Wednesday, February 25, 2015

Guest Spotlight- Keriann McKenna- The Key To Annie's Heart



So excited to have KeriAnn McKenna here today sharing a bit about herself and the new series she is co-authoring with Stevie MacFarlane!


Blurb:


To live a rancher's life in the Rocky Mountains had always been Mac's dream. He loved his place on Fall River. He was a success by anyone's measure, except his own. He failed to keep his wife content to be at home, although "home" was a dream put to architectural drawings. Too many nights she preferred to stay in town with friends rather than make the trip up the mountain.She liked to party, and winding mountain roads coupled with too much to drink ended her life.Could Mac ever forgive himself for his wife’s death?

In all his ways Mac was basic, even when it came to sex. He was a standard missionary position kind of guy with an occasional variation. That would have to change; he wanted a wife and a family and a second chance.

Annie Campbell was a busy event planner at a five star hotel in the city. Fiercely independent,she wouldn't consider herself sexually savvy; she certainly was open to new experiences. It had been six lonely years since her husband died. It was time to move on and setting her fears aside,she joined an Internet dating site.

After reading what she considered to be a damn near perfect profile, she sent Mac a brief note and waited. He had no idea just how independent she was. She had no idea how over­protective he was, but they were about to find out.

Could Mac pull it off? Could a country guy woo a city gal, stop researching how to please a woman, and put it into practice...and what about Annie? Could she surrender some of her independence and learn to submit to him? Read their story!

A contemporary western romance, The Key to Annie’s Heart is the first novel in the Fall River Ranch series. MacDermot’s Bride, Book 2, is scheduled to be released by March, 2015, and will be followed by a prequel, The MacDermot’s of Scotland. Each is a stand­alone novel intended for mature readers.


Excerpt:

“Oh my God!” Annie gasped, her mouth falling open as she glanced at the pictures in her email. She quickly slammed the lid of her laptop down until curiosity got the better of her and she had to look again.

Internet dating was new to Annie Campbell. Only a couple of men caught her eye; the first never responded to her message. The second man responded immediately asking for her private email address. Novice that she was, she gave it to him. She was shocked when, within ten minutes,he began sending her photos of himself standing in front of what appeared to be an enormous marble fireplace. He was totally naked from the waist down and holding his huge cock. Some of his captions were“You’re so hot, baby! I want you to lick me all over” and “This would feel great deep inside you, call me.” The freak even included his phone number.

She wasn’t a prude; she was looking for a gentleman, not a one night stand with a man overly ­impressed with his own rod. Embarrassed thatshe looked at all five pictures, she had to admit he had some nice equipment.Too bad his ego was bigger than his dick and possibly his brain. Perhaps, under the different circumstances, she would have considered meeting him without ever knowing he was inclined to send such pictures; the thought was scary. Shaking her head, she deleted the photos and resigned herself to the fact that he was a low­life with nothing better to do. They can’t possibly all be like this, she thought, as she blocked future emails from him. Annie began to think this internet dating thing was truly a waste of her time, possibly even dangerous.

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About KeriAnn

I’ve been writing for most of my life. My first love was music and lyrics and my first song was a dreadfully simple little tune about a boy I was madly in love with at fourteen. I’m certain I drove my grandmother to distraction as I wailed this boy’s name from the piano in the living room at every opportunity...romance was in my heart even at a young age.

Later in life I developed my craft as a poet and published work in anthologies. I still write poetry but am dipping my toes in the waters of romance, both sweet and steamy.

I was born in a small community in Upstate New York, but left as soon as I bought a decent car that didn’t require more oil than gas...I’m not kidding. I used to pull into a service station, hand the attendant five bucks for gas and tell him to fill it up with drain oil.

I lived in Canada and the Midwest for several years before settling in the Seattle area with the love of my life. I now live in the foothills of the beautiful Rocky Mountains near my family; I’m retired from the counseling field although I still work crisis intervention two nights a week. I consult with and edit for other authors into the wee hours of the night, and I rescue senior dogs and give them a forever home.

Webpage: http://keriannmckenna.com

Blog:http://keriannmckenna.weebly.com/
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Thursday, February 19, 2015

Her Old Fashioned Doctor By Sue Lyndon

I'm so excited to have Sue Lyndon on my blog today, sharing an excerpt from her hot new medical play story, Her Old-Fashioned Doctor.

Sue,  How did you come up with the title Her Old-Fashioned Doctor?

My hero was a doctor and he had some old-fashioned ideals...so the book sort of titled itself. I love when that happens, though most of the time I end up racking my brain for a book title and bugging my author friends for help!

Blurb:
After she catches her fiancĂ© cheating on her, Melissa packs a suitcase and sets out on a road trip to give herself some time to recover. But things take an unexpected turn when she rear-ends Dr. John Holden’s truck in a tiny rural town and he responds by inviting her for an impromptu dinner date.

The handsome medic’s charm and take-charge manner—not to mention his willingness to spank her bare bottom if he feels it necessary—all combine to set Melissa’s heart beating faster than it has in a long time. Almost before she knows it, Melissa finds herself falling deeply in love with the old-fashioned doctor, even though she’s only known him for a couple of days. But is her rapidly growing crush on John merely a rebound fling, or can his hold on her heart last forever?

Publisher’s Note: Her Old-Fashioned Doctor is an erotic romance novel that includes spankings, sexual scenes, medical play, anal play, elements of BDSM, and more. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book. This book is also available as part of a five-book collection entitled What the Doctor Ordered.

Excerpt:

“How old are you, Melissa?” It wasn’t the most polite question, but the need to know her age trumped good manners.

“I’ll be twenty-two next month.”

The air was knocked from his chest. Good Lord. She was indeed a young thing at twenty-one. He opened his mouth to ask her another question when she surprised him with a bold question of her own.

“And how old are you, John?”

He didn’t want to tell her. Even worse, he wanted to lie about his age and make it closer to hers. And yet, their age difference served to remind him of her probable lack of experience, her profound innocence, and his groin tightened with desire. “I’m thirty-six.”

She sat back in her seat, an impish smile crossing her face. “My my. That’s quite old.” She paused and looked at the ceiling, her lips moving as she mouthed thirty-six in a whisper. Then she met his eyes with a smirk that was almost bratty. “Don’t folks your age typically go out for the early bird special?”

John Holden wasn’t often stunned speechless, but he couldn’t think of a reply as he stared at the young lady who’d just made a joke and called him old all in one breath. She’d been afraid of him at first, right after the accident when she feared he’d be angry over the fender bender. But now that she’d begun to trust him, her sense of humor was coming out. He liked it. He liked her. She was rich and likely very spoiled, but she wasn’t so snobby that she couldn’t enjoy a conversation and have dinner with a stranger born and raised in the hills of West Virginia.

Finally, a retort came to his mind.

“Aren’t all good little girls your age supposed to be tucked into bed at this hour?”


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About the Author:
Sue Lyndon is a multi-published author of erotic BDSM romance and spankingromances. She enjoys a good book in any genre, loves Star Trek and Battlestar Galactica, and runs on coffee and chocolate.
http://www.suelyndon.com

Thanks for coming by, Sue, and Congrats on the new release!

Wednesday, February 18, 2015

The Prude and The Nun Review Emily Tilton: Old Fashioned Values

In case you missed the memo, Brand New Spanking Romance author Danielle Logan and I are real life friends. (you can read about that here) And, yes, in our group of friends, we were pretty much the prude, and the nun. (It's always the quiet ones, I tell ya)

Danielle and I have a tendency to write pretty clean books, focusing on the spanking rather than the sex. But what we write, and what we read are two totally different things. And we are fans, and friends of one Queen of Hotiness (that's like Naughty Hotness), Emily Tilton.

So, we thought it would be fun to start reviewing some of her books together, beginning with a newer one that we both fell head over heels in love with. So without further ado, I present to you....

The Prude and The Nun Review of Old Fashioned Values, by Emily Tilton.

Blurb:
When Mark Weaver takes eighteen-year-old Sally Lanchester out on a second date and tells her afterwards that she’s earned a spanking for her disrespectful language, Sally is mortified... but another part of her can’t help but accept her punishment. After Mark spanks her bare bottom, Sally feels like her life has been changed forever. Is it possible that Mark could really offer her something she never thought possible in the twenty-first century: a man who will take her in hand, guide her, and even discipline her when he feels it necessary?
Her friends are shocked that she’s fallen so quickly for Mark and horrified that instead of being the independent, headstrong woman her parents tried to raise, she actually wants to submit to a man. But despite her friends’ apprehension, Sally is soon falling deeply in love with Mark as he begins to teach her, slowly and gently, what it means to offer her body to a dominant man both for punishment and for pleasure.
When Sally’s best friend seeks to explore her own growing need for dominance and discipline, Mark introduces her to his friend and mentor and the two hit it off quickly. But when the girls’ rich parents find out that their daughters are dating men who are not afraid to spank them, they threaten to ruin the men’s careers. Will this threat bring an end to their relationships, or will the girls - and their firm-handed men - stand up and defend their old-fashioned values?
Publisher’s Note: Old-Fashioned Values is an erotic romance novel that includes spankings, sexual scenes, anal play, elements of BDSM, and more. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.


Our Review, in Q&A form

1)What was your first impression as you began to read Old Fashioned Values?
R: Mine was that I was immediately hit with nostalgia. It had sort of a Dickens feel to it.  Kind of like, It was the best of times, it was the worst of times.
D: It has such an old fashion feel to it, if it wasn't for the cell phones I would have thought it was taking place in the 1950's

2)What did you think about the innocence of the main female character? 
 
R: It was funny, because the way she dressed and spoke, it gave off the impression of a 1950's school girl, which I personally found very appealing, but there were hints within the story that gave away the fact that this was set in modern time.
D: I just saw Rayanna's answer to this question was similar to mine in the first. Sally was full of innocence and I loved that about her.
3)There were actually two couples in this book, as Marks mentor John, ended up falling for Sally's roommate Rachel. That many POV's within one story can be difficult to pull off. Was there ever a point where having that many viewpoints was confusing to you as a reader?
 
R: In the very beginning, the first few times I came across a scene from John or Rachel's view, I found it confusing, until I realized they were getting their own story within the story.
D: I didn't have a problem with it at all, I felt like it flowed nicely.  I liked that there was a story within a story.

4) What do you think sets this book apart from the authors other books?
R: It was my favorite Emily Tilton book to date, but I have only read about half of her stuff. She writes so fast, i don't think I will ever catch up. Emily's books are usually just a smorgasbord of out there erotic hotness. This one is as well, but it has an underlying innocence in both the story line and characters that set it apart from some of the others I have read.
D: I absolutely loved this book! From the books I have read, I feel like this one was very unique. The way it was written almost felt like it could have been a classic from long ago.


5) What was your favorite scene?
R: Hands down, the sushi scene ( see below for a sneak peek)
D: The first time that Sally was spanked, her whole reaction was priceless.
6) If you had to choose a dom from this book would you choose Mark, or his mentor John?
R: I would choose Mark. I actually like a little more sensitivity and slightly less experience. Mark gets the job done, but with slightly less arrogance than the more experienced John
D: I would choose Mark, John is a little scary for my taste
7) Anything you didn't like?
R: There was one thing. A few times during spanking scenes and the like Sally refers to Mark by saying "Yes, My Lord" I'm sure it was intended to up the hotness, but to me it seemed out of place and distracting. Her oft uttered quiet "Yes, Sirs" were WAY hotter IMHO. I love a  well placed "Yes, Sir"
D: l honestly love everything about this book! Not a thing bothered me, the chemistry was amazing as was the writing.
8) Star Rating?
R: 5 stars, but only because I can't give it 6
D: 5!!!!

9) Any last thoughts?
R: YES, BUY IT NOW!!!!
D: This book is a sweet love story, yet its so HOT!! This is definitely a must buy!
 
And now, because this is my blog, and we all know, I have a near unhealthy sushi obsession, .......
 
THE SUSHI SCENE~~~~





Over dinner at the stunningly good Japanese restaurant on the upper west side, it took a long time for anything erotic or disciplinary to come up at all. When it did, it was from a perspective Rachel didn’t expect.
At first, Rachel felt terribly shy about all the questions she wanted to ask about John, but after their miso soup, when they were waiting for the first course of sushi to arrive, he said, “Alright, Rachel, I have you at a pretty significant disadvantage now.” He had spent the time since they had sat down at the little table in the dark, quiet restaurant getting her entire life story out of her: divorced parents, public high school in a little Wisconsin town. Orchestra, honor roll, creative writing workshops. “You may ask me three questions, and I want you to spend time thinking about the first one. After I answer that one, you’ll think about the second; same with the third. I promise that I’ll give you long, fulsome answers, so don’t worry about getting cheated. If you ask me where I come from, you’ll get a lot of details about my education, for example, rather than the little tidbits I gave you over lunch.”
On his face, across the black lacquer surface of the table, illuminated by a candle in an elegant square holder, he smiled his little smile.
“Why only three?”
At that point, the first board of sushi was delivered: uni and hamachi.
“Because I say so,” John said, picking up a piece of hamachi delicately in his fingers and popping the whole thing into his mouth.
Rachel felt her brow furrow. John chewed gravely, his mouth bulging slightly, looking into her eyes all the while. It took him a long time to finish the enormous bite. When he was done, his smile had become one of amusement.
He said, “I won’t make you spend a question on asking why I just ate that that way. That’s the only correct way to eat sushi, but even though I do want to teach you about that kind of thing, I won’t be disappointed if you use your chopsticks and dip it in soy and wasabi the American way. Just please don’t dip the rice in the soy, if you do—turn it over so the fish gets the flavor.”
Rachel blushed. That was what she always did with sushi, which she loved: dipping with the rice down, which apparently constituted a grave sin.
“Try it my way?” John said. “Use your fingers and turn it upside down to get the soy on the fish.”
Rachel mixed a little soy and a little wasabi, then picked up a piece of hamachi. The fish felt a little slimy, but she also felt incredibly grown up to be learning from a man who clearly knew exactly how you were supposed to eat sushi, which had obviously eluded the few people in Wisconsin who ate it.
The tiny bit of soy on the fish, instead of the huge amount the rice always picked up. made it possible actually to taste the fish in a way she never had. “Oh my God,” Rachel said, still chewing the half she had bitten off as delicately as possible, though of course that wasn’t delicately at all, and the rest of the exquisitely assembled morsel had fallen apart.
John laughed. “Next thing to teach you is to put the whole thing in your mouth. It’s strange at first, but you learn to chew it very slowly and enjoy it to the fullest. You’ve got a lovely, delicate mouth, but I promise you can do it.” He gave Rachel what seemed a rather meaningful look, and Rachel knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that he meant her to think about what else might befall her mouth. She felt her face get hot—he meant kissing, of course. Of course. It was completely inappropriate for Rachel to wonder what his cock looked like.
John said, “Alright, time to think about your first question.”
In silence, enjoying the food and the simple fact of being there with John, Rachel pondered that first question. Finally, as she chewed a delicious piece of tuna, she decided to take him up on his suggestion. Something about the possibility that he might be pleased if she did that seemed to send delicious, if tormenting, tingles through her body.
“Where are you from?” she asked.
John smiled the little smile. “That’s a very good question, Miss Lowenstein. I was born and raised in Maine. I did a little of the hunting and fishing my family loved, but I also developed a taste for literature that I found hard to satisfy until I was sent to boarding school in Connecticut, for both my and my family’s good. Then I went to college in New Jersey, where I studied economics very, very hard, and learned to enjoy what people usually call the finer things—without, I’m proud to say, letting them get dominion over me. I worked for a few years on Wall Street, and made some money, but then I got stressed and bored, which is a terrible combination. I decided to get a PhD in economics. I did that in Massachusetts. That let me make more money, in a more interesting way, and it also led to being able to lecture at Mendon from time to time, and keep myself young that way. Time to think about your next question.” He took a piece of salmon, and made a comic show of chewing it as slowly as he possibly could, while looking Rachel straight in the eye, to tell her she had better be thinking of her next question.
At last he swallowed, and Rachel said, “When did you start doing… discipline?”
The little smile appeared, this time crooked up a tiny bit on the left side. “I’m guessing you mean what I call loving discipline—or, to put it a little less euphemistically, disciplinary spanking. I don’t suppose it’s inaccurate, though, to connect my ideas about loving discipline to my broader thoughts about discipline in general. Very intelligent question.”
Rachel tried to look like she had meant all that. Of course she had really only meant “When did you start spanking girls?” She could sense somehow, in the way his eyes crinkled, that he knew that, and his self-assurance and gentle mockery made her feel like she was flying, even as it vexed her ever so slightly. The vexation seemed so strange, though: almost as if she thought she should be vexed that way, because John did it to help her learn. Actually, Rachel felt like she had never known just how much she had to learn until she met John Gammon.
“So I’ll answer the question you asked, and let it lead to the question you meant to ask, if that’s alright.” Now the smile had become so very gentle that Rachel felt her own slightly anxious semi-frown transform itself to match. She nodded.
“I first started doing discipline, I suppose, when I learned how to tie my shoes, do my chores, and get myself going in the morning. I mean that I think my ability to discipline myself—to do what’s necessary without being told—probably began then, and I think I have my mom and dad, who are very simple people, to thank for that. I got scholarships to school, but my priceless education came from my parents.” He had been gazing out into the dark restaurant as he spoke, but now he looked at her, and he must have seen the question in her eyes, because he continued, “They never spanked me. Spanking was just something I had in my nature, I think. And I knew from a very early time that it had to do with sex, even though I was nineteen before I did anything about it. I was lucky enough to have an older girlfriend then, in college, who did a lot of naughty reading, and was pretty brave, I can see looking back on it. She gave me some books, and after I read them she asked if I thought I could keep her in line. I was pretty nervous, but I knew I really wanted to try. So we made some rules, and I found that it helped both of us to know that if she broke them—and she broke them a lot—she would wind up over my lap with her bottom bare.”
“Like Mark and Sally,” Rachel said softly.
“Kind of,” John said. “But the dynamic was pretty different, I think, since Joan had been the one to ask me. It wasn’t as serious, I think, and so, I think in retrospect, not as helpful to her as I think Mark is to Sally—and Sally is to Mark. Mark and Sally are more like Carol and I were. In between, I dated one other woman for a few months—just to round out my history for you, Miss Lowenstein. She thought she might like loving discipline, but it turned out that really she just liked spanking.”
Again he took a piece of sushi—this time a very complicated looking roll of flying fish roe, placed it carefully in his mouth, and began to chew. Again he gave her the meaningful look, and this time Rachel giggled. “Alright,” she said. “I’m thinking.”


(I have no idea what is up with the spacing. It is copying weird) 

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Tuesday, February 17, 2015

Stevie MacFarlane- Guest Spot

I'm so excited to have one of my favorite spanking romance authors, Stevie Macfarlane visiting me today, with not one, but TWO new releases! ( And that's not even all she has, girl is on fire lately!)

Hi Stevie, Thanks for joining us today! I've seen you have a lot of books come out recently, so I know you are very busy. Do you have anything you are working on right now?


Yes, several. I’m working on book two in this series, In This Lifetime. Keriann McKenna and I are getting ready to put out Book Two in The Fall River Ranch series. I have a paranormal I work on when I’m stumped and also a short story.


Tell us about The Trouble With Abby.

The Trouble With Abby, is the sixth book in the O’Malley family saga. It’s about a large Irish-
American family who believe in loving domestic discipline. There are tons of characters and they all have their own personalities. I truly love this family and they make me laugh while I’m working.

I've really enjoyed the ones in this series that I have read. The others are still sitting on my kindle waiting for me to find them time.

Blurb:

Connor McCabe recognized Abby as someone who needed looking after fromthe moment he met her and immediately appointed himself her protector. A former Navy Seal, used to being respected and obeyed, it wasn’t long before he was taking her in hand, determined to instill some sense into her beautiful head. In his opinion, Abby was a little wild, drank too much and was entirely too confident in her martial arts skills.

Abigail Stevens’s diminutive size was one of the reasons she pursued her black belt. A girl had to know how to take care of herself in today’s world. She was proud of her accomplishments, even if her overgrown G.I. Joe didn’t take her seriously. Sure he was stronger and when he pulled her over his knees there wasn’t much doubt who was in charge, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t capable. It just meant that she was crazy about the dominant man, or maybe just plain crazy. In her mind the jury was still out.

When danger threatens Abby and those she holds dear, Connor and the other men in the O’Malley’s tight-knit circle do everything in their power to protect their women. As frustration and tensions mount the power struggle between Abby and Connor escalates, putting their entire relationship at risk until a hero makes a move, one that will change everything.

Excerpt:
Abby slipped on a pair of black thong panties, shimmied into a pair of black pantyhose, mumbling under her breath as she cupped both of her bottom cheeks gently and did an uncomfortable little dance. Finally, she stripped them off, kicking them away as she looked over her shoulder and studied her ass in the mirror. Still red and slightly puffy, she was surprised to find no bruises of any consequence. How it could hurt as much as it did and not be black and blue, she wondered, scowling as she bent to get a better look.Apparently the man was a pro at this sort of thing, she softly mumbled under her breath.

Connor smiled and enjoyed the show. Carefully she smoothed lace-topped thigh-high stockings up each of her legs, giving him a lovely view of her well-punished bottom. Her breasts were still free, bouncing slightly with each movement, and when she covered them with a black lace bra he sighed in disappointment, even though the bra left little to the imagination.The olive, butt-hugging mini skirt that was lying at the foot of the bed was returned to the closet and replaced by a rust-colored suede one that was slightly longer and more flared. Pulling a black cowl-necked sweater over her head, she lost her balance for a moment and bumped against the dresser with a squeak.

“Prick,” she said softly, looking at Connor’s sleeping body.
Oh, so you are speaking to me today,” he said, shocking her.
“I thought you were asleep,” she snapped, pulling her hair free and picking up the brush.

“Obviously,” he replied, sitting up and stretching.

Abby quickly brushed her hair with long wincing strokes and tossed the brush on the dresser.
Her hands gathered the mass and began braiding, her nimble fingers weaving an intricate pattern.

Connor rose from the bed, towering behind her and watching her in the mirror. Wrapping his arms around her waist, he breathed in her scent.

“Why don’t you let me take that pretty outfit off you and we’ll go back to bed for a little while?” he asked, cupping her breast and tweaking the nipple.

“I’d rather have a root canal,” she said, smiling sweetly at him in the mirror as she tied off her braid and swung it behind her, slapping him in the jaw.

“Really you don’t even need to get undressed,” he said swatting the braid away. “All you have to do is bend over and let me slide that thong over,” he whispered, pushing his erection against her bottom.

“Connor, you’ve got a better chance of seeing God,” she said, picking up her earrings and sliding them in her ears. “In fact, if you don’t let me into the bathroom, you just might,” she continued, elbowing him in the ribs to back him up.

Connor grunted and stepped back.“You’d shoot me?” he asked, grinning cockily.

“You found my gun?” Abby gasped, spinning to face him as the color drained from her face.

“You really have an appalling lack of faith in my abilities,” Connor replied dryly. “Of course I found it.”

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Whew! They sound like a lot of fun!  And your next book that just came out, is a time travel? What were the challenges in bringing it to life?


This book was a bit more difficult as it is my first time travel. I looked up everything! I read all about Sheridan and the Indian Wars, read old newspapers, researched whether it was possible to have ice in 1880 Kansas, slang, the works.

Sounds like a lot of work!

Blurb:
Former Marine, Morgan Whittaker is but a shadow of the man he once was. Plagued by personal tragedy, his marriage in shambles; it’s no shock to him when he’s wounded while serving his last tour of duty. The only surprise is that he’s alive at all. Now he just wants to be left alone.

Despite knowing their marriage is over, Cara Whittaker finds it painful and annoying to see what her husband has become. As a last resort at helping him, along with increasing her status at the top secret government agency she works for, she offers him a once in a lifetime chance to travel back in time.

What he finds there is more than he ever dreamed. A new life, a family and love in the form of a spunky little saloon keeper in desperate need of discipline. Can he take the risk of remaining in 1880? He’s been warned not to tamper with the fragile fabric of the future, but he knows danger is coming. Can he stop it and change his destiny or will he run out of time?

Will he once again follow the rules or will he throw caution to the wind and step up to be the man he’s meant to be?

Excerpt:

The moment the door closed behind them the worm turned. Morgan tossed her over his shoulder before the sigh of relief left her chest. Taking the back stairs two at a time he moved along the hallway.

 “Which room,” he demanded.

 “That one,” Callie Mae replied, pointing to her door.

 Morgan nodded and swiftly entered the room, closing and locking the door. Setting her on her feet, he removed her bandana and bound her wrists together before she realized what his plan was. Taking her hands, he pulled them far above her head and slipped the scarf over the hook on the back of the door.

 “There, that should make things a little easier,” he smiled, reaching to undo her gun belt and setting it on the bureau. “I like it when things are conveniently placed.”

 “Morgan, you turn me loose right this minute,” she spat, jumping up and trying to free her hands.

 “No, do I look stupid?”

 “Do you really want me to answer that?” she asked nastily.

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About Stevie MacFarlane

Stevie MacFarlane lives in upstate New York with her husband of many years. She currently has 11 books out, including her very popular series about an Irish-American family, The O’Malley’s. To explain her writing preference she used a quote from her Amazon Author’s Page.

“All of my books are romances. I like a lot of conversation, a bit of humor, some fairly hot sex and spanking. If you're into whips and chains, these probably aren't for you. However, if you've ever watched a movie where the leading lady is being a perfect bitch and you feel like yelling at
he leading man, "Oh my God, spank her you fool!" these might be right up your alley.”

You can find Stevie at:
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Email: steviemacfarlane@aol.com