Wednesday, August 27, 2008

I've been interviewed!



I've been interviews by author Melanie Anderson, who seems to think I'm very naughty for some reason! LOL!



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Tuesday, August 26, 2008

Tasty Tuesday!

I don't know about you, but my eye keeps going to that strategically placed zipper...


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Thursday, August 21, 2008

Thursday Thirteen!


Thirteen Beauty Tips I Read About in Cosmo! I do number 2 and 12 all the time and they really work!


1. Scent your hair with perfume by spraying a little of the fragrance on a brush and running it through your hair.

2. To get self-tanner off your hands, wash them with whitening toothpaste after applying.

3. For shiny legs that aren't greasy, add a drop of baby oil to your body lotion.

4. Draw attention to your lashes without using mascara by combing a little vaseline through them.

5. Curl your eyelashes more effectively by heating up your eyelash curler with a hair dryer before use.

6. Customize your body lotion by buying the scent-free kind and adding a few drops of your perfume.

7. Use make-up remover to take off stubborn lipstick.

8. Tame your eyebrows by patting on a little bit of eye cream.

9. If you use an eyeliner pencil, put it in the freezer fifteen minutes before use so that the tip will be firmer and go on smoother.

10. Stash a pretty scented soap bar in your panty drawer.

11. Get shinier hair by rinsing with a mixture made of one part vinegar and four parts carbonated water.

12. To get soft, silky hair, put conditioner on dry hair and let it to its job while your taking your shower, then shampoo and apply some more conditioner.

13. If you have dry, flaky underarms, exfoliate them with a gentle face scrub.

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Wednesday, August 20, 2008

New in Print and Kindle - Kayla and the Rancher!


I've got a sexy new western spanking romance out called Kayla and the Rancher! It's available in eBook, Print, and Amazon Kindle! Here's an excerpt!



Kayla and the Rancher

When men were men, and bottoms were warm!

Rancher Cord Holderness needs a wife, but with few prospects in the Wyoming Territory, he decides that the only way to find a well-bred young lady is to get a mail-order bride. However, the girl that’s supposed to be his mail-order bride gets cold feet and leaves it up to her new friend, Kayla Mathison, to tell him that she’s changed her mind.

But when the handsome rancher assumes that the fiercely independent and stubborn Kayla is his mail-order bride, she finds herself going along with it. Running from an arranged marriage herself, and desperately in need of funds to get herself to San Francisco, she decides to lead Cord on so that she can get the money she needs from him. As the days turn into weeks, however, she finds that neither the money nor San Francisco interest her as much as they once did, especially when Cord starts putting her over his knee and spanking her whenever she becomes a little too willful for his liking. Much to her surprise, she discovers that she’s fallen in love with him and his spankings.

Life on the ranch gets even more complicated when a ruthless land baron wants to take over every piece of grazing land in the territory, including Cord’s, and will do anything to get it. Then, as if that weren’t enough, Kayla’s very determined fiancĂ© comes to town looking for her.

But Kayla has built this relationship with Cord by letting him think that she’s someone else, and she can only hope that Cord loves her enough to forgive her when he find out she’s not really his mail-order bride.


Excerpt:

As the driver had promised, they arrived in Copper Creek well before sunset that evening. Like so many of the other towns where the stage had stopped, Copper Creek was small, with one main road running through the center of it. Of course, there was the requisite saloon, general store, telegraph office, and sheriff, but since she was more interested in the people than the town, Kayla took little notice of more than that as she stood in front of the stagecoach office.

Kayla noticed several dark-haired men, regarding her with interest, but none of them came over to her immediately. One of the men, however, was looking at her with more interest than the others and after a moment, he approached her.

Kayla said nothing right away. This was Cord Holderness? Tall and well-built, with dark hair, warm brown eyes, and the faint hint of a beard along his square jaw, he was absolutely one of the most handsome men she’d ever seen. And dressed in denims, a shirt that he’d left unbuttoned at the neck, a hat and well-worn boots, he looked every inch the cowboy.“Abigail?” he asked, looking at her curiously. His voice was soft, almost sensuous.

Kayla opened her mouth, all set to ask him for a monetary award in exchange for her information regarding Abigail, but all she could seem to manage to say was, “Cord?”

He grinned, flashing white teeth at her, and Kayla just about melted on the spot. Putting his arms around her, he bent his head and kissed her cheek. “I’m so glad you’re finally here.” Lifting his head, he gazed down at her, his brown eyes soft. “You’re even more beautiful than you led me to believe."

Kayla blinked. She was rarely, if ever, at a loss for words, but with him standing so near, she couldn’t seem to formulate a complete thought. He thought she was Abigail, she realized. She opened her mouth to explain, but Cord continued before she could speak.

“As you can see, most of the town came out to meet you,” he said, gesturing to the people who had gathered nearby. Leaning close, he spoke conspiratorially in her ear. “Don’t worry. I told them they had to wait until you settled in.

Once again, Kayla opened her mouth to tell him that he had made a mistake, only to close it again as an idea occurred to her. Maybe she could go along with this, let Cord think that she was his mail-order bride. From what Abigail had said, he was probably rich, which meant he was certain to have money lying around his home that she could “borrow.” He might even give her an allowance, and she could certainly use a little bit of extra money to get herself started in San Francisco. Cord was attractive, so pretending to be his fiancĂ© certainly wouldn’t be distasteful. She had a momentary twinge of guilt at the notion of deceiving him, but it disappeared quickly when she thought about how easy it would be to start in San Francisco if she had a little bit of money.

Kayla looked around to see groups of people clustered along the street. Some were looking at her with open curiosity, but most, judging from their smiling faces, looked genuinely happy for Cord. That just gave her added justification. After all, how could she tell him about Abigail’s decision not to marry him in front of all these people?

“Is this the only bag you have?”

Kayla saw that Cord had picked up her small suitcase. “Yes,” she said, then gave him a pretty little pout. “Everything else I brought with me fell off that stupid stagecoach. My trunk opened and everything inside was ruined, of course. The driver said that the stage wasn’t responsible for such things, but...”

Her voice trailed off helplessly, and he gave her one of those dazzling smiles of his. “Don’t worry, Abigail. I’ll buy you whatever you need. Copper Creek’s small, but the general store has some good mail order catalogs you can get things from.”

This was even better than she had hoped. Bilking him out of his money would be as easy as pie. She would have no problem wrapping this big, strapping man around her finger. Smiling up at him, she took his arm and let him lead her to the waiting wagon. As they walked, she couldn’t help but notice that his forearm was strongly muscled beneath her fingers. When he offered his hand to help her up into the wagon, she smiled and thanked him. Then, before she knew it, he’d climbed in beside her and took up the reins, sending the wagon in motion.

“You must be tired after your journey,” he said, giving her a sidelong glance.

“A little,” she admitted. “Stagecoaches aren’t the most comfortable form of transportation.”

“Or the safest,” he added, glancing at her. “I was concerned about you traveling alone, especially since you said that you’ve never been out of Boston.” When she said nothing, he continued. “It must be a big culture shock for you, not just leaving Boston, but coming all the way out here on your own.” He gave her a lopsided grin. “And it certainly doesn’t help that we’ve never met before. But I just want to let you know that I’m not going to rush anything. We can take our time getting to know each other. There’s no pressure, Abigail, so you can just relax and enjoy the beautiful scenery.”

Once again, Kayla was rendered speechless by this man. Cord Holderness was so nice; deceiving him just didn’t seem right. She should tell him the truth. But then again, she reasoned, he did order a bride through a catalog, so how nice could he really be?

Well, just because she felt badly about deceiving him that didn’t mean she couldn’t appreciate the surrounding mountainous landscape of the Wyoming Territory. The sun was just beginning to set, and she didn’t think she’d ever seen a more vivid display of colors. “I would never have thought it would be this beautiful,” she said, almost to herself.

Beside her, Cord laughed. “So, my letters didn’t do it justice, then? And here I thought I sounded poetic."

She looked at him in confusion. “What?” Then she remembered. Cord and Abigail had probably corresponded for weeks, months maybe, before the girl had begun the trek out here. Kayla laughed nervously. “Oh...of course...I didn’t mean to imply...”

Cord reached out and covered her hand with his own. “I was teasing you, Abigail,” he said, turning his head to look at her. “You’re right. It is beautiful. But not nearly as beautiful as you.”

Kayla caught her breath. His hand on hers was doing funny little things to her pulse, and once again, she couldn’t seem to think clearly. Blushing, she looked away. “Th...thank you,” she stammered, and then gave herself a mental shake. She had to keep focused on her goal with this man, or she was going to find herself grinning at him like a lovesick schoolgirl all the time.

They arrived at his home a little while later. It was a big, two-story house with a porch that went around the entire outside. Several hundred feet from the house was an immense barn with several other smaller buildings around it, and Kayla could see horses in the adjoining paddock. Cord brought the wagon to a stop outside the house and offered his hand to Kayla, helping her down. Taking up her small suitcase, he led her up the steps and into the house.

Inside, it was simply but comfortably furnished. Though she could see why he needed a woman out here. There was nothing soft or feminine about the place. No pictures, no curtains, no rugs, not even a throw pillow. Directly opposite the front door was a staircase that led to the second floor. Though Cord said there was dinner waiting for them on the stove, he gave her a quick tour of the house before they ate. Off the entryway, there was a living room to one side and a dining room on the other. Beyond that was the kitchen, where Cord set out hearty bowls of stew and a plate of biscuits. Though the food was quite good, Kayla had to concentrate so hard on what she was saying that she hardly tasted any of it. Pretending to be Abigail was going to be more difficult than she had thought.

She was relieved when the kitchen door opened. Kayla turned her head to see a tall, dark-haired man entering the kitchen. He was older than Cord by several years, and from his clothing, she assumed he must be one of the ranch hands.

The man’s blue gaze went from Kayla to Cord. “Sorry, Cord. I didn’t mean to interrupt,” he said. “I’ll come back later.”

Cord shook his head and got to his feet. “No, stay. Lucas, this is Abigail Murray.” He looked at Kayla. “Abigail, this is my foreman, Lucas Johnson. He’s been my right-hand man around here for years, so if I’m out and there’s anything you need, he’ll take care of it for you.”

Kayla smiled and held out her hand, which Lucas took in his work-worn one. “It’s nice to meet you,” she said.

Lucas dipped his head. “Pleased to meet you, Ma’am.” He looked at Cord. “I have some things to talk to you about, but it’ll keep ‘til morning.”

Relieved at the interruption, Kayla pushed back her chair and got to her feet. “You two talk,” she told Cord. “I’m so exhausted from the trip that I’m half asleep at the table. It was nice meeting you, Lucas.” She smiled at Cord. “Good night, Cord.”

“Abigail,” was all he said, but she could feel his eyes on her as she left the kitchen. As she made her way up the stairs, the men’s voices carried to where she stood, and though she’d been taught never to eavesdrop, she paused a moment to listen to their conversation.

“She’ll make a very attractive wife,” Lucas said. “It’s difficult to believe that she’s not already spoken for.”

“I couldn’t agree more. The men in Boston must be crazy to have let her go.”

Kayla felt her pulse skip a beat at his words and for a moment, she wondered why her father couldn’t have found a man like this for her to marry instead of that yes-man, Delmont.

There was a pause before Cord spoke. “So, what was it you wanted to talk to me about?”

“McCauley sold his ranch to Dalton Jeffries this afternoon,” Lucas said.

“Damn,” Cord muttered.

“Someone cut his fences and made off with almost half his herd last night. His son was watching over them and got pretty beaten up. That was the last straw for him,” Lucas said. “A man can only take so much, you know.”

Their conversation about the other rancher continued and since it sounded like Cord was going to be a while, Kayla decided it was the perfect opportunity to snoop around. Thinking that the most likely place Cord would keep money would be his bedroom, she went there first. She wouldn’t take anything right now, of course. She just thought that it would be good to know where the valuables were kept.

His bedroom was right across the hall from hers. She had gotten a quick look at it when Cord had showed her around before. Taking the lantern from the table just inside the door, she used a match to light it, and then closed the door behind her.Like the other room in the house, Cord’s bedroom was simply furnished. Besides the big four-poster bed and nightstands, there was a washstand with a mirror, a low dresser, and a wardrobe, but it was the chest at the foot of the bed that caught her attention.

Placing the lantern on one of the nightstands, she knelt down beside the chest and lifted the lid. Thinking that there had to be something of value inside, she was surprised to find only some blankets, an oily jacket, and two pistols with boxes and boxes of bullets.

Her brow furrowing, she sat back on her heels and looked around the room. That was when she saw the metal box underneath the bed. Now, there had to be something valuable in there. Lifting the edge of the quilt, she reached underneath the bed to pull it out. It was heavier than it looked, though, and she needed two hands to do so. With her bottom in the air, she scooted her head and shoulders as far as she could under the bed.

Which was exactly how Cord found her when he walked into his bedroom.
Unaware that she had an audience, Kayla grabbed hold of the latches on either side of the heavy box and yanked. It scraped along the floor, but didn’t budge much, and she tightened her grip, ready to pull on it again.

“Just what do you think you’re doing?”
At the sound of Cord’s voice, Kayla jumped, thumping her head on the underside of the bed. Muttering something unladylike, she reflexively touched her fingers to the back of her head. Darn, she had thought Cord would be busy with his foreman at least long enough for her to get a look around. Knowing she couldn’t very well stay in this position while he was still standing there, she wiggled out from under the bed.

Smoothing a stray piece of silky auburn hair back from her face, she met Cord’s accusing gaze with one of complete innocence. “Cord!”

“Abigail,” was all he said.

She glanced at the bed, and then back at him, nervously smoothing her hair back again. “I...I was just looking for one of my hair pins.”“Really?” He folded his arms across his chest. “It looked more like you were snooping to me.”

She flushed. “Snooping! I most certainly wasn’t snooping. I can’t believe you would even imply such a thing,” she said, trying to sound as indignant as she could.

He lifted a brow, but said nothing.

She bit her lip and looked away. “Well...maybe I was snooping a little,” she admitted softly. He’d caught her red-handed, so she would have to try and wiggle out of this using her charm, a tactic that had worked many times before on the men in New York, especially her father. She turned big green eyes on him. “But I was just trying to find out more about you.”

He scowled. “By crawling around under my bed.”

Kayla managed to look suitably embarrassed. “I realize that it must look bad, but I hope you understand that I’m just trying to ensure you are the wonderful man that you described to me in your letters. After all, I’m taking quite a risk being out here all alone without my family back in Boston and all.” She put on a sad face as she spoke. She’d used this same expression often on her father with great results.

Cord regarded her in silence for a moment, but he didn’t appear to be swayed. “Well, I don’t know how they do things in Boston, Abigail, but out in the west, we respect other people’s private property. It’s a guiding principal out here that you’ll have to come to learn.”

She flushed again and lowered her gaze. “I’m sorry, Cord,” she said quietly, hoping she sounded suitably chastised. “I won’t do it again.”

His mouth quirked. “Oh, I intend to make sure of that.”As he spoke, he reached out to take her arm and led her over to the bed.Kayla hung back. “Wh-what...what are you doing?”

But Cord ignored her question. Instead, he sat down on the bed and in one swift motion, pulled her over his knee. Kayla simply lay there for a moment, too surprised to do more than that. He wouldn’t, she thought in disbelief, then let out a startled “Oh!” as his hand slapped her upturned bottom. Outraged, she struggled, trying to push herself upright, but a strong hand on her back held her in place while he spanked her again. Another smack followed, and then another, each slap harder than the previous one.

The spanks stung even through the thick material of her dress. But more than that, it was the embarrassment of being held down across this handsome man’s strong thighs with her bottom in the air that made her struggle to free herself.

“Let me go!” she ordered indignantly, trying to push against him again.

“Not until you learn some manners,” he replied, lifting his hand to spank her again.

“What would a hick cowboy like you know about manners, anyway?” she demanded, craning her neck to look at him over her shoulder.The insult earned her an even harder spank and she cried out in protest.

“Obviously more than a spoiled city girl like you,” he retorted, bringing his hand down again and again on her poor bottom.






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Thursday, August 14, 2008

Thursday Thirteen!


Thirteen More Songs on my iPod!
1. All Star by Smashmouth
2. First Time by Lifehouse
3. Hey Baby by No Doubt
4. Hey Ya by Outkast
5. Hot in the City by Billy Idol
6. Like a Prayer by Madonna
7. Like a Virgin by Madonna
8. Music by Madonna
9. One Thing Leads to Another by The Fixx
10. Rock This Town by Stray Cats
11. See You Again by Miley Cyrus
12. Sk8ter Boi by Avril Lavigne
13. You and Me by Lifehouse
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Wednesday, August 13, 2008

I'm on Bebo!


I'm now on Bebo! I'm still a little new to it, though, so there isn't much on my page yet, but I'd love it if you'd add me to your friends list! And if you have some cool widgets or apps, feel free to recommend them!




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Tuesday, August 12, 2008

Wednesday, August 6, 2008

New in eBook- Austin Malone, Private Eye!


I'm thrilled to announce that I have a new contemporary spanking romance available in eBook, Austin Malone, Private Eye!


When Taylor Cavanaugh's sister goes missing, she turns to private detective, Austin Malone, for help. When he discovers her sister has apparently eloped with a boyfriend that Taylor never even knew existed, she is sure he must be wrong. After all, she knows her sister better than he does.

However, when he finds a diary that proves she doesn't know her sister nearly as well as she thinks, Taylor throws a tantrum that gets her put over Austin's knee for a good, sound spanking. Taylor doesn't learn her lesson, though, and deliberately ignores his orders to stay out of his way and let him do his job. Instead, she follows him on the hunt for her sister, which leads to repeated spankings from the ruggedly handsome private eye.

But if he's as insufferable and arrogant as he seems, why is Taylor so drawn to him? Maybe it's because she knows Austin Malone is the only one who can find her sister. Or maybe it's because deep down, she instinctively knows he is exactly the kind of man she's been looking for her whole life.


Excerpt:

Austin stood in the entryway for a moment, surveying the apartment. Though small, it had all the amenities, including a living room, dining room, kitchen, bath, and two bedrooms. All in all, Taylor had to admit that it was actually rather cozy. And Tiffany’s scholarship easily covered the cost.

“Does anything look out of place to you?” Austin asked as he walked into the living room.

Taylor shook her head. “No.”

She watched as Austin wandered over to the coffee table and picked up the stack of magazines that were there. Her brow furrowed. “What are you looking for?”

He glanced at her. “Something that might give me a clue to where your sister may have gone.”
Taylor gave him a skeptical look as she walked into the living room. “By checking out what magazines she subscribes to?”

Austin tossed the magazines back onto the coffee table. “If one of them was a travel brochure from wherever it is that she went, then yes.”

“Did you find one?” Taylor asked, hurrying over to the coffee table to scoop up the magazines and leaf through them excitedly.

“I said, if one of them was a travel brochure,” he told her dryly. “None of them were.”

She dropped the magazines back on the table and gave him annoyed look. “Well, why didn’t you just tell me that, then?”

He shrugged. “I did.”

Taylor made a face at his retreating back as he walked into the kitchen. She wondered if the two hundred and fifty dollars a day she was paying him covered that dry wit of his or if he threw that in for free. In the kitchen, Austin had opened the door of the refrigerator.

“What are you looking for in there?” she asked.


“Some people throw out things like milk if they know they’re going to be away for a while,” he told her.

Taylor edged closer to get a better look and immediately spotted the container of skim milk on the top shelf. “I was right!” she said. “Tiffany didn’t throw out the milk, so that proves she must have been kidnapped!”

Austin closed the door. “Or it could mean that she just didn’t throw out the milk before she left. It’s skim milk, after all. The stuff can barely be called milk in the first place, so it’s not surprising that it lasts forever.”

Taylor had to bite her tongue as she watched him make his way around the kitchen, opening drawers and cabinets, and fingering through all kinds of things. She couldn’t imagine what he possibly hoped to find, but she made no comment as he continued his search. Finally done in that room, Austin left the kitchen and headed for the bedrooms, only to stop and turn back to Taylor when she started to follow him.

“Perhaps it would be better if you just sat out here on the couch and let me do my job,” he told her.

Taylor bristled at the condescending tone in the private detective’s voice. Folding her arms, she lifted her chin to look him squarely in the eye. “No way!” she said. “I just met you a few hours ago. I’m not about to let you go through my sister’s personal things without my being there.”

If she thought her words would insult him, Taylor was wrong. His expression barely changed at all. He regarded her coolly. “Ms. Cavanaugh, you hired me to find your sister and I can’t work with you hovering over my shoulder demanding to know what I’m doing every second. If you’ve reconsidered hiring me, just let me know and we can leave.” When she said nothing, he continued. “I didn’t think so. Now, if you would be so kind as to go sit on the couch like I asked you to do.”

Taylor stared up at the handsome private investigator in stunned silence. How dare he order her around like that? And in her own sister’s apartment, too! She should tell him to get the hell out, she thought. In fact, the words were on the tip of her tongue, but for some reason, she couldn’t make herself say them. Right now, Austin Malone was the only option she had for finding her sister. Was she prepared to let him walk out the door simply because he was an obnoxious ass? No, she could put up with his arrogance if it meant getting Tiffany back safely, she decided.

“Fine!” she told him through gritted teeth. Turning on her heel, she stomped over to the couch and threw herself down on it. Then, folding her arms and crossing her legs, she gave him a glare.
Though Austin scowled at her obvious show of petulance, he said nothing, but instead turned and walked into Tiffany’s bedroom.

From her vantage point on the couch, Taylor couldn’t see much of the bedroom, but she could hear Austin moving around in there. From the sounds of it, he was looking through the dresser. An image of Austin Malone rifling through her sister’s panty drawer suddenly popped into her head and she frowned. Without another thought, she jumped to her feet and hurried into the bedroom.

Austin was standing beside the bed, a small, leather-bound book in his hand. Her brow furrowed as she walked over to him.

“What are you reading?” she asked.

He looked up from the book to give her a frown. “I thought you were going to wait in the living room.”

She shrugged. “I was, but I got curious,” she said. “So, what are you reading?”

“Your sister’s diary,” he said.

Taylor’s eyes went wide. “Her what? You can’t read that! It’s personal!”

But Austin only turned the page and continued to read. “Of course it’s personal; it’s a diary. Which means that it could give us a clue where she might have gone.”

“She didn’t go anywhere! She was kidnapped!” Taylor corrected. “And I really doubt you’ll find an entry in there that says Get kidnapped before lunch!”

Taylor didn’t know what infuriated her more, the fact that Austin was still reading her sister’s diary, or that he was ignoring her. Refusing to put up with it anymore, she reached out and snatched the book from his hand. He gave her an exasperated look.

“What is your problem?” he demanded. “I’m a professional and could care less about your sister’s personal life, except where it relates to her disappearance. I need to read that diary, so give it back.”

Austin reached for book as he spoke, but Taylor jerked it further away. “No!” she said. “I told you that I don’t want you reading my sister’s diary!”

His eyes narrowed as he took a step toward her. “Do you actually want your sister found, or not?”

She lifted her chin. “Of course I do,” she said. “I just think it’s completely inappropriate for you to be reading her diary, that’s all.”

Austin scowled. “I don’t have time for this,” he said. “There could be something in there that might put us on your sister’s trail.”

Taylor thought for a moment. She really doubted there would be anything relevant in her sister’s diary. But if Austin was right and there really were something in it that could help them find her sister...

“I’ll read through it and let you know if I find anything suspicious,” she finally conceded.
Austin gave her an impatient look. “I’m not going to sit here while you read that whole diary. Besides, you’d probably miss anything important, anyway,” he said. “Now, stop playing around and give it back to me.”

When he reached for it again, Taylor backpedaled, putting the edge of the bed between them. “I said, no!”

He swore under his breath. “Okay, that’s it!”Before Taylor could even react, Austin Malone had closed the distance between them and plucked the diary from her hand. Infuriated, she made a grab for the book, but he tossed it on the bed. She immediately reached for it, but the bastard caught her arm and steered her away from it. He was going to throw her out of the room, she realized.

“Hey!” she protested. “You can’t...”

But to her surprise, Austin wasn’t heading for the door. Instead, he sat down on the padded bench at the foot of the bed and, with a yank on her arm, sent her tumbling headlong over his knee. For a moment, Taylor was so stunned that she simply lay there with her head hanging down and her bottom up in the air. She regained her senses quickly enough though, and when she did, she immediately tried to push herself up off his lap. She didn’t even get halfway up before a strong hand on her back shoved her down and held her there. Taylor had no choice but to put her hands on the floor to steady herself. Craning her neck, she looked at him over her shoulder.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” she demanded.

“Something someone obviously should have done a long time ago!” he ground out.

Her brow furrowing in confusion, she opened her mouth to retort, only to let out a startled, “Oh!” when she felt his hand come down on her upturned bottom. Her blue eyes went wide. Oh my God, the jerk had actually just spanked her!




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