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Forbidden (A Dark Necessities Prequel book 3) by Felicity Brandon

Are you looking for a hot book? Look no further - Maggie Ryan has a recommendation for you: “Truly a fantastic journey you won't want to miss.” From her review of Forbidden by Felicity Brandon. This is book 3 in the Dark Necessities prequel series.

Nobody survives Ethan Reilly…

Blurb:

Once upon a time, I was a monster.
A predator who seized women just to get my kicks.
And then along came Lily. Lily—the light that chased my demons away.
Consumed with love for her, I finally put the sins of those torrid times behind me, until one dark day, everything changes.
I’m lured back into the shadows, the monster awoken again and now it will take every ounce of Lily’s submission to pull me back from the brink.
My betrayal sends our lives into a spiral of despair, and with justice looming on the horizon, it’s time we faced The End. 
Forbidden is a gripping, powerful, and emotional page turner with a breathtaking climax for fans of dark romance with a twist of true crime. It is the third in The Dark Necessities Prequels trilogy.
Disclaimer: Forbidden contains fantasy scenes appropriate for mature readers. Ages 18 and over only! Nothing in this book should be interpreted as the author’s condoning or endorsing any of the activities depicted.

Universal Buy link:  http://mybook.to/Forbidden

Goodreads TBR: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/46761314-forbidden

Excerpt

Ethan’s cock throbbed with need at the way Lily responded to his decision. Her already flaming cheeks seemed to blush harder and her breaths were coming out in short pants. He threw her a smile as he closed the drawer and made his way back to the bed clutching his choice of implements. As his shins hit the side of the covers, he tossed them down, just a few inches from Lily’s head.
She lifted her gaze, eyeing all three with obvious suspicion.
“So, my naughty wife prefers the paddle, does she?” he asked, for some reason still talking about Lily in the third person even though she was right there on her knees in front of him. There was just something about the deed, somehow it seemed to objectify Lily further—an objective they both wanted him to achieve.
“Does that mean I should use it first or last?”
Lily’s wide eyes met his gaze. “Sir?”
He didn’t have to look into her thoughts to see the panic swelling in her now, Lily’s body language was giving it away effortlessly and his erection grew as a direct result. After all this time, that flicker of fear in Lily’s gaze still made him hard. But then Ethan guessed some things would never change.
“Never mind,” he told her with a smile. “I have decided to be kind and save the best until last for you.”
She gasped, probably uncertain if that was a kindness or not, but wisely, Lily said nothing. Ethan reached forward, selecting the thin cane from just beyond her nose and holding it up for inspection. It had been a very long time since he’d last caned Lily, but based on the huffing and puffing that was coming from her, she hadn’t forgotten its keen bite.
“Oh God!”
The words left her lips in a rushed breath and Ethan knew how much effort it was taking for Lily to remain in position for him. Every instinct in her body was telling her to get up and run for the door.
“But you’re not going to run, are you, Lily?”
She pressed her palms down in front of her, as though she needed to ground herself. “No, sir,” she promised. “But please. I hate that thing.”
Ethan lowered the cane and moved toward her. “Hate is a strong word, little one,” he replied in a soft voice. “You may not like it, but do you deserve it?”
Lily screwed her face up. “Maybe, sir, but—”
He lifted the cane above her prone arse as her protest began, bringing it down swiftly across both helpless cheeks and ending her sentence.
She leapt from the bed at the impact, yelling out into the covers as she buried her face in them.
“There will be no excuses, Lily.” Ethan’s voice was little more than a growl as he tilted his head to assess the mark the implement had made against her pale skin. “You will kneel there and take your punishment like a good girl. Got it?”
Lily lifted her head, blinking away tears as she answered. “Yes, sir. I’ve got it.”
Ethan nodded. “Good. Six strokes of the cane then?”
He presented it as a question, though he didn’t know why. Lily’s fate was already sealed.
“Six more, sir?” she whined.
“Absolutely, six more,” he repeated. “That first one was just a warning about what happens when we don’t accept our punishment.”
She pressed her face back into the covers at that and Ethan smiled. It was such an ironic sentiment coming from a man like him—a man who had successfully dodged his punishment for decades. Inching forward he raised the cane over her vulnerable backside.
“You’re going to thank me for each strike, Mrs. Reilly,” he told her. “And then, once we’re finished with the cane, you can tell me what you’re being punished for.”
Lily sniffed, twisting her head at the news. “Yes, sir,” she mewled.
Ethan swatted her with the cane again, and this time he did it with real force. He watched with satisfaction as Lily’s fingers clawed at their bedding, but somehow, she swallowed down the pain. Ethan smiled. He was almost proud of her.
She lifted her head. “Thank you, sir,” she managed, although Ethan could tell it was killing her to have to say the words.
“You’re welcome,” he replied happily. “That was one.”
He landed the next strike a little lower than the first and this time she squealed.
”Damn it, Ethan! That hurts so much!”
“Good,” he told her sternly. “I want it to bloody hurt, Lily. I want you to remember why it hurts every time you try and sit down.”
She inhaled at that, the defiance radiating from her body. “Thank you, sir.”
That was said between gritted teeth, but still, she had said it. That’s what counted. Ethan could work on getting her to mean it as they went.
“That’s two, Lily. Brace yourself.”
Lily’s cheeks tensed at his command and Ethan wanted to chuckle.
“Not like that,” he chided, tapping her cheeks with the end of the cane. “Relax those cheeks and just be ready.”
She panted again, and in Lily’s thoughts Ethan caught a myriad of complaints, but he ignored them, instead lining up his next shot. He aimed for the place her thighs met by delicious arse, and this time Lily jumped clear from the bed at the hurt.
“Ow, ow, ow!” she yelped, reaching around to claw at the punished area.
“Get those hands away,” he barked. “You know better than that, Lily!”
He ensured he locked gazes with her and Lily bit her lip in shame as she withdrew her palms. “I’m sorry, sir,” she whimpered. “But it’s too much.”
No, it’s not, his thoughts told her. It’s not even close to being too much, sweetheart.
Watery eyes blinked at him.
Accept your fate or I will be harder on you.
It took a moment, but Ethan saw the moment she ceded the point. Her shoulders slumped, her head falling forward again.
“Better,” he praised. “Now, thank me and then you can tell me how many strikes you have left.”
Lily shifted her head miserably. “Thank you, sir,” she mumbled. “There are three to go.”
Though God knows how I’ll get through them.
“You’ll get through them,” Ethan said with a smile. “You’ll get through all of it, and do you know why, little girl?”
Lily’s gaze had the temerity to narrow at that. “Because I deserve it, sir.”
“Right,” he replied. “Now spread those legs and get ready. The last three are coming hard and fast.”

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Fallen by Felicity Brandon

If you’ve tasted the Dark Necessities series by Felicity Brandon, you’ll want to one-click Fallen right away. It’s book two in the Prequel series.

She should have run while she had the chance…

Blurb:

Lily Simpson escapes, leaving her brooding captor to rot, but she’s still not free. Unable to resist the forbidden temptation Ethan Reilly offers, Lily is once again drawn back into his dangerous web of power and surrender (switch to submission).
When they travel north, their desire blooms into something even darker—something Lily both detests and adores in equal measure. But when she learns of the fate of her best friend, everything changes. The question is, will there be a second opportunity to escape Ethan’s clutches?
Suspenseful, thought-provoking, and peppered with breathtaking scenes, this fast-paced psychological, dark romance will haunt you.

Disclaimer: Fallen contains sensual scenes including spankings, bondage and discipline and other sexual activities. These are fantasies only, intended for adults only. Strong stuff but worth it. If such subjects offend you, please do not buy this book.

Universal Buy link: http://mybook.to/Fallen

How about some sexy snippets before we get to the excerpt?

  • Free was a relative concept when you belonged to Ethan Reilly.

  • There was the contradiction—her man was part paramour and part monster—and she could never keep up with whom she was in bed with.

  • He couldn’t have her love by making her his prisoner, but fuck, it was tempting.
    Too tempting.

  • And if it came to it, Ethan knew he could damn well try.

  • “Stop it, Ethan,” she gasped. “You’re hurting me.”
    His cock roused at the way she made that sound. “But you like it when I make it hurt, baby,” he whispered. “I know you do.”

And now for a bigger slice of this delectable pie, an excerpt:

Whoever had said fruit was good for you was absolutely right, and as he watched the end of the banana slip into Lily’s tight little cunt for the sixth and seventh times, Ethan wanted to growl with delight. It was almost worth having been locked in the cellar yesterday; all the angst as he broke his way out, and all the work he’d have to achieve to tidy and replace the door—just for this—this moment where he could bind, gag and torment his little angel with the tip of his breakfast.
Her mind was still full of complaints for the intrusion, but Ethan just smiled at them. Lily forgot that it wasn’t only her mind he had access to, but her body as well, and although he could sense the tension in her hips as she tried, unsuccessfully, to keep them in place for the fruit, he could also see the way her nipples had hardened to small points again, and how rapidly her breaths were coming in and out of her flared nostrils. Lily was loving being fucked by the banana—however much she wanted to protest the point.
“Lily, you are so fucking fabulous,” he praised, unable to control himself as he withdrew the end of the fruit from her pussy again.
Her knees splayed for him, and in what he assumed was an unthinking gesture, Lily pushed her hips up toward him. He eyed her pink, swollen flesh hungrily. Fuck, he wanted to go down on her right at that moment, and see how fantastic she tasted now that she’d been invaded by his healthy breakfast, but he couldn’t—not yet. First, Ethan needed to torture her just a little but more. Holding the banana in his hand, he lifted it aloft, so Lily was able to eye it from her place bound to the bed.
“My, my, my, little lady,” he said with a grin. “Look at all those hot, slick juices over my morning fruit.”
Ethan shot her a filthy smile, and he licked his lips as he drew the banana closer to his face, taking in the scent of her sex as it approached. Lily panted in response, her face flaming with her obvious shame, but he could also sense how excited she was, and how enthralling she was finding the show he was putting on for her.
“I wonder how much better it tastes now?” he asked aloud as his gaze fell to the fruit again.
And then, slowly—excruciatingly slowly—he brought the banana to his lips, taking a large bite of the end that he’d fucked Lily with. The taste of her arousal flooded the back of his throat as he chewed on the fruit, and Ethan’s free hand slid to his desperate erection out of instinct. Fuck, he couldn’t wait to get inside her. He had planned on starting by eating her sweet pussy, but since they had all day, he didn’t see any problem with taking what belonged to him again first. There would still be ample time to play the game of pleasure and denial.
He took another huge bite of the fruit. This piece hadn’t really been inside her, but just the look of horrified embarrassment on Lily’s face made the gesture worthwhile. Then, tossing the remaining piece aside, he lunged for her scintillating body, landing in a press up position between her legs.
“I need to have you.” His voice was like a throaty whisper, and she eyed him with desire as he positioned his cock against her sodden entrance.
“Ohhh!”
Lily called out against the gag as he plunged his hard shaft inside her. He’d wanted to take his time; to show restraint, but tormenting her had been even more fun than Ethan had imagined, and now his passion seemed a living, breathing thing of its own. And its hunger was urgent and consuming. Beneath him, Lily splayed herself still wider, showing her willingness to welcome his intrusion despite the ball between her teeth and the ropes at her wrists. Staring down into those green eyes, he saw the fire burning in her gaze—she wanted him as much as he wanted her—and even though this was supposed to be a punishment, her consent made him feel like a fucking king.

Flawed by Felicity Brandon

Who doesn’t love a new book by Felicity Brandon? This month the first in her Dark Necessities Prequel, book 1 was released. Flawed is dark and powerful and reviewers love it.

One powerful serial killer. One visceral connection.

Blurb:
Men like Ethan Reilly should never fall in love. Dark, enigmatic and dangerous, Ethan is the perfect predator until he meets Lily Simpson, a woman passionate enough to placate him and strong enough to surrender to him.
For a while Lily’s love is enough.
But the darkness inside Ethan is too powerful to contain, and soon it spills into their burgeoning love affair. As he wrestles with his demons, Ethan must come to terms with who he really is, but if he does, what happens to Lily? Can any love be strong enough to survive a past as terrible as Ethan’s? And what kind of future can they forge from the ashes of his awful admission?Read Flawed, a Dark Necessities prequel, and discover the making of not one, but two monsters.
Disclaimer: Flawed is intended for mature readers. 18 and over only! Scenes include spanking adult women, power exchanges, and explicitly sexual situations. These scenes are fantasies only, suitable for discerning readers. If such content may offend, please do not buy this book

Buy link: Amazon

Excerpt:
Lily stood bent over and completely naked in front of him. It was like something out of one of Ethan’s fantasies, and a part of him could barely believe they were both actually here and not dreaming.
“Fabulous,” he purred as she stepped gingerly out of her adorable panties. “Now, just stay right there.”
“Like this?” she gasped.
Ethan was on his feet in a second, slapping her prone arse at Lily’s error. “What was that, Lily?”
“Sir!” she exclaimed, correcting herself at once. “I’m sorry.”
He gently trailed a finger over the curve of her behind, aware of the way his cock jumped at the touch. “You need to remember, beautiful,” he warned her. “You don’t want to add my belt to this evening.”
Lily’s body tensed under his fingertip. He actually felt the discernible tautness as his hand shifted to the top of her thighs.
“I will remember, sir,” she panted.
He bet she would.
“This is every inch as good as I’d imagined,” he murmured. “I need you naked around here all the time.”
“Ethan,” she breathed. “Sir.”
He edged left, tilting his head to examine her face. “Don’t you like being nude for me?” he inquired.
Ethan watched as her face began to color.
“It’s so… different,” she conceded at length. “I feel so vulnerable like this.”
That made him chortle. Vulnerable was exactly what Lily was now, and as if he wanted to reinforce the point, he moved his hand to the underside of her pussy and cupped her sex. Her nest of hair was wet already, suggesting Lily’s vulnerability made her horny, as well as helpless.
“You’re mine,” he reminded her in a resolute tone. “All you need to think about is being my good girl. Do you understand?”
One finger slipped idly into her sex, eliciting a gasp from Lily’s lips before she responded.
“Yes, sir,” she panted.
Ethan’s excitement swelled at the reply, combining with the incredible sensation of her hot snatch. He needed to slow down himself, and remember this was Lily’s first time following his instructions, yet everything about her made him want to shove his erection straight into her wet, needy passage.
“I’d like to teach you something new tonight,” he murmured as he probed a little deeper. “Are you up for the challenge?”
A small whimper escaped Lily’s lips.
“Was that a yes?” he replied with a laugh, easing the digit from her wonderful sex.
She gasped. “Yes, sir.”
“Good girl,” he answered, slapping her exposed behind playfully. “Then let’s have you down on your hands and knees by my feet, Lily.”

Double Takes by Pippa Greathouse

Pippa Greathouse is back with an exciting new book, Double Takes. This contemporary novel combines mystery with a spicy dash of erotica.

Adam has his own set of rules, intended to keep Samantha safe

Blurb: 

Samantha Hillis, a widow of three years, has just begun to put her life back together when a shooter in the parking lot of the mall destroys dozens of cars and causes multiple injuries. Sam is pulled into the arms of Adam Stapleton, a handsome lieutenant of the Highway Patrol, and she feels for the first time in years what it’s like to be held in a man’s arms. And it’s wonderful.

But Adam has his own set of rules, intended to keep her safe.

As a series of double-takes and other events happen that make her doubt her own judgement, she realizes she’s been drawn into a web of suspicion. She’s now the object of a murder investigation, of stalking, and her own home has been broken into and ransacked. The only one she can trust now is Adam.

Disclaimer: Double Takes is intended for mature readers. 18 and over only! Scenes include spanking adult women and explicitly sexual situations. If such content may offend, please do not buy this book. 

Buy link: Amazon

Excerpt:

 “Don’t pick those up. Just tell me what they say, and I’ll bring them.”

“Nonsense. I’m strong as an ox.” She lifted it, surprised that it weighed as much as it did.

“Samantha!”

Surprised at his tone of voice, she froze. He moved toward her and took it from her, frowning.  “What did I just tell you?”

“Not to, but I’m—”

“I heard what you said.” His voice was firm. “This is my house. I’ll do the heavy stuff. Do you hear me?”

She took a step backward, away from him. “I hear you.”

“Then do as I say.” His voice was not just firm. There was a stern quality to it.

She stared at him, speechless, and blinked. She was at a loss. It wasn’t the first time today that he’d used that tone of voice with her.

“I don’t like being scolded.” She had to admit, she sounded petulant.

 “There’s a way to avoid it.” He moved into the kitchen with the oversized box, setting it on the island. When she didn’t respond, he turned to her. “Some of these are quite heavy. I don’t want to be responsible for you getting hurt.”

“I’m accustomed to doing things for myself.  And I’ve handled heavier things than this.”

He leaned one hand on the countertop, turning. “I’m absolutely sure that’s true. And perhaps in the past three years you’ve had to do it a lot. On the other hand, this is my house and right now you’re my responsibility, so these are my rules. Now. That’s all I’m going to say about it, except for this. The next time I see you doing it, I’ll smack your bottom.”

She gasped. “You wouldn’t dare.”

His face was close to hers; quite close.

“Try me.”

Pippa Greathouse in her own words

An assignment by my elegant and sweet fifth grade teacher was what started it all. The assignment: to write a short story and read it aloud to the class.

Enter a story about a group of fifth grade kids camping in the woods who were attacked by a Grizzly; add body parts everywhere and kids being mauled to death one by one, and pile on top one horrified teacher (Poor Mrs. J!). The kids thought it was cool, however, and I was hooked.

Writing continued throughout Junior and Senior High, in the form of space stories, then spy stories, and by the time I reached high school, had turned into romances!  Every year when spring fever hit, I would take my notebook outside at lunchtime, and soak up the sun, and write. Then I would take it home and type it up on onionskin paper, on an old Underwood typewriter (Yes, I know I'm old!)

One day a few years ago while cleaning, I came upon a tote containing a wad of onionskin paper, rolled up. I was delighted to find a story that I had written when I was about eighteen, and thought, "Hmm, I wonder what would happen if I sat down and re-wrote this? And submitted it?”

My favorite Heroine? One with intelligence, integrity, courage, and firm determination. I love to have the heroine and hero ‘make a difference’ in the surroundings and lives of others in the story.

And needless to say, my favorite hero is an "Alpha male" who loves his woman to distraction, but is smart (yes, in my opinion, smart is extremely sexy!) stern, and willing to be as strict as necessary to protect her from danger, even danger from herself.

Connect with Pippa Greathouse

Email: pippagreathouse@gmail.com

Amazon author page: https://www.amazon.com/-/e/B01MY1AWFG

Website: http://www.pippagreathouse.com/

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/pippagreathouse/

Twitter: https://twitter.com/PippaG6

Bookbub: https://www.bookbub.com/profile/pippa-greathouse

More exciting titles from Pippa Greathouse and Blushing Books:

The Strasburg Chronicles (5 Book Series)

Angelica’s Rescuer: Book one

Merrie’s Hero: Book two

Cinderella’s Lawman: Book three

The Return of Lucy Grace: Book four

Macie’s War: Book five

Standalone Time Travel Romance

Time for Change

Strasburg, the New Generation

Judging Cicely

Katie’s Maverick

Groomed by Bethany Leigh

Bethany Leigh is here today with an exciting new book, unlike any other I’ve heard of in the domestic discipline genre. Part mystery, part domestic discipline with the spotlight on the spanking community, it promises to be an exciting read. Groomed is being released on March 16th.

Watch this space for a buy link. Until then, follow Bethany Leigh on Amazon for news of its release.  

One vanilla husband. One frustrated spanko wife. One charming disciplinarian. And one missing backpacker. Is Charlotte being GROOMED?

Blurb

It’s 1999 and Charlotte and Connor have just got the internet at home. One night, Charlotte comes across an intriguing forum. It consists mostly of women posters whose husbands discipline them when they misbehave. In other words, they’re living Charlotte’s dream!

Charlotte’s marriage is in trouble. Work and family pressures have pushed her and Connor apart. The forum posters claim domestic discipline makes marriages closer, more intimate, that sex is through the roof. Charlotte wonders whether introducing the old-fashioned discipline she yearns for can bring her and Connor closer together too.

But Connor doesn’t take to the lifestyle and the failure frustrates Charlotte and drives them even further apart. In desperation, she seeks out a disciplinarian through the forum to satisfy her needs. He seems caring, thoughtful and is willing to take things slowly, allow time to build trust.

But there’s a missing backpacker who just might have a connection with the same disciplinarian.

Can Charlotte trust this charming man she’s met on the internet?

And how will it affect her marriage to Connor?

Will Charlotte ever get the loving discipline she craves?

Publisher's Note: Groomed contains disciplinary scenes. If this is offensive to you, please do not read.

Buy link: follow Bethany Leigh on Amazon for notification of its release on March 16, 2018.

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Excerpt:

Thread: My worst spanking

Panda: What was the worst spanking you ever got from your husband? The worst spankings (there were several of them but they were all because of the same thing) I ever got from Hayden happened during our first Christmas after we were married. As you know, I was still struggling with bulimia when we married, and Hayden was trying to help me recover in his inimitable way!

Well, you know what Christmas and the run-up to it is like. All those work functions! Not to mention family dinners. Our calendar was chock-full of parties and dinners, and I was dreading it. The pressure to eat, having to control myself around so much tempting food, all the guilt about whether I was eating too much or too little. Of course, it would have been best to confide in Hayden, tell him I was finding it difficult. But no, of course, like always, I wasn’t very good at being sensible.

I managed the first function (his cricket club barbecue) okayish. I ate more than I was comfortable with, but I didn’t starve myself before or after and I didn’t purge. But my body felt uncomfortable and when we attended the second party (my work party) I couldn’t carry on eating that way till after Christmas. I’d blow up like a balloon!

So I skipped breakfast and lunch on the day of the work function. And fortunately it was a buffet, so I filled up my plate under Hayden’s eagle eye, then circulated, pretending to eat. But when I thought Hayden wasn’t looking, I deposited the contents of my plate in a nearby rubbish bin.

You guessed it. I’d only *thought* Hayden wasn’t looking. Turns out he’d been surreptitiously keeping an eye on me, suspecting I might be up to my old tricks.

He came over to me, touched me lightly on the arm, and said, “I think it’s going to be warmer tonight than we expected,” which is his code for, “When we get home tonight, I am going to warm your bottom.”

And, boy, did he. As soon as we got back (after midnight), he told me, “Get ready for bed and I’ll see you in my office in ten minutes.”

He looked and sounded so stern that I was showered, in my PJs, and in his office in under ten minutes. I didn’t want to risk a second spanking for disobedience!

When I walked into the office, he was sitting in the armchair and holding a wooden ruler in his hand. My insides lurched, and I whispered, “Hayden, I’m so sorry.”

Hayden tapped his knee with the ruler. “We’ll discuss your behaviour after you’ve been punished.”

I draped myself across his lap. He yanked down my pyjama bottoms and positioned me so that my left arm was trapped against his body. He took my free hand and held it against my back, so I couldn’t try to protect my bottom and risk getting my hand struck with the ruler. Then he brought the ruler down hard across my bottom.

He smacked me over and again with the ruler, concentrating on my sit spots. It wasn’t long before I started crying, but he must have given me another twenty hard whacks before he was through.

When he’d finished, he gently lifted me up and cuddled me on his lap. “You behaved very badly at the party tonight, sweetheart,” he said, gently soothing the sore broad stripes on my bottom as he scolded me. “You didn’t eat, you threw your food in the bin, and you tried to deceive me instead of telling me you needed help.”

“I know,” I said between gulps. “I’m so sorry.”

“The thing is,” he continued, “I now feel like I can’t trust you at these functions. So I’m going to take some pre-emptive action before every single function we attend, including Christmas dinner. Before we go out I’m going to spank you. But I will only spank one cheek, and as long as you behave yourself and eat sensibly, that’ll be the end of it. But if you misbehave, we’ll come home and I’ll spank the other cheek. But I hope the one very sore buttock will be a reminder to you to behave yourself all evening.”

The tears dripped from my face as I processed the idea of being spanked almost every day between now and Boxing Night. “We have two functions on Christmas Day,” I whispered.

“And you’ll get two pre-emptive spankings,” he said firmly.

I cried myself to sleep that night, while Hayden cuddled me. I wished I’d never been so stupid at the party. I was already very sore and sorry and the thought of being spanked again in less than twenty-four hours’ time was…well, let’s say I wasn’t looking forward to it a lot.

More about Bethany Leigh

Bethany lives in Australia, where she divides her time between the keyboard and the beach. Her books are a mixture of crimeance and romance, but they all involve a wilful heroine getting her bottom smacked by an exasperated hero.

Connect with Bethany Leigh

Website: https://bethanyleighbooks.wordpress.com/

Twitter: @bethanyleighaus

Amazon: amazon.com/author/bethanyleigh