Happy Sunday and Labor Day weekend to everyone in America. I hope you’re able to do something wonderful and amazing. A special note – Blushing Books is supporting the hurricane victims in Texas by donating all their profits this weekend. Please help in this important endeavor by purchasing at least one sexy book. Onto my special guest. She and I have become recent friends and you only have to see a Facebook post or two to know this girl has a bit of a naughty mind. Love it! Please give a warm welcome to
STELLA MOORE – HEALING HURTS
Penelope Frost can take care of herself. A popular, successful photographer with a smart mouth and a hot temper, she’s learned the hard way not to rely on a man. Her ex, a man she though she could trust with her innermost desires, abused more than her trust. But she puts that behind her and begins dating again, focusing her attention on safer, less controlling men. But even if she won’t admit it to herself, she still craves the attention of a dominant man.
When her friend Elisa finally convinces her to go on a blind date, she meets Eric Calloway and, despite the promises she’s made to herself, she can’t ignore the desire he brings to the surface. The ultimate stereotype of tall, dark and handsome, Eric is also the perfect balance of dominant and understanding. She reluctantly gives in to his advances, and they start slow, with Eric letting her set the boundaries. He is determined to help her embrace who she really is. Deep down.
When her dangerous ex realizes he has no power over her any more, that she has finally moved on he is not happy. To what lengths will he go to reassert his hold over her?
To heal, Penny must first learn to trust again, but it won’t be easy. Can Eric’s patience hold while Penny finds her way back to her true self?
“So. How did you realize you enjoy turning women over your knee and paddling their backsides?” she asked.
If Eric was taken aback by the question, he did a good job of hiding it. “I think it was something I always knew. I’ve had an itchy palm since I decided I wanted to get my hands on Susie Palmer in sixth grade,” he grinned. “I didn’t really do much about it until high school, when the same Susie Palmer placed herself over my lap in the back of my pickup truck when we were sixteen. And you?”
Penny shrugged. “The usual. Watching Ricky turn Lucy over his knee while watching late night reruns set me off, even before I really knew what it meant. I experimented some in high school and then a lot in college. I’d like you to spank me tonight,” she added, taking a casual sip of her wine.
It was nearly an hour before Eric returned. He felt guilty for walking out on her, but he also knew he’d been on the verge of bending her over the sofa and paddling her raw. Which he would never do without her consent, so the best option for everyone had been for him to take some time to cool off. The logic of it didn’t make him feel less horrible about it, though.
Steeling himself for another confrontation, Eric opened the door to the apartment, but Penny was nowhere to be seen. Frowning, he closed the door and called out for her.
“I’m in the bedroom. Could you come here, please?” she answered from the back of the apartment.
When he walked into the bedroom, the sight that greeted him stopped him in his tracks. Penny was facing the only empty corner in her room, wearing a short t-shirt with her panties pulled down to her knees. The intent was clear: punish me.
Several long, tortuous minutes later, she had her answer. By the time he returned his attentions to her backside, she was trembling with need. The light sting of the crop against her bottom nearly made her knees buckle. Yes, more, yes, she begged silently. Again, with just the tip, he swatted her. She caught herself just before she moaned. Then again. And again. He continued, switching between swatting her with the crop and running it over her body, until she thought she would explode. Then, finally, “I want you naked. Keep the shoes. Then get back in position.”
She rushed to obey, trembling with need. Then she stood, naked and blindfolded.
“Remember, don’t move or make a noise.” Now his voice seemed to come from in front of her. What was he—Oh. He dipped a finger inside her, drawing out her arousal to circle her clit. He teased the sensitive bud, keeping her just at the edge but not pushing her over. Then he pressed and her world exploded. She screamed when she came, pleasure unlike anything she’d felt before erupting inside of her. When she finally came back to earth, she realized that she’d broken both of his rules as she was gripping his shoulders tightly. She trembled slightly, wondering how he was going to punish her disobedience.
JUST WHO IS STELLA?
Nestled somewhere in the Southeastern United a States you can usually find Stella curled up on her couch with her tablet, a blanket (because even during a southern summer, she’s freezing) and a glass of wine. If she isn’t writing or tweaking her newest work, she’s glued to a book. Romance, suspense, thrillers, Stella loves a little bit of everything.
Other than reading, she spends her time listening to her husband play his guitar and throwing spontaneous dance parties with her two teenage daughters in the living room. When she can convince everyone else to venture outside, she loves hiking and swimming. Her husband is fairly certain she’s secretly a mermaid, as she’d live in the water if she could.
Stella has been writing spanking fiction off and on for years, but she’s just recently taken the plunge into writing full on novels. She is from the school of “write what you know”, and her husband is always willing (sometimes too willing!) to assist with any research she needs.
WHERE TO FIND HER
On Facebook at facebook.com/author.stellamoore
Thank you so much for being here! The book sounds fabulous!