel in the Masterful Husbands Series

Back by popular demand Vanessa Brooks brings you book four of her popular risqué Georgian romances.
 Once again we meet old friends and new! The naughty ladies of the spanked wives society manage to get themselves embroiled in yet another tangled mess.
 Primrose Latimer has a fiancé to be proud of, a gentleman destined to become Lord Trewithe of Pencullen House in Cornwall but a case of mistaken identity scuppers her chances of ever becoming his Lady wife. Her hopes and aspirations dashed, she is determined that the man who has ruined her, a Cornish smuggler, shall pay dearly for her losses.
  However, fate and Jago Poldrunne have other plans for Primrose, as swirling sea mists and smugglers abound!
If fast paced, romantic, humorous romps, featuring strong, handsome commanding gentlemen are not your thing – then please do not buy this seductive, 18th century romance!

An Interview with Jago Poldrunne:
 
“Hello you’re Jago Poldrunne aren’t you? It’s very nice to meet you.” Bloody hell, this man is gorgeous! Furiously fanning face!
‘An’ who might you be?’
“Vanessa Brooks, It is very nice to meet you.”
‘What d’you want wench?’
“I’d like to interview you. I would be very grateful if you could spare me the time to answer a few questions.”
‘Did Primrose put you up to this? Are you married to an Excise man? What exactly is it that you want to know?’
“I have no connection with any Excise men neither does my husband I assure you and Primrose had nothing to do with this but I’m curious, what would you have done if she had been involved?”
‘Did no one tell you that curiosity killed the cat missy -Carry on with these personal questions and you might wish you hadn’t found out the answers, Mistress brooks.’
“Um, okay, well would mind just telling me a little something about yourself please?”
‘I’m a Cornish man, born and bred and proud of it. My father t’were Squire of Poldrunne but he died a couple of years ago so now I am Squire. The people of Cornwall relied too heavily upon tin mining and for an age our children ate and had clothes upon their back. Then came cheaper tin imports from abroad and our mines began to close. This caused terrible hardship and starvation, no one seemed to care that the people of Cornwall were dying. Men turned back to the sea. Some returned to a life of fishing while others turned to smuggling but the important thing was our people lived and filled their bellies once again. O’course there was other means to feed a family. Evil men took to wrecking, luring ships onto the rocks in order to steal the cargo then sell it on.’
“I take it that you don’t hold with wrecking?”
‘No, I most certainly do not! My but you’re an impertinent wench! You are married you say, Mistress brooks?’
“Yes...why?”
‘Tis clear to me that you need taking in hand, your husband needs to teach you some manners. I’ll speak with him; assure him that this should do the trick.’
“Err...I have just remembered that I have an errand to run I have to go. Thanks for taking the time to talk with me, goodbye Mr... I mean, Squire Poldrunne!”
‘Here wench give that to your husband, tell him ’tis a gift from me!’
“That’s terribly kind but no thanks I...”
‘Take it. Mayhap I should demonstrate its use?’
“Um, no need, thanks for the um, gift. I have to go, bye-ee!”
 What exactly is my husband meant to do with a piece of old tar rope?

Excerpt from The Smuggler's Bride:
They were ensconced together within his cabin. He in his captain’s chair with her tossed cosily across his lap, doing her utmost to avoid his correcting palm with absolutely no success. Strangely Jago could not remember the last time he’d enjoyed himself quite so much. She was a comely baggage, albeit one with a sharp tongue. Although she deigned to show no fear, he had to admire her courage in what must be a singularly frightening situation for her. He continued to raise his arm, bringing it down with strong emphasis, until she slumped dejectedly across his knee. Only then did he lower his hand to rest upon her rounded posterior. Gently he massaged her heated globes, she moaned, unconsciously shifting her hips upward to meet his soothing palm.

Author Bio:
 International bestselling author Vanessa Brooks lives in Sussex England. She has a lifelong love of history, most especially English and American. She has written a couple of western tales, one notably for the Red Petticoat series which was such a huge success in America. Her Georgian series, Masterful Husbands, set in the 1700's also proved highly successful both sides of the Atlantic.
Vanessa’s novels are generally historically based; she has a knack of bringing an authenticity to the era in which her novels are set. Vanessa carefully researches each time period and strives to ensure that any historical facts she uses are correct.
More importantly, she likes writing entertaining books that her readers enjoy. She includes passion adventure, romance and domestic discipline, de rigueur within the eras of her popular novels.

If you read it and enjoyed it, then please leave me a review!
 Thank you!
 Vanessa  x

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Love Shows Up, A sweet new release from Keriann McKenna

A wedding, a whirlwind trip around the country, and an unexpected attraction to the pilot always at her side…Carolyn’s role as mother-of-the-bride is proving to be a lot more exciting than she expected.
Arthur is determined to be a gentleman. But from the evening horseback rides at the ranch to an unexpected night in a hotel room together, his desire for Carolyn is tested.
Both have waited a long time for a second chance at love. Neither of them want to get it wrong. One room, one bed, two people who only met a week ago—a recipe for disaster or an opportunity for a second chance?


Excerpt:
Mac’s father was in rare form. “Let’s get a move on. C’mon, Carolyn. We are goin’ to town to get a snort of pure Rocky Mountain oxygen. Trudy, are ye ready?”
“I appreciate the offer, but I should probably stay here and help Annie.  I’m sure she’s got some last minutes things to do,” Carolyn begged off.
“No, go ahead. Have a good time,” Annie said. “Everything is under control here. Do you want me to run up and get your purse?”
“Thanks, but I brought it down with me; it’s in the foyer.”
“Then we’ll no be wastin’ time,” Mac’s father said as he took her arm and headed for the door.
They all piled into the SUV and were down the mountain in short order. It was a white-knuckle ride for Carolyn who wasn’t used to winding mountain roads.
As they exited the car, Trudy was excited to see so many shops she didn’t remember being there the last time she was in Estes. She and Carolyn were eager to visit them all and spend some money.
“Ye can shop for an hour and one hour only. I’ll no be goin’ home broke.  But first we hit the pharmacy. I left somethin’ important at home and I’ll no be without it.”
Trudy cringed but Carolyn was over the moon.  Now if she could just find that lube Arthur told her about the trip would be worth it.
Once inside, Trudy steered Carolyn to the card section. She wanted to pick up some post cards to mail to her friends back in Florida.
Mac’s father, Conall, started roaming up and down the aisles. He wasn’t a quiet man to begin with, but the Victorian tin tiles on the high ceiling in the old building made for great acoustics and even as he muttered everyone could hear him.
“Where the hell are they keepin’ that? At home it’s right in this aisle with the sweet smellin’ pussy stuff, douches, and rubbers.”
His voice was entirely too loud for Trudy’s liking and her face turned crimson as others in the store began to look down the aisle where Conall was perusing the merchandise.
“Come on, let’s get out of here, pretend we aren’t with him,” Trudy pleaded.
Talking aloud to himself—well actually anyone in the store—Conall started naming off the things he was seeing on the shelves. “Tampons, Always, Maxi Ultra thins, can’t imagine they’d do much good. Hmm, panty liners, pregnancy tests; a woman would no be needin’ those if they had some damn rubbers in this place. Ovulation tests…nope, I’m not ovulatin’ this month.” He laughed. “Douche bags, Summer’s Eve buy one get one free…probably a good deal if ye neglect to bathe.”
He continued down the aisle. “Well, what do ye know,” he said as he picked up a container and started reading. “Say Good-Bye to chafed thighs. Sweat absorber and friction fighter. Lady Anti Monkey Butt is specially formulated…” He started laughing so hard he couldn’t finish reading. “Friction fighter, that’s not for me, I like friction. But it does say it’s for indoor and outdoor use. I wonder what the neighbors would be thinkin’ about that.”
By now he’d attracted enough attention that the pharmacist came out from behind the counter and asked if he could help him.
“It depends,” Conall said.
“Oh, Depends, they’re right down this aisle. What size are you?”
“I’m no in need of those paper diapers,” Conall shouted. “Do I look incompetent to ye?”
“No sir, you do not. I thought you needed something for incontinence.”
“Well, ye made a simple mistake then.”
“What I need comes in a little package about this big. It’s blue and pink and inside there are two containers, one for him and one for her. Have ye tried it?” Conall then lowered his voice for the first time. “It’s for makin’ love, thrillin’ stuff; ye should try it. At home it’s right next to the rubbers, but I see ye no have any of those either.”

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About the author:
Keriann McKenna lives in the beautiful foothills of the Rocky Mountains with most of her family nearby. She writes both sweet and steamy romances about real life.
Love Shows Up is a companion book to her Fall River Ranch Series (4 books) and will stand alone.
The Key to Annie’s Heart (Book 1) is permafree on Amazon.
MacDermot’s Bride (Book 2) follows. Both contain explicit sex scenes and domestic discipline.
The MacDermots of Scotland (Book 3) the story of Mac and Annie’s honeymoon tones down the explicit sex and contains no domestic discipline. The same is true of On Loving a Woman, which contains elements of the paranormal. Mac’s great-grandfather appears to her as a ghost and sends her on a mission to find a book he wrote long ago (Book 4.) This book details how Mac’s great-grandfather and his wife rescue a young woman who is being abused by the Dean of the all-girls school. It may be a sensitive subject for some readers as it balances abuse by the Dean with the loving compassion Mac’s great-grandfather shows his wife. It does end well when justice and karma catch up with the Dean.
At the request of readers who are not fans of domestic discipline, Keriann rewrote the first two books in the series.
Fall River Rancher…Lonely Too Long (Sweet version of Book 1) and Fall River Bride…Lonely No More (Sweet version of Book 2) are available at all major vendors.

If you're looking for a sweeter type of romance novel, don't miss these!

Kiss Me, O'Malley, The O'Malleys, Book Six

Sean:
Ever since I met her, I knew Maeve was going to be my wife someday.
Aye, she’s trouble, there’s no doubt about it,
Strutting around town, endangering her reputation.
Before I left for university, I warned her:
You’re going to be mine, so don’t go getting into any mischief!
 
Maeve:  
I’ve been in love with Sean for as long as I can remember
But why does he have to be so damn bossy and opinionated?
Aye, I might have done a few foolish things after he left, but
There was no permanent damage.
And the way he forced my hand was downright underhanded…
When I marry him – if I marry him –
I’m going to teach him a thing or two about how to treat women!

Excerpt:
Two hours later, Sean and her father came out of the study, her father obviously having trouble walking straight.
“I’ve given your hand in marriage to young Sean here,” he announced heartily.
“What?” she and her mother demanded in unison.
“Did I mumble?”
“Well, aye, actually you did,” Maeve replied, her hands on her hips.
“I said I’ve given my permission for Sean O’Malley to marry you,” he informed them with a huge grin as he staggered to his chair.
“How much whiskey did you have to pour down his throat to get him to agree to that?” she demanded, looking at Sean.
“When a man gifts another man with a bottle of whiskey, tis not his place to tell him how to drink it,” Sean answered with a grin.
Maeve rolled her eyes and sank to her knees before her father, taking his hands in hers.
“Da, I can’t marry him,” she said earnestly.
“Canna or wilna?” he asked, slipping heavily into the brogue as he always did when drinking.
“Both.”
“You’d shame me in front of the entire town?” he demanded. “What’s wrong with O’Malley anyway? He seems a fine young lad with a good head on his shoulders.”
“He’s too bossy and arrogant,” Maeve insisted, glaring at Sean who stood leaning against the door casing, grinning.
“Ach, so is your mother and I married her,” her father cried, waving off her objections.
Maeve sighed and put her head down, waiting for the outburst. It wasn’t long coming and after her Ma had given her Da quite a large piece of her mind, she stormed from the room.
“I should have taken a stick to her years ago,” her father said sadly.
“It’s never too late,” Sean offered helpfully.
“Shut up, O’Malley,” Maeve said under her breath. “Don’t encourage him when he’s in this condition. She’s likely to clock him a good one. Come on, Da. Let Sean help you up to bed and then he and I will hash everythin’ out.”
“You won’t shame me, not after I’ve given me word?” he asked, narrowing his eyes.
“I won’t shame you, Da. Now go up to bed and don’t worry about a thin’.”
“Aye, you’re a good daughter,” he said, trying to rise and falling back into his chair, “even if you are a sassy lass. I have no doubt Sean here will know what to do about that.
“Come on, lad, help me up. Maybe I can fall asleep before her Ma decides she’s speakin’ to me again. Now that t’would be a blessin’,” he sighed, patting Maeve’s cheek.
Sean easily pulled him to his feet and helped him upstairs to his room. Maeve sat back down on the couch, indicating Sean should have a seat too when he returned. A few minutes later, her Ma stormed through the room and stomped upstairs.
“Is that the end of it?” he asked.
“For tonight. She won’t speak to him for several days, and she’ll walk around the house with a wounded air performin’ her ‘wifely duties’, all but one. Then he’ll get sick of it and go out and buy her a gift.”
“What kind of gift?”
“Oh a piece of jewelry she’s been covetin’ or a pretty nightgown. He’ll beg her forgiveness, and she’ll grant it, until the next time.”
“How often does this happen?” Sean asked curiously. His own Da would put a stop to the silent treatment in an entirely different, and in Sean’s mind, a more appropriate way.
“Three or four times a year, usually when he’s had a few too many with another bloke who makes him feel less manly. Then he spouts and sputters about how a man should be in charge of his own home, king of his castle and other nonsense. He can never quite pull it off, but he does try.”
“Maeve, did you mean what you said about not shamin’ your da?”
“Aye.”
“So you’ll marry me?”
“Unless I can figure a way out of it without embarrassin’ Da,” she informed him. “Give me a legitimate reason to break it off and you’re gone, O’Malley. Can I show you out?”
Rising, he let her lead him to the door and open it.
“Good night, darlin’,” he said, taking her hand and kissing it. “I’ll be by tomorrow night to pick you up and we’ll go to a movie or somethin’.”
“Tomorrow night I have choir practice,” she drawled, pulling her hand away.
“Then I’ll pick you up after practice. It will be a good time for us to give the Father the news.”
“Suit yourself,” she said, trying to close the door.
“One more thing,” he drawled with a smile. “The ‘pulling it off’ thing you mentioned, a man bein’ the boss of his own home?”
“Aye?”
“I can and will pull it off,” he assured her.
“I see, well good luck with that, O’Malley,” she smiled, planting her hand in the middle of his chest and backing him up.
Before he could reply, his nose was mere inches from the door knocker.

Kiss Me, O'Malley is live. I hope you'll enjoy it. 
The other books in the series have been updated with new covers, excerpts and book numbers so readers won't be confused.  I'd like to thank Blushing Books for all the work they've put into reviving this series.  Book One of The O'Malleys, Changing Her Mind , will now be free and Little White Lies, The O'Malleys, Book Two is at a reduced price.
* The Not-So-Lucky Bridget O'Malley is now part one of The Perfectly Naughty Bride .

Visit my page, The O'Malleys, for a look at the new covers up close.  Of course, if you click any of the covers they will take you directly to Amazon.

Thank kids, you've been kind, patient and supportive.  It means the world to me.
Hugs,
Stevie

Good News & Bad News

So, I guess I'll give you the bad news first.  The release date for, Kiss Me, O'Malley is going to be held up for a short time.  Yeah, I'm kind of bummed about it too. However, I think my publisher has it right.
See, I never intended for The O'Malleys to be an ongoing series, it just sort of happened.  One book led to another and another until I'd written 7 books. The characters took on a life of their own and each time I thought I was done, I wasn't.  In fact, I'm still not.
Because I didn't intend to write so many books, they never got connected.  In other words, branded, so that readers could tell simply by the cover that the books were part of something bigger.  They also had no way of knowing which order to read the books in.  Over time, and with the release of each new novel, it got more and more confusing.

Now Blushing Books is going to fix the problem by giving the books new covers which will clearly state they are part of the series and they'll be numbered!  So it's like a free make-over.  Same novels, same characters, but a new image.

I'm not sure how long this will take, but we're all working very hard on it.  Changing Her Mind, The O'Malleys, Book 1 , will be free when everything is up and running.  They are also going to move the books from Erotic to Romance.  You see, I think I'm pretty hot, well not me exactly, but my stories.  They have a box on their submission form and I'm always checking "X". I'm pretty sure someone is laughing at me when they see this and they always, always move me down a couple of boxes.

I'm not apologizing. I write from my heart and while there is sex and a bit of kink, they are love stories first and foremost.  They are about families, and commitment.  There is almost always someone getting married, about to get married or newly married.  I can't seem to help it.  I want everyone to be happy.  There are children and babies, arguments and naughty wives and lots of handsome, frustrated men who believe that sometimes there is nothing left to do but pull their ladies over their knees.

And there are women, lots of funny, feisty, opinionated woman who find it very difficult to mind what their men say, even when it's obviously for their own good.  This leads to conflict and of course, sweet and sexy resolution.

So, there it is in a nutshell.  I'll let you know as soon as I have a new date, but I expect it to be early October.  In the meantime, I'll get back to work on Colleen and Noah's story.  Readers have been asking about it for a long time and I'm thrilled to finally be able to bring it to them.  It's going to be part of another double story about them and an independent little cousin from Ireland who causes quite quandary for a certain Sargent.  Even I can hardly wait to see what kind of trouble she gets into.

Stevie

Amanda by Vanessa Brooks. A rambunctious minx meets her match!

Oh, this book sounds delicious.  I haven't read it yet, but it's going on my list TBR as soon as I'm done sharing!

 Book two of her Victorian Melodrama’s:  Amanda
A minx of mischievous disposition is unwittingly drawn into the deeply shadowed life of Victorian London. Amanda Beresford uncovers the dark deeds of a man that society trusts. This is a girl with a love of the simple pleasures in life. Amanda soon discovers the adult delight of having not one, but two handsome admirers. Each man compelling in a different way; one is as light as the other is dark but which of these two gentlemen represents good and which evil?
Join Amanda as she moves from the freedom of her light hearted girlhood into the darker confusion of full womanhood while living in the hypocritical era of Victorian England. A place where ladies cover their piano’s legs for fear of being considered indecent, while their husbands, at the other end of town, are fondling the real thing!

 Vanessa Brooks brings us another of her popular historical novels – a melodrama that delves under the polite veneer of Victorian society.

  
DISCLAIMER: This book is intended for adults only. It contains elements of power exchange, dubious consent, discipline, explicit sexual scenes. If any of these elements offend you, please do not purchase this book.

Excerpt:
  He drew her hand to his lips, pushing her glove away from her pale inner wrist. He leant forward as though to place a kiss on that tender spot but instead, nipped her soft white flesh sharply. She squealed, shocked, smartly withdrawing her hand, she cradled it glaring at him furiously. “How dare you!”
“Oh I dare. Perhaps you believe me now? I’m American but not always the gentleman. I fought beside my father in the civil war and that iniquitous fight changed me. Like my Maine Coon cat you will find me unpredictable. We Americans are made of wilder, sterner stuff than your tame Englishmen.

About The Author:
 International bestselling author Vanessa Brooks lives in Sussex England. She has a lifelong love of history, most especially English and American. She has written a couple of western tales, one notably for the Red Petticoat series which was such a huge success in America. Her Georgian series, Masterful Husbands, set in the 1700's also proved highly successful both sides of the Atlantic.
Vanessa’s novels are generally historically based; she has a knack of bringing an authenticity to the era in which her novels are set. Vanessa carefully researches each time period and strives to ensure that any historical facts she uses are correct.
More importantly, she writes entertaining books for her readers to enjoy. She includes passion adventure, romance and domestic discipline, de rigueur within the eras of her popular novels.

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I have a feeling we won't be sorry! 
Hugs,
Stevie