Mary Wehr is visiting with a hot scene from her new book, A Heart’s Endeavor!

I’m so excited Mary Wehr has popped by to say hello and tell us about her new book, A Heart’s Endeavor. She’s also brought us a super spicy scene to enjoy. Check out that cover! Have you people ever seen a sexier chin? Gotta love a strong jaw! Be sure to grab her book while its on sale, because its a steal! I already got mine!  ~Morganna

new cover

A Heart’s Endeavor


There are times when it’s best to allow your heart to overrule your head.

Being diagnosed with depression not only messed up Melanie Manning’s life, but her marriage as well. Her husband made it very clear that he considered her “damaged goods” and he didn’t have time to coddle a mentally ill wife. After his sudden death, Melanie knew she was destined to be alone. Loneliness sounded a hell of a lot better than exposing her illness to another man. Her self-esteem couldn’t survive another blow.

When state trooper Jack Horan meets Melanie, the attraction is immediate. Her deep blue eyes make him weak in the knees, but those eyes also hold a hint of sadness. Jack is determined to wipe away her pain, but how can he do that when Melanie refuses to let him get close to her?

Can Melanie learn to face her fears and trust her heart in the hands of another man?

Content Warning: some strong language, spanking, and sex play with a piece of fruit wielded by a hot guy in uniform.

Amazon Author page




Twitter  @blushingmaryw



Cool air assaulted her breasts. Jack suckled each nipple in turn. He tugged her dress further so it lay bunched at her waist. His licked her belly, then moved downward and delved into her naval. Soon, he was licking her pussy through her wet panties. The silken material triggered a friction so hot and intense that Mel bucked against his mouth.

She heard a loud ripping sound and gasped when his mouth covered her bare pussy. Dear Lord, the man had ripped her panties from her body. This dominant side of Jack had her panting for more of his rough handling. He dropped kisses along her inner thighs, growled, and covered the flesh between her legs with his mouth. Mel screamed and dug her fingernails into his shoulders. She rocked her pussy and shamelessly rode his face as wave upon wave of an incredible orgasm overtook her. She swore her toes curled.

Jack moved back up her body and rested his forehead against hers. She kissed him frantically and tasted herself on his lips. Mel reached between their bodies and stroked his cock. She licked her lips.

“Baby, you’re looking to have a cock shoved down your throat.”

Mel gently pushed at his chest and dropped to the floor on both knees. “I want you deep in my throat while I suck you off.” Her hands shook slightly as she slowly unbuckled his leather belt. She carefully rasped his zipper down inch by agonizing inch.

Mel’s mouth went dry at the erection tenting his white boxers. The man had to be sporting at least nine inches. Moisture trailed down the inside of her thighs. She was so ready for this. For him. The mere thought of taking his hard male flesh into her mouth had her on the verge of another orgasm.

Jack arched upward and pushed his boxers to his feet. His cock sprang free amidst a cluster of dark hair. Mel’s heart raced. He was so big, so hard, and oh-so-mouthwatering she couldn’t wait to wrap her lips around him. Savoring his musky scent, she leaned forward and tongued his cockhead, licking away the drop of fluid seeping from the tiny slit. He tasted delicious, and she dove in for another nibble. Jack’s slow hiss boasted Mel’s self-esteem. She hadn’t felt this confident in her ability to please a man in years. His praise for her prowess urged her to take him fully into her mouth until the hairs on his groin tickled her nose. She sucked him greedily as if he was a lollipop.

“God, woman, your mouth is incredible.”

Mel licked his cock from base to tip and cleaned the milky white fluid seeping from his cockhead. Scooting closer, she ran her fingers down his slick, muscled arms and gripped his hands. She curled her fingers around his wrists and lifted his hands to her head. Jack cupped her jaw and forced her mouth to open wider.


Author Bio

I can totally get into reading about strong, stern heroes and the sassy women who love to drive them up a wall. LOL. Of course, when these ladies get way too out of hand, the hero doesn’t think twice about dishing out a good spanking. I write Contemporary DD Romance and Historical Western Spanking Romance.

Aside from reading, I like to go for long walks. I also have a weakness for animals. My yard is full of squirrels, chipmunks and birds. Deer pass through once in a while which is always nice to see. I honestly don’t know what I’d do without my furry, feathered friends. Thank you so much for buying my books. I’d love to hear from you. E-mail me at:

Happy reading!



His Rebellious Mate is live on Amazon!She’s a feisty one, I wonder how long before she’s over Jackson’s knee?

I’m so excited that release day for book three of my Ramelian Brides series finally came! His Rebellious Mate is available on Amazon! Maggie is one of the feistiest heroine’s I’ve ever written, I hope you love her as much as I do! I have a hot excerpt for you today. Happy reading! ~Morganna



Nineteen-year-old Maggie Treenan, the youngest daughter of a human mother and a Ramelian commander, is certain that her brothers’ best friend, Jackson Marks, is destined to be her mate. Unfortunately for Maggie, however, Jackson sees her as nothing more than a sweet but silly girl, and when she throws herself at him to convince him otherwise she only manages to earn herself a stern scolding and a painful, embarrassing bare-bottom spanking.


To make matters worse, his chastisement triggers her mating fever just before he leaves Earth to return to his post with the Ramelian Guard. Heartbroken and overwhelmed by her unmet need for the man her body knows full well is her mate, Maggie spends the next eight years running a biker bar, riding motorcycles, and doing her best to forget about Jackson.


When he returns to Earth at last, it doesn’t take long for Jackson to figure out what has happened. Realizing how difficult it must have been for Maggie to live for all those years with the fierce, inescapable lusts of her mating heat—lusts that only he can quench—he sets out to claim her properly and make things right as soon as possible.


But Maggie has grown into a feisty, headstrong woman, and Jackson soon realizes that taming her is going to be no easy task. He will need to be loving, but he will also need to be firm, even when that means punishing her thoroughly for her stubbornness. Will his rebellious mate learn to submit, or will she find herself spending most of her time with blushing cheeks and a bottom that is sore both inside and out?


Publisher’s Note: His Rebellious Mate is the third book of the Ramelian Brides series, which began with The Commander’s Mate and continued with The Commander’s Daughter. It is an erotic romance novel that contains spankings, sexual scenes, anal play, elements of BDSM, and more. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.



Maggie sprang up from where she’d been sitting on the couch and slapped him roundly across the face. “That you would deliberately put me through mating heat with no relief is unforgiveable!”

“What are you talking about, Maggie?” he asked, shocked by her behavior.

“Do you really want to understand?” she asked with an arched brow.

Jackson frowned, obviously confused by the level of anger she had for him. “Yes, baby, help me understand why you’re so upset.”

Since he was still wearing the enforcer uniform he’d been given earlier when he’d arrived at the earth enforcement center, he still had his stunner and immobilizers on his belt. “May I borrow your cuffs?”

Jackson warily handed her his immobilizing cuffs. “Now what?”

“Strip and then sit down in this chair,” Maggie ordered him as she pulled a straight-backed armless chair to the center of the room.

Jackson stripped quickly down to his undershorts, then sat down in the chair and allowed her to fasten the immobilizing cuffs to his wrists around the back of the chair. The cuffs rendered his upper body completely unable to move; it was the quickest way to subdue a prisoner.

“When I said strip I meant completely,” Maggie said with a smirk as she pulled his underwear swiftly down his body, leaving him bare to her interested gaze. She smiled as his cock immediately began to grow and swell underneath her close regard.

Maggie felt her face flush as she stared at his now erect cock. With a soft sigh of need she reached into her bustier and lifted her breasts free, the undergarment pushing them up and emphasizing their roundness. She began to pluck lightly at her erect nipples as Jackson watched, licking his lips as if he were starving for a taste of her.

“Like what you see?” Maggie asked him huskily.

“More than you know,” he rasped.

Maggie made her decision. This was the only way he could truly understand what she’d been through the last eight years. She had to bring on his own mating heat and leave him wanting, aching with need.

She quickly pushed her leather pants and panties down her legs, leaving her only in the bustier resting beneath her breasts. The scent of her arousal filled the room, causing Jackson’s nostrils to flare as the wetness leaked steadily from her core to bathe her upper thighs.

Maggie stalked toward him with a sultry smile, straddling his legs on the chair and feeding the tip of one breast between his lips.

Her back bowed as he sucked her nipple hard, wringing a needy moan from her lips. She couldn’t resist cupping the back of his head and pulling him to her as he sucked greedily on her swollen nipple.

Jackson released her breast with a popping sound, then moved his head to the other nipple giving it the same treatment. Her breasts throbbed as a matching pulse grew in her clit, leaving her aching with need.

Maggie knew she had to hurry or she wouldn’t be able to resist taking him completely. Pulling away from his greedy mouth, she reached down and spread the damp lips of her sex as she sank down on his lap so the lips wrapped the base of his shaft.

They both groaned at the intimate contact, and she leaned forward and kissed him deeply, sinking her tongue into his mouth as she began to rock up and down on his shaft, coating him in her arousal as she ground against him, the delicious friction on her clit making her moan into his mouth.

Jackson pulled his mouth free. “Maggie, put me inside you. I need to be inside you.” She ignored his pleas and continued to glide her clit up and down his shaft, denying him entrance until she shuddered softly against him in a clitoral orgasm.

She stood up and reached inside herself to gather as much of her essence as possible then made sure every inch of his pulsing shaft was covered in it, before gathering a little more and bringing her fingers to his lips.

“Taste me,” she ordered softly.

Jackson sucked her fingers deep and licked them clean. Maggie’s knees were weak with the need to climb back on top of him and impale herself on his impressive length.

She shook herself and pulled away, knowing he was watching in growing confusion as she pulled her panties and leather pants back on and then put her breasts back inside the cups of the bustier.

“Maggie, what are you doing?” Jackson asked in obvious confusion.

“I’m ensuring you understand what being in mating heat for the last eight years was like for me, Jackson. You said you wanted to understand. I’ve triggered your mating heat. Soon you’ll be mindless with your need for me. I know I can’t avoid our mating indefinitely but I’m going away for a few days.”

“Don’t you dare leave this apartment, Margaret!” Jackson roared.

Maggie grabbed the saddlebags already packed with some clothes and her sybian. “Someday I hope you’ll understand. I’ll call someone to let you out of the cuffs.”

“Margaret!” he roared her name again warningly. “If you do this I will paddle your ass!”

She grinned impudently at him. “You’ll have to catch me first. Goodbye, Jackson.”


Amazon Buy Link:

Mark S. R. Sterling is visiting to talk about his new book, Stranded with Charlotte



Sometimes the best path between two points is not the straight line.

A voyage of self discovery awaits Jon Howard as he travels across the country for his mother’s funeral. Leaving his beloved Charlotte, North Carolina behind, Jon and his troubled psyche travel to Hawaii where his detested stepfather awaits. Along the way, both his soul and the airplane break down. To pass the time, his fellow stranded travelers each tell a short story of their own sensual discoveries. Through these tales, they teach Jon not only about sex, but also about life, love, and, forgiveness.

Karen is not sure why she is attracted to the shy engineer. His gentle manners and the fact that he has a job are a welcome change from her previous lovers. When fate intervenes, and the couple finds that there is no room at the inn, they discover what truly binds them together.

Reality eclipses his dreams, and Jon discovers that the distance he has traveled has been much farther than merely achieving his destination.

It may be too late to change the past, but the future has yet to begin.





Jon touched her face. Her lips parted. He stooped and haltingly kissed her again.


Taking his hand, she led him back to her room. Jon watched her close and lock the door. She attached the safety chain before facing him. After a glance, she looked down to her shoes. She clasped her hands behind her back and twisted in a coy, schoolgirl fashion.


“Sir, how did you want me? That is, how did you want to position me for my spanking?”


Jon cleared his throat and glanced about the room. His mind spun through the scenarios he had seen played out in the videos. There was no straight back chair. Both the reading chair by the window and the office style desk chair had arms. He sat on the corner of the bed.


“Over my lap, of course.” He tried to sound firm and confident.


With some hesitation, which Jon thought might be real trepidation, she lowered herself across his knees. She reached up to the head of the bed and pulled a pillow under her face. Her hips were squarely over his thigh and she opened her feet a foot or so apart. She dug the toes of her sneakers into the carpet.


“May I have a safe word, Sir?”

“Yes.” The confident tone in his voice came easy. “If you say ‘horse feathers’ once, then I will know to be more gentle. If you say it twice, I will stop your punishment. Otherwise, any pleas you make – any begging for me to stop – will only be a sign that my spanking is getting its job done. Okay?”


“Yes, Sir, I understand.”


He placed his left arm across her waist; his hand gripped her side and pulled her snug against his belly. His right hand lightly touched her bottom. Jon gave Karen a caress followed by a gentle squeeze. He had never touched a female bottom before. Her flesh was so delicious to hold.  She invitingly wiggled. He lifted his hand and lightly patted her tush. While he had watched endless spanking videos, and performed this exact act many times in his dreams, this was Jon’s first spank upon a real woman’s derrière.


He paused. How hard should I swat her?


Karen wiggled again. He swatted her other butt cheek – a bit harder.


Now that was an absolutely delicious excerpt! How often do we hear about a dominant’s first time? This is a must read for me! Come on and hit one of the links below and claim a copy for your very own! I did! Happy reading! ~Morganna


Buy links:





Apple I-tunes


Page Foundry:




Extremely Late Free Friday Spanking Story-The Escort

Hello all! Its been a wonderful week for me, book #3 of my Ramelian Bride series is with my editor and should be released soon but most exciting was discovering that three of my books were included in Spanking Romance Reviews Best of 2015 nominations. Thhe fact that some readers thought enough of my books to nominate them alongside of my own favorite authors is an honor I’ll never forget, thank you.

These are the four categories my books received nomination for:

Claiming Their Mate-Best Menage

The Alpha’s Reluctant Mate- Best Spanking Paranormal Romance

Unacceptable Behavior-Best Cover Art, cover by Korey Mae Johnson

Unacceptable Behavior-Best Heroine (Maxine)

I can’t thank my readers enough for their support. Happy Reading! ~Morganna

The Escort

Lily took a deep breath then swallowed the contents of the small shot glass in one hurried gulp. The burn of the whiskey made her gasp.

Eyeing the empty glass thoughtfully, she tried to decide if the false courage another shot would buy her was worth that awful burn.

A quick glance at the clock told her it was. With a determined smile she ordered another one from the amused bartender.

Ten minutes until she took the step that would forever change the course of her life, well at least the course of the next few hours. The decision that she’d reached a short week ago to forever put paid to the word virgin that she felt was emblazoned across her forehead most days.

She was a 36 year-old virgin, an old maid, a spinster…well and truly on the shelf as her grandmother so delicately put it? SIX YEARS AGO!

By now surely it was on the shelf and beyond dusty! It just hung there above her head filling her with an awkward inability to deal with the opposite sex…a little attention and she fell apart.

Lily was a librarian, she loved words and everything about them but introduce an eligible male into her vicinity and she became a blithering idiot, incapable of stringing together even the simplest of phrases. Much less a coherent sentence! Then there was the crimson stain that crept from beneath her blouse up her neck to fill her face with vivid color.

She was a hopeless case when it came to men which of course was why she was still a virgin at the ripe old age of thirty-six.

But she was about to put an end to the whole sad state of affairs.

Five minutes to go.

Lily shot back another helping of Dutch courage and squared her shoulders before getting up from the bar and going to sit in the back of the club in a dimly lit booth. She could hardly believe she was going to go through with it. The glimmer of an idea coming to her in a bit of whimsy on the eve of her birthday as she sat alone in her apartment pondering another year alone.

Men went to high-class call girls all the time. That Madame and her little black book were all over the news.

Surely there was such a service for women?

Then she found it, a discretely placed ad towards the back of the personals. A male escort service promising tasteful, disease free pleasure for the discriminating career woman. The woman of today didn’t always have time for a relationship and had the same needs as a man.

Lily had needs and it was about time some of them got met!

Her escort was supposed to arrive at 9:00pm. He would ask to be shown to her table and then if he met with her approval would follow her upstairs to the hotel room she’d rented earlier and give her a night of sinful delight.

Lily giggled at just the thought of that sinful delight. There were so many things she wanted to try…so many to choose from…how could she possibly pick?

Maybe she’d let him choose; after all he was the one with all the experience.

“May I join you?” the deep husky voice broke through her thoughts.

She looked up and found herself lost in a pair of ocean blue eyes. Eyes that twinkled and made promises of things that Lily would never forget. Lily swallowed hard and licked suddenly dry lips, “Please.”

He was one of the most handsome men she’d ever seen! Tall dark and gorgeous. Everything she’d every dreamed of and everything that would never have given her a second glance without the added incentive of money.

Funny thing though, she’d never have pegged him as a prostitute.

He smiled, “I was watching you from across the room and enjoying the play of emotions across your face. You have a very expressive face.”

Lily blushed and shook her head in mortification, “I’m sorry, I’ve always been transparent. Quite embarrassing.”

“It’s a rather charming trait,” He assured her with a smile.

She frowned, “Hardly.”

“I find it refreshing to find myself talking to a woman that’s not trying to second guess my every move. Sexy.” The man continued to watch her, as if taking in every subtle shift in her chair and watching each new thought cross her face.

“Are compliments part of the deal?” she asked worried that it might jack the price up.

“I beg your pardon?” he asked a look of confusion on his face.

“Do you expect more for making me feel attractive? If so it’s really a waste of time. I know that I’m not sexy that’s why I find myself in need of your services,” she explained in a effort to cut to the chase. Wow that Dutch courage was really helping her express herself.

“Services?” he frowned.

Lily sighed, “Look this is hard enough as it is, please don’t make it harder.”

“I apologize, I assumed men approached you all the time and perhaps I was too forward. Could I ask your name?” the man asked suddenly seeming a little less certain.

“Lily,” she supplied with an arched brow. What was this man’s game? He knew perfectly well what her name was, after all he even had her credit card number!

“Lily,” he said it as if her was tasting it…tasting her…she found herself shifting in her seat responding to the warm heat in his voice despite herself.

She swallowed nervously again.

“It suits you,” he said after a moment.

“Look??” she looked at him questioningly.

“Marc,” he supplied with a smile.

“Marc, there is no need to ply me with silly compliments that you don’t mean. I am well aware that I’m no prize. Why else would I find myself having to pay someone to take my virginity at the ripe old age of 36?” Lily was shocked to find that she could say it with a straight face and not a hint of the old tell tale blush. Jack Daniels was her new best friend!

For a split second Lily thought she saw shock mixed with a hint of anger but it was gone so fast she decided it was never there.

“Don’t be silly. Every woman should be wooed a little. You’re no different, you deserve a little wooing and a lot more Young Lady,” Marc said softly.

Did she imagine the hint of severity in his tone?

Then he smiled a roguishly sexy grin and ran the tip of one finger across her collarbone. “Don’t you Lily?”

She shivered, moved by his touch and the husky timbre that suddenly filled his deep voice. It was a potent combination, almost hypnotic.


She licked her lips again and blinked, “Yes?”

“Don’t you deserve to be wooed and more?” he asked again.

“Yes,” Lily whispered softly, knowing that she was admitting that she craved it, needed to feel desired.

“Then why fight it?” he asked.

She shrugged and decided to let him take control. It wasn’t as if she knew what to do next anyway.

He moved to sit next to her, the side of his body pressed against hers, his lips pressed to her hairline as he whispered, “Then don’t fight it Lily. Don’t fight me.”

Every nerve in her body responded to his nearness and she surrendered to every sensation, turning to press a soft kiss into his jaw, Lily whispered back, “I won’t fight you.”

Marc pulled away and rose next to the booth. He stood looking down at her for a moment with an enigmatic expression on his face.

Before Lily could ask what was wrong he held a hand out to her. She studied his hand while chewing worriedly on her lower lip, he watched as she reached her decision and placed her small hand in his with a shaky smile.

“I got a room,” Lily told him as she handed over the key.

Marc nodded with a rueful grin, “I should have expected that.”

Lily blinked at him in confusion, “I thought it was a requirement, did I misunderstand?”

“Not at all. Don’t worry love everything’s on schedule.” Marc said softly as he led her from the bar.

As Lily watched the numbers light up at the top of the elevator door she began once again to chew at her bottom lip. What was she doing? This was crazy, she couldn’t have sex with a man she didn’t know. Could she?

She glanced over at Marc and found him leaned back against the wall studying her, Lily gasped and looked quickly away as the telltale stain crept up from her neck. Drat! This was exactly what got her here in the first place!


Marc smiled as he watched Lily fidget nervously in the opposite corner of the elevator. She was truly the most adorable female he’d ever met. Tousled sandy blonde hair fought its way clear of the various pins she’d used to try and force it into some prim little bun, each bit that escaped wanted to curl crazily in a different direction.

Oversize glasses sat slightly askew on a small tip tilted nose, partially shielding large, serious gray eyes from the world. The sensual curve of her bottom lip hinted at what lay hidden beneath the persona she presented to the world.

All in all Marc couldn’t see how she could have reached the age of 36 without any experience in the sexual arena.

Were all the men she met blind? He certainly wasn’t nor was he stupid enough to walk away from what looked to be undiscovered treasure.

His treasure and he wouldn’t be sharing with any male escort! The elevator door opened and Lily jumped when Marc reached out to take her arm.

“It’s our floor,” he said waiting patiently.

“Oh,” she said taking a deep gulp of air and following him submissively down the hall.

They paused briefly at the door of the room while Marc finagled the stubborn lock, then they were in. Lily watched nervously as Marc locked the door then turned to face her with an expectant look on his face.

“What should we do first?” he asked her.

Her eyes widened in her red face as she looked up at him, “I don’t…well…I…uh…you?”

Marc smiled, “That covers a lot of area, how much time do we have?”

“W…what?” the confusion on her face was priceless.

“I’m teasing sweetheart. Why don’t we start off with a chat?” he asked taking her arm and leading her to the couch. She was surprised when he sat and pulled her into his lap.

“Chat?” she asked inanely while studying the shirt button in the center of his chest.

“Yes,” Marc said using a finger to tilt her eyes to his. “Why don’t you tell me what made you decide to hire a prostitute.”


Lily’s mouth grew dry as her startled eyes met his, “I…er…is this a normal part of the process?”

“Humor me,” he said firmly.

“I don’t know, I was just tired of being alone and old and on the shelf. I just wanted to know what its like to feel special and sexy to belong to someone?”she trailed off unsure what to say next.

“You thought you’d get all that from a prostitute?” he asked incredulously.

“I wish you’d stop saying that word. It sounds so…,” she stopped at a loss.

“Cheap? Tawdry?” he said helpfully.

“Yes,” Lily sighed miserably. “I would think you would prefer more flattering words to describe your business.”

He studied her with a thoughtful expression, “I suppose I would if I were a prostitute.”

“WHAT?” she gasped trying to get up from his lap but he held her fast.

“You heard me,” Marc replied in a maddeningly calm tone.

“I thought you were my escort! You said…,” Lily was horrified. She was sitting in a strange man’s lap and he wasn’t her escort!

“Nope. You said. I just went along with it when I realized that the very attractive woman I approached was about to do something monumentally stupid,” he said succinctly.

“Let me go,” Lily demanded as she tried to wriggle from his lap.

“I don’t think so Lily,” a frission of real fear went through her as she studied the grim determination on Marc’s face.

“What are you going to do to me? Please don’t hurt me,” she begged nervously.

“I have no intention of hurting you but I’m glad the thought occurred to you. Do you have any idea what could have happened to you tonight?” he asked with a frown.

His ready assurance that he wouldn’t hurt her made Lily relax and the acute embarrassment of the situation made her a little snappy. “Apparently nothing is going to happen to me tonight, mores the pity.”

“Let me see if I can find a way to get you to take me a little more seriously young lady,” he said resolutely and just that fast Lily found herself face down across his thighs and nose to nose with a musty couch cushion.

“What are you doing?” she yelped as her skirt was tossed to the small of her back and her panties jerked to mid-thigh.

“I’m sure you’ll be able to figure that out if you think about it real hard,” he said smartly as he delivered a searing swat to the lower curve of her bottom.

“Ouch!” Lily jerked in response but the next stinging smack came almost immediately on the heels of the first one and soon there was no time to react between assaults.


Marc turned her bottom from white to pink and from pink to a deep satisfying red with methodical precision.

When Lily’s yelps of protest turned to sniffles of regret he lifted her to sit on his lap. Gently wiping the tears from her eyes as he snuggled her close.

“You spanked me!” she accused without much heat.

“I certainly did,” he agreed.

“Why?” she asked seeming to be very curious and not all that put out about being spanked over his knee.

“Because you set out to do a very foolish thing this evening. You could have been hurt, but even worse you sold yourself very cheaply.”

“Cheap! Five hundred bucks isn’t cheap!” Lily cried and then held a hand out when she saw a familiar glint enter his eyes. “It wasn’t like I was really selling myself!”

“You know exactly what I mean Lily,” he said sternly.

“I know, I just thought that if I could get it out of the way maybe I could talk to men, even flirt and then at least I’d have a chance at love,” she told him earnestly.

“You’re not having any problem talking to me,” Marc pointed out.

She smiled, “You’re different. I’m glad you aren’t a prostitute.”

“I’m glad I found you in time,” he whispered huskily.

Lily made a wry face, “I suppose. Although now I’ll be a virgin until I’m 96.”

“I don’t think so Lily,” he said softly tilting her body back against the arm of the couch.

A soft smile shaped her generous lips, as she looked up at him, “No?”

“No,” he growled before claiming her lips with his own.


Lily found herself lost in a sea of sensation; everything in her seemed to come to life with just that one touch of his lips. Her body pulsed and ached with a sudden need she’d never before experienced.

She wanted; not just the experience of sex that was a vague undefined want. This was different, she wanted this man. She wanted him now.

He whispered hot words as he nibbled down the side of her neck, hot words and promises that threatened to burn her up with their heat.

“My own little hidden treasure, mine to plunder and explore. I’m a greedy man my treasure,” he said as his mouth closed over the nipple just liberated from beneath her shirt and bra.

Lily arched her back wanting more, groaning as she found herself unable to move her arms. Her shirt had come over her head to expose her breasts but left her arms caught behind her, Marc unclasped the front of her bra to feast on her but made no move to free her from the tangle of clothes.

He alternately teased each nipple with his breath, his tongue and finally his teeth. When Lily thought she would go mad with longing he shifted over her to remove her skirt, her panties a thing of the past kicked off in the midst of the spanking.

When those maddening fingers stroked lightly between her thighs Lily’s world exploded.

Marc held her as she shuddered against him. He gently eased the shirt binding her arms from her as she calmed.

Lily stroked a hand across his jaw in wonder, as she lay safe in his arms. She knew now that she’d never have been able to go through with it.

It was as if she’d been made for this man and this moment in time. She’d worry about the rest later but now all she had to do was feel.

“Thank you,” she whispered softly as she placed kisses along his throat.

“You ain’t seen nothing yet,” he said with a rather endearing drawl. She laughed as he lifted her from the couch holding her high in his arms.

“I’m going to love you all night long,” he promised as he lay her down on the bed.

Lily raised up on one elbow and watched as he stripped. He was all hard angles and lean muscle and for tonight he was hers.

She welcomed him with open arms as he came down on top of her, relishing the feel of his hair roughened skin against her own.

Marc kissed his way back down her body bringing her need higher and higher. When he nibbled on the tender skin of her inner thigh Lily thought she would go crazy then his tongue touched the little spot that seemed to throb with need and she nearly flew off the bed.

He held her still and teased her until she was whimpering and pleading with him to come to her. Then he was there joining them with one deep sure thrust.

Lily held him close for the space of a heart beat and then he began to move, coaxing her to move with him.

Soon she was matching him thrust for thrust, stroke for stroke and the night seemed to explode all around them.

Marc cuddled her tenderly as she drifted back down to earth and she wished that time could stop and keep them forever in this moment.

He pushed the hair back from her face and kissed her lightly, “My little treasure, I’m so glad I found you.”

She smiled, “You’ve given me so much tonight. Thank you.”

“Tonight, tomorrow night and all the rest of your nights too,” Marc said pulling her tight against him.

“Really?” she asked, almost afraid to hope.

“I told you, I found my treasure and I don’t intend to share her ever. You’re mine and besides I figure I’ll need the rest of our lives to teach you everything you need to know about sex and the married man.”

“You’re married?” she asked in horror.

“Not yet, but I have a feeling you’ll make an honest man of me.” He grinned down at her as he leaned in to kiss her deeply, clearly intending to keep his promise of loving her all night long.