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Today, my guest blogger is friend and fellow Dinah McLeod from The Naughty List. Her contributing novella is a heartwarming story of a woman, disillusioned with love who has decided to focus her attention on raising her son and her career in social work. She isn't looking for love, but Adam kind of falls in her lap, then what choice does she have. I thoroughly enjoyed this woman's foray back into the world of romance, as well as her first experiences with Domestic Disciplines at the hands (pun intended) of sexy Adam the EMT. Enjoy Dinah McLeod's A Father for Nicholas.
Blurb:
Clara Jones no longer looks forward to
Christmas with the same wide-eyed wonder of a child. A busy social worker, she
sees more than her fair share of troubles every day. To her, December is a
month full of bleak, depressing episodes. She is overworked and overwhelmed,
and to top it off, her once delightful little boy has turned into a sullen
thirteen-year-old, suspended from school for some mischief that went sour. Then
along comes Adam, the too-handsome EMT who seems to have a special rapport with
her son. Can he and his domestic discipline give her what she desperately
needs?
Excerpt
“So.” Her voice was quiet, but rang throughout the
closed truck. “How are we doing this?”
He
smiled gently at her and started to speak when he noticed the redness of her
eyes. “Have you been crying?”
“Maybe
a little,” she admitted, sniffling at the mention of it.
“What
is it, honey? What happened?” He ignored the voice that told him not yet and reached for her. He was
surprised by how easily she fit against him, like his body had been shaped for
hers.
“Every
time I think about it, I… what if she’d hit head first? What if she—” she
choked on a sob, and Adam shushed her gently.
“Don’t,
don’t do this to yourself. You can’t think about it like that. The important
thing she’s OK now, right?”
“I
guess,” she mumbled begrudgingly. “I don’t really know. How can anyone ever be
‘OK’ again after something like that?”
Adam
just shook his head. After all the things he’d seen, he asked himself that
question a lot. He didn’t have an answer to give her.
“And
then her mom said… she said… the kids were a problem. A problem, can you believe it? And she asked me to…”
He
watched her with concern. She was taking sharp, tiny breaths and shaking with
sobs. He squeezed his arm harder around her shoulders and leaned forward,
pressing a kiss to her forehead. His lips tingled after contact with her
delicate, feminine skin. It was their first kiss, he realized with a start. Immediately,
he felt like such a jerk. He’d barely known her two weeks and this was how he
acted?
She
smiled through her tears, touched by his kindness. He didn’t seem like such a
threat right now. She’d been running so fast, so afraid to let her heart go and
now, sitting in his warm truck, being this close to him, she wondered if it was
even hers anymore. Maybe it had always belonged to him, and he had come into
her life to give it back. “She wants me to adopt her.”
He
took the news in stride, schooling his features to mask the shock he felt.
“What does Nicholas think of this?”
She
reached up and began to twirl a ringlet around her finger. “I don’t know. I
haven’t told him yet. Hell, I haven’t told anyone but you.”
He
scowled at her and warned her again. “Language, Clara!”
She
only giggled. “Yes, sir.” She gave him a mocking salute and that did it.
With
strong arms, he pulled her over his lap. To his surprise she didn’t struggle or
protest—she didn’t even squirm. He stifled a groan when he realized that she
probably felt his hard cock pressing into her belly. If she did, she didn’t
mention it. “Do you know why I’m going to spank you, Clara?”
“My
language?”
She
sounded so little-girl innocent that he couldn’t help but smile at her. “Yes,
that and your attitude. Do you realize how hot and cold you’ve been to me since
we met? You’ve been rude and sarcastic, which is not acceptable. I’m hoping
this will teach you some manners.” He felt her tense over his lap but didn’t
give it much thought as he brought his hand slamming down onto her leggings.
They were tight, and he knew she would feel the blow as though she was wearing
only underwear.
“Ow!”
she protested by the third smack. “Please, Adam.”
He
got a thrill every time she said his name. He smacked her again, soundly,
silently praying for her to say it again.
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