How do you spell hot? M-a-g-g-i-e-C-a-r-p-e-n-t-e-r! To warm up your cool autumn nights, she has a new release out. Rough Gentleman is a Victorian suspense novel with enough heat to melt your Kindle! Check out the excerpt!
Blurb: Malcolm Mead isn’t the kind of man who would leave a woman out in the cold, and when a young lady dressed in little more than rags is accused of theft by one of his neighbors he decides to offer the beautiful, bedraggled girl a place to stay. But when his guest attempts to steal from him, Malcolm does not hesitate to bare her bottom and chastise her sternly and shamefully.
As he seeks to tame the wayward girl he has taken in, Malcolm cannot help noticing her body’s helpless response to his strict correction, and soon she is quivering with need as he shows her how intensely pleasurable it can be to surrender herself completely to his bold, skillful dominance. But his reluctant ward has a secret, one that could put both their lives at great risk…
Publisher’s Note: Rough Gentleman includes sexual scenes and spankings. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.
Excerpt:
“While I am concerned for your welfare, I cannot possibly allow this evening to continue without administering punishment for your attempted thievery. Whether titled or not, you had no right to take that snuff box, and I have to wonder what else might be hidden beneath your dress?”
“There’s nothing, I assure you.”
Suddenly marching away from her, he locked both doors, then strode back to her.
“Connie, we will not be interrupted. Please give me the snuff box!”
“But—”
“Now!”
He could see her nervousness, but she raised her dress and removed the silver box from a makeshift pocket in her petticoat.
“Here you are,” she murmured demurely, placing it on the coffee table.
“Stand up.”
Though it took her a moment, she pushed herself up from the chair. Walking forward and standing in front of her, he noticed her eyes weren’t just green, but carried tiny flecks of brown. An unexpected blush crossed her pale face, and her lips parted as if she might speak.
Malcolm caught his breath.
A desire to wrap her into his arms and kiss her passionately had hurtled through him like lightning bolt.
He’d planned to spank her, but now he wanted to do more.
Much more.
“Kneel on the chair with your back to me,” he said sternly, “and I warn you, Connie, don’t make me repeat myself.”
“But—”
“I meant everything I said. My offer of hospitality remains, but I also meant it when I said you must be punished. Whether you choose to run away after I have disciplined you, or you accept my help, you will not leave this room until I have made sure of two things. The first, you have nothing else secreted away, and the second, you have been appropriately chastised. Now kneel on the edge of the chair, grip the arms, lean forward, and arch your back.”
She didn’t move.
“I’m going to count to three. If you’re not in position, I shall tie you over the chaise lounge near the window. One—”
Letting out a short, startled cry, she turned around and climbed on the soft cushion, taking up the pose he’d instructed.
Malcolm’s cock, already stirring, surged to life.
Not only was she beautiful and refined, as her dress fell over her bottom he could see it was wonderfully round. Whatever weight she might have lost, her backside had retained its voluptuous curves.
But he didn’t have time to dally.
Marching forward, he moved her dress up to her waist, but as he raised her petticoat he was surprised to find she wore only one. He was gazing at her drawers.
“As you can see, sir, I have nothing else hidden.
Though her voice had been tremulous, it had been tinged with defiance.
“I don’t know that for certain,” he replied firmly, reaching around her to untie the cord holding up the remaining garment. “Women have other secret places in which tiny objects can be concealed.”
“I have done no such thing!” she exclaimed, staring at him over her shoulder.
“There’s only one way to find out, Connie, and I intend to.”
“No,” she gasped as the cord came loose and he yanked down her drawers. “Why have you done this?”
“You know why, and unless you want the servants to hear you, I suggest you be quiet.”|
His remark worked. As he moved his palm over her bottom, she remained stoically silent.
“I’m going to spank you. It will be quick, but I will not hold back. Do not put your hands behind you, and I will remind you again not to yell out. Have I made myself clear?”
“Sir, you have made yourself clear, but this is wrong.”
“No, Connie, this is right. You must be punished. You’ve been stealing.”
Standing at the side of the chair, he leaned over, wrapped his arm around her waist, and landed several hard smacks to both cheeks.
“If you choose to remain here, I will not hesitate to spank you again if it’s needed.”
Without waiting for her response, he continued to rain his hand on her naked bottom, his stinging slaps covering the breadth of her backside, then finished with a torrent of swats where her thighs met her bottom. Though she’d gasped and kicked out, she didn’t scream or beg him to stop.
“I’ve finished,” he declared, rubbing her skin, “but stay as you are. I must be sure you’ve not carrying any other stolen items.”
“I promise you, sir, I have nothing,” she gasped. “Please, let me be.”
“This will only take a moment, but if you don’t cooperate I shall spank you again. Behave, and my examination will be over quickly.”
He waited for a response, but receiving none, he took her silence as surrender. Slipping his fingers into her pussy, he found her surprisingly slick, and as he pushed into her channel, he was taken aback to find no resistance. Suddenly gasping, she threw back her head, and though she didn’t cry out or try to stop him, she lewdly wriggled against his touch.
She was aroused!
Though sorely tempted to rub her clit and bring her to a climax, he didn’t know how long it might take, and it occurred to him, leaving her wanting might be of later benefit. Wishing he could free his manhood and plunge inside her, he took a long deep breath, then returned his attention to her backside.
“One last place to check,” he decreed, “then you can straighten out your clothes.”
“You can’t mean—”
But already spreading her cheeks, he inserted his finger into her dark hole. As she dropped her head into her hands, he heard a long low, moan. He waited a moment, then withdrew his hand, lifted her drawers, and reaching his arms around her, he knotted the cord.
“You took your punishment well,” he said softly, lowering her petticoat and dress, “and I’m very pleased I found nothing more.”
Wordlessly she slid off the chair, turned around, and gingerly sat down.
“Connie, do you have anything to say?”
“Indeed I do,” she mumbled, raising her eyes to meet his. “You have punished me, and you have humiliated me, but you haven’t broken me. Others have done far worse.”
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USA TODAY Bestselling author Maggie Carpenter has published over sixty romance novels.
Her heroes include amorous aliens, kinky cowboys, brawny barbarians, tempting tycoons, and Harley-riding bikers. Her smart, witty, strong-willed heroines bring unexpected challenge, mystery and humor into the lives of their passionate, take-charge men.
Maggie has a history in show-business but moved from Los Angeles to the Pacific Northwest to pursue her writing. She shares her world with a beautiful mare and an adorable mutt rescued from a junkyard in Tijuana.
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