Spankee Doodle Dandy is here!
For those in the northern hemisphere, summer is here! What better way to celebrate summer vacations than to give (or receive) a sizzling hot spanking? After the rousing success of Love Spanks and Spank or Treat, Anastasia Vitsky and her team of spanking fiction authors have returned to bring you a collective Spankee Doodle Dandy story extravaganza. It’s love and kisses for adults, and we do mean adults!
Many authors will also be offering a contest on their individual blogs. Your comment on their blogs automatically enters you in both the main contest and the individual contests!
What’s the catch? Absolutely nothing! We love writing for you and want to thank you for your readership. Perhaps someone might get a spanking or two, but that’s a reward rather than a catch, right? 
Here are the rules:
Visit each blog between the Thursday, June 20th and Sunday, June 23rd to read the posted stories and excerpts.
Leave a comment answering the story question on each blog. You will receive one entry per blog for the grand prize drawing. You will also be automatically entered in that author’s individual contest, if he or she has one.
If you have visited all of the blogs, visit Ana’s blog to sign up for FIVE bonus entries to the grand prize.
Deadline is midnight EDT (UTC -4) on June 23rd!!
If you successfully completed the Love Spanks or Spank or Treat challenge and visited all of the blogs for either challenge, you may add “VIP” to your comments. You will earn THREE bonus entries toward the grand prize. (Yes, we will be doing this again. Yes, if you successfully complete the Spankee Doodle Dandy challenge you can become a VIP for our next activity!)
Visit any of the participating blogs on Thursday, June 27th to find out the lucky winners. Will it be you?
For more information, updates, and a list of participating authors, please visit: http://governingana.wordpress.com/2013/05/22/announcing-spankee-doodle-2013/
MY CONTEST: One lucky winner will receive a $25 gift card from Edens Fantasys.
*NOTE: I will be traveling during this blog hop and will be back on the 24th. If you have trouble commenting, please send your story question answer, email it to starla@starlakaye.com.
Teaser Excerpt from ABIGAIL’S EARL (The next book in the Regency Claymore series, after His Lady Ashlynn)
“I have a proposition for you, Lady Abigail.”
Abigail nearly miss-stepped doing her part of the quadrille and looked up in surprise at her current dance partner.
“I beg your pardon,” she said in confusion. She should have been paying more attention to both him and the dance, but she wasn’t fond of either one.
The darkly striking Lord Saliston who towered over her by almost a foot frowned in annoyance. As he moved closer to her, he stated again, “I have a proposition for you. Something I would like to discuss with you in private.”
She stiffened at his forwardness, even as her pulse raced. “That wouldn’t be at all proper, Lord Saliston, as well you should know.”
He quirked a thick eyebrow and gave her an arrogant look. “Nevertheless we shall have a talk when this dance is over.”
As she returned to her corner of the square, she pinched her lips together and snorted. Then she glowered at him while the other couple repeated the dance figure they’d just finished. He dared to smile at her, quiet amusement lurking in his eyes.
Pompass coxcomb! Since their introduction at Blaine’s home over two weeks ago, she’d seen James at other balls and events around town. She had learned a great deal about him, picking up pieces of gossip from the servants and overhearing her brothers talking about him before they realized she was listening. He’d been widowed two years ago from what most believed to have been a loveless marriage. And he’d gone through more mistresses than any man should in a lifetime.
He’d never approached her for the dance he’d mentioned, until tonight. She should have turned him down, but good manners wouldn’t allow it.
Her thoughts returned to his blunt statement. A proposition for me? All sorts of wicked notions dashed through her mind, much as they’d been doing since first being attracted to him. Ideas like his offering to keep her in a very private townhome for their sinful times together. It would have a bedroom done in decadent reds, with lots of velvet and lace. He would provide her with a wardrobe suitable for a courtesan. Gowns with tight waistlines and necklines far lower than proper, low enough to display a great deal of cleavage. Most of their time together would be spent deliciously naked as he….
Abigail’s cheeks flamed and she had to focus on the floor. She’d spent too many hours reading those scandalous novels Ashlynn had managed to find, leave about, and now had abandoned with her marriage. Books that Abigail had re-read numerous times since her sister had moved out and the household had become rather staid and boring. She was burning each and every one of them tomorrow!
The beat of Le Pantalon changed, indicating it was time for her and the earl to begin the second dance figure. Her stomach churned with nerves. She didn’t want to get anywhere near him again, but manners wouldn’t allow her to walk away until the quadrille had finished. She would put on her best smile and pretend he hadn’t said anything that even hinted at impropriety.
Pulling in a steadying breath, she eased into the required steps and went to meet the man who had walked boldly up to her almost the minute she’d arrived at her sister’s first hosted ball. He’d given a quick proper greeting to her father, brothers, and a mere glance to Blaine and Ashlynn. And then he’d taken her hand—his first act of misbehavior, which should have been a warning—and led her onto the dance floor.
When she glanced up at him, his demeanor depicted the confident man revered by the ton. But his eyes once more hinted at amusement…and maybe even awareness. Good heavens! Had he caught her blushing? Had he imagined her naughty thoughts?
She looked across the room toward the doorway where her father and Braden were visiting with several elderly widows who had a fondness for her father. In truth, she knew they had been trying to find him a new wife. He tolerated them, but wanted nothing to do with their attempts at matchmaking.
No, she didn’t want to go over there and get dragged into their conversation. She had no wish for the ladies to begin searching for a suitable husband for her. She had been struggling to keep her father and brothers from doing so and so far she’d been successful. But she was certain that far too soon they would turn away from the concerns with some estate problems that had come up and focus on her again. She would be quite content to never marry.
Pursing her lips and heaving a sigh at the distressing musings, she almost miss-stepped again.
The earl chuckled and moved within inches of her. He lowered his already deep, rumbling voice and said, “Your face is so expressive, Lady Abigail. Tiny lines crinkle around your mouth when you’re irritated. Creases line your delicate forehead as you think.” He grinned in teasing. “And your lovely cheeks pinken when you ponder sinfully naughty thoughts.”
She froze and narrowed her eyes at him. “How can you possibly know about my ‘sinfully naughty thoughts’?” Then she fisted her hands and groaned in frustration, realizing she’d just all but admitted he was right.
He had the audacity to laugh out loud and draw the attention of everyone on the dance floor. The music stopped and mortification surged through her. Her face flamed even hotter.
As he had leading her to the dance floor, he took charge once more. He nodded in apology at those around them and moved next to her. Close enough that she felt his heat and drew in his scent of a sensually appealing aftershave that made her tingle from head to toes. Before she could gather the good sense to speed away from him, he put his hand at her waist and urged her from the dance floor. But instead of encouraging her toward her family, he guided her out the side doorway and into Blaine’s study.
The instant her sanity returned, Abigail scurried out of his reach. Her shoulders rigid, anger sizzling through her, she hissed, “What do you think you’re doing? You can’t just—”
“Calm down, little one,” he commanded. Although his tone had been quiet, it was clear he meant to be obeyed.
She had more than enough men in her life already who ordered her around. Instead of taking umbrage with his attitude, she found herself snapping, “I’m not little.” To prove it, she stretched to her full clearly unimposing height and huffed.
His cocky grin returned and she detested the funny sensations that sped through her in response. Worse, her silly heart raced.
He sobered and went to lean a hip on top of Blaine’s massive mahogany desk. “This proposition I mentioned earlier—”
“I will not be you mistress!” she shouted. Those debauched thoughts rushed back into her mind: being a kept woman, a love slave, naked and obedient to his every wish and command. She curled her fingers so tightly that her palms hurt. “Not, not, not!”
He folded his arms across his broad chest and swept his gaze slowly over her. “While you are definitely pretty enough, I prefer my mistresses to be more experienced.” Deviltry lit his eyes. “In the bedroom.”
Would her cheeks ever stop burning? She’d misinterpreted his proposition, although she still didn’t know what it involved. And he’d seemed to have to come up with ‘pretty enough’ in order to make her feel somewhat better. Then he’d honed in on her obvious lack of any kind of sexual experience. She wanted to melt away between the floorboards, disappear in a puff of smoke.
For some idiotic reason she believed she needed to apologize. She ignored the heat of embarrassment that had spread over her entire body and tipped up her chin. “I’m sorry, Lord Saliston.”
He gave a curt nod. “What I have in mind is complicated, but I think beneficial to both of us.”
She couldn’t imagine what this powerful man would want with her, even though her father was a well-respected duke…except for his three American-born children from his dead mistress, the love of his life, her mother. The ton had barely accepted her twin now married to another powerful member of the nobility, the Duke of Ashcroft.
“I’m in need of a suitable wife.”
My story-related question: Why is Abigail so opposed to Lord Saliston’s proposition?
