It’s that time of the year when we change focus, again. Now we are in the last months of the year and we tend to review what our year goals were, stake stock in the realities and relevancy of those goals, and push forward, renewed in our determination to meet as many of our hopes and dreams as we can. Before the holidays if we are lucky but before the New Year, when we do a complete overhaul and start again.
If you are a well organized person, you have one year, five year and maybe even ten year goals. This has been a huge transition year for us. Retirement for hubby and career trials and errors for me. I intend on refocusing my writing goals.
I am nearly finished with the O’Connor Series. I might bring in a few novellas for holidays but Cian and Molly, nearly written, is the last unmarried sibling. The last book transitions to one of my new series, Safe and Secure, Saving Sharlee was the first in that series. Several other new series, Clearwater Ranch has two more books in the offing and Wind River Series needs revisiting.
So, am I where I want to be in September 2018? Not quite. But close. Next year is already in the planning. How about you? Are you finding time to refocus your goals and efforts to come in strong as the year closes? I hope so.
Here is my spotlight book for the week:
Revenge in the Highlands
Morgan MacAlister and his wife, Kat, return to the Highlands to reclaim Morgan’s heritage, only to find that the sister he left behind is waging a war of vengeance on their traitorous half-brother, Canton. Eileen is no longer the innocent young girl he remembers.
Gallagher Glencairn has returned with Morgan to reclaim his own inheritance and finds that the golden-haired lass with the beautiful haunted eyes now rules his clan. Gallagher is determined he’ll take his clan back any way he can. He gives Eileen two choices: she can agree to wed him, or he will wage war against her and take his inheritance back.
Eileen is tough on the outside but harbors a terrible secret within – a secret of pain, betrayal, and a fierce desire for revenge.
Publisher’s Note: This steamy historical romance, set in the Highlands, contains old-fashioned, loving discipline.
Yummy Excerpt: PG
When the sharp whistle pierced the air, Eileen was unprepared. With a snort, Minion reared up and whinnied then took off at an instant gallop, dragging Delilah with him. It was Minion who was leading now, and with the rope tied to Delilah’s saddle, Delilah automatically took off after him, following his lead like a subservient female. Eileen cursed as she grabbed the reins and tried to pull Delilah in, but the little mare was rebelling, not wanting to return to her control. It was only a matter of seconds before Minion came to a halt in front of the mocking Gallagher and Eileen was looking into the piercing eyes of her handsome new husband.
“Let go of my horse,” she demanded as his hand reached out to take Delilah’s bridle. Her hand flew to the rope to release Minion but Gallagher reached up and grabbed her, tugging her from the saddle. Eileen screeched as she felt herself falling and she landed on his hard chest, her free hand scrabbling at his shoulder to control her fall. She felt his other arm grip her below her buttocks and hoist her on over his shoulder. He then slapped her protruding rear end several times, his hard hand burning through her riding skirt with a vengeance. She bucked straight up, kicking against his thighs uncontrollably as she cried out in pain. “Let go of me, damn you,” she hissed through clenched teeth.
Gallagher simply carried her, struggling and kicking over to a large rock. He sat her on her feet and held onto her arm with one hand, while his other hand went to his belt. His silver eyes burning into hers, he deftly unsnapped the Glencairn crested buckle and drew the wide strap from its loops.
Eileen began to struggle in earnest, kicking out at him, trying to free her arm from his iron grasp. “Ye are not going to use that thing on me, I won’t allow it,” she demanded stridently, her face blanching at the grim determination on his. Her buttocks were already burning from the hard slaps he’d administered and she was close to panicking at the thought of that broad belt landing across her tender cheeks.
“Ye are in no position to demand anything, wife, and ye are about to find out what happens when ye disobey my orders.” Grimly he sat and dragged her over his lap. Folding the long belt in half, he lifted his arm and brought it crashing down in the middle of her wriggling backside.
Meet Brandy Golden
I’m a sweet romance writer with some hanky spanky play added in. I like to write about strong alpha males who don’t mind taking their ladies in hand when they need it and who want to share the special bond that spanking can bring between a couple. My stories are mostly basic simple discipline in a romantic setting with very protective men. Cowboys, pirates, business suits, you name it, they are all sexy when they are dominant and I love to write their stories. I’ve been writing on and off for around fifteen years now and I still love it. You can find me in middle america, cowboy and ranching country, with my husband and a wonderful family of children and grandchildren around me. I hope you enjoy my adventures as much as I enjoy creating them for you. Brandy
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NOW, here are my book recommendations for the week: