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Country Loving

This lighthearted romance is such fun! If ever a couple were meant to be together, it's Dotty and Grant. New neighbour Grant finds himself hugely attracted to the scatterbrained Dotty - who seems to cause mayhem wherever she goes. She also has a loyal protector - a jealous rooster called George. Between Dotty and George, the peace and quiet of Grant's idyllic countryside home is rudely disrupted.

Taster no 1 - enjoy!
Oh my, he sure does look cross. Dotty gulped nervously, and took a step backwards. Grant grabbed her arm tightly and steered her towards the back door.

"I think you and I should have a little chat," he said through clenched teeth.

"A chat? That's a relief - judging by the look on your face, I thought you were going to spank me or something." Damn - why on earth did I say that? Dotty shuffled uncomfortably and wished she'd kept her big mouth firmly closed.

Grant stopped in his tracks and stared at Dotty, wondering if he had heard correctly. She looked up at him, her big green eyes framed with dark lashes. There was a look about her. He had barely noticed it before ... but now ... he peered closer. There was definitely a spark of curiosity in those lovely green eyes, and she did have a very spankable bottom. In fact, it was one of the most spankable bottoms he had seen in a long time.

Dotty reached up to brush a stray strawberry-red curl from her brow. Oh my, he is a devilishly handsome man, even with his face all angry and red as a beetroot. What a pity Georgie attacked him like that, she mused. She hoped there wouldn't be any long term damage, because ... Because? Dotty shook herself, forcing the feelings of her growing sexual attraction to this man right to the back of her mind.

"How perceptive. As a matter of fact, that's exactly what I'm going to give you," said Grant. He smiled wolfishly at the prospect.

"What? What?" Dotty blinked owlishly. Surely he doesn't mean he's going to give me a spanking.

"A spanking. It's what you deserve, wouldn't you agree?"

"Oh! Oh!" For the first time in her life, Dotty was rendered speechless. "Oh," she repeated, idiotically. Colour flooded to her face and she blushed furiously. "But - I haven't ... I mean, you can't ... Oh dear. Oh."

Grant read the signals. "You've never been spanked before have you?"

Dotty shook her head. Her curls bounced endearingly.

"So tell me, Dotty, do you agree that you deserve a spanking, in payment for the damage you have caused?"

"Um well. I, er ... I don't know. Will it hurt?"


"Oh. A lot?"

"Probably. But ..." Grant paused and admired the cluster of cute freckles on the end of her nose. "Seeing as it's your first time, I might go easy on you."

"Might?" Dotty's voice came out in a kind of squeak.

Holding her arm tightly, Grant deftly steered Dotty into the kitchen. The pine table beckoned...

Imagine the humiliation - you are all revved up with the idea of a good old-fashioned spanking from a gorgeously handsome (and clever and rich!) guy, but when it comes to the actual moment, you realise you are wearing ... the wrong underwear!

Taster no 2:

"I think we'll have these down," said Grant. He slipped his hands under Dotty's tummy and deftly tugged down her trouser zipper.

It was at that precise moment that Dotty remembered what she was wearing underneath her trousers. With a look of abject horror on her face, she reared up, hands desperately trying to prevent her trousers from being taken down. But far from impeding progress, her standing position helped Grant to peel down the offending item of clothing.

"Good God!" he said, staring at what was revealed now that the trousers had come down.

"I can explain. I really can explain. Oooooooh," wailed Dotty, her face red with shame.

Grant snorted. He chuckled and tried to turn it into a cough. Then he gave up, threw back his head and bellowed with laughter.

"It's not funny!" said Dotty crossly. She stamped her foot in annoyance, causing her big knickers to flap wildly around her thighs.

"Oh but it is! It is!" grinned Grant. "Come on now - confess - they can't be your pants surely?!"

"Of course not. They're Granny Edith's," pouted Dotty, wishing she was wearing something sleek and sexy.

"They're very ... eye catching," chuckled Grant. He dabbed his eyes. He hadn't had such a good laugh for ages. "But how come you are wearing your Granny's pants?"

"She's very particular about her pants is Granny Edith. She only buys ones that have a double gusset, and she always gets two sizes bigger, so that there's plenty of room. She likes to be comfortable." The corner of Dotty's mouth twitched. She didn't want to laugh, but this whole scenario was so bizarre, she couldn't help smiling. "Anyway, my washing machine broke last week and I haven't had it repaired yet and - well - this morning I realised I'd run out of clean knickers. There was nothing for it but to put a pair of Granny Edith's on. She always has some stashed in my spare room for when she comes to stay."

"I see." Grant's eyes twinkled. "My second priority is to repair your washing machine, to prevent you from ever again having to wear these atrocities," he looked again at the massive white knickers that flapped mid-way down Dotty's thighs. "My first priority however, is to deliver your first spanking. I have a feeling it's long overdue. You clearly need someone to take you in hand, young lady. Now - bend over that table and stick your bottom out. Lets get on with this."

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Tales of Discipline and Love

This collection focuses on loving discipline. Each story is beautifully sensual. Here is a taster from Déjà vu, and it seems that someone's deepest fantasy is about to be realised ...

Onward and upward she climbed, struggling at the steepest places, her breathing now ragged and laboured, her muscles taut and screaming for reprieve. Her face was flushed and spattered with dirt, and beads of perspiration glistened from her brow as she climbed, crablike, up the slope, not daring to pause and look behind, nor contemplating how she would make the descent safely.

The sun disappeared behind grey clouds and the temperature plummeted as a wicked wind sprang up out of the west. The air thickened with fog and the first drops of rain began to fall. There was one awful moment when the wind caught her in a deadly embrace, tugging her backwards, trying to send her crashing down on the rocks below. Clawing desperately, she managed to grasp a handle on the rock face and held fast, her feet dangling, seeking but not finding a foothold. Then the world darkened as a giant shadow loomed and reached for her out of the swirling mist.

Strong hands seized her wrist, and a voice, steady and commanding spoke to her.

"I've got you. Give me your other hand. Quickly."

The following extract is from The Door in the Eves. After many years, Patricia moves back to her family home and meets up with an old friend ...

She was half way down when her foot slipped on the worn carpet and with a blood-curdling yell she fell, arms flailing. Being of well rounded proportions she bounced well and didn't hurt herself - but she had made enough noise to wake the dead.

She lay in an undignified heap, winded, fervently hoping that there was no-one else in the house. Then to her horror she heard footsteps thundering along the landing, and in a few moments the door leading up to the attic staircase was flung open, and there stood a man with the physique of a rugby player. In his hand was a wooden baseball bat.

"Who the hell are you? And how did you get into my house?" He looked angrily at Patricia, and an expression of recognition flitted over his face. "Wait a minute, I know you - you're the woman who's just moved back in to the house next door. Patricia, isn't it?"

Patricia swallowed and nodded.

"Are you hurt?" His eyes swept over her body in a strangely intimate gesture.

"No. I'm ok, I think. I'll just stand up and be on my way," said Patricia as she hauled herself to her feet.

"Not so fast, woman - you have some explaining to do. Come with me."

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The Castle

The Castle is a romance with a time travel twist. It tells the story of Beth who walks in on her boyfriend in bed with her best friend. Shocked, hurt and angry, she runs off and gets in her car and drives north until she runs out of petrol. As dusk draws near she is given a ride by a friendly family in their horse-drawn cart. They give her shelter for the night in the grounds of the castle ...

Breakfast was a thin porridge that tasted surprisingly good. Agnes ladled it out into wooden bowls. Two of the girls returned shortly with freshly baked bread, and Beth learned that the women of the castle enclosures made their dough at first light, and had it baked in the big ovens at the castle bakery. After the porridge, the family ate warm crusty bread split with honey.

"This is lovely," said Beth appreciatively. "After breakfast, I need to find a phone."

She was met with the same blank looks as before. Walter scratched his head and Agnes looked puzzled.

"We don't know any phone," she said. "But if you must go looking, be sure to stay within the confines of the castle walls. Don't venture too close to the castle. Many a pretty girl has been taken by Lord Ingram's men, and we never see them again."

"But what happens to them?"

Agnes shrugged. "We don't know for sure. They are probably imprisoned and kept as his Lordship's playthings."

"But that's dreadful." Beth was horrified. "What gives him the right to keep them imprisoned?"

"He is the Lord of the castle and he does whatever he wants. We stay clear of him, and make sure we give our grain and crops to the castle kitchens. We don't want any trouble."

Lord Ingram is a darkly handsome man but with cold, heavily-lidded eyes that hold a thousand dark secrets. He wants Beth as his plaything but Beth's temper gets the better of her and she slaps him across the face, which results in her being thrown in the dungeon. There is one man who shows her kindness - Rolaund - one of Lord Ingram's guards. He resolves to help her to escape through the secret underground passages ...

"Look out!" shouted Rolaund. He lunged forward and grasped Beth, pulling her backwards. They both tumbled to the ground, with the falling debris crashing all around them.

Beth felt something warm and sticky trickle down her face, and tasted her own blood. She put her hand to her temple and when she removed it, gazed with horror as it was covered in blood.

"You're hurt. Let me see."

Rolaund deftly cleaned and staunched the wound. There was a lot of blood.

"It looks worse than it is," said Rolaund. "But you were damn lucky - it could have killed you. I should thrash you for that." He glared at her and his eyes sparked. Then he added, in a soft voice. "Damn it, woman, I will thrash you for that."

Beth looked at him, her green gaze meeting the flash of blue. Suddenly and inexplicably, she had the most urgent desire to experience a thrashing at his hands. She was reminded, not of the cruelty that Milo showed to the five girls whom he strapped in front of the crowd, but of the nocturnal activities she had witnessed between Agnes and Walter. As the thought took hold, she swallowed and blushed furiously.

Rolaund recognised her expression and gave her a knowing look. It was a look with a hint of a smile and a promise of things to come. Then he took her hand in his.

"I shall keep you on a tight rein now, before you cause any more trouble."

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The Beachcomber's Love

Romance fans will love The Beachcomber's Love. Greg lives alone in a cottage overlooking the sea, and one day while he is out combing the beach for treasures, he finds much more than he bargained for - Marion - minus her bikini bottom. Here's taster no 1:

She stood before him, swamped by his jacket and dripping with sea water.

"Well, I've found some strange things washed up in my time, but I've never had a mermaid before."

She looked at him. Her eyes were a beautiful green colour, like the tranquil depths of the ocean on a clear day. Her face was white and trembling. She was shivering quite badly now, and her teeth were chattering constantly. He regarded her with some concern.

"Are you staying somewhere locally?"

"Yes." She pointed towards a house close to the seafront. "A guest house. Up there."

Interesting, he thought. As his Aunt Martha owned the guest house he knew she had only one guest staying, and that was a young woman, on holiday alone. Alone. Very interesting. "Come on then. You need a hot bath, warm clothes and a nip of whisky. I'm Greg by the way. Greg Masters." He put an arm around her trembling shoulders and led the way up the beach.

Taster no 2: Attraction sparks and love follows. Greg wants to find out how Marion will react to a little spanking fun ...
In her enthusiasm to taste Greg's home made autumn berry pudding, Marion carelessly spilled a spoonful on the white linen cloth.

"Oooops. Sorry," she grinned.

"You don't look in the least bit sorry - I should spank your bottom for that, young lady," quipped Greg, giving her a stern look tinged with humour. Let's see how you respond to that suggestion.

He waited, watching her intently to see her reaction. She spluttered and coughed and ended up spilling more berry juice on the cloth.

"Oh dear!" she said, looking genuinely nonplussed - and yet, there was something hiding behind her expression that signalled a flare of interest. She bit her lower lip and giggled, blushing furiously.

"No problems, it will wash out." Greg grinned at her, noticing the sudden blush to her cheeks.

"Do you spank all your visitors?" She blurted the question out and then immediately regretted it.

"It depends." He flashed her that bone melting smile again.

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The Cattle Rustler's Bride

The Cattle Rustler's Bride is the third book in the Love on a Ranch series. When Cindy rides out alone and finds she is in the path of an approaching tornado, she is rescued in the nick of time by the enigmatic Luke Daniels, a handsome cowboy with shaggy brown hair, glinting green eyes, and a smouldering presence. He also has a big secret.

Here's the first taster:

Cindy. Nice name, he thought, watching her walk. When she got to the vehicle, he had a feeling that she would turn and look in his direction before getting in. He was right, she did, and she flashed him a smile. He returned it with a tilt of his head and a flash of his eyes.

He gave her such an intimate knowing look that Cindy blushed and squirmed a little in her seat.

"I'm goin' to get me a cowboy just like that one," she said to her companion. "Just you wait and see."

Luke watched the departing vehicle, making a mental note of the license plates. Smiling, he suddenly realised how hungry he was, and followed his nose to the nearest diner where he ordered a prime rib-eye steak.

The food was good and he ate well, but all he could think about was Cindy.

Cindy and Luke get it together, but pretty soon Cindy begins to wonder where Luke keeps disappearing to, and her suspicions deepen ...

Eventually the truck slowed to a crawl and then stopped completely, the engine silent. Cindy gulped. She had hoped to slip out of the truck unobserved, but now there was a real danger that the occupants of the other vehicles behind would see her.

She breathed a sigh of relief as the other two vehicles pulled up either side of the truck. Seizing the moment, she clambered down and sprinted a few yards to the left, flinging herself to the ground behind a bush. Laying flat on her tummy she watched as men got out of the vehicles. Engines were stilled and headlights switched off. The half moon was just bright enough for her to identify one of the men. Luke.

It was unmistakably Luke. She recognised his fringed suede jacket and the familiar battered black hat with a cattleman crown crease and a four inch brim. His face was hidden in shadow, pierced by a pair of penetrating green eyes. Cindy didn't want to believe it, even now, but there he was, thick as thieves with a band of cattle rustlers. She listened as he gave orders to three of the men and watched as those three sprinted ahead with wire cutters.

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My Texas Cowboy

My Texas Cowboy is the second book in the Love on a Ranch series. Read more about the developing relationship between Rose and her handsome cowboy Hank Armstrong.

"Lovely coffee, darling. How about you come back to bed while I drink it, and then we can have some fun."

"I'm certainly going to have some fun," said Hank, ominously. "But I doubt you will."

Rose didn't like the way the conversation was going. One thing she didn't need right now was a bottom roasting. Her head thumped as though someone was whacking it with a frying pan. She groaned. "I need an aspirin or something to get rid of my sore head."

"I have the perfect solution."

"Yes?" She looked at him expectantly, thinking he was about to produce a packet of headache pills from his pocket. He did nothing of the sort. "Let's have it, then," she said, petulantly.

"Oh yes, I'll let you have it, all right, lady. I'm going to tan your fanny, and your rear end is going to be so sore you'll forget all about your headache."

"Oh but Hank - I'm not well."

She looked at him through her big green eyes, with her most soulful expression, designed to melt the hardest of hearts. It had no effect whatsoever. Hank regarded her for a moment and then sat on the edge of the bed. As her hands came up to encircle him in her arms, he caught hold of her wrists and levered her out of bed. She came out like a cork from a bottle - protesting loudly.

"Hankee, you don't have to do this."

"Don't call me Hankee."

He positioned her over his lap, her arms extending forwards onto the bed.

"But Hankee," she wailed. "It was all a mistake."

"Too right, Missy. It was one big mistake. It's one mistake you won't be repeating any time soon."

He yanked up her nightgown.

"It was just a couple of drinks!"

"It was far more than just a couple of drinks, and you know it."

She was wearing her pink lace panties from the night before. Hank hadn't bothered to remove them when he put her to bed. He removed them now.

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The Texas Rancher and the English Rose

The Texas Rancher and the English Rose is the first book in the Love on a Ranch series. Each book can be read independently or as part of the series.

Who doesn't like a good romance featuring a hunky cowboy... especially when that cowboy is Hank Armstrong. Here's a taster:

"Ow!" squealed Rose. "Just what do you think you're ... Oweee!"

His big hand came down hard on her bottom. Her eyes flew wide open in shock. So this was what a spanking felt like?

"Stop it at once!" she ordered.

Hank ignored her, his hand rhythmically beating a tattoo on her backside.

"I said, stop it! You can't do this!"

"Watch me," he said, and delivered another blow. "I guess you won't be feeling this much over that pretty dress. So ... I'll just have to lift it up a bit ... like so." He eyed her bottom wolfishly. It was firm and round and encased in black lace panties. "Nice." He resumed the spanking.

"Oi! You can't! Ow! Ow!" squealed Rose.

"Oh but I can," said Hank. He was enjoying himself hugely. "You just mind your manners and apologise, then I'll stop.

"I have no intention of apologising, you ... you fat ape!"

"Fat ape is it?" He fought hard not to laugh. "Right, missy - any more lip from you and this spanking will be on the bare bottom."

"Oh don't be ridiculous," she scoffed. "And get your paws off my arse. Eeeeee!" she squealed as he spanked harder. "You're obviously not listening to me are you, butt head!" She squirmed over his lap, involuntarily kicking her legs as the spanks landed..

"Did you just call me a butt head?"

"No," she squeaked.

"I see. As well as hurling the insults, you are now adding lies to the tally. Butt head will have his revenge ... on your BARE bottom!" He tugged the flimsy fabric of her panties and pulled them down over her hips and thighs, all the way down to her ankles.

Rose froze for a moment in disbelief. This couldn't be happening. But then she felt the crack of his hand as it made contact with her bare flesh and she cringed. This guy really was spanking her bare bottom! And it hurt!

"Get OFF!" she yelled.

"No way, baby," he said, drinking in the sight of her. Her bottom was pleasantly pink where he had spanked it, with just a trace of a blush at the top of her thighs. Her legs were pale cream and perfectly shaped, and those high heeled shoes set them off to perfection. He grinned as he spanked and she kicked her legs, kicking off first one shoe and then the other.

"Owowowww!" she yelped. "It hurts! You beast!"

"That's me," he agreed, "the fat ape butt-head beast."

He delivered a few stingers to the top of her thighs, noting in satisfaction how she kicked even harder. In fact, she kicked so hard her panties flew off and sailed through the air, landing on a potted plant at to the other side of the room. Rose squirmed on his lap, affording him a tantalising glimpse of dark pubic hair and pink pussy lips. He felt his own erection increase. She was aroused too, in spite of her protests. For he could clearly discern the faint glisten of silver desire on her inner thighs. He smiled and spanked her some more - hard.

"Oh!" she cried. "Enough!"

"I'll decide when enough is enough, young lady." He carried on, peppering her quivering buttocks, admiring the way they flattened and then dutifully bounced back for more. She really did have the most fabulous arse, with buttocks that were full and shapely - just perfect for spanking. And spanking was something that he was really very good at! He didn't go overboard, and though he gave her a spanking to remember, it was far from excessive, and when he judged the time was right to stop, he did so. "There, now. It's all over now. Up you come."

He lifted her up and sat her on his lap. She was red faced and embarrassed and just a little bit tearful. She meant to pull away from him and flounce off, or even pour the other mug of coffee over him - but she did none of those things. Instead, she sat and sniffled and snuggled into his shoulder as he stroked her face and hair. It felt comforting. It was nice. He was nice, and his body was firm and strong. She made a mental note to ask him if he worked out to maintain his physique, but that was a question to save for later. Right now, she was coming down from the high of her first ever spanking. Her bottom stung and throbbed - but now, it was kind of nice, and the proximity to Hank was just wonderful.

He lifted her chin and forced her to look at him through that green-eyed gaze of hers. "You have to admit it - you asked for that spanking. You deserved it."

She pouted and mumbled that her bottom hurt. She was quite put out when he laughed at her.

"Honey, that was the first spanking I gave you and I'm damn sure it won't be the last."

"You mean to make a habit of it then?" She was genuinely surprised.

"Yeah, I do. And especially when you misbehave. We Texans have a cure for bad behaviour - and it always results in a bottom warming for some unfortunate lady. Anyhow, it wasn't all bad, was it?" he teased.

"I'm not sure," she fibbed, looking at him through thick dark curling lashes.

He kissed her then, lightly on the lips. It was a questioning kiss. He would go no further than she was comfortable with. She wasn't drunk now, she was in a position to make a rational decision on where they went from here. But her soft lips yielded to his and she responded, reaching out to put her arm around his neck and pull him closer.

He kissed her harder. She could barely catch her breath, so greedy was she for him. The fact that she was naked from the waist down helped enormously. Her little black dress was bunched up like a concertina around her waist.

"Shall we take this off?" he asked, and when she nodded, he deftly unzipped her and pulled the dress off over her head.

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Absolute Pleasures

Elizabeth is distraught to find her mother intends marrying her off to the odious Sir Gervaise. Here are a couple of 'taster' extracts ...

Sir Gervase was worse than she had envisaged. His porcine face was ruddy with flared piggy nostrils and bulging cheeks. He had three chins that wobbled when he moved. He was dressed in a ridiculous brocade jacket that was several sizes too small, and his belly was so large it protruded over his tight breeches. His arms were fat, and his fingers were like pudgy white sausages. His legs were plentiful around the thigh then tapered to a ridiculous slimness at the calf, making him look totally out of proportion...

… The evening became steadily worse. Elizabeth said little, and ate little. It took all her willpower to remain seated when what she dearly wanted to do was rush out of the dining room and lock herself in her room. At the end of the meal, she expected papa and Sir Gervase to indulge in port and cigars, at which point she would make her escape. But it was not to be. Lady Thoresby gave her husband a meaningful look. As if on cue, Lord Thoresby took his wife's arm.

"My wife and I will excuse ourselves for a few minutes, Sir Gervase. I am sure you will enjoy the company of Lady Elizabeth until our return."

"I most certainly will. She is a treasure to behold, just as you said."

It was at this point that Elizabeth realised her parents intention. They were intending to marry her off to this ... this pig of a man! How could they?! Controlling her emotions with a steely resolve, Elizabeth sat up straight in her chair, her face impassive. There was absolutely no way she would agree to this marriage.

Well after that, what else is there to do but run away with the handsome groom?! I know I would. Here comes extract number two:

On entering the stable, a figure loomed up out of the darkness.


"Edward! Oh - Edward! I'm running away. I want you to come with me. I don't know where we'll go and I don't have much money - but I packed a little food, and Sir Gervase beat me, and ..." She burst into tears.

Edward held her close and calmed her, listening grim-faced as she told him what had happened.

"I knew something was wrong," he told her. "I don't know how I knew, but I did. I couldn't sleep at all. I've been down here the past two hours, just hanging around as though waiting for something. And now I know - I was waiting for you. Of course I'll come with you. I'd follow you to the ends of the earth. But I need you to be absolutely sure Elizabeth, that this is what you want."

"I have never been more certain of anything in my life," she responded firmly.

His lips brushed hers. Then he bade her wait while he grabbed a handful of possessions and the money he had saved. Donning a cloak, he saddled Pluto. Elizabeth had already got Bryony ready. As silently as possible they led the horses from the stable, keeping in the shadows by the wall. Elizabeth was tense. This was the worst part, for if someone were to see or hear them now ... But they didn't, and once they had passed through the gates of Thoresby Hall for the last time, Elizabeth breathed a sigh of relief. In the darkness, Edward flashed her a brilliant smile and reached out to caress her face. Bright-eyed, she smiled at him, knowing that she had made the right decision.

They rode hard, the moonlight guiding their way. By dawn, they would be far away from Thoresby Hall and Elizabeth's old life would be gone forever.

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