9/27 Saturday Spankings
Yay! One more week closer to the release of the second series of Corbin Bend books! I am so excited, and for two reasons. 1.) I finished my story in time to be included in it. 🙂 and 2.) because they are doing something different with the release this time. For a very limited time, (I believe the deadline is October 3rd), you can buy the entire series for a major discount of 33%. You will still have to wait for each book to be released, but they will automatically be downloaded to you as soon as each title becomes available and you’ll save tons of money.
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Now, on to Saturday Spankings! Yay!!
So here is another excerpt from Have Paddle, Will Travel, my second Corbin’s Bend book which will be released in the above Season Two book set.
The Blurb: When a freak snow storm threatens to cut off the already remote community of Corbin’s Bend from the rest of the world, the residents scramble to get enough emergency supplies from neighboring towns before the mountain roads are closed. It’s sheer luck of the draw that force Ettie and Vance into the same car together. The only problem is, they can’t stand one another. He’s the resident paddle and strap maker, a man known to answer the call of needy submissive women everywhere. She’s a submissive who hasn’t been spanked in four very long years. In his workshop at home, Vance has every implement he’d ever need to win a war like this. In a car in the middle of nowhere with the storm of the century bearing down upon them…who would win this particular battle was anybody’s guess.
The set-up: It’s not their first argument, but it is the first time she loses her temper enough to slap his arm. As Ettie is about to discover, he doesn’t take too kindly to being hit.
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His strength was incredible. Though intellectually she knew, as a man, of course he was stronger than she was, but she was still unprepared for how easily he lifted her, kicking and slapping at him, right off her feet.
“I do not consent!” she bellowed, even as he propped his foot up on the runner and tossed her face down across his thigh. “I said, I don’t consent!”
“You consented the minute you hit me. All I’m doing is returning the favor!” His hand came down full across her upturned backside and it didn’t even matter that there were layers of cloth—pants, underwear, the bottom portion of her winter-heavy coat—between her heart-shaped flesh and his hand. She sucked air and snow, as startled by the unbelievable clap of impact as she was by the sharp pain.
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I hope you enjoy the excerpt. The time for waiting is almost done! Again, Yay!!!
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