Maggie Carpenter and her Cowboy Contractor are in the Spotlight Today on Wicked Wanton Wednesday

Mm, mm, mm... a cowboy contractor.  Maggie Carpenter is back on Wicked Wanton Wednesday combining two of my most favorite things.  If that's not enough she throws in salacious sex, bondage, discipline and romance. 

Yowza Maggie!  You had me at cowboy contractor, but thanks for the bonus content.  

THE HEIRESS

and

THE COWBOY CONTRACTOR

The Blurb:

     

      “This is what I’d suggest,” he drawled. “You find yourself a builder who doesn’t mind bein’ spoken to like a lackey, and who isn’t particular about bein’ called by their name, and I’ll bet the two of you will get along just fine, but me, I’m leavin’.”

     

      In this sizzling romance, Beau Chapman, a hunky horse trainer who is also an experienced builder, crosses swords with Nicole Harris, a spoiled, wealthy heiress. It doesn’t take long for Beau to show her just how he feels about her arrogant attitude and foul mouth, and pulls her across his knee for a well-deserved spanking.

       Though Nicole was initially intrigued by his take-charge personality, she is truly shocked when Beau’s hot hand makes her heart race and her body tingle with excitement. Beau doesn’t take kindly to Nicole’s demanding behavior, but as the days tick by the tempestuous diva remains an absent but constant companion, her face in the forefront of his thoughts.

      When Cupid pulls back his bow he shoots his arrow straight and sure, and the electricity between Beau and Nicole crackles. Salacious sex, bondage, discipline and romance fills the pages of this torrid love story.


The Tease...  (The cover alone made me one-click, I must admit!)

“So,” she continued, “when can you start and how much is it going to cost me?”

    “I haven’t agreed to work for you yet,” he said staring at the plywood under his feet, “and I’m not sure I’m gonna.”

      
“Excuse me?”

“I said, I haven’t-”

“I heard you, I just don’t understand,” she said sharply.

He lifted his chin, and for the first time she saw his eyes. 

What the hell color are they? Shit, I can’t tell with these glasses on. Are they grey? Damn, those lashes, but he’s scowling. Why is he scowling at me?  

“This is what I’d suggest,” he drawled. “You find yourself a builder who doesn’t mind bein’ spoken to like a lackey and who isn’t particular about bein’ called by their name, and I’ll bet the two of you will get along just fine, but me, I’m leavin’.”  

He’d delivered his soliloquy in a monotone, his gaze never leaving her face, and though she knew he couldn’t see her eyes she felt as if he’d been looking right through her. Suddenly he was moving, marching past her, and panic-stricken she turned to catch up but he was traveling at a quick clip.  

“Fuck, would you wait a minute?”  

“I don’t think so,” he muttered, and if you do find someone who’s willin’ to work for you, I hope he spanks your ass between sawin’ planks of wood. Damn, I don’t think I’ve ever met a woman so arrogant...and that mouth!  

“Wait,” she called again, “can we start over?”  

Already across the patch of dirt and heading to his truck, Beau Chapman was insulted and angry, but not just angry with her. He was angry at himself for having made the trip; it wasn’t as if she’d been warm and fuzzy during their phone call.  

I should’ve known this would be a waste of time. I don’t know who you think you are, but I sure as hell am not puttin’ up with that bull-crap.  I drive all the way up here, and you don’t even say hello or have the decency to use my name? You’ve got an attitude as big as the lake, and the mouth of a drunken sailor.

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An Erotic Fantasy In a Very Inappropriate Place on WIPitUp Wednesday

I featured this excerpt on a weekend blog.  With only 8 lines allowed, I was called a tease.  I promised to reveal all on WIPitUp Wednesday.  Not one to leave you hanging (snicker) here it is.

Jackson's Justice

Release Date:  January 15th

Unofficial blurb...

Heath is having a very inappropriate fantasy about a mysterious stranger in a less than ideal place.  She turns out not to be such a mystery at all.  In fact, she keeps popping into his life, landing in the middle of one fix after another, and getting under his skin.  

But he resists:  at eighteen she's too young, too innocent and a family friend.  She's also too damn hot for his own piece of mind. 

The excerpt as promised:

As the woman moved along, she nodded at folks, pausing every now and again for a brief word or to clasp hands.  Near the front, she leaned over to hug an elderly woman who was too frail to stand.  The position pulled her skirt tight across her hips and Heath nearly swallowed his tongue.  Images of the beauty bent over with her bottom bared for him flooded his mind.

Without benefit of the skirt and whatever fripperies she wore beneath, he would guide her curvy body over one of the benches.  Naked, her bottom upraised, she would tremble ever so slightly in anticipation. Stretching forward, she’d reach toward the bench seat, her breasts swaying freely, the glorious mass of her Titian hair tumbling over her shoulders and onto the cushions, spreading out like a fan.

She would strain toward the floor, her toes pointed downward, just out of reach.  As she balanced precariously, he would enjoy teasing glimpses of the sweet treasure that lay between her thighs, the glistening pink flesh framed by a perfect thatch of red-gold curls.

Breathless and eager for that first touch, for the fervent kiss of his hard palm on her rounded behind, she would whimper softly through her plump parted lips.

Ever gracious, he wouldn’t make her wait.

Beginning low on the back of her silken thigh, he’d run his hand slowly upward, gliding over the rounded hills of her bottom cheeks.  His fingertips grazing along the cleft, would dip inside to test her wetness and heat.

As she trembled in response, his purpose would come back to him.  A long time in coming, she had earned this spanking for teasing him, flirting outrageously, holding herself away from him and building his need to a fever pitch.

Unable to wait any longer, his hand would rear back returning swiftly to connect with a smarting crack across her pristine behind.  A sharp intake of breath echoing off the walls would come back to them as she flipped her hair out of her face.  She would turn to him, her beautiful visage flushed, brilliant green eyes wide as a plea came from her parted lips...

Fantasy became reality in that moment as the redhead turned and he at last saw her brilliant green eyes, which seemed to gaze straight at him.  No, not at him, she was looking at her father who had been standing behind her.  With a parting kiss to his cheek, she turned and proceeded up the aisle toward the front of the church.

His stomach lurched as he came to grips with the fact that the redhead he was ogling and lusting after was Jenny Harper.  A longtime friend of the family and a decade or more his junior, she was an innocent no doubt.  Horror swept through him as he realized he’d had illicit fantasy about her, a mere child compared to him and in church no less.

He sat back and closed his eyes waiting for lightening to strike him and send him straight to hell.  At the very least, he expected God to smite him for befouling this sweet child and his house of worship in one fell swoop with his decadent and lustful thoughts.

A sharp pain seared his rib cage.  His eyes flew open half expecting to see an angel of vengeance hovering over him with a bloody sword.

“Heath Jackson,” a familiar voice whispered.  “Don’t you dare fall asleep.”

He closed his eyes in relief that his death wasn’t yet imminent and he would undoubtedly live to sin another day.  The sharp pain came again, but now he knew the source.  He turned his head and looked down at his mother who was glaring up at him.

“I’ll not have it, young man.  The one Sunday out of a baker’s dozen that you deign to accompany your mother to church and you doze off before the service even starts?”

Young man, he mentally sighed.  In a month he’d be thirty, he wondered if she would ever stop calling him that.   He reached for her arm, preventing further use of her pointed elbow.

“I’m awake, Ma, so kindly stop jabbing my side or it will be two dozen more Sunday’s before you coax me back.”

Wicked Wanton Wednesday 2015 Starts Off Right With Dinah McLeod

It’s Wednesday and time to get Wicked and Wanton in 2015.  We start off the year with a bang as frequent guest Dinah McLeod drops by with The Forbidden Castle.  An erotic fantasy, what better way to warm us up on a bitter cold Wednesday in January.  She gets our blood circulating with a hot excerpt, too. 

Dinah hangs around to sit in the corner for a few intimate questions.  A phone sex operator did you say?!?  Holy dial tones, Dinah!  We’ll get to that and more in a bit.  Right now, it’s time for our featured novel…

The Forbidden Castle

By Dinah McLeod

Blurb

Aimée has hoped for Geoffrey to make her his wife for as long as she can remember, and though he treats her with contempt, she remains determined to win his heart. When Geoffrey sends her on a journey to bring back a woman he wants for himself, Aimée sets out to do his bidding. But the trip does not go as planned, and after losing her way—and her horse—Aimée takes refuge in a stable for the night. The next morning, she finds to her shock that she has stumbled upon a dark, forbidden fortress rumored to be inhabited by a terrible beast.


Upon being discovered by Aldéric, the castle’s stable master, Aimée does her best to explain her presence. But after catching her in a lie, Aldéric scolds Aimée and, to her great shame, chastises her firmly. Yet Aldéric’s gentleness after her punishment surprises Aimée, and she cannot help enjoying his attention and wondering why it is that this stable master treats her with a kindness Geoffrey has never shown.

But the fortress is a dangerous place, and soon Aimée falls into the hands of a man who knows nothing of gentleness. Can Aldéric save Aimée from torment in the dungeons, and if he does come to her rescue, will he be able to forgive her when he discovers the truth about her presence at the castle?

 “You lied to me,” he accused without preamble.

       “What?” I asked, stretching my arms over my head, not managing to hide my yawn.

       “You lied to me, Mademoiselle.”

       This time, the hardness in his voice got my attention and I raised my eyes to his face. When I saw the anger lurking in his dark depths, my mouth went dry even as a flush stole up my neck. I wasn’t certain why he was looking at me like that, but I was certain that it boded nothing but ill for me. “What are you talking about?”

       He scoffed, waving his hand dismissively. “You told me you were seeking a doctor. But I now have cause to doubt that story.”

       I blanched and immediately regretted the action, knowing I’d given myself away.

       “I thought so. Do you even have a sister, or was that another lie?”

       “I have two sisters,” I mumbled, bowing my head to stare at my hands. I understood his anger with me; I longed to escape his penetrating gaze and hardened jaw, but my feet refused to flee even as my mind screamed at me to do so. I knew all too well how perilous facing a man’s anger could be.

       “Neither of them ill,” he prompted.

       “No,” I confessed in a timid whisper.

       “I thought not. I told you that we do things differently here, Aimée. Now I’m afraid you’ll find out first-hand.”

       My eyes leapt to his face even as my heart plummeted down to my stomach. What could he mean by that? As I stared at him with parted, trembling lips, I caught sight of the black tawse he held casually. He couldn’t mean to…

       His eyes followed mine and he gave me a sharp, stiff nod. “Yes, this is intended for your punishment.”

       My heart began to pound so hard that I feared it might break free of my chest. I had no doubt that the fear showed on my face, yet Aldéric faced me with calm resolve. “Is that what you use on the horses?”

       He arched a sandy brow. “Of course not, Mademoiselle. I’d never mistreat such a noble creature.”

       The implication made a shiver run through me. Run! My mind screamed at me. Run and don’t look back! I could certainly try, but if he was inclined to give chase, I wouldn’t last very long. I was hungry, tired and bone-weary.

       “How shall I position you?” he mused, tapping the tawse against his leg as he scanned the stable. Just the muted thwack was enough to make my stomach churn. “Bent over a stool perhaps?”

  

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Maddie’s Intimate 

Authors Corner: 

MT:  The Forbidden Castle is categorized as an erotic fantasy.  Which is a new twist for you.   What gave you the inspiration?

DM:  I’ve always enjoyed fairy tales, and of course, everyone has read Anne Rice’s sleeping beauty series. I’ve always been fascinated with the Beauty and the Beast story, because the “real” one is so far from the Disney version we watched as kids. I was watching said movie with my girls one day and got to wondering about those three blonds who spend the entire movie swooning after Gaston. Then one, who I’ve named Aimee, sort of came alive in my head and started talking to me. The rest is history.

MT:  Ah, those lovely little voices.  Good thing we authors have an outlet, or the men in white coats might be called.  J  This new book has ‘extensive BDSM content’, which is a departure from your DD stories in the past. 

What made you get your kink on this time?  Could it be those raging hormones??  I remember those days J  Was it more challenging to write?

DM:  No, LOL, not hormones. I think we all have deeper wells of eroticism, and it’s true, my stories and characters typically don’t use it! It wasn’t more challenging to write, but very, very different.

MT:  What is you writing process?  Plotter or pantser?  (Plotter:  methodical process including an outline, notes and highlighters, or pantser:  fly by the seat of your pants, write frenetically and go back and clean up the mess.)

DM:  I think I’m somewhat of a mix. I usually only depend on outlines when my “pantsing” has stopped flowing, or I need to get back on track.

MT:  Social media is a wonderful thing, but it also takes a lot of time away from writing.  How do you balance the two?

DM:  That isn’t something I’m very good at, I’ll admit. I’d rather write than tell people to go buy my book, but it seems to be a necessary evil. I try to do my social media right when I wake up so then I’m done for the day.

 MT:  You sound more disciplined than I.  FB calls to me often, but mostly when I’m editing.  I think that’s why it takes me sooooo long. 

There has been a lot of discussion in social media and the blogs of late about changes in the ebook industry, including difficulties with self-publishing and also the recent crackdown on erotic content including titles, cover art, and the scary Amazon dungeon.  How have you been affected and what do you see as the future impact on authors?

DM:  I, like many other authors, have seen a decline in sales. I think that this market showcases so many amazing authors, though, that it’s just hard competition. I, as you pointed out earlier, am not usually erotic enough to cross the dungeon master’s list. J I think that authors will either tone down their books or go to a different genre altogether, though I certainly hope not!

MT:  I think you’re right Dinah, about going to a different genre.  I have heard of several who have gone to the general romance category because of the crackdown.  That means they are swimming in a much bigger pond.  I’m curious to see how they do.

How about some fun stuff before we go.  Tell me five fun facts about yourself that would surprise us if we knew, sexy or mundane is up to you…

DM:  I don’t know if I have one, much less five! I guess nothing about me surprises me. ;)

Oh, OK, here’s one: growing up, my mother had me so ashamed about sex that even after I was married I had to “do it” with the lights off and NEVER in the daytime. Life is cruel, because now daytime is my favorite time for a little lovin’, but my husband is always at work!

I was once a phone sex operator, so I’ve pretty much heard it all!

I’m a born-and-raised Southerner, but you’d never know it to talk to me on the phone! I learned a long time ago that things went smoother without the accent, so I ditched it.

I home school my kiddos.

And though you already know this, I guess the thing that would surprise people about me at home is learning I wrote erotic, spanking fiction!! 

MT:  Now I have to talk to you on the phone to hear you phone sex voice.  Wowza!  That was a big surprise.  J  Good luck with your new release, Dinah.  Come back when you have more to share. 

Welcome to a New Year of Saturday Spankings

Celebrating the upcoming release of 

Jackson's Justice 

with a cover reveal on SatSpanks 

Come with me, back to 1878, to Laramie, Wyoming and the Jackson Family's Silverbend Ranch.  

Heath has a problem.  He is having very inappropriate thoughts in even more inappropriate places about a beautiful redhead who turns out to be family friend.  He resists, his heart has been hardened and he isn't willing to risk it again.

But Jenny Harper, young, innocent and too damn hot for his own piece of mind keeps popping into his head and his life, landing in the middle of one fix after another, and getting under his skin.  

What's a hardworking cowboy to do?  

*****

Jackson's Justice

Ever gracious, he wouldn't make her wait.

Beginning low on the back of her silken thigh, he’d run his hand slowly upward, gliding over the rounded hills of her bottom cheeks.  His fingertips grazing along the cleft of her bottom, would dip inside to test her wetness and heat.

As she trembled in response, his purpose would come back to him.  A long time in coming, she had earned this spanking for teasing him, flirting outrageously, holding herself away from him and building his need to a fever pitch.

Unable to wait any longer, his hand would rear back returning swiftly to connect with a smarting crack across her pristine behind.  A sharp intake of breath echoing off the walls would come back to them as she flipped her hair out of her face.  She would turn to him, her beautiful face flushed, brilliant green eyes wide as a plea came from her plump parted lips...

*****

Marshal's Law, book 1 in the series is available now on Amazon if you'd like to get a jump start before the release of Jackson's Justice.

Stay tuned for a release date... sometime this month.

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WIP It Up Christmas Eve.

Merry Christmas one and all.  

As a holiday treat, I'm sharing the opening to my upcoming release, the long awaited sequel to Marshal's Law.  

This is Heath Jackson's story.  Join me as I harken back to Laramie, Wyoming.  1878.  This is eldest son Heath Jackson's story.  Hurt and humiliated by a woman in the past, he's decided love and marriage aren't for him.  He sticks to the safe women in town, worldly-wise widows or the ladies who are willing to spend time with him without expecting more at the end of the night.

Aaron can see to carrying on the Jackson name.  A confirmed bachelor, Heath enjoys working his families ranch.  That all changes when Jenny Harper, a family friend keeps getting herself into one scrape after another.  What's a man to do, except bail the curvy redhead out and take her over his knee when the need arises.

Official blurb, cover and release date coming soon.  For now, enjoy an excerpt from Jackson's Justice, Book 2 in my Silverbend Ranch Series. 

Isn't it nice that Heath and Aaron are spitting
 images of each other?  That way we get to look
at Joe again, my inspiration for both Aaron
            of book 1, and big brother Heath of book 2.
<heavy, appreciative sigh>

A wealth of her red-gold hair glimmering like a fall sunset drew his eye.  The body beneath it garnered his attention as well.  As she walked up the main aisle, Heath Jackson perused the woman openly from his seat near the back.  An unusual mix of reds and gold, shot through with an occasional strand of reddish brown—akin to copper—her hair was nothing like he’d ever seen before.  It was gathered high at the back of her head in a clip that barely contained the bounty and allowed several long springy tendrils to escape.  He imagined it was breathtaking when falling loose around her shoulders.  His fingers burned to release the high knot, spear into the mass and finger comb the glossy curls that would surely reach to her lower back, or beyond to her pert little bottom.

Despite the small bustle on her dress, he could discern a narrow waist, curvy hips and what he imagined was a sweetly rounded bottom.  He’d developed quite an imagination when the despicable birdcages had come into fashion and hid on of his favorite feminine features from view.  At least he no longer had to try to determine a woman’s shape beneath one of those awful hoop skirts.  

As the woman moved along, she nodded at folks, pausing every now and again for a brief word or to clasp hands.  Near the front, she leaned over to hug an elderly woman who was too frail to stand.  The position pulled her skirt tight across her hips and Heath nearly swallowed his tongue.  Images of the beauty bent over with her bottom bared for him flooded his mind. 

Without benefit of the skirt and whatever fripperies she wore beneath, he would guide her curvy body over one of the benches.  Naked, her bare bottom upraised, she would tremble ever so slightly in anticipation. Stretching forward, she’d reach toward the bench seat, her breasts swaying freely, the glorious mass of her Titian hair tumbling over her shoulders and onto the cushions, spreading out like a fan.

She would strain toward the floor, her toes pointed downward, just out of reach.  As she balanced precariously, he would enjoy teasing glimpses of the sweet treasure that lay between her thighs, the glistening pink flesh framed by a perfect thatch of red-gold curls.

Breathless and eager for that first touch, for the fervent kiss of his hard palm on her rounded behind, she would whimper softly through her plump, parted lips. 

Ever gracious, he wouldn’t make her wait. 

Beginning low on the back of her silken thigh, he’d run his hand slowly upward, gliding over the rounded hills of her bottom cheeks.  His fingertips grazing along the cleft of her bottom, would dip inside to test her wetness and heat.

As she trembled in response, his purpose would come back to him.  A long time in coming, she had earned this spanking for teasing him, flirting outrageously, holding herself away from him and building his need to a fever pitch.

Unable to wait any longer, his hand would rear back, returning swiftly to connect with a smarting crack across her pristine behind.  A sharp intake of breath echoing off the walls would come back to them as she flipped her hair out of her face.  She would turn to him, her beautiful face flushed, brilliant green eyes wide as a plea came from her plump parted lips...

Fantasy became reality in that moment as the redhead turned and he saw her brilliant green eyes, which seemed to gaze straight at him.



I wish I had a buy link for you, hurry Mr. Publisher, please...   Believe me, I'm as impatient as you.   


Get an early start and hop around the blog, relax with some sexy excerpts before the gifts, food and chaos of the holiday begins.  Enjoy.

A HOT BDSM Fairy Tale with Maggie Carpenter on Wicked Wanton Wednesday

Once upon a time, Maggie Carpenter invaded Wicked Wanton Wednesday with a freakin' HOT BDSM fairy tale...

and Maddie Taylor swooned happily ever after!

Yum-mee!!!

I only have one question, with a title like THE WARRIOR AND THE PETULANT PRINCESS is a blurb even necessary?  

Immediately, my wicked mind conjured up visions of a royal princess with her glittering gown up around her shoulders while squirming, wriggling and displaying her naughty behind over a brawny, hard muscled thigh of a brave, commanding take no sh#t warrior knight.   

<heavy sigh... heavier panting... squirming and a little wriggle of my own>  

However, since Maggie brought along a blurb, let's give it a look-see before we move on to the best part, the wicked wanton excerpt.

Maggie and her sexy snippets has certainly become one of my favorite guests.   

THE WARRIOR AND THE PETULANT PRINCESS 

By Maggie Carpenter

BLURB

“The days that you issue commands are over,” he admonished. “I shall spank you as you deserve, and if you dare to bark at me again I will keep my promise and remove this thin undergarment."

In this romantic BDSM fairy tale, an elite warrior delivers lustful spankings to the deserving bottom of his pampered Princess while tantalizingly teaching her the joys of the flesh. Princess Lizbett learns that while punishment can be painful, the rewards of surrender to the arms of a loving Dominant, offers not just an ironic sense of freedom, but ultimate pleasure.

       Once upon a time, in a lustrous kingdom named Verdana, lived a strong-willed, petulant Princess named Lizbett, the only child of the kingdom’s sovereign monarch, King Handerah. Though the King had attempted to discipline his difficult daughter it proved impossible; her appealing violet eyes would melt his heart, and she’d continue with her willful ways.

       As a young woman, she had fallen madly in crush with a mysterious young man who was working in the castle stables for the summer. His name was Larian; his hair fell in long shimmering ringlets and his clear aqua eyes sparkled into hers.

       “You are so spoiled,” he’d whispered. “I must leave here soon, but when I am grown I will be back, and then I will teach you many things.”

       He kept his promise, but when he returned she was shocked to learn he was from Zanderone, a kingdom of mighty warriors. He had won the title of Warrior of the First Order, and it soon became clear he was more than man enough to deal with her rash, reckless, and selfish behavior.

      

“What is this?” she protested, and as she attempted to sit up she discovered she could not; her opposite wrist and both her ankles were also tethered. “Who has done this to me?” she wailed. “Show yourself. You must be a coward to tie a woman like this.”

       Movement across the room caught her eye, and she sighed in relief when she saw it was Larian.

       “Thank goodness! Look, Larian, look what someone has done to me!”

       She watched him ambling towards the bed and began squirming impatiently.

       “Why are you moving so slowly? Please, Larian, please hurry and get me out of these ropes.”

       He stopped at the foot of the bed, and crossing his arms he glowered down at her.

       “I tied you!” he declared.

       “What? You? Why?”

       “If you do not know then I must leave,” he growled walking away.

       “Wait? Where are you going? You can’t leave me like this. I won’t allow it. Why? Why did you do this? Tell me, I demand you tell me.”

       Ignoring her he continued to move away, but just as he was about to leave the chamber he turned around.

       “Think about the question you asked me,” he said sternly, then disappeared through the curtain.

       “STOP! COME BACK HERE!”

       Her voice was loud and shrill, and she groaned with great relief when he suddenly reappeared.

       “Thank goodness! I should think so!”

       He moved swiftly across the room, and only when he sat next to her did she notice what was in his hand.

       “No, not the horse bit thing, no!”

       “Screaming is not acceptable. I’m going to leave it right here,” he said placing it next to her. “If you yell like that again it will go inside your mouth, but be warned, I’ve added a very distasteful potion and you won’t like it.”

       “How long are you going to leave me here,” she pleaded.

       “I told you to think about the last question you asked, before you began screeching that is. When you have the answer to that question, then, and only then, will I consider releasing you.”

       Speechless, she watched him stand up and march away, then stared at the bit laying next to her. She wanted to wail at him, she wanted to yell and pound her fists on his chest, but she certainly didn’t want that thing back between her teeth. Sighing heavily she closed her eyes and thought about his comment.

       “I told you to think about the last question you asked.”

       Why? That was my question, why did you do this to me? He’s punishing me for something, yes, he’s punishing me. That’s the answer. Wait, that’s only part of the answer. Why is he punishing me? Ooh, because I snuck into his chamber and climbed into bed with him. Of course, but he was sleeping. What does it matter? If only I’d woken first I could have snuck away and he’d never have known. Oh well, at least I have the answer now.

       “Larian, I know why,” she called.

       Silence.

       “Larian!” she called again, a little louder.

       “LARIAN!”

       His body whistled through the curtain and zipped across the room so quickly she barely had time to catch her breath before he was placing the bit between her teeth.

       “HUMPHH!”

       “I warned you,” he said sternly, standing up scowling down at her. “Does everyone jump when you yell? Did you expect me to come running because you think you have the answer? Foolish girl,” he scolded.  “You called once, that was enough. You will learn I will come when I’m ready to come, not because you yell for me. I was very clear, scream and the bit goes in your mouth. Now you will stay tied up even longer.”

       “Hmphf,” she bleated, her eyes pleading up at him.

       “Enough! Not another sound!”

       Turning quickly he strode away, and as Lizbett saw the curtain flutter in his wake the first bitter taste of the potion on the hard rubber between her lips began to fill her mouth.

       Oh, this is dreadful, what is it? Ooh, this is... but before she could finish her thought a small voice began chattering in her head.

       Larian is a warrior, he is a Warrior Of The First Order, he is a Commander. His will is iron, his promise is gold, his threats are real, his mind is as sharp as his sword. You have his love, but if you want him you have to realize he means what he says.  If you want him you will have to obey him. If you want him you will have to be...a...a good girl, a really good girl.

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Learn more about the author, Maggie Carpenter, at the following links:

www.MaggieCarpenter.com

www.MaggieCarpenter.com/blog

www.Amazon.com/author/maggiecarpenter

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Thank you for dropping by today Maggie.  You are my last guest of 2014.  

I will have a special New Year wrap up post but otherwise, stay tuned to WWW in 2015 for more exciting author guest spots, wonderful excerpts, and awesome interviews.

Merry Christmas to all and I hope Santa brings you lots of Amazon dollars to keep you warm through the long, cold winter.