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“You are already my wet dreams come to life.”

The O’Connor Family is Back with

QUINLAN AND CHEYENNE’S STORY

Book 2 out

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AcceptingHisWays

 

“Now that’s ridiculous.” She stood with her arms crossed over her breasts. Oddly, she felt her muff was covered well enough.

“No, what is ridiculous is that you think you’ve any influence over this now. You gave up your chance unless you’re playing your yellow card.”

He sent her to the corner with another searing smack to her bottom cheeks when she didn’t respond, and its message was acknowledged in her yelp and immediate reaching back to soothe her nates.

“Those hands are to be on the clothes not your ass, Cheyenne.”

She screeched her irritation but reached down and folded the clothing giving Quinn a perfect view of all the jewels in her buried treasure trove.

“Now what?” she asked standing up straight and placing her hands on her hips, bared breasts forgotten in her irritation.

“You’re a sassy minx tonight, aren’t you?” came his exasperated reply.

“No, I’m a frustrated, irritated, irate woman who is going to say this only one time. I hate doctors and no matter how angry you are at that, no matter how sick I get, I’m still not going to see a doctor if I don’t have to, and that’s my right.”

“Are you playing your yellow card?” “Yes. No.” She shook her head.

That was when she really noticed Quinn. She saw he wasn’t looking at the papers he had in front of him but was leaned back on the couch with one arm on the back, the other hand on the armrest propping his chin and right ankle sitting on the left knee.

He was everything she ever needed, and he deserved her everything. She looked at him cautiously. His facial expression was pained, as though he had a problem he was trying to puzzle out. She was his problem, as usual.

“Quinn?” She took a step out of the corner she was never really in, unsure what to do. “What’s wrong?”

“Turn around, cailín dána.” Cheyenne faltered, still unsure what to do with the unfamiliar sight of a nonplused, if not worried, Quinn.

“I’m sorry,” her hesitant voice said sweetly.

“I know, a lómhara, but I have to work this problem out. Turn around while I do that.”

“I want to help. Why won’t you let me help figure things out, whatever it is?” Cheyenne asked Quinn with a mixture of irritation and concern. “If I’m the problem, then I want to be part of the solution!”

“Right, then turn around.”

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About the Author:

Alyssa Bailey is a dyed in the wool Texan living in the beauty of Southeast Alaska with her husband, her youngest four (of eleven) children, two dogs and two cats. She lives where the sky meets the mountains, the mountains meet the ocean, and the wildlife frolic on land, sea, and air. People, the ultimate interlopers, are wedged in where allowed and are properly thankful for the privilege.

Her first memory of books was when her mother read to her as a small child. She began writing as soon as she could put letters together to form words. Her first story at the age of six was about a performing horse that ran away from the circus. As she got older and read more of a variety of books, she would say, “I can do better than that” and then rewrite them in her head. She was writing fanfiction before fanfiction was a ‘thing.’ 

In high school and college, she won journalism and special recognition for her academic and fictional writing. Alyssa is a firm believer in all things spanking. She loves writing about domestic discipline and power exchanges between strong, intelligent women who are not afraid to make a stand and men confident enough to give them their space but Alpha enough to keep his woman safe, in spite of herself. Her characters predominately live in Regency England amongst lords and ladies, in the contemporary realm amongst men and women of the world, and all things Cowboy. 

Contact her, she loves to chat, and as always, have a Spankolicious day!

 

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Don’t miss these exciting titles by ALYSSA BAILEY and Blushing Books!

Welcome Cowboy

Taming Texanna

 Chase Abbey Series:

Lord Barrington’s Minx (book 1)

Becoming Lady Barrington (book 2)

Lady Caroline’s Defiance (book 3)

 

The O’Connor Series:

Liam & Jocelyn’s Story

Her Sweet Complication (Book 1)

Liam’s Lessons (Book 2)

Loving Liam (Book 3)

 Ciarán and Katherine’s Story

His Gentle Persuasion (Book 1)

Rancher’s Creed (Book 2)

Katie Consents (Book 3)

Quinlan and Cheyenne’s Story

Quinlan’s Quest

Accepting His Ways

A Balancing Act (Fall 2016)

I wasn’t your dominant before

Jane Henry and Maisy Archer have come to visit me…

…just before we celebrate Independence Day in the United States. and a time to visit with friends and family to enjoy and appreciated the hard won freedoms we enjoy at a nation.

Another thing to enjoy this weekend???

A new Book, HIS SUBMISSIVE they have coauthored is out!!! Book 2 in the standalone book series Boston Doms

These talented women have spice, love, exploration, and lots of Hot Hot Hot for your summer reading list.

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Turn up the Air Conditioner!

Now, read this scorching excerpt!

 

“…What have I told you about arguing with me?”

Hillary stifled a sigh. They’d had this discussion a lot in the past two days, and she really ought to know better by now. She cast her eyes down.

“That it’s disrespectful. I’m sorry, sir,” she said meekly.

“Mm-hmm. Finish getting dressed,” he told her.

“I’m finished!” she replied. “Just need to grab my purse.” She tried to scoot past him into the hallway, but he wouldn’t move.

“That is what you’re wearing?” he growled, his eyes roving over her.

Hillary looked down at herself. She was wearing a navy blue sundress with spaghetti straps that crossed in the back, and a frilly, A-line skirt that hit her at mid-thigh. Paired with her flat silver sandals, it was perfectly appropriate for the unseasonably hot September day… Wasn’t it?

“Um… yes?” she ventured.

“Um… no,” he said firmly, crossing his arms over his chest. “That looks like the… what do you

call it? The thing you wear under the dress,” he told her. “It’s too fucking sexy. Put something else on.”

She frowned. “Matt, I don’t have anything else. This is the only dress I brought with me.”

“Are you arguing again?” he demanded.

“No! I’m just trying to explain,” she told him honestly. “I’ve worn this before, lots of times, and

She broke off when he took a step forward, crowding her against the wall.

“But I wasn’t your dominant before, Hillary,” he reminded her, his left hand coming up to cup her

cheek and hold her in place.

The way he said her name—her full name—in that deep, serious voice made her nipples tighten. She pressed her head and shoulders back against the wall.

“Yes, sir,” she breathed.

“Do you see how revealing this is? Hmm?” His right hand traced a line from her throat, across her collarbone, and down. Hillary swallowed.

“Do you see how fucking sexy you are?” he demanded.

God, what had gotten into him? Please don’t stop, she begged with her mind.

His eyes were focused on his index finger as it dipped just below the edge of her dress and traced a path across the swell of her breast.

“Do you see how just the slightest touch,” he whispered, his words fanning heat across her sensitive skin, “could make this happen?” He hooked his finger around one spaghetti strap and slid it down her shoulder. “Do you want this to happen, Hillary?”

Oh. Yes.

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 Jane Henry

 Jane has been writing since her early teens, dabbling in short stories and poetry. When she married and began having children, her pen was laid to rest for several years, until the National Novel Writing Challenge (NaNoWriMo) in 2010 awakened in her the desire to write again. That year, she wrote her first novel, and has been writing ever since. In 2012, she became interested in the d/s lifestyle, and has discovered her love for writing romance with a d/s twist. With a houseful of children, she finds time to write in the early hours of the morning, squirreled away with a laptop, blanket, and cup of hot coffee. Years ago, she heard the wise advice, “Write the book you want to read,” and has taken it to heart. She sincerely hopes you also enjoy the books she likes to read.

 

Maisy Archer

  Maisy is an unabashed book nerd who has been in love with romance since reading her first Julie Garwood novel at the tender age of 12. After a decade as a technical writer, she finally made the leap into writing fiction several years ago and has never looked back. Like her other great loves – coffee, caramel, beach vacations, yoga pants, and her amazing family – her love of words has only continued to grow… in a manner inversely proportional to her love of exercise, house cleaning, and large social gatherings. She loves to hear from fellow romance lovers, and is always on the hunt for her next great read.

 This is a new duo and their books are just what you need to warm your heart and yearn for other parts warmed…

 

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