Dealing with her disobedience - SURRENDER

In Surrender , the heroine, Fiona, must keep her real identity a secret from her new husband, Merrok. As far as he knows, her name is Betsy Carson and she's the First Daughter. Their marriage is a political union required by a peace treaty after a war between Earth and a powerful race of aliens known as the Kall ends. Keeping her secret isn't easy, especially when her feelings for him soften. On top of keeping her secret, she must contend with his rules for a proper wife.  He's upfront with her about his expectations and what she can expect if she disobeys - a spanking.

Excerpt:

Dinner began pleasantly enough, but Fiona soon became aware of Merokk’s foul mood. He barely commented after she said something, when normally they held a lively discussion during mealtimes. This wasn’t like him, but she didn’t have the guts to question his mood. What if he knew about her indiscretion this afternoon? Worse yet—what if he knew she wasn’t Betsy Carson? She prayed it was the former and finished her dinner in silence, avoiding Merokk’s fuming obsidian eyes.

The servants cleared the table and returned with glasses of wine. Fiona sipped the strong drink and stole glances at her husband. Oh, he looked positively livid. She considered whether or not to confess and couldn’t reach a firm decision. What if she confessed to the wrong crime? What if he was pissed about something else and her admission needlessly incurred his wrath?

“I had an interesting conversation with Rentzaq today,” he said casually. He swirled the wine in his glass and smiled coldly at her.

Fiona’s stomach dropped to her feet, and she froze in her chair, numb with fear. Why had she ignored his stupid rule? The idea of taking a chaperone along on her lunch date seemed pointless given the circumstances with Layla and the fact that the café was only a few blocks away.

“Is there something you want to tell me?” Merokk asked, still swirling his damn glass of wine.

She sighed. Time to pay the piper. “I walked to a café a few blocks away with Layla today, and I didn’t take Rentzaq along. I’m sorry.” Her eyes pleaded for his understanding and lenience. “The city seems safe. We didn’t run into any trouble.”

His next words came out quiet but infused with authority. “Go straight to the bedroom and wait for me. I’ll be up shortly to deal with your disobedience.”

Somehow Fiona found herself sitting on their bed, but she didn’t remember the walk up the stairs. Her heart hammered in her chest, and her throat felt like sandpaper. He was going to spank her. She thought of the times he’d slapped her ass during sex. She’d enjoyed it, even when he let loose and gave it to her good. Of course she wasn’t stupid. An actual punishment would hurt and likely be one of the most humiliating experiences of her life.

Where was he?

An hour passed. Then two. Her stomach twisted and churned, and Fiona was thankful she’d eaten a light dinner. She stood up and began to pace the floor, wishing Merokk would hurry up and get it over with—or better yet, change his mind.

She turned at the sound of the opening door. Her husband strode into the room with his larger-than-life presence causing the enormous space to seem the size of a closet. The first thing she noticed about him was his eyes. Instead of anger, she saw warmth and kindness in them. Her anxiety lessened. Maybe this was her lucky day, and he’d decided her infraction was no big deal. He gestured for her to join him on the edge of the bed. With heavy feet, she approached him and willingly sank onto his lap. Wrapping his arms around her, he placed a gentle kiss on her cheek, causing her heart to flutter.

“You’re not mad anymore?” she asked, drawing back to meet his gaze.

He sighed and brushed a strand of hair behind her ear. “I’m not happy with you, Betsy, but I’ve calmed down. I’m disappointed you disregarded a rule meant to keep you safe. There are a lot of desperate people wandering the streets right now. There’s no telling what could happen if you are in the wrong place at the wrong time, and the fact that you’re the president’s daughter only compounds the danger.” He cupped her face in his warm, large hands. “You’re not to leave the property again without me or Rentzaq. Do you understand?”

“Yes, sir. I’m so sorry.” She bit her lip, apprehensive over his next move.

“Let’s get this over with.” He lifted her up, standing her on the floor. Reaching for her skirt, he pulled it down over her hips, taking her panties with it. Fiona felt like a doll being undressed, especially when her shirt and bra came next. She fought the urge to cover her exposed breasts. Sure he’d seen her naked plenty of times, but this was different. His gaze swept over her body, and a heavy sense of vulnerability took her unawares. It didn’t help that she craved his touch, anticipated it, and an unbearable ache had settled between her thighs. A strange mix of emotions and desires coursed through her, and it took all her strength to remain still under Merokk’s intense scrutiny.

A second later, Fiona found herself upended over her husband’s lap on the bed. This was really happening. She closed her eyes and tried to ignore the throbbing sensation rocketing through her center. If Merokk discovered her arousal, she would be mortified beyond belief. This was a punishment—how the hell could she be so turned on?

Merokk wrapped one leg around hers and shifted her higher, forcing her thighs to part embarrassingly wide. He placed one hand on her bottom and grabbed her wrists in the other to pin them against the small of her back. Her heart pounded and pounded. Burning tears formed in her eyes and threatened to spill over, leaving her perplexed. The strength of her husband’s affection overwhelmed her to the point of utter confusion. He had rules in place to guard against her safety, and this knowledge warmed her heart as much as it left herterrified—because the depth of her feelings for him seemed endless. If something were to happen to him…

She couldn’t complete the thought.

Did he feel the same way about her?

“What’s this?” His fingers glided through her folds, discovering her dampness. She tried to squirm away, but his hold remained firm. One digit pushed inside her channel, pumping slowly in and out. “Don’t fight me, little one. You know you deserve to be punished.” She felt his hand leave her and stiffened when his moistened finger suddenly poked at her bottom hole.

Surrender blurb:

Love with the enemy can be the ultimate surrender…

Fiona Lockhart struggles to survive after Earth is conquered by powerful aliens. She knows it's only a matter of time before her schizophrenic mother acts out at the wrong time and place and brings down the wrath of their captors. So when turncoats offer Fiona a way to keep her mother safe, she can't refuse—even though it means marrying a Kall warrior and posing as the First Daughter, Betsy Carson.

Kall warrior Merokk has mixed feelings about marrying a human woman, but it's his duty and he can't refuse. He enjoys taming the headstrong Betsy, and a good spanking now and then makes the passion burn. The sex is sizzling, and as the months pass, Merokk discovers the feelings for his little wife run deep. But when he learns of her deceit after the real Betsy Carson surfaces, Merokk's new world shatters. Can he learn to forgive Fiona, or will he spend the rest of their lives punishing her for a crime she never wanted to commit?

Surrender is available on Amazon US, Amazon UK, Amazon CA, Barnes and Noble, All Romance, and Kobo.