Free Story Friday!-Clean Up on Aisle Two

Hello Everyone!
I hope you’re have a truly fabulous Friday! When I visited on Maddie Taylor’s blog on Wedensday I shared I once chipped my front teeth on a grocery kart in today’s story, Clean Up on Aisle Two you’ll see how. The ill fated grocery store trip in the very beginning really happened to me when I was in college. There was no cute guy but my roommate told me she would never go to that store again and as far as I know she never did; at least not with me! Anyway I hope you enjoy the story. Happy Reading!
Morganna

It had been a long day for Erin, she was tired and not really in the mood for grocery shopping. Unfortunately she was in the mood for eating. Which pretty much made the shopping a necessity.

She pulled her bright blue bug into quickly into a lucky parking find on the front row. Erin glared in the review mirror when a sharp angry honk sounded behind her.

Fluffing her long brown hair she got out of the car and looked towards the driver of the Beemer.

The man glared at her as he rolled down the window; “I was waiting for that spot young lady.”

“Ohh …well sorry …I didn’t see you waiting. Ooops!” she said with her patented smile and a small shrug before flouncing off to go into the store.

Jack’s frown deepened as he pulled into another spot further down the row. “Little brat!” he muttered under his breath as he pocketed the keys and walked past the bright blue car.

He looked up just in time to see the little minx trip over the curb on her way in. She looked around nervously to see if anyone had seen her almost fall then gave another little shrug and went inside.

Once inside he found her on the canned vegetable aisle frowning down at a can of green beans.

“Did they do something to offend you?”

She blinked foggily and then looked up at him with brilliant green eyes, “What?”

“They’re green,” Jack said a little lamely, as those beautiful eyes shocked him in the solar plexus.

“Well of course they’re green. They’re GREEN beans.”

He felt his face flush, “I meant your eyes. You have beautiful eyes.”

Erin looked nervously around the store. Great a stalker! “You just keep your opinions to yourself Bub!”

“I didn’t mean to scare you. I was actually coming to give you a piece of my mind and I lost my train of thought for a moment.”

“I think you’d better keep all the pieces of your mind. You need em!”

With that statement she backed up the long aisle looking at him suspiciously; which was why she didn’t notice the pyramid display of canned beets.

She gasped as the canned beets crashed down loudly from the top of the pyramid to fall randomly all down and around the narrow floors of aisle two.

Jack gaped for a moment before moving to help pick up cans. Erin knew better than to stand near the scene of the crime and moved quickly to the end of the row before turning to stare back at where Jack was picking up cans.

Just as the store manager came around the back of the aisle she laughed and nodded her head towards the man picking up cans. “Clumsy isn’t he?”

The store manager harrumphed and began picking up cans, “Really Sir. You must be more careful.”

“I didn’t …” Jack sighed giving up. The little minx had gotten him again. He’d never met a woman that made his palm itch so quickly.

The manager laughed. “I just said that so she would think she got away with it. If I called her on it every time she knocked over a display she’d be too embarrassed to shop here. It is the only store in town.”

Jack blinked, were all people in small towns this strange?

Erin relieved to be away from the disaster unscathed continued with her shopping. She kind of felt bad about blaming the canned good fiasco on the stranger. He’d actually been pretty cute and in a small town of Mineola Texas, cute unattached men that you didn’t play in the kiddie pool with were hard to come by. And this cute unattached male thought she had pretty eyes.

She mulled the cute stranger over in her mind as she moved towards the Halloween candy displays. It was never too early to buy candy.

Her eyes caught on a bag of miniature Reese’s cups high on a shelf, completely missing the tombstone display at her feet.

She caught the tombstone at her shins and went flying across it.

“Oooomphff!”

Luckily she landed against a hard chest instead of on the floor. Large hands grasped her arms as she got her balance.

“Green eyes do you ever watch where you’re going? Or is it a depth perception problem? I’m not sure they should let you loose in a car.”

Erin righted herself and fixed him with a stern glare, “Yes I’m FINE …thanks for asking.”

Jack chuckled as he watched her throw a random bag of candy into her cart and head for frozen foods. “What the hell?” he said to himself as he turned his cart to follow her; this was the most entertainment he’d had since he’d moved to this little town.

Erin studied the array of frozen pizza available with a sigh of longing. No pizza for me she thought with a pat to her rounded bottom.

Jack nearly choked when she patted her lovely derrière. It had been an object of some thought ever since the moment she’d stolen his parking place.

She turned at the choking sound and sniffed delicately, “Really some people.”

It was as she reached for a lean cuisine that disaster struck. A little sharp thing on the shelf scraped her hand.

“Son of a bitch!” she yelled as she bent to clutch her hand to her midsection. Unfortunately the basket stopped her downward progress when she hit her teeth on one of its bars. She immediately sprang up a hand to her mouth.

Hearing the clank of her teeth against the metal cart bar, Jack moved to her side. “Are you okay?”

Erin felt the front of her teeth. There was a small half circle that she knew would fit perfectly around the bar of the cart right in the center of her two front teeth. “I chipped my teeth!”

Jack looked at the perfect semi circle, “Oh dear, you really should be more careful and watch what you’re doing Green Eyes.”

She straightened to her full five foot three inches and glared at him, “It was your fault!”

“My fault?”

“Yes if you hadn’t been following me through the store making me nervous it never would have happened! I should sue!”

A bark of laughter was her only answer to that, “Go ahead and try Green Eyes. From what the manager said this was just a normal part of shopping for you.”

A scarlet blush stole up her cheeks. “You …you …Big Oaf!”

He couldn’t help but grin as he watched her stalk away from him. Jack could afford to give her some space since he knew he’d be seeing her again soon.

***

Erin muttered irritably the next morning all way to the dentist’s office. She’d wanted an early appointment but 7:30? That was ridiculous!

She pulled into the spot closest to the door without noticing the sign in front of it that clearly read, “Dr. Roberts only, all others will be towed.”

With a sigh she marched through the doors and signed in before sitting down with the latest Good Housekeeping as she waited.

“Erin the doctor will see you now. Sorry for the delay he was running a little late,” Sherry the dental hygienist led her back to room four and fastened the requisite bib around her neck. “What seems to be the problem?”

“I chipped my teeth yesterday. See?” Erin gave the hygienist a wide grin clearly displaying the half circle in her front teeth.

“How on earth did you manage that Erin?”

“Don’t even ask,” Erin advised with a sigh. “You wouldn’t believe me if I told you.”

“Are you kidding?” Sherry asked with a laugh. “Honey I’ve known you since the fifth grade, I’d believe anything you told me.”

In response Erin simply stuck her tongue out at her friend.

“Just sit tight toots, he’ll be right in.”

Erin closed her eyes as she waited and thought about the handsome man from the store the day before. If he weren’t so obnoxious he might have been considered charming.

“Good morning Green Eyes. I saw you took my parking spot again.”

She sat straight up in the chair a horrified look in her eyes, “You!”

“Yes me.”

“You’re not Dr. Roberts!”

“Oh but I AM Dr. Roberts. Dr. Jack Roberts. Uncle Sam decided it was time to retire and I was tired of giving everyone a Hollywood smile so I moved out here to take over his practice.”

“Do you always drum up business by causing unsuspecting women to break their teeth?” She asked with a furious little scowl as she sat back in the dental chair arms crossed over her chest.

Jack leaned down and pressed his nose to hers, “You know good and well I did not cause you to chip your teeth young lady. I’d also suggest you put a lid on that sassy mouth of yours before I’m tempted to do something about it.”

Erin gasped as her tummy suddenly flipped, “I …er…”

“I…er…is right. Behave yourself and let’s get your teeth fixed.” He said as he leaned down with a dental mirror, “Open wide.”

It surprised Erin almost as much as it did Jack when she simply opened her mouth without another word.

He made short work of the relatively easy task of filing the edges of her teeth back into a more normal shape. Jack took one last look and gave a nod of satisfaction, “There you’re smile ready once again.”

“Thank you doctor,” Erin said softly not able to make herself look him in the eye.

“Now about our other little problem…”

That brought her eyes to his in a hurry, “Other problem?” her voice came out in a nervous squeak.

He gave her a slow sexy grin that made her toes curl, “Yes our other problem. How about I pick you up for dinner at seven?”

“Seven?” she nervously parroted as she brought a hand up to her hair upsetting the tray of dental utensils at her side and sending them flying. “Oh Nooooo!”

Jack gave a weary sigh as he bent to pick them up, “I really do think we’re gonna have to make you an eye appointment Green Eyes.”

***

Erin was ready fifteen minutes early for her date with the handsome dentist. She was giddy with excitement, here was a man that already knew of her penchant for mishaps and he still wanted her!

So excited was she that when she heard his car outside she rushed out to greet him. Erin walked out the front door with a big smile of welcome on her face.

Jack whistled, she was lovely in her short red polka dot dress and patent leather shoes. The smile that lit her face put a warm sparkle in those gorgeous emerald eyes of hers.

Then she started down the front steps and her new shoes hit a slick spot. Erin’s feet went out from under her and she landed with a hard splat on her bottom, her right shoe flying off her foot and sailing towards Jack’s head.

Jack caught the spiraling missile an instant before it rearranged a nose that during his lifetime he’d grown quite attached to seeing in the mirror.

She bounced down all three of the steps to land at his feet.

Erin looked up at him with a trembling chin as her eyes began to mist over. “I don’t think glasses will help,” she said miserably.

“Don’t cry Green Eyes, everything is going to work out fine. You’ll see,” he said wiping away the lone tear that was tracking its way down her cheek and lifting her to stand.

“It will?”

“I promise,” he said delivering a swift kiss to the tip of her nose before ushering her into the car.

“You’re not going to run for the hills screaming?” Erin asked with a smile as she sank down into the plush leather seats of the luxury car.

“Nah, dating you promises to be far too interesting. Besides, I have good insurance.”

She laughed in spite of her embarrassment surprised to find herself relaxing with the enigmatic man.

“Did you hurt yourself when you fell?”

“Only my pride. Fortunately I have ample padding, I don’t think anything could hurt me back here,” she said with a wry grin as she gave a little pat to her hip.

If she thought his answering “Mmmm …” strange, she didn’t comment. The drive to the restaurant was filled with charming anecdotes from his childhood and her laughter.

After a marvelous dinner Jack stopped by his office on the way to Erin’s, “Wait right here I’ll be back in two shakes.”

Erin sat in the car for about ten minutes before she began wondering where Jack was, she decided to go in and investigate.

She had just locked and shut the car door when she realized her mistake. The soft strains of Olivia Newton-John drifted up to her from behind the closed car window.

“Noooooo!!” This couldn’t be happening; the date was going so well. She leaned in to the window with her hands framing her face; her shoulders slumped as she caught sight of the keys still tightly lodged in the ignition. The soft vibration of the purring motor seemed to mock her as she lightly banged her head against the glass. “Those keys …those damn keys.”

“Green Eyes?”

Erin spun around with her heart in her throat, “I …I was going to come in and get you but I forgot. It was an accident.”

Jack frowned in puzzlement. “Forgot what?”

“The keys. Iaccidentlylockedyourkeysinthecaranditsstillrunning.”

Jack blinked, “You locked the keys in the car with it running? Didn’t you hear the radio?”

“I said it was an accident!” she said beginning to get a little huffy. It wasn’t like she’d done it on purpose!

“Watch the tone young lady; I’m just trying to understand how this happened.”

“I told you how it happened! I accidentally locked the keys in the car!” Erin yelled, knowing she was being bitchy but not quite able to help herself.

“With it running,” he stated matter of factly.

“Oh did I leave that part out this time? Forgive me! I locked the damn keys in the car with it running! I’m an idiot! Is that better Mr. Oh-So-Perfect-Toothpastesmile-Dentist-Man?”

“Erin that’s enough!”

“You’re right it is enough! Have a good night!” she yelled as she turned and marched towards the curb.

“Come back here young lady!”

She simply made a rude gesture behind her back and looked up to see a familiar battered blue pick-up lumbering by. Erin waved it down, “Hey Lester can you give me a lift home?”

“Erin don’t you dare!” Jack yelled as he started towards the stopped truck.

She quickly hopped in and closed the door just managing to push the lock into place as Jack reached for the door handle.

“Open this door!”

Erin ignored him and looked expectantly at a very shocked Lester, “Please Lester …don’t ask questions …just take me home.”

Lester shrugged put the truck in gear and left a startled Jack standing on the curb staring after them. She’d always been a strange girl so he decided he was better off not knowing what kind of mischief she’d been up to tonight. Wouldn’t that make him an accessory?

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Erin answered the door to the furious knocking. She was ready for him. How dare he try to make her feel guilty! It was an accident! It’s not as if she’d planned to lock his keys in the car.

Gone was the short seductive dress, in its place were tatty sweatpants and an old T-shirt with the words, “If I Throw a Stick, Will You Go Away?” boldly emblazoned across the chest.

Jack took in her defiant stance as the door swung open and came to the conclusion that the time for talking was past.

“What do you want?” she asked in her most belligerent tone.

He bent slightly at the waist and tossed her across his left shoulder, hooking the door with his foot to pull it closed.

“Hey! Put me down you big Bully!”

“Gladly,” he said as he sat down, taking her from across his shoulder and flinging her over his lap bottoms up almost in one fluid move.

“What the hell? No way Jose’! You can’t!” she yelped as her sweatpants and panties were jerked to mid-thigh.

“Hide and watch little girl,” Jack smiled grimly and brought his palm down on her left buttock with a resounding smack.

“OWWWW!”

He gave a similar swat to the right side and then pulled her in close as his hand began to fall in a consistent rhythm.

Erin squirmed and kicked and hollered to no avail. The spanking continued bringing her bottom from white to pink to crimson, as he left no area unscathed.

Jack said nothing as he spanked her, waiting instead for her to fill in the blanks. Finally with a soft sob she did.

“I’m sorry…,” she said with a miserable little sniff.

“Sorry for what?” he asked with his hand resting on her burning backside.

“For the way I acted. I shouldn’t have been so rude and I know it was wrong to leave that way. I was just so frustrated and embarrassed.”

“Frustrated with whom?”

“With myself…”

“Did I do anything to deserve your behavior?”

“Noo … OWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!” she gasped kicking anew as he suddenly shifted her forward and began to deliver several sharp slaps to the tender area where her hips and thighs met.

Jack finished with a flurry of rapid smacks that had her howling then lifted her to sit gingerly on his knee. Placing one finger beneath her chin he forced her to meet his gaze, “It is not acceptable for you to take out your frustration and embarrassment on other people young lady. If I have to speak to you about it again you will get a taste of my belt.”

Erin blinked; surprised at the flutter in her tummy that was not altogether unpleasant in response to his words, “Yes sir.”

He smiled and pulled her close for a kiss. The kiss was long, deep and thorough. It left them both gasping for air and craving more of the same.

“Another thing young lady, no more stealing peoples parking spaces. I won’t have people saying my lady is parking space thief.”

Erin’s eyes lit up as she leaned into him, “Your lady?”

“You bet.”

A small thread of worry made her frown as she played lightly with one of his shirt buttons. “You don’t mind that I’m such an awful klutz?”

He laughed and kissed her on the tip of her nose, “Honey I don’t care how many grocery displays you knock down or how often you trip as long as I’m the one running damage control and you keep your sweet disposition.”

“Really?”

“Really. I told you, I’ve got good insurance.”

Aubrey Cara is visiting to talk about her new book, Mimi Mine

I am thrilled to have Aubrey Cara on my blog today with an excerpt of her new book, Mimi Mine. Let me start by saying I’ve read this book and thought it was absolutely fabulous. If you enjoy humor spiced with hot chemistry, romance and a little hanky-spanky this is the book for you!

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Excerpt:
“Why did you stop?” she asked her breath sobbing in and out of her chest. She’d been so close.
“I want to see you touch yourself. Get on the counter and spread your legs,” he said, his voice rough and demanding. His half lidded gaze was that of a predator set on its prey.
Trembling she hopped onto the counter with his hands at her waist. She had to catch herself from falling back when he jerked her to the edge by her hips. He tore off her shoes and brought her feet up onto the counter, until she was wide open and completely exposed.
“Show me, angel. Show me how you make yourself come.”
Nervously she began to touch herself as her heart raced in her chest. She’d never done this in front of anyone before. Nibbling her bottom lip, she looked up at him to see his reaction. He watched her fingers playing with her slick folds with an intense look on his face.
He began slowly unbuckling his pants, never taking his eyes off of where she stroked and petted her pussy in a gentle rhythm that was more tease. It was empowering to see him so affected. When he released his beautiful erection her hand faltered in its caress.
Wrapping a hand around the back of her head he brought her in for a hungry quick kiss as he slowly slid into her heat. Foreheads together they watched as he pushed in and glided out from her glistening core. The sensation drew a moan from her throat. Her hips wanted to follow his cock.
“Keep playing with yourself, Miriam.” When she went back to circling and rubbing her clit he said, “That’s a good girl. Make yourself come for me, angel.”

Mason Coleman hasn’t been living. He’s been existing day to day. Ever since an accident took his family, he’s thrown himself into proving he deserved to survive. Now, ten years later, he’s built a multi-million dollar business, but has nothing to show for his personal life.
He’s ready to feel alive again, and he knows just the woman to help him. Too bad she’s his employee. She also carries secrets that are about to shake everything he thought he knew about women.
Being a single mother has not afforded Mimi Westfall many dating opportunities. In fact, she’s pretty sure Mr. Right took a wrong turn somewhere, and she’s destined to live a life devoted to her showerhead.
When her fantasies about her delectable boss commanding her and putting her over his desk to spank her naughty bottom start happening for real, she’s not sure if she should thank her lucky stars or run for the hills.
*Author’s Note: Mimi Mine is an erotic romance novel that includes explicit sex, spanking, BDSM elements, anal play, and anal sex. If such material offends you, this book may not be for you.
Aubrey Cara likes it sweet n’ dirty—romance that is. She adores writing about kinky characters finding their one true naughty soul mate to love, cherish, and get freaky with. Aubrey resides in Coastal GA with her wonderful husband, superhero kid, two hand-me-down dogs, and a fish that has survived against all odds. When she’s not writing you can find her sewing costumes, repairing leaky faucets and dodging the PTA.

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Today I have Keith Anderson on my blog to talk about his new book Pretty When You Cry!

I am so excited to have you on my blog today Keith! I love Pretty When You Cry; each and every story was unique and very hot! So don’t miss it get your copy today!

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Hey everyone! I’d like to thank Morganna Williams for inviting me to her blog to meet you all. She’s given me some questions to go over and then I’ll be sharing an excerpt from my new short story anthology, published on Amazon.com. It’s called “Pretty When You Cry” and I’m very thrilled to be sharing it with you! Plus, I’m very excited to announce that this week, “Pretty When You Cry” is on sale for .99 (regularly its $2.99)!! It will only be for this week, so be sure to get your deeply discounted copy today!

So… on with the questions!

How old were you when you realized you were into spanking/bdsm?
There was always something that seemed to turn a key in my mind about people being bound and struggling. Something about the helplessness and vulnerability. When I was in my mid-30’s and finally realized that this was a lifestyle and that there was a sizable group of people who were also into this, it was one of those horizon-broadening experiences where I could look back on my life and go, “…ohhh, that’s why.” It really answered a lot of questions I had about myself and I’ve never looked back.

When did you start writing?
I remember writing and drawing a picture book when I was about six or so, called ‘The Ungrowing Boy’. 🙂 When I was a kid, my dad bought me one of those small shoebox tape recorders and I got some sound effects records and I would write and do my own radio plays. My first real written story was in junior college for a creative writing class about an experience I had when I was much younger (and incredibly awkward). So I guess I’ve always been creating something, but I starting writing in earnest in the 80’s.

Which character in your book do you relate to the most and why?
There are two short stories in “Pretty When You Cry” that deal with a character named Jax. He’ll appear again in my novel, “Kinky in Flatland”. He’s a character that I can relate to. He’s flawed and human and has self doubts. The question is can he realize these and work through it, before it all just crashes down around him.

Which story is your favorite and why?
I’m proud of “Antici-”. It took the longest to figure out how to write. I was enamored by the storytelling device of flashbacks in the TV show, LOST and how each segment illuminated the other. I wanted to try to do something like that but in an erotica. It took me awhile to figure out the flow and do the segues, but once I did, I thought it turned out pretty well and really liked the way it worked

The excerpt I’m going to be sharing with you today is from a story called, “All You Ever Wanted”. It concerns Alyssa and a secret journal she kept where she wrote down her deepest darkest fantasies. She kept the journal in hopes that writing them down would keep them from interfering on her personal life. Not only does it not help, but the journal itself poses a problem. Alyssa has just opened an vaguely menacing email and wonders if her husband Chad might have sent it.

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Alyssa startled and closed the email. Is it possible that this was Chad? It certainly didn’t sound like him. The email wasn’t one she recognized and Chad wasn’t really the techie type to think of creating a dummy email address to send secret messages. Could he have found the journal where she had been writing out her fantasies? Doubtful. It used to be at the house, but after a close call, she brought it to work and kept it in a locked drawer. Instinctively, she tried the drawer to make sure of the lock…and it opened.
She yanked the drawer open and looked inside. It was empty. Her mind raced. She was torn between frantically looking for it and being calm to not draw attention to the fact that something very personal and incredibly embarrassing was taken from her. She checked the drawer again to make sure it wasn’t there and at the very back there was a folded note. She grabbed it and looked around to make sure there was no one around. She unfolded the note.

“Ropes and sex, pretty one,
It’s all you ever wanted.
Helpless and vulnerable,
Now you’re tied up and haunted.”

Alyssa crumpled up the note in frustration at whoever was toying with her. But what for? Were they going to blackmail her? Extortion? The things in the journal were so personal, secrets and fantasies that she had kept bottled up for so long. They were things that she hadn’t told anybody.
She jumped at the email notification sound from her computer. She let out a deep exhale. You need to get a grip, Alyssa, she told herself. She felt flushed, she was nervous and.. tingly? The thought of someone reading her innermost desires was invasive and, though she was hesitant to admit it, a little exciting at the same time. Alyssa shook her head, she needed to figure out who took it, the information in the journal was too damaging.
She checked her email and found a new message from the same address as the first cryptic message. It was from petitmort@email.com. Clever, Alyssa thought, petit mort was French for ‘little death’ and was a French colloquialism for ‘orgasm’. She was convinced, there was no way this was from Chad, the only French he knew was a horrible Maurice Chevalier laugh. She opened the email.

Good morning, pretty one,
It’s dark and you don’t know what’s happening. The blindfold you’re wearing doesn’t help and the screams you would use to call someone would be useless against the leather gag over your mouth. The effort to get away would be hampered by my restraints at your wrists and thighs. That bears some explaining, doesn’t it? The restraints at your wrists are tight and binding and tied securely to the headboard with you laying on your back. The restraints on your thighs are also tied to the headboard, drawing your legs up and spreading them wide. Now, pretty one, everything’s secure, but you won’t be immobilized. You can still squirm all you want. And the gag won’t completely silence you. You can scream just as much as you please. But neither will do you any good. You’ll be just as you are right now, pretty one.
You’re in the dark and you don’t know what’s happening.

Alyssa stared helplessly at the screen after she read the email. Her breathing had deepened and her hand slipped into her lap absentmindedly. Right as her hand was about to press between her legs, she blinked and snapped her hand back up. Oh my god, she thought, you need to get a grip on yourself. She straightened herself in her chair. Someone has your journal of your darkest fantasies, you need to figure out who the hell has it.
The last time she wrote in it was several days ago. She had been putting in some pretty lengthy entries on a daily basis, but then stopped to see if it would keep them from returning. But it hadn’t. They were stronger now and they kept coming back, usually at the worst time. What made it so bad was how flustered they would make her. It didn’t matter where she was, in meetings, lunch dates with friends from work. She would get wet at her thoughts of restraint, her fantasies of being taken and held down made her nipples harden while she squirmed helplessly. She wanted to touch herself to just get any relief at all.
She tried to think of anyone who had been in her cubicle when her eyes fell on the report on her desk. Greg! That little fucker, snooping around my cubicle, discovered the locked drawer and probably picked it with a damn paperclip. She shook her head. How could she have been so stupid to bring it to work in the first place? She took a deep breath. She knew where his cubicle was, she just needed to look on his schedule to see when he would be in a meeting, so she could look for it.

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Leigh Smith is on my blog today talking about her new book The Cowboy has her Back

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The Cowboy Has Her Back is a wonderful romance; come check out why it has four five star reviews!!!

Blurb
After her Navy SEAL husband is killed by a drunk driver, widowed Mikela ‘Mickey’ Chandler comes to stay with her brother-in-law and sister, Becky. While out riding, her horse takes off at breakneck speed and Mickey loses her grip on one of the reins. Fortunately, for her, local rancher Hank Caldwell is on hand to save the day…and the two embark on a passionate and stormy relationship.

It’s not long before Mickey falls head over heels in love with the tall, handsome rancher, but having been hurt in a previous relationship, Hank is guarded and cautious where his feelings are concerned. There are other problems too, in that Hank is used to being in control while Mickey is an independent woman in charge of her life. Their relationship teeters on the edge as the two fight for control.

Are they too stubborn and set in their ways to make things work, or will love find a way.

EXCERPT

Mickey told Hank to choose the spot. He picked Rowdy’s Roadhouse, a restaurant on the outskirts of Williston and made famous by regular appearances of Rowdy’s Rangers, a Texas band now famous but discovered at the restaurant by an affluent patron. Since then, whenever the band was on tour and in the approximate area, they made it a point to drop in and play a set or two. Rowdy’s was a popular place and there was quite a line waiting for a table when they arrived. Luckily for them, many of the waiting patrons were large parties and they moved up the list quickly since there was just the two of them.

Mickey had pumped her sister for any information on Hank, but she didn’t learn much. Becky said he had only returned to Williston and let it go at that. Apparently, the Circle C was one of the biggest and most successful ranches in the area. In addition to cattle and horses, their holdings included vineyards and almond orchards. Hank had a couple of brothers and a sister and both brothers worked on the ranch. His sister married an attorney and moved to Washington DC. His parents, were still involved in the running of the ranch but based on the gossip around town were gradually turning it over to their sons, Hank, Dave and Randy.

Hank and Mickey weren’t sitting at the table long before people started stopping by. All of them welcomed him home; and expressed their hope he stayed this time. If people ever stopped coming by the table, she planned on finding out more about Hank Caldwell. With his tousled sandy blonde hair, bronzed skin and bright blue eyes, fine lines crinkling the edges of his eyes and mouth, he was good looking enough to be an actor or model. He was a man comfortable in his own skin and used to being in command, and it showed. Dressed in dark blue jeans, sharply creased but soft looking and weathered, a checked long sleeved shirt and well-worn boots that were clean and polished, he was one handsome cowboy and she was sure he set many a heart aflutter, hers among them. The steady stream of greeters slowed down and she was just about to ask him about himself when another couple plopped themselves down in the seat on the other side of their booth.

“What are you doing here, this is most unusual for you?” the man said to Hank. Mickey took a good look at Dave and could see a resemblance but Hank was the winner. “Mickey is taking me to dinner for saving her ass this afternoon.”

“Mickey, meet my brother Dave and this is his, ‘what are you Dani, his lover, friend, mistress, wife; what other labels might there be?’”

“No need for such sarcasm or meanness, Hank” she purred at him.

“I see not much has changed,” Dave said to Hank. Mickey was surprised that Dave took Hank’s disparaging remarks about Dani so well, she half expected fisticuffs to break out at any moment.

“Oh, a lot has changed. She’s with you now and I only wish you the best of luck and hope to hell you never have to leave town, because we have one more brother.”

“That’s enough, Hank,” Dave told him.

“You came and sat down here, so if you don’t want to hear anymore, then I suggest you find yourself another table.”

Dave gave Dani a slight push out of the booth. As they walked away, Mickey spoke to Hank. “It’s none of my business, but I have to ask. I can guess, but what the hell was that all about?”

‘You’re right Mickey, I don’t mean to be rude, but I don’t want to ruin what’s left of the evening by hashing through things better left untouched. Maybe if we ever get to know each other better, I’ll explain.”

“Okay, but before they popped in, I wanted to ask what brought you back to Williston and what took you away in the first place. If the two things are tied together, I’ll understand if you don’t want to go there.”

“They are and they aren’t.”

“I left because when I was in college I was recruited by Homeland Security. My college major was criminal justice and after September 11th I was all gung ho to go out and protect my country. When HS came on campus, they offered me a chance to use my education and satisfy my passion; I took them up on their offer. So, to answer your question, I worked for Homeland Security. I’m not active right now.”

“So are you back in Williston to stay?”

“I’m in Williston. Life changes on a dime and in HS I learned to live one day at a time, that’s what I’m doing. So enough about me, let’s talk about you.”

“Shall I start at birth and just go forward or is there a particular place you want me to start?”

“A smart mouth, I should have guessed from earlier today. Start anywhere you like?”

“I told you earlier my sister Becky had twins and I came to help. Once the twins were on a regular schedule, I was beginning to feel underfoot but the holidays were on the horizon, and she asked me to stay through them at least. It didn’t take much convincing, spending the holidays with loved ones or alone. I find I’m ready for a change and want to be closer to family. Becky said the district is looking for teachers so I’ve decided to apply for a position. Back in San Diego, there are too many memories around every corner. I’m a widow. My husband was a Navy Seal that, believe it or not, was not killed in the line of duty but by a drunk driver. Barry returned from a mission and was on his way home when it happened. They haven’t found the driver, and I doubt they ever will. It occurred about 2:30 am, and no one has come forward with any information. It’s been two years, so I don’t hold out any hope. It doesn’t matter though, it will not bring Barry back. Anyway, it’s time for a change. Becky is my only sibling so living close to her and my nieces makes this the logical place to settle.”

“So if you get the job, you’ll settle here in Williston, or at least in the area?”

“Teaching job or not, I’ll settle here. With Barry’s pension, I don’t have any financial worries. I still have loose ends in Southern California but nothing that will keep me there for long.”

“Good to know.”

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BIO: My husband and I travel the western United States where I indulge my love for words, both reading and writing. I write what I like to read which are romantic stories containing strong dominant men and confident, feisty women. The relationships are always loving and challenging. Conflict is often resolved with either a threat of a spanking or an actual spanking or two, either erotic or otherwise.

Cowboys and westerns are my favorite genre, however my characters, although fantasy, are sometimes based on people I’ve come across in my lifetime. Truth can be stranger than fiction and although the stories are fantasy, once in a while there is a kernal of real lease embedded in the situations.

If the story doesn’t contain a happy ending, it is left open ended for the reader to come to their own conclusions.

That’s the great thing about fiction, it can be whatever you want it to be.

Free Story Friday-The Onstar Man

I know I’ve flooded you with stories this week. I promise next week I’ll only post a story on Free Story Friday. 🙂 This is just a short funny I hope will make you smile. Have a great day and Happy reading! Morganna

The OnStar Man

“OnStar this is Brad.”

“Oh hi Brad. I’m Tiffany, how are you today? Isn’t it gorgeous outside?”

“How can I help you Ma’am?”

“Help me?”

“Yes, what is your problem and how can I assist you?”

“I don’t really have a problem.”

“You pushed the OnStar button.”

“Oh that. Well I just got my new car and I was trying out all the gadgets. It’s such a cute car, a little cavalier sport with a sun roof, and it’s ORANGE!”

“I’m glad you’re enjoying your new car Ma’am but you really shouldn’t push the OnStar button unless you need something.”

“I know help is but a touch of a finger tip away. Isn’t technology cool?”

“I need to get off the line now Tiffany. I have to keep it free for people that might need assistance.”

“Oh okay…thank you Brad …byeeeee!”

Brad chuckled to himself as he disconnected the line. Miss Tiffany was certainly a hoot. He could almost the picture the smile that went with the bubbly enthusiasm and warmth in her voice. Too bad he’d never get the chance to find out if the rest of her was as good as that voice.

***

“OnStar this is Brad.”

“Hi Brad! It’s Tiffany again. I was just wondering … are you single?”

“This is an on-line service to help stranded and lost motorists Ma’am, not a dating service.”

“OOOOOH you sounded so firm when you said that.”

“Goodbye Tiffany.”

Brad shook his head as he pulled up Tiffany of the orange cavalier’s vitals. The lady certainly needed something but it wasn’t gas or a tire change.

Tiffany Mathews
101 Cherrywood Lane
Ft. Worth, Tx. 76114

Age 29
Hair: blond
Eyes: green
Height: 5’ 3”

They actually lived in the same town. OnStar calls came in from all over the country, what were the odds he’d get a nutty blond that lived in his neighborhood?

***

“OnStar this is Brad.”

“Hi Brad, I was uh … I was lost … can you tell me where third street is in Ft Worth I seem to have lost it.”

Brad immediately pulled Tiffany’s little cavalier up on the tracking screen, “You just turned onto Third.”

“Oh silly me I sure did. Byeeee! … Seeee? Doesn’t he have the most gorgeously sexy voice you’ve ever heard?”

Brad heard a chorus of feminine agreement in the background, “I’m still on the line Ladies.” His words brought a flurry of embarrassed giggles.

“Oh how embarrassing. Bye Brad.”

From the slamming doors Brad surmised that they’d exited the vehicle. Tiffany Mathews was the most exasperating female he’d ever run across; amazing how just the sound of her voice made his palm itch.

***

“OnStar this is Sheila.”

“Sheila? Where’s Brad?”

“Brad’s off today Ma’am. What’s your emergency?”

“I’ll wait. Just tell Brad that Tiffany called. Thanks.”

“Ma’am … Tiffany do you need assistance?”

“Yes but I’ll wait till next time Brad is on duty. Byeee.”

***

Brad smiled at his co-worker Sheila as he sat down in his cubicle and put on his headset. Sheila grinned hugely and batted her eyelashes at him.

“Hi Brad … I have a message for you,” she said in a very breathy voice.

“Yes?” he laughed.

“Tiffany wanted me to tell you she called. She said she’d save her emergency until you were back at work.”

“She did what? Good lord that woman is going to get me fired!”

“Don’t worry I didn’t tell anyone else. Your secret is safe with me.”

The next crazy call didn’t come until ten minutes before the end of Brad’s shift.

“OnStar this is Brad.”

“Oh Brad I’m sooo glad you’re back. I missed you.”

“You had better have an emergency young lady.”

“I do…I do… I ran out of gas. You said I had to need something if I called, so I do.”

“Are you really out of gas?”

“Uh-huh … do you know how far past the red you have to go to actually run out. I feel like I drove in circles for hours.”

“You ran out of gas deliberately?” he asked incredulously.

“Well it sounds so bad when you say it like that.”

“It IS bad.”

“You don’t want to help me?” the bubbles in her voice were replaced with a sad little wobble.

Brad sighed wearily and pulled her location up on his screen. When it came up he had to bite back a curse. Little miss trouble was in the worst part of town possible and it was nearing sundown. He looked at the clock his shift was over and she was about five miles from the office.

“Sit tight Tiffany and stay in the car. I’m going to make sure you get exactly what you need.”

***

Tiffany blinked as the connection abruptly ended. She looked nervously around at the old warehouse buildings surrounding her little cavalier. This hadn’t been the best neighborhood for her gas tank to finally give up the ghost.

A tall man in a baggy torn suit walked past her to look inside the trash can next to her car. Tiffany hunched down a little in her seat as if she could hide from view. Luckily the man had no interest what so ever in her only in the trashcan, after he found nothing appealing he moved on down the street.

A green jeep pulled up behind her and Tiffany jumped out of the car to greet who ever her rescuer was.

“Hi I’m so glad to see you. I’m out of gas. Brad said help was on the way but I have to admit I was starting to get a little nervous.”

The man frowned at her in disgust, “So you thought you’d jump out of your car to say hi before you found out if I was an ax-murderer?”

Tiffany would have known that sexy voice anywhere! “Brad!”

Brad braced himself as she threw her arms around him.

“Thank you so much for coming.”

“Let me put some gas in your car and then you and I are going to have a little talk.”

Tiffany nodded with a big smile. He was as cute as he sounded, even cuter! Brad was tall with broad shoulders and had black hair and dark brown eyes. The look in his eyes sent shock waves all the way down to her toes.

Brad made short work of putting the much-needed gas into her car before turning back to the maddening, frustrating and completely adorable little blond.

“Come with me please.”

She smiled and put her hand trustingly in his. Brad led her to the back of his jeep where he let down his tailgate.

Tiffany gasped with shock when instead of helping her to sit on it he tossed her face down across it.

“What are you doing?”

“Giving you exactly what you need young lady; a good hard spanking.”

“But …hey nooo,” she grabbed frantically as her skirt was tossed up over her back and her panties were jerked to her knees. The battle was short lived. The OnStar man won.

His hand came down on top of her creamy white backside with a resounding slap.

“OOWWWWWWWWWWIIIIEEEEEE!”

“Don’t you ever push that button again unless it’s an emergency; OnStar IS NOT a dating service nor is it devised for your amusement. You could have cost me my job with your antics. Don’t you ever do something so foolish as to run out of gas again! …Dangerous! …Foolhardy! …Silly …childish … games!”

Brad’s hand connected again and again throughout the lecture; then his hand began to fall even harder on the tender crease where her bottom and thighs met. Making her yelp and cry out over the tailgate. Brad finished with a series of searing swats the brought tears to Tiffany’s bright green eyes.

Then she was hoisted up and pulled tightly into a magnificent chest.

“I’m sorry Brad. I never thought about the risk to your job.”

“You didn’t think at all young lady.”

Tiffany sniffed miserably, “You’re right, I didn’t. Can you forgive me?”

Brad smiled and kissed her gently on the top of the head before helping her to right her clothing. “Yes. Just behave yourself from now on.”

He escorted her to the bright orange cavalier and then watched her drive away. Damn! He should have gotten her phone number while he had the chance! Maybe just this once he could get it from the data bank at work. No he couldn’t … if he got caught it would mean his job. He would just have to pray he ran into her again one day.

***

The next day Tiffany shifted in her seat while at a red light and gasped. That OnStar man had sure lit a fire in her behind!

She sighed; he’d lit a fire in other areas too. Looking longingly up at the little blue button next to her rearview mirror she frowned. What if she never saw him again? What if he was THE ONE and they would never have another chance to connect?

That was an emergency right?

Right.

With a little smile Tiffany pushed the little blue button.

“OnStar this is Brad.”

Tabitha Black is on my blog today!!!

Today I’m hosting Tabitha Black on my blog! We’re going to do a little interview and talk about her new release Sharing Silver. First I’d like to say how much I love this book. Silver is a newly divorced woman suffering from self esteem issues left over from a couple of bad relationships. What does it take to help a hesitant submissive embrace herself as she is? Two hot Dominants willing and ready to show her everything she’s been missing and then some. Sharing Silver is a red hot read that’ll scorch your panties. Don’t miss it! Now on with the interview!
Morganna: “When did you first realize you were drawn to spanking/bdsm?”
Tabitha: “Even when I was a kid, I got a ‘funny feeling’ whenever spanking was mentioned in books, movies or on TV. I devoured Enid Blyton books, especially her Faraway Tree series – my favourite was obviously the one when they end up in ‘Spankingland.’ But I really thought there was something wrong with me… for the longest time, until I got the Internet and realised I wasn’t alone. The relief! I cannot even begin to describe the relief I felt to know that there were others out there who found the idea just as fascinating and erotic as I did. My research into spanking led me to the broader spectrum that is BDSM and the rest, as they say, is history.”

Morganna: “When did you start writing? Where the first things you wrote spanking/bdsm themed? If not how did this come about?”
Tabitha: “I started writing pretty much the moment I could hold a pen. I’ve always wanted to be a writer. Again, back in the pre-Internet days, it was a lot harder to get published, so my plan b was to become an editor. I just love, live and breathe the English language. I wrote short stories, novels, ideas, letters… anything. I wrote my first spanking stories when I was very young – but those were private, for my eyes only.
Later, once I got online and realized that there was a market for spanking stories, I read lots and lots of them and then considered writing something for publication myself. My first book was accepted by Bethany’s Woodshed immediately and everything just went from there!”

Morganna: “Who are your favorite authors same genre or main stream?”
Tabitha: “My list of favourite authors is just immense… I have far too many to name, in all genres. So I’ll stick to some of my favourites in the same genre – they are all legends, in my opinion, and they include: Carolyn Faulkner, Breanna Hayse, Maggie Ryan, Dinah McLeod and Maren Smith. I admire these four for very different reasons but they’re all amazingly talented.”

Morganna: “Favorite quote?”
Tabitha: “Gah, again, I have so many! I’m forever quoting stuff at people. How about this one:
“I love deadlines. I love the whooshing sound they make as they fly by.” ~ Douglas Adams”

Morganna: “How would your best friend describe you?”
Tabitha: “Sweet. And witty. I hope.”

Morganna: “ In what ways do you identify with your character Silver?”
Tabitha: “Out of all the books I’ve written so far, I must admit I have the most in common with Silver. We’ve both lived in England and Australia, we both have failed marriages, we both have self-esteem issues and we’re both really rather masochistic. Oh, and knife play. We both adore that.”

Now for three excerpts from Tabitha’s exciting book Sharing Silver! Is it just me or am I starting to sound a little like a game show host? Anyway on with the show!

Excerpt 1:
“So, I see you’re for sale.” He reached out a finger and stroked the ribbon around her throat.
The throbbing between her legs was growing, and Silver shivered at his touch, despite herself. “Why?” she asked, hoping she sounded more confident than she felt. “You buying?”
“Perhaps. If I see something I like.”
The way he said it, the way his eyes were devouring her as he said it, that single fingertip still tracing the velvet on her skin…
“Er, where’s the bar?” she blurted out, desperate to break the spell.
“I can take you, if you like. Have you had a drink yet today?”
“Only coffee.”
“Of course.” She almost groaned as his finger left her throat. “Come on then.”
Silver trotted obediently at his heels like a loyal little puppy dog, inwardly cursing herself all the way. So much for playing hard to get. You’re just like all the other girls after all, damn you. The first man to touch you since Stephen, and you’re practically climaxing in public.
“What’s your poison?” Trev moved aside once they had reached the bar, allowing her to speak directly to the bartender.
“Wait,” the girl said, “hold your arm under this.”
“What’s that?” Silver asked, as a scanner was run over her wrist.
“She’s checking to make sure you haven’t had any drinks yet today. Can’t have you taking leave of your senses.” Reaching out, he took a lock of her hair and twirled it casually. “Very pretty.”
“Thank you. Um. Can I have a glass of red, please? Merlot? Or maybe a Pinot if you have it?” Silver stammered to the girl behind the bar, trying to ignore the little jolts of electricity his touch was shooting directly to her scalp.
“Which do you prefer? We have both.”
“Pinot, please.”
The glass, when it arrived, was disappointingly small. “That’s it?”
“You shoulda ordered something stronger,” he said with a grin.
“Like?”
“A Long Island iced tea. Lots of bang for your buck there, in every sense of the word.”
“This is fine, thank you.” Silver let the girl stamp her arm and took a deep, grateful swallow, wondering how the hell she was meant to get through the evening sober.
“Well they wouldn’t want you barfing up on stage,” Trev said, as though he could read her mind.
She chuckled. “Barfing. So American.”
“Why? What do you call it?”
“We have lots of words for it, but barfing isn’t one of them. Puking is probably one of the most common expressions.” Well isn’t this a sexy conversation, she thought ruefully. It was a moment before she realised that he was staring at her. “What?”
“You have such an adorable accent,” he said slowly, “I was just wondering what you sound like when you’re begging to be allowed to come.”

Excerpt 2:
Trevor was about ready to explode, and they’d barely even begun their session in the dungeon. He preferred to give, rather than receive, orgasm control, he thought ruefully, as his hard-on rubbed against its leather confines.
Silver’s paperwork had clearly stated that she enjoyed knife play, but even he hadn’t anticipated quite what an effect his brother’s glinting blade would have on her. Almost the moment he’d produced it, her eyes had glazed over, and Trevor could see the chain on her neck pulsing as her heart began to race.
His eyes never left hers as he lifted his fingers to his mouth, licking them clean, savouring the taste of the extraordinary girl who was lying naked on the table, Trav’s knife still scraping her flesh, her cunt still contracting from her climax.
Christ, the things he wanted to do to her—he wasn’t sure whether a lifetime would be long enough, let alone a couple more days. He wished he could bottle the expression in her eyes whenever she looked at him.

Excerpt 3:

Oh shit, oh shit, what the fuck am I doing here? It had all seemed so exciting when she’d agreed to it in the safety of her own bedroom at home in Brisbane—being desired so much that someone was willing to pay for time with her had seemed like such a hot idea. To be bought as a plaything, with no control over who the purchaser was, what he chose to do to her, how he decided to use her—and yet to simultaneously have that fantasy fulfilled with the safety net of it happening at the Castle… it had seemed like a good idea at the time… back when she was feeling particularly submissive and masochistic, and would have given anything for a good, hard play. But now?
Now it was actually happening, and behind each of those flashing red lights in the dark void of the audience was a face, and she did not know a single one of them. You sort of know Trev, a small voice protested. Yeah, but he’s not the kind to need to pay for it, not when he probably gets it for free whenever he wants. What if someone really awful wins the bid, like that creepy dude who spoke to me earlier? It’s not like I can back out. I signed the waiver.
Silver started as the girl directly in front of her made her way up to the stage. She was vaguely aware of Master Marshall introducing her as ‘O’. Clever name, she thought.
‘O’ seemed enraptured to be there, at centre stage, and Silver gasped as the gorgeous girl suddenly stood with her back to the audience, bent over at the waist, and effectively mooned every single person in the room, provocatively, as if begging to be spanked, or fucked. Or both. Hardly surprising, then, that the bidding started thick and fast and only grew higher and higher, until ‘O’ was finally sold for the same amount as the girl before her; eight thousand dollars.
Shit, shit, shit, Silver cursed inwardly. The bids have been getting higher with each girl, but there’s no way I’ll ever fetch anything near that amount.
“And now ladies and gentlemen, please welcome our next girl up on stage… number eight, this is Silver, who has travelled all the way from Australia to be here with us this evening!” Master Marshall reached out to her, beckoning her to join him under the hot lights.
Don’t trip, don’t trip, don’t trip, Silver chanted inwardly as she ascended the small steps in those infuriating heels. After what felt like an eternity, she had finally taken her place beside the handsome, commanding, blond man who was hosting the event, and it was all she could do not to bury her face in his broad chest and hide.

Positively yummy excerpts Tabitha!

Thank you, Morganna, for taking the time to host me, it’s been lots of fun!

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Sharing Silver – Tabitha Black
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Blurb: It’s been six months since her vanilla marriage ended in divorce, and Sylvia is craving some fun and excitement – not to mention kink. So when her friend Rosa tells her about a slave auction being held at her workplace, the Castle, Sylvia throws caution to the wind and signs herself up to fly all the way to America to be sold off to the highest bidder under the nickname Silver. Gorgeous twin Castle Masters, Travis and Trevor, can have any girl they choose – and frequently do. The only downside to topping female guests, however, is the fact that there’s never enough time to build trust. So when Trevor hears about the auction, he decides it’s time to be selfish, and he and his brother set about looking for a plaything they can do whatever they want with – a girl with as few limits as possible.

When Silver and the twins meet, the chemistry is instantaneous and palpable. But all too soon, something more begins to develop between the three. What should have been a few days of physical excitement turns into an emotional roller coaster – not only for Silver, but for Travis and Trevor as well.

Overwhelmed by the events at the BDSM resort – and her feelings – Silver tries to get to grips with her past, as well as the fact that she’s rapidly falling in love with the two biggest playboys in Ohio.

In turn, Travis and Trevor are smitten by the mysterious girl from Australia, but whenever they try to get closer emotionally, she clams up. Can the twins make her see what she means to them before it’s too late, and Silver gets back on the plane home?

Saint Patrick’s Day Story- A day early…Pot O’ Gold

Pot O’ Gold

Maggie slammed on her breaks…something had run across the road in front of her. She grimaced when she heard a light bump. “Oh noo…I hit it.”

Climbing out of the car she went to investigate. Maggie straightened and blinked when she saw the tiny green man sitting on the road in front of her car rubbing a hand through his green hair.

“I…er…are you okay?” Maggie was a little unsure what one said to a gnome like green person. What was proper etiquette when dealing with a…leprechaun?

The little man gave her a resigned look as he got to his feet. “You’re a clever lass to trap me thusly.”

“Huh?…But I didn’t…”

With a little tap of his pointy green shoes with golden buckles he swept the tall green hat from his head, “Shamus O’Shannessy at your service.”

“Well…I”

“Now I’d prefer not to part with Me Pot O’Gold if it’s all the same to you.”

“I would never take your gold! That would be stealing! I have no need of your gold I can take care of myself!”

The little man blinked “Tis sure that you’re a feisty one Miss Maggie.”

Maggie took a step back, “How do you know my name?”

“I make a practice to know those who hunt me.”

“Why I never hunted you! I wouldn’t…I..”

“Ahhh Lass you’ve been calling out to me for years. Your need is like a siren’s song to one such as me.”

“What!?! I don’t need anything!”

The man studied her with a sad shake of his head. “Your need is so great it near breaks my heart. What’s your Pot O’ Gold Maggie?”

“What are you talking about? You don’t make any sense at all,” Maggie said beginning to get exasperated then felt immediately guilty for the turn of her thoughts. The poor little man must have hit his head harder than she thought. What was the protocol for injured Leprechauns? Did they have an Embassy? “I’m sorry Shamus. Does your head hurt? I can take you to a hospital.”

Shamus threw back his head and laughed. “What would I be doing in a hospital? I be fine Lass..but I do need to take care of our business and be on me way.”

“What business?”

“Why the business of yer wish gel.”

Maggie sighed, deciding to humor him. It was all a dream anyway…there were no such things as Leprechauns.

“Bite yer tongue gel!!”

“Huh?”

“No such thing indeed. Here I be in the flesh and still ye doubt.”

Maggie blinked twice…this was all so strange…and couldn’t possibly be real. She took a deep breath. “All right. I wish for…”

“Nay lass. That’s not how it works.”

Maggie frowned down at him. She was a bit disgruntled that he’d stopped her from making her wish. “What?”

“I’m a special sort of Leprechaun. You can only be wishing for what you need most in the world.”

“A million bucks would have gone a long way to meeting my needs.”

Another sad shake of his shaggy green head. “Oh Lass…most real needs have naught to do with money.”

“Fine. I wish for whatever it is that I need most! There…I made my wish… Are you satisfied?”

He chortled with glee and spun in such a rapid circle he almost made Maggie dizzy. Then he spun to a stop at her feet and doffed his hat with a little bow. “It was a pleasure doing business with ye Miss Maggie my Lass…find yer own Pot O’Gold before its too late.” Then with a loud pop he disappeared right before her eyes.

Maggie blinked and shook her head then blinked again. This was surely the most bizarre thing that had ever happened to her. She certainly couldn’t share the story. Everyone would think she was crazier than a loon!

“Oh geeze…maybe I hit MY head,” Maggie climbed back into her car determined to put it all behind her.

***

Cord frowned as he parked in front of Tansies Tavern. He had hardly believed it when a co-worker had told him that Maggie was working there. Little Maggie May was a thorn in his side. He’d been shocked when his friend Luke had called him and said Maggie was moving to New Orleans. Why on earth would her family allow her to move half way across the world all alone? Then he’d met Maggie. She was a force to be reckoned with, independent, beautiful, confident and feisty as hell. It had taken a matter of days for him to fall like a ton of bricks.

He’d tried to court her but she kept him at a distance, telling him that she had to make it on her own before she settled down. Her blasted independence! Every time he saw her she seemed to have lost a little more weight and the bright sparkle was fading from her glorious brown eyes.

Cord walked into the bar and froze in his tracks. There was Maggie decked out in a tiny green bustier with a little black fringe that was supposed to be a skirt, fishnet stockings and big silver platform heels. Her golden hair spilled to her shoulders in luxurious curls that she flipped at the customers as she strutted across the top of the bar.

“Now gentlemen…Maggie is so pleased that you’ve decided to follow her from the parade to our establishments St. Patrick’s Day bash…but give the girl a little air,” Came the booming voice of the bartender.

Maggie smiled again down at the leering men as she dodged their hands from her place on the bar. What a way to make a buck!

Suddenly a hand locked around her leg and pulled her from the bar. Maggie was shocked to find herself pressed against a very large and seemingly unwashed gentleman. She sniffed and held her head back.

“Please sir…let me go…I’m not on the menu.”

“I want some of what you’ve been promisin girlie!” He said with a growl before pressing a wet kiss into her neck.

A roar of rage echoed through the tavern and suddenly Maggie was free and the unwashed man was lying in the middle of the floor.

“Cord!” Maggie gasped as her brother’s handsome friend shackled her wrist in his hand and turned to face the rest of the mob of leering men.

“Anyone else?” He asked with a menacing growl. The men shook their heads and bellied up to the bar as a single unit.

Cord nodded with satisfaction and began towing Maggie towards the door.

“Wait! Cord what are you doing? I can’t leave I work here!”

“You just quit!”

“I did no such thing! I need the money!”

Cord dealt with Maggie’s dragging feet by tossing her across one broad shoulder. The whistle from the bar made him glance at her bottom. The nonexistent skit displayed her generous curves to all leaving only a thong and fishnets to conceal her most personal of secrets. Cord glared at the whistler shielding the area as best he could with the palm of his hand.

“Cord Danvers you unhand me this instant!”

A well-placed slap to her vulnerable bottom was his only response.

“Oooowwww! Cord! How dare you! Put me down!”

“My wish is your command!”

Cord stood her on her feet then pulled her quickly across his lap as he sat on a nearby bench. The skirt of her uniform or lack thereof left him nothing to raise to expose his target area. He brought his palm down hard against her upturned bottom.

“Owww…Cord…stop…wait…please!”

“I have waited…I’ve waited for you to come to your senses…loving someone doesn’t make you any less independent…if anything it makes you stronger…I’ve had enough of your protests!” Cord hand continued to fall as he read her the riot act leaving a blistering sting in its wake.

“And THIS place…THIS outfit…what were you thinking?” If anything his hand began to fall harder when he was reminded of the situation he’d just removed her from.

“Ooooooowwwwwwwww…I’m sorreeeeeeee…I hated it…but I was broke…oooooowwwwwwwooooooo…I’m sorreeeee!”

Maggie found herself pressed tightly to his chest her tears wetting his neck. “When I saw that man’s hands on you…oh baby you scared me,” Cord squeezed her tight.

Maggie looked up at him and touched his cheek. “I’m so sorry Cord…I should never have taken that job. I won’t fight you or what I feel anymore.”

Cord loaded her in his car to take her home. As Maggie looked out the window she saw a flash of green and a little voice whispered in her head. “What’s your Pot O’Gold?”

In an instant everything clicked and Maggie turned to Cord with fresh tears in her eyes. “Oh Cord I’ve been such a fool.”

Cord frowned as he parked in front of her apartment then grinned and pulled her close. “I’ve been trying to tell you that for over a year Maggie me girl, but you know your punishment is far from over.”

Maggie nodded and led him inside.

Once they reached her apartment Cord wasted no time pulling Maggie back over his knee.

“Cord can’t we talk about this?” she asked nervously as he pulled the thong and stockings down her legs leaving her bare from the waist down with the exception of the almost non-existent skirt.

“I’ve done all the talking I plan to do young lady,” he said sternly. “You’ve led me a merry chase but now it’s over and as far as I’m concerned you’ll never spend another night away from me.”

She shivered enjoying rough power in his deep voice as his words rolled over her, Cord was taking control and she liked it. Then he began to deliver crisp slaps all over her bottom with no discernible pattern.

Soon Maggie was wriggling in an effort to escape his hard hand, but Cord tightened the hand around her waist holding her easily in place for his punishment.

“I’m sorreee Cord! Please…I’ll be good I promise!”

Cord’s punishing hand then gentled as it began to rub across her tender flesh in a gliding caress that left Maggie lifting her bottom for more. Each pass of his hand over her hot bottom brought him closer and closer to her core, where her body readied itself for his possession.

Maggie moved her legs apart eager for his fingers to touch her and relieve the ache of her need. Then one long finger sank deep as his thumb played across her clit. Cord worked her expertly with his fingers until she came with a gasping scream over his knee.

Then Maggie climbed off his lap and got to her hands and knees on the floor in front of him, looking over her shoulder, “I need you Cord.”

Cord watched as Maggie pressed her chest down with her hands and elbows pressing to the floor. She gave him a mischievous little grin over her shoulder; her blond hair swirling about her face. Her creamy breasts were spilling from the top of the bustier and the little skirt left her rosy bottom on delightful display.

Cord wasted no time dropping his pants and kneeling behind her on the floor; he delivered two sharp swats to each bottom cheek before fitting the head of his cock to her weeping slit.
Maggie raised her hips in an effort to bring him inside, but instead her began spanking her again hard as he eased just a fraction of an inch inside, “Who’s in charge Maggie?”

She tried to buck back and take him deep but one firm hand on her hip held her in place as he spanked her while teasing her with the head of his swollen cock.

“Who’s in charge Maggie?”

“You are Cord! You’re in charge! Please…” she begged.

Cord lunged forward and took her to the hilt with one hard thrust, then he stilled his balls pressing tight against her body to give her a chance to get accustomed to his girth and length.

“You feel so good inside me,” she panted wriggling around to get the friction she craved so badly.

More searing swats fell hard and fast, the searing heat shooting straight to her clit and almost sending her over the edge.

“You’ll take what I give you Maggie Mine,” then he was riding her hard and deep; pulling out almost to the tip of his cock and then slamming back inside.

Maggie pressed her chest completely to the floor and spread her legs even further apart to take him even deeper. Each slam of his cock against her cervix spiraling her higher and higher until she shattered around him with a hoarse shout.

When she would have collapsed bonelessly to the floor Cord held her in place, “We’re not done yet love.”

He continued to move, altering his angle to hit a spot inside her that made her clench down with every inward thrust as his hand reached around to catch her clit between his thumb and forefinger to send her over the edge again.

As she came around him, Cord pressed deep and began to grind against her while pinching her clit hard.

This time her back arched and she opened her mouth in a silent scream as her body shook and her sheath began to milk him until he gave her everything.

As Cord wrapped her close to hold her in the shelter of his arms, Maggie smiled knowing she was home. She’d found her Pot O’ Gold.

Free Story Friday-The Tale of the Reluctant Thigh High

Happy Friday everyone! Be sure to watch out my blog on St. Patrick’s day next Tuesday for a special free story. Also my new book His Girl, His Rules came out yesterday so I hope you check it out! Happy Reading and have a fabulous Friday!

The Tale of the Reluctant Thigh High

I was so excited; the chance to substitute at the exclusive Hinnniman School was more than I had expected. I knew many substitutes ended up with permanent positions with the school and the pay was out of this world.

I wanted to make the best impression possible so I chose my wardrobe carefully. I decided on a pencil slim black skirt that fell to just above my ankles and my fuzzy cowl necked purple sweater. I frowned as I dug through the drawer in which I keep my hosiery. All I had was a pair of black thigh highs that had been worn several times. I studied the elastic band at the top of them critically; well they would have to do as I was running late. I quickly finished dressing and hurried out the door.

The school was huge. It took me an age to find the office; I was relieved to find upon talking with the secretary that the teacher I was filling in for didn’t have a class first period. The secretary smiled handing me the substitute badge and directions to Ms. Carter’s room.

“It’s on the second floor, there are some steps over there and the classrooms are against that back wall,” she said pointing me in the right direction.

I climbed the stairs noticing that something about the thigh high on my right leg didn’t feel quite right. I decided that I would pop into a bathroom and check it once I found my room. I was walking down the hall studying room numbers when the unthinkable happened.

My right thigh high suddenly fell completely down around my ankle! I gasped and looked all around. So far no one seemed to be noticing my predicament. I looked down hoping that it wouldn’t look as bad as it felt. No such luck, it had settled into a silky pool around my shoe.

I hurried along the hallways trying hard to fade into the background, praying no one looked in the vicinity of my feet. I finally stopped when I found a little corner between the lockers and a wall. I looked around; no one seemed to be coming. I quickly pulled the thigh high from my foot; unfortunately my shoe came with it, as the stocking seemed to have become tangled around it. I heard someone coming and crushed the shoe and stocking to my chest doing my best to appear nonchalant as I stood there in one heel and one bare foot. I smiled as the kids walked past in their spiffy uniforms.

As soon as they had passed I began trying to disentangle my shoe from the reluctant hosiery. I had it stretched out hanging from the shoe trying to figure out where it was caught when I heard a horrified gasp. I jumped and looked up into the eyes of a distinguished looking gentleman.

I felt my face flame as his shocked expression transformed into a fierce glare. “Young lady, we DO NOT strip in the halls.”

Strip? “But I wasn’t! You see my shoe got hung in the hose and I was trying to get it loose,” mortified I tried to explain.

The man’s eyes went from one well-shod foot to the other embarrassingly bare one, I felt like my scarlet red toes were winking like a beacon at him. I sighed and tried to tuck my bare foot beneath the other. Then he looked back at the mangled piece of hosiery and shoe in my hands and his mouth firmed once again.

“I believe we will finish this discussion in my office,” he informed me as he took a strong hold on my elbow and marched me down the hall.

Having one heel on and the other off, my march was decidedly lop-sided. Unfortunately that didn’t seem to slow him down any. Before I knew it I was ensconced in the chair across from the headmaster’s desk. Great first impression I thought with a sigh.

Hoping to save face a little I began babbling to him about the events of the morning. At least he would know how I had gotten to be where I was shoe and stocking in hand.

The headmaster stood after listening to my tale. “Young lady you if you would present a more prepared attitude about life such things wouldn’t happen. I am going to help you in that regard. You may now prepare to take the consequences of partially undressing in my hallway.”

I think it was at this point that I aspirated my gum. Consequences? “What do you mean sir?”

“Take the position across the desk,” he instructed me.

Take the position! He couldn’t be serious! “You can’t be serious sir! I’m a teacher not a student! Well at least I’m a substitute teacher,” I said holding up my nifty badge.

“Young lady if you’ve any desire to teach or substitute in this institution or any other again I suggest you do as I’ve instructed,” he said firmly.

I felt tears gathering behind my eyes as I realized I had no real choice if I wanted a chance to teach at this school or any other for that matter. I rose from my chair with as much dignity as I could manage and lowered myself across his desk.

I was surprised when he pulled me up. Maybe he wasn’t serious after all.

All my hopes of a big joke on me went out the window when he jerked my skirt up around my waist and pushed me back across the desk. Oh my god! I thought terribly embarrassed by having my panties on display. I nearly died when I felt his fingers hook in the top of said panties. He couldn’t!

“Wait you can’t do that!” I cried.

“I find that when dealing with a woman that is supposed to be an adult and beyond such punishments, it’s much more effective if delivered on the bare.” With that my panties were tugged to mid thigh.

I thought things couldn’t possibly get any worse until I saw him pull the paddle from his desk drawer. At the sight of it my bottom cheeks clenched involuntarily.

The headmaster walked back to the side of the desk I was bent across, my bottom raised high for the paddle. I closed my eyes and cringed as I waited for the paddle to fall.

I opened them back up in surprise when he lightly tapped the paddle on my bottom several times. Oh that’s not bad at all I thought.

CRACK!!!!!!!!!!

“Holy Hell!” I yelled shooting up off the desk and grabbing my bottom.

“That’s hardly language befitting a teacher young lady; that earned you two more swats. Back into position, don’t get out of position again,” he said guiding me back across the desk.

I grabbed the other side bracing myself for what was to come. That horrid paddle descended upon my poor backside again and again. I’ve no idea how many times it fell; I was a sobbing mess after the fifth swat so I lost track.

The next thing I knew the headmaster was pulling me up and into a comforting hug. “There, there dear…it’s all over now. My you do carry on,” he said rubbing my back as he comforted me.

I sniffed and wiped my tears away. The heat in my bottom was incredibly intense; I winced as I pulled my panties up over my tender posterior. I went ahead and pulled the other thigh high off and frowned when I realized the shoe that had been on my foot was now gone. I looked questioningly at the headmaster.

“It’s over there,” he said pointing to the far wall with a curious grin. As I walked over and retrieved my shoe from its place against the wall I noticed the picture above it was slightly crooked and straightened it.

I disentangled the other shoe from its silken prison and put both shoes back on my feet where they belonged. Hopefully no one would notice I was going without. Of course it wasn’t like I was staying; the headmaster probably wanted me off the premises as soon as I had myself together.

“You’d better hurry dear or you’ll be late for your first class. I don’t want to have to take you to task for tardiness too,” the headmaster said glancing at his watch.

“You mean I can still substitute today?” I asked.

“Well of course, you took the consequences for your actions and I dare say it won’t happen again. Will it?” he asked giving me a pointed look.

“Oh no sir,” I assured him before hurrying out the door to my class. I paused and looked back at him, “thank you sir.”

He nodded and sat down behind his big desk obviously dismissing me.

I made my way to my classroom; ready to begin my first day. Maybe it would turn into a permanent job.

Ruefully rubbing my tender tush I hoped I didn’t called to the Headmaster’s office again anytime soon.

Free Story Friday- Bad girl, Bad girl…Whatcha Gonna Do…

Hi all! I’m posting this a day early again as today is a snow day and I find myself with plenty of time. 🙂 I hope everyone is staying safe and warm. My new book should be out soon, His Girl, His Rules. I hope to have more information regarding its release soon. Happy Reading!
Morganna

Bad Girl, Bad girl…whatcha gonna do…

“What! You can’t give me another ticket!” wailed the petite blond.

“Were you or were you not speeding Ma’am?”

“This is the fourth ticket you’ve given me in the last two weeks! That’s …that’s …harassment!” she glared at the stern faced officer.

“It would only be harassment if you weren’t committing a crime Ma’am. Need I remind you that this is the fourth time in three weeks I’ve stopped you? Once for no seat belt and three times for speeding; one would think you would take the hint and slow down.”

“Don’t you have crime fighting to do? How is it that you have all this spare time to spend harassing innocent citizens? Trolling the highways to find someone without a seat belt or going a few measly miles above the speed limit …that is harassment and nothing less!”

The officer shook his head, the little blond was cute but she badly needed a firm hand to bring her back in line. Too bad he was on duty or he might just make it his business to turn her into a law-abiding citizen.

“I suggest you slow down Ma’am. If I have to stop you for speeding again I might just have to have your license revoked.”

She gasped. “Are you threatening me Officer Dawson? Was that a threat?”

“No Ma’am it was a promise,” the officer stated tipping his hat to her before walking away.

Mandy gave a loud humpfing sound as she sat in her seat fuming at the officer’s highhandedness. The man had entirely too much time on his hands. He should be out fighting crime …keeping the streets clean not terrorizing innocents! No wonder the crime show cops never came here …to boring.

Mandy brightened and straightened in her seat with a grin. That’s it! She put her car into gear and headed for home. She had some plans to make.

***

Two days later …

Mandy pulled the bill of her baseball cap down over her eyes as she watched the police car pull out from the curb. This was it! She was going to catch him red handed harassing another innocent!

She followed him at a sedate pace not wanting to draw attention to herself.

When he stopped his car and got out to talk to a woman on the side of the road she got her camera ready.

“Aaaahaaaa! Harassing another innocent young woman I see Officer Dawson! What do you have to say for yourself?”

Derrick Dawson blinked in surprise as the young blond in a baseball cap popped out of the bushes with a camcorder in her hand. She popped a bubble as if to emphasize her point. “What the hell are you doing?”

“I’m exposing you for the shameless man that you are! Harassing young women who are simply minding their own business. How does it feel Ma’am to be harassed in such a way?”

The young woman frowned in confusion, “I don’t know what you’re talking about. He came because I needed help. I accidentally locked my keys in my car and my baby is still inside.”

Mandy lowered the camera and peered inside the car. Sure enough there was a wide eyed baby staring back at her with a toothless grin. “Oh …well …carry on then …this is important business.”

The officer quirked a brow at her, “Think so?”

She popped another bubble in his face, “Remember I’m watching you Bub.”

He shook his head as he watched the ditzy blond get back into her car. The woman obviously needed some sort of intervention.

Officer Dawson had the car door unlocked in no time flat and a very happy mother was reunited with her baby.

Mandy popped out at him again when he was filling his car with gas. He had stopped to talk to the man at the tank next to his. It was a neighbor and they were discussing the new neighborhood watch program that Derrick planned to implement in a few weeks.

“What did this poor unsuspecting gentleman do to earn your displeasure?”

“No one here is earning my displeasure but you young lady. I suggest you put down the camera and get back into your car.”

Mandy slumped against the squad car her camera listing forgotten to the left. She looked beseechingly at the man at the next pump. “He wasn’t giving you a ticket? Reading you the Miranda? Threatening to beat you with a rubber hose?”

The man laughed, “Derrick? No we were discussing the new neighborhood watch program and the fact that trash day has been moved to Tuesday.”

“Oh …well …okay.”

They watched as she walked slowly back to her car a defeated pose in her every step.

“Just what is that girl up to Derrick?”

“No good and she’s about to land herself in a heap of trouble,” Derrick said as he frowned thoughtfully at the young blonde’s retreating back.

“Good luck with that one son,” the man clapped him on the shoulder as he recognized the gleam in Derrick’s eye. He’d been young once too and looked at the young flirt that would become his wife in much the same way.

***

“GOTTCHA!”

Derrick and the hot dog vendor he was buying lunch from nearly had heart failure when she jumped out from between two parked cars.

“Was that a bribe? Sir? Is he making you pay for keeping the health department off your back? You could file charges …he has a …”

“I was giving him his change. He bought a hot dog.”

“Oh …well it is lunch time I suppose.”

“Mandy?”

She jumped in surprise. He remembered her name. “Yes?”

“Enough of this nonsense, the tickets I gave you were well and truly deserved. Not harassment. I suggest you stop this foolish game before you end up with more than you bargained for.”

“You just don’t want me to catch you in the act!”

“In the act of being a police officer?” he asked incredulously.

“In the act of harassing innocent citizens. Stomping all over their civil rights!” she cried passionately.

Derrick glared down at her, “Just remember you’ve been warned.”

Mandy thought she had him when she followed him to the bank. He was crouched behind a car watching someone inside.

She ran up the sidewalk towards the bank eager to catch the whole thing on film and collided with a masked man holding a gun.

The camera caught the man just under the chin and his gun went flying. Mandy was knocked to her bottom with the force of the collision; the masked man was in a crumpled heap at her feet.

Strong arms lifted Mandy to her feet. “Are you okay? Did he hurt you?”

“I …I’m fine …is that a gun? Was he …oh god I think I’m gonna be sick!”

Derrick helped Mandy to the curb while the other officers handcuffed the bank robber.

“Mandy what were you thinking? You could have been killed.”

Tears filled her eyes as she looked up at him. “I was going to catch you on tape …I …”

“Mandy I’ve told you repeatedly that I am a policeman. It’s my job to stop people who are speeding and treating their lives and the lives of other’s carelessly. I don’t harass people. I do my job!” he said more than fed up with her antics.

She sniffled. “I’m sorry.”

“Yes well you soon will be.” Derrick lifted her back to her feet and frog marched her to the waiting squad car.

“Hey wait! What are you doing?” she asked as put her into the back of the car.

“What I should have done the second time I had to pull you over for speeding,” he told her matter of factly.

“What about my rights? Don’t you have to read me my rights?” Mandy asked in alarm.

“You have the right to kick, scream, squall and bawl as much as you want too. You have no need of an attorney to represent you because the only thing that needs to be presented is your bottom. Anything you say can and will result in further punishment by belt, paddle or tawse. Do you understand these rights as they have been presented to you?”

“What? You can’t mean that you intend to…”

“Spank you? Yes Ma’am I do.”

“But you can’t spank me! That’s barbaric!” Mandy cried.

The stoic faced officer didn’t say another word as he drove to a secluded rest stop. He pulled a reluctant Mandy from the car and jerked her pants and panties to her knees. Then her bottom was indeed presented for punishment raised high over his strong thigh.

She bucked and hollered as his hand began to impart its message.

“Oooowwwwwwww!”

“You will not ever follow me or any other officer while they are on duty. You will not ever place yourself in such a dangerous situation again! You will drive two miles below the speed limit or face the consequences. You will wear your seat belt at all times. Do I make myself clear?”

Mandy had lost track of the number of times his hard hand had fallen across her upturned backside. The sting it had left in its wake was awesome. She wouldn’t sit for days and days.

She writhed over his lap as his hand continued to fall without mercy, “Owwww…I’m sorreee! Please stop!”

Derrick continued to spank the delightful bottom bouncing so delightfully under his hand until it was scarlet.

Mandy began to cry falling limply over his knee as she accepted her punishment. It had definitely not been one of her better ideas to try to cause him so much grief.

Another sharp swat brought her attention back to the matter at hand.

“I asked if I’d made myself clear young lady?” he asked sternly.

“Yes Sir!!!! Crystal! I’ll be good as gold I promise,” she said softly.

“Good,” he stood her on her feet before him and helped her to straighten her clothing. “If I ever have to stop you for speeding again you’ll get a sore bottom to go with the ticket.”

“Yes sir,” Mandy stammered as she looked up into his stern blue eyes. She’d never noticed how handsome he was before. A little thrill raced through her when he smiled and wiped a tear from her cheek with one gloved finger.

She frowned when he pulled his ticket book from his pocket and began writing.

“You’re giving me another ticket?”

He just grinned and handed it to her. “It should be a crime for such a little trouble maker to be as cute as you are.”

Mandy grinned as she read the ticket. ‘You are hereby ordered to present yourself promptly at seven this evening for a dinner date with Officer Derrick Dawson.’

A becoming blush filled her cheeks as she looked up at him with a shy smile. “I’d love to.”

Derrick laughed. “It wasn’t a question.”