Tuesday, June 23, 2015

Q is for Quilt #SpankA2Z

A lot of times, our passions and our truths come out in the stories we write. For instance, my love for sushi, making it's way into not one, but two of my Corbin's Bend books.

Other truths that have made it into my books, are the importance I place on my life-long friendships, the area in which I live, and of course, my love for spanking.

Another truth that has made it in- I can sew, but barely. Like one of my characters, I can sew, but I can't promise that what I sew will stay together once it goes in the wash.

I wish I was a better seamstress. I would love to be able to make a quilt. Besides writing a story, it's always been a goal of mine. It's probably why most of my characters can sew.

In The Bishop's First Bride,Rosa makes a beautiful quilt for her new bedroom, and hen decorates the room to match....What follows is...well, see for yourself


Rosa was flummoxed when Luke left the house without saying anything. It was so unlike her calm collected and courteous husband. And how was she supposed to get the mattress moved now?

Hearing her stomach growl, she realized she had been so wrapped up in painting, she had forgotten to eat. Knowing Luke wouldn’t be home for dinner, she hadn’t cooked anything either. Realizing there wasn’t anything else she could do at the moment anyway- she stalked into the kitchen to make herself a sandwich.

As her stomach filled, Rosa’s head began to clear. She looked back on the events of the evening and she could see why Luke might have gotten upset. He had been working later than usual, and he hardly ever took time for himself. As soon as he did, she took over and demanded that he help her. She probably hadn’t handled it very well. The longer she thought about it, the more frustrated she became. He might punish her, she realized, and he would be within his rights to do so. But still, couldn’t he bear some of the responsibility? She was working just as hard at home as he was working at the office, possibly even more so. Her work was more physical after all, and Luke just sat around praying, doing paperwork and counseling people. Plus, he wasn’t even Bishop yet, so he still had his dad’s help! Rosa had help from nobody, not even him! As was her way, she had nearly worked herself into a frenzy as she sat there. She didn’t want to be punished- Luke spanked hard!

And really, besides arguing with him, she hadn’t done anything wrong.  Frowning, she made her way back to the bedroom. She was just going to have to do everything herself, starting with that dang mattress.

Determined she grabbed it by the top and tried to drag it across the room to where the bed now was. She was facing toward it, and grabbing it by the top. She gave a cry on oomph as it dislodged from where she had precariously leaned it against the wall, and fell on her, knocking her to the floor. Rosa was thin, though fairly tall, and she struggled under the weight of the mattress on her chest for a few minutes before she admitting that she was well and truly stuck. She gave a cry of fury as she fumed to herself! Why on earth had Lucas insisted that they have a king size bed? A full would have suited just as well for now, and then maybe she wouldn’t be trapped. Laying still for a minute, she brainstormed ways out of her predicament. Perhaps, if she could manage to flip over, she could get better leverage, and lift it using her back. She was able to roll over, it wasn’t easy with the bulk of the mattress, but it was doable. She rolled to the right and as she did, the mattress shifted slightly to the left. A light bulb went off in her head. Maybe, if she just kept rolling, eventually the mattress would move far enough off of her that she could just climb out. Taking a deep breath, she rolled again. Each time as she rolled the mattress moved with her, going first to the right, before the left, so it became a process that was one step forward, a half step back, but eventually she managed to free herself. Of course, now the mattress was on the floor and was going to be even more impossible to move. Giving up, she flopped onto her back across it and started to cry.

She didn’t know how long she lay there feeling sorry for herself, with her eyes closed in frustration and her hands balled up in little fists.

“Couldn’t wait for me, huh?”  Rosa opened her eyes to see Luke leaning nonchalantly against the wall where the mattress had been.

She glared at him accusingly. “How long have you been there?”

Lucas raised his eyebrows at her in amusement. At least he seemed to be in a better mood. “I just got here, babe,” he said leaning forward and offering his hand to her, so she could pull herself up.

Once she was standing, he carefully moved her aside, and easily lifted the mattress placing it atop the bed. He didn’t even need her help! Then, looking around until he found the new bedding she had made, he wordlessly helped her make the bed.

The quilt is beautiful, honey. You did an excellent job,” he said as he smoothed it down over the sheets. While the rest of the room was pink overload, the quilt was a brown and tan and white wedding ring design, with only the rings done in a pink and tan floral.

“Thank you,” she said stiffly. For reasons that she couldn’t explain, she still felt angry with him.

“Rosa” Luke said with a warning tone, patting the bed beside him, “We need to talk.”

“Fine!” Knowing she was pushing a line, Rosa flounced down beside him with a huff.

“I’m sorry I left when you needed me,” he began, and Rosa felt her anger begin to waffle. Of course Luke would start by apologizing first-It was his style, and it made it near impossible to stay angry.

“I am worn out, and overwhelmed, and I wanted to relax and zone out. But you needed me, and I should have put that first.” He paused, and shuffled his feet before continuing. “I guess. On top of everything else, I was surprised that with Christmas only a few weeks away, you would blow the majority of your monthly budget on paint. Pink paint.” He said pointedly. “Without asking me if I wanted to live in a room that looked like the inside of a cotton candy machine.”

Rosa smiled. She had to admit, that the pink was a little much. She hadn’t realized that it would turn out so, well, pink.

“Lucas, I didn’t buy the paint! Beth Anne gave it to me! It was left over from the baby’s room! They had so much left over because they just used it for an accent wall! Beth Anne said it…was…too pink to do the whole room.” Rosa’s voice got softer and inaudible as she realized the irony of her words. “Oh!” she exclaimed with a frown.
Lucas was fighting to hold back his laughter as he spoke.

The Bishops First Bride

Rosa Collins was only sixteen when she received a vision telling her of her future husband. Knowing that her husband would be Lucas, the Bishop's son, and future Bishop of Green Valley, both thrilled and terrified her. They were a match made in heaven, she knew, perfect for each other.

But becoming the Bishop's Wife is harder than Rosa anticipated. She struggles to transform herself into the perfect Bishop's Wife that her husband needs.

Lucas misses the real Rosa. Somewhere between getting married, and becoming the future Bishop's wife, his beloved wife has lost part of herself. Lucas knows that a good, old fashioned spanking is exactly what Rosa needs to help her find balance in her unrealistic expectations of what the perfect wife should be. But, try as he might, that balance doesn't come easily for Rosa, and it certainly didn't help that her high school nemesis kept popping up and making trouble.

Will Lucas help her realize that all he wants is for his wife to be happy? Can Rosa pull herself together enough to become the Bishop's First Wife?


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