It is my pleasure to welcome back to my blog today Katherine Deane with her critically acclaimed book Dancing with a Dom.
Taglines:
Beauty comes in all shapes and sizes.
Can Macy find love dancing in the arms of a Dom?
Blurb:
To this day, I’m still not sure which is more embarrassing.
Being left by your husband who says you are fat, overbearing, and frigid in bed.
Or having to change partners midway through a season of televised dancing—because your partner can’t lift you.
Both hurt. A lot. The first made me want to curl up into a little ball and hibernate. Since I had plenty of fat to store away for the winter, it didn’t sound like a bad idea.
The second left me so angry, I waltzed the man through his own set of moves—straight up to the full mirror. Then I lifted him. Luckily, he didn’t get hurt. And I didn’t get sued.
But that’s how I ended up over the knee of the hottest man I have ever met.
After he spanked me, he became my new partner.
We danced.
NOTE: This novella originally appeared in the USA TODAY BESTSELLER Bound, Spanked and Loved: Fourteen Kinky Valentine's Day Stories.
This story has been reedited. 10k words of hot new scenes!
Buy link:
FREE on Kindle Unlimited
Please note: Dancing with a Dom is an erotic romance novel that includes spankings, sexual scenes, and more. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.
Excerpt:
The head dude in charge loomed above me, for a few minutes. Waiting for me to make up my mind, I guess. Since I couldn’t go invisible, I had to face him. I straightened and acknowledged him with an embarrassed grimace.
“I’m sorry. I don’t know what got into me. I’m not usually like this.” Why I pleaded my case before this stern-faced man I don’t know. But I did. Maybe I didn’t want him to think I was a bully. I certainly felt like one.
“When’s the last time you ate?”
Of all the questions he could have asked me—where are you from, why are you so angry, are you married, why did you make my dancer cry—this one caught me off guard.
“I…”
“Have you taken a break since you started this morning?”
“No, sir.” Where did that come from? Great, I was falling for the big, stern daddy type. All right, spank my bottom like the naughty girl I am. Just please don’t send me to bed hungry.
The corner of his mouth quirked up.
Oh God, did I say that out loud? I waited for the universe to swallow me whole, as my whole body overheated with embarrassment.
“Here’s what’s going to happen.” He took my hand, and propelled me toward the door. “We’re going to head over to the deli and get something in your stomach. Then we’re going to talk about what’s going on in your head. And then I’m going to turn you over my knee and spank you for being so mean to my favorite employee.”
Okay, we had a plan. A course of action for the day. A full list with everything laid out— “Wait, what did you say?”
Leaning in with a toothy grin, he pulled me closer to him. “You heard me the first time. I’m going to spank your ass, naughty girl.”
Well, that made my panties wet.
