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Friday, March 13, 2015

Mr. Pink Puss (Excerpt 2)

Hi, everyone!
Sorry it's been so long since I shared a snippet.
That's why I'm sharing one that's a little longer than usual.
It's from my upcoming release, "Mr. Pink Puss."
“You son of a bitch,” I told him.
 “You take that back,” he said, spanking me harder.  “Take it back.”
  “I ain’t going to take it back, you son of a bitch.”
I didn’t think he could spank me any harder, but I was wrong.  He lifted me up over the one knee, trapping me between his thighs, and he let go of my wrist so he could unbuckle his belt.
“Don’t you dare,” I squealed, hearing the belt buckle jingle.  “Now Earl, this has gone on long enough.”
“I’ll tell you when it’s been long enough,” he said, doubling the belt over and pushing my head down.  He reached down and gathered me in closer with his forearm, and then he started laying into me with the belt.
 “Ow!  Earl, quit it!”
He said nothing.  Instead, he struck me with the belt again.  I tried to wriggle away, but he had a pretty good grip on me, and he blistered my butt good.
“Quit it, Earl,” I said, my bottom smarting.
“I ain’t going to quit it until you quit acting like a little brat and apologize for cussing me.  And for spilling Coke all over my good jeans.”

Well, I hope you enjoyed it.
If you'd like to check out my novel
"She's No Angel", 
you can find it here.

See you again soon!

Friday, February 20, 2015

Mr. Pink Puss (excerpt)

Hi, everyone.
This week, I have another excerpt from my latest WIP.
I've changed the name to Mr. Pink Puss,
Earl's nickname for the paddle he bought for Gwen.

When I got to my house, Earl was waiting on the front porch.  He’d had time to cool off from our fight, but he looked determined as ever to talk some sense into me.
“Come to berate me some more?” I asked him, unlocking the front door.
He didn’t say a word, but he followed me into the house, shutting the door after himself and locking it.  As soon as he was done doing that, he grabbed me by the wrist and dragged me over to the couch, jerking me down over his lap.

"What the hell do you think you’re doing?” I hollered.
"I’m going to show you.”

Well, I hope you enjoyed it.

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If you'd like to check out my novel
"She's No Angel", 
you can find it here.