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“Where did you hear that word, young lady?”

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#Historical #Western ‘To Have and To Scold’ A time when women were expected to always act like a lady and not swear or speak of things of a delicate nature, but Annie surprises her new husband with a very innocent question 😉

“Matt, are you one of those men who like to lick a woman’s pussy?”

Matt bolted from the bed so fast Annie’s head slipped from his chest and bounced off the
mattress.

She groaned. “Did I say something wrong?”

With his hands on his hips and his manly part pointing south, all flaccid and lifeless, Matt
demanded, “Where did you hear that word, young lady?”

Annie sat up, hugging the blanket to her chest. “I did work in a saloon even if it only was
for one night and part of a day. I heard things.” She rolled her eyes. “What’s the big deal? We’re
married. I can say words like that to you, can’t I?”

Matt stared at her as if he wanted to say something, but couldn’t find the right words.
Finally, he threw his hands up in the air and climbed back into bed. He curled an arm around her shoulders and tugged her against him. “You can say whatever you want to me because it sounds sexy as hell coming from your mouth, but for the love of Pete don’t mention that word around Aunt Rose or Pa. They’d have a conniption.” He blew out a breath. Annie’s entire body was shaking. “What are you laughing at?”

“You should have seen the expression on your face when I said that word.” She rolled
onto her back and laughed, tears falling down her cheeks. “You were standing there all bare and
your-um- thing was-um, well it didn’t look as big and impressive as it had before.”

Matt twisted his head in her direction and arched a brow. “Is that right?”

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Beginning December 7th, and running daily through December 18th, we will be giving away a novella every day.   Each book will be free for approximately 24 hours, and will change each day at around noon EST so don’t forget to check the site daily!
On December 18th, concurrent with posting the final free book, we will be posting a contest form which will contain a question about each book.   Answer each question correctly, and you’re entered in the drawing for a Kindle Fire.  But you have to be quick… the contest form will remain posted only until noon on Sunday, the 21st .  We’ll be selecting the lucky winner on Sunday afternoon and the prize will be shipped to the winner on Monday, the 22nd by two day shipping – so you’ll have it in time for Christmas.
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Annie gets spanked outdoors!

Matt and Annie take a trip into town. Annie decides to do a little shopping and promises not to get into a fight with her arch enemy, Mary Beth, but the woman pushes Annie too far with her snippy comments. Matt comes back to find his wife and Mary Beth rolling around on the floor.

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Annie remained silent and sullen on the ride home. Each time she glanced in Matt’s direction she swore his jaw would set tighter and his left eye would twitch faster.

“How could you act like such a brat, Annie Caine?”

“She started it.”

“That’s no excuse. You could have walked away.”

“I tried. She wouldn’t let me.”
Matt stared straight ahead. “Where were you when she threw the candy at you?”
She frowned. “At the door, why?”
“So, you’re telling me that after she hit you, she pulled you all the way back to the counter and fought with you. That’s where both of you were when I came in.”
Annie huffed and crossed her arms over her chest. “I know exactly where you’re going with this, Matt.”
“Good, then you admit you had the chance to walk away, but you chose to fight instead.”
Annie threw her hands up in the air. “Yes, I chose to fight. Dammit, Matt! First she shoved me and I walked away, but when she called me a ‘soiled dove, I had to do something.”
Matt veered from the worn path and steered the buckboard toward the thicket of trees in
the distance.
“Matthew Caine, what do you think you’re doing? Why are we stopping here?”
Without a word, Matt locked the hand brake and yanked her across his lap. “What sort of
husband would I be if I didn’t correct my wife?”
“Right here, right now?” Annie shouted as he tossed up her skirts.
“Would you rather I wait until we get home where everyone within a mile can hear you
screaming your head off?” He laid two firm whacks to her backside. Annie bit her lip to stop
from crying out. “Blast, you can’t be feeling a thing with all this padding, can you?”
She’d be an idiot if she answered that question honestly. Matt tugged down her drawers
and was peppering her bare bottom with hard smacks. Her eyes widened in shock. She kicked
and shrieked.

“Matt, you stop this instant,” she cried. What if someone happened to pass by and
saw her naked? He showed no sign of stopping and she reached behind to grab her dress, but he
caught both her wrists and pinned them to the small of her back.
“The only way you’ll feel this spanking is on the bare. You’ve got too many clothes on.”
“You’re the one who wants me to dress like a lady,” she informed him snidely, even as
more spanks fell. She wailed at the burn spreading across her cheeks. “You son of a bitch.” She
threw more momentum into her fight.

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Beginning December 7th, and running daily through December 18th, we will be giving away a novella every day.   Each book will be free for approximately 24 hours, and will change each day at around noon EST so don’t forget to check the site daily!
On December 18th, concurrent with posting the final free book, we will be posting a contest form which will contain a question about each book.   Answer each question correctly, and you’re entered in the drawing for a Kindle Fire.  But you have to be quick… the contest form will remain posted only until noon on Sunday, the 21st .  We’ll be selecting the lucky winner on Sunday afternoon and the prize will be shipped to the winner on Monday, the 22nd by two day shipping – so you’ll have it in time for Christmas.
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‘Her Hearts Desire’ YUMMY ;)

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Leaves are falling. It’s getting colder. What could be better than two hot brothers to cuddle up with? Cade and Reese Dalton are more than willing to keep Sara warm 😉 Here’s a little teaser from my book with Beachwalk Press. Have a great day!

Sara was a bundle of raw nerves. Every place they touched or kissed made her jump.
“It’s going to be okay, Sara. Now, ride my cock,” Cade said, stroking her hip.
Sara expelled a shaky breath. She tilted her hips and came down slowly on Cade’s dick.
“Christ,” Cade hissed between his teeth. The mattress dipped, signaling that Reese had joined them on the bed. Panic must have shown in her eyes because Cade caught hold of her chin and squeezed gently. “We’ll be gentle, Sara. Trust me.”
Sara trusted Cade with her life, but she had seen Reese in all his glory. Both men were huge in their own way. Cade’s equipment was longer but Reese had more girth, and she knew exactly where he was going to put his dick. Her anus muscles clenched. Could she take him? Cade had introduced her to anal sex during the first few months of their marriage. She no longer needed the butt plug but after sizing up Reese she wasn’t so sure.
“Sara, look at me,” Cade ordered.
Sara focused her attention on her husband.
“Reese is going to lube you up. Lean forward and rest your head on my chest.”
Sara did as she was told. She heard Reese moving around the room and then something cool landed at her back entrance. She shivered.
Reese apologized but then applied more lube to her skin. Sara growled and he chuckled. “Watch that temper, little one, or I’ll have to turn you over my knee again.”
“Hmm, I think she likes that idea, don’t you, Sara?” Cade’s hands were roaming over her body. “You covered my dick with your slick cream at the mention of a spanking.”

BLURB:

Sara Martin spent her life longing for two things—less responsibility and the boy next door. When Cade Dalton finally noticed her, she was thrilled. But when he suggested a threesome with his brother, she knew the rumors she’d heard were true—Cade and Reese Dalton shared women, something Sara despised. Her mother had chosen a life of sordid sex with two men over her marriage, leaving a broken ten-year-old girl behind. No way was Sara going down that road. She was happy to comply with Cade’s dominant tendencies, but she would not stand for any “sharing” in the relationship.

To her surprise, Cade agreed to give up his lifestyle in order to be with her. He swore to never again bring up the idea of a threesome, insisting that having Sara as his wife—and the Head of Household arrangement they’d come to—was more than enough to make him happy.

But six months into the marriage Sara’s brother-in-law was beginning to look mighty fine. She regretted passing on the chance to be between the two sexy Dalton brothers, but after her violent reaction to Cade’s suggestion she was too ashamed to admit she had changed her mind. And too ashamed to admit she wanted the same sordid lifestyle her mother had chosen.

Content Warning: strong language, spanking, and graphic sex, including anal sex

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The Sons of Johnny Hastings/ Abel Armstrong

Welcome to The Sons of Johnny Hastings Blog Tour. Leave a comment for the chance to win some awesome prizes! I’ve got Patricia Green on my blog today. Before we dive in and drool over Abel Armstrong, let’s get her to answer this question.

Patricia, if you could be transported back in time to the nineteenth century, what is the most appealing thing about it? The least appealing thing?

If I could be transported back, I think the thing I would like the most would be the formal manners of the time. I’d like to be called “Miss” or “Mrs.” regularly and until I gave permission otherwise and took a step toward a deeper friendship. It’s a signal we don’t have anymore and I think we’ve lost something in being so free with people’s first names.

The thing I would like the least would be the way clothes were washed. I can’t imagine using lye soap and a washboard. 

I think I’d feel awkward calling someone I just met by their first name too and I know for sure that I wouldn’t like to wash clothes bent over a washboard.  Okay, let’s get to the good stuff!

PATRICIA

The Blacksmith’s Bride by Patricia Green

 Blurb:

Sunny Winslow knows exactly what she wants in a man. When she meets the blacksmith, Abel Armstrong, in her new home she’s immediately hooked. Unfortunately, her mother has other plans for her that do not include a blacksmith. She is determined to tie Sunny to a rich town counselor. Sunny is desperate to escape the counselor, so she embarks on a series of schemes to get the man she wants.

 

Abel Armstrong has some skeletons in his closet. In the late 1800s, it’s quite the scandal to be a divorced man. Over the course of the last ten years, he’s had to work very hard to get his reputation back. Meeting Sunny is like a breath of fresh air, but he can’t afford to throw caution to the wind and force their joining by doing something disreputable.


Can spankings teach Sunny to have some patience and trust that Abel’s way is the right way? And, can Abel deal with Sunny’s impulsive scheming and keep his standing in the community intact?

Excerpt:

As he put on his hat against the afternoon sun, he observed a game of blind-man’s-bluff a group of young women, somewhere between seventeen and twenty-one years old, were playing. They were laughing and giggling, flitting around each other and trying to confuse the one with the blindfold over her eyes. She was laughing as hard as the others and her attempts to tag one of them were vigorous but fruitless. Her hair was dark blonde with sunlit streaks, and her mouth was a rosebud, pink and tender. The girl’s laugh trilled in the air like the crystal bells the ladies played at church concerts. She had a fine figure, too, petite and perfectly proportioned. A woman that size would make Abel feel like a giant among men.

Eventually, the woman tagged someone, and then fell to the ground with breathless giggles, pulling off her blindfold as she fell. Her eyes were as blue as cornflowers, glowing with youth and vitality. Abel pegged her age at nineteen or twenty. And, best of all, she was new around here. He’d never seen her before. It seemed unlikely that anyone was already courting her…unless she was maybe already married. It was common enough for women of such an age to be married, some with children already. She probably wouldn’t know about his societal scar.

He tried to make out if she had a ring on her finger, but he couldn’t quite tell.

His friend Bruce sauntered up, offering him a glass of lemonade, which Abel took and absentmindedly sipped at. “Now that’s a pretty sight,” Bruce said with a smile, as they watched the girls playing.

“Yes, indeed.”

“A single man like you could have his pick, Abel. I don’t know why you haven’t settled down yet. It’s been nearly ten years.”

Looking at the new girl, he was wondering the same thing, but it didn’t take him long to remind himself that a giggly girl barely out of the schoolroom was hardly the right mate for man of his age. He needed a widow, maybe. It wasn’t as exciting as having a young woman, of course.

 

ROMANCE WITH A SPANK

Dinah MCLeod share’s a hot excerpt from her new book, HOW I SPANK MY WIFE.

My husband Jim and I are avid fans of the hit show “How I Met Your Mother” (though not a fan of the series finale; no, not fans of that) and one day while watching my husband said, “They should make a show about us. They could call it ‘How I Spank My Wife’.” I gave him the obligatory laugh and quipped, “There’d be a lot of people tuning in for that series premiere!” But as we went back to watching the show, my mind was already in motion, thinking and plotting. And so Callie was born, a girl from a small town with big hopes of stardom. Something lurks deeper beneath the surface, though—a scared little girl on the run who needs to guarantee she’ll never go back home again.

I hope you enjoy this excerpt! dinah

Mr. Condescending—who I learned from listening to the casting directors was really named Kurt—stopped immediately and helped me off his lap.

“Good work,” he said, and I flushed from embarrassment, averting my eyes. I listened to the standard preamble of the directors. Someone would be in touch, they would let me know, great job, thanks for coming in, yadda, yadda.

“Can I walk you out?” Kurt asked. “Um, you don’t—that’s not really…you know, I know where I parked and everything.” My stammering made me blush hotter. I couldn’t seem to get out a complete sentence around this guy, though regrettably I hadn’t had that problem last night. “I thought as much.

“But I didn’t offer to help you find your car, I offered to take you to it.” I nodded, still avoiding eye contact.

“OK. Yeah, sure.”

“I meant what I said. You did a good job today,” Kurt said as I led the way. “Oh, uh, thank you. You…you’re an actor?” He chuckled and I could have died on the spot. When had I become a babbling idiot?

“Something like that. And you, I take it, are an actress. When you’re not waiting tables.” We’d come to the parking lot, and I turned to face him.

“Listen, I really, really am sorry about that. I had no business…” I trailed off with a shrug. “You didn’t,” he affirmed. “Which is why I am giving you the bill for my suit.” I blinked at him, wondering if I’d misheard.

“I’m sorry, what?” “My suit. The one you ruined? It cost three hundred dollars.” He said it casually, but hearing the sum knocked the breath out of me. “How ruined?” I asked helplessly.

“Ruined,” he confirmed. “As it turns out, Egyptian silk doesn’t do well with Vodka. And the shirt…”

I nodded. I remembered what I’d done to his shirt. “I, um, I guess I can pick up some extra shifts and…” I was reeling. I had no idea how I was going to come up with that extra money. I started walking again and didn’t stop until I reached my car. It seemed like a sanctuary from the madness, and I leaned against it as though it was all that was keeping me on my feet. “I realize that you don’t have that kind of money,” Kurt was saying. I hadn’t even realized he’d stayed behind me. “But I shouldn’t have to replace it. And since the attack was so unwarranted I feel that it’s fair.”

I winced at the word “attack” but I didn’t protest. He was right—what I had done was uncalled for and now I would be suffering the consequences.

“I’ll get you the money.” He smiled warmly and it completely transformed his face. He had a tan complexion, one that, unlike mine, looked natural. His green eyes crinkled when he smiled, and there looked to be bits of gold in his irises. As I appraised him, it occurred to me that his body was made for spanking women. He had the broad shoulders, the long arms, the large hands. I could vouch from experience the pain they could inflict on a tender bottom.

“There might be another way,”he was saying and I raised my eyes back to his face. He really was handsome, in a rich, well cared for way. His jaw was strong, and he had a perfectly sculpted face. By definition, he was a pretty boy and it was easy to remember why I’d seemed to instantly dislike him so much. I’d never had much use for pretty boys, and I had no patience for them. Add to that the fact that he had pretty much been a jerk…

“What is that?” I asked. “I could spank you.” He sounded so serious, but I couldn’t stop the laughter that bubbled to my throat.

“I’m sorry?” I asked, trying to wipe the smile off my face. “You could what me?”

“Spank you,” he repeated, his face devoid of even a trace of a smile

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