Roughneck…Don’t Mess With His Rules

Well… Anxiously awaiting a new release – my sexy little roughneck/cowboy/Marine piece that’s sure to sizzle your kindle. I know – LOTS of sexy men do, but Jack Stone is the kind of guy who refuses to give into our heroine’s antics, and she has plenty of those! A roughneck’s work is particularly dangerous but when you mix in the fact a woman is thwarting every moment of operation AND she has a dark secret… Just imagine. A little taste for you.

ROUGHNECK

“Put me down, you brute.” She pummeled her tight fists against my back.

As if she could cause me any pain.

I’d certainly endured more than my share during my tenure in the military. This was roughneck_fullnothing but an aggravation as well as a total turn-on. My God, she was more than a handful, the kind of brat that set me on edge.

Vulgar.

Rude.

Bratty.

But I knew exactly what to do with her kind of behavior.

“Not a chance, sugar,” I stated casually.

“Asshole. You’re a fucking asshole. Do you know that?” she huffed, struggling to get out of my arms.

My jaw tightened in an effort to keep from snapping back some nasty reply. She took my silence as a weakness, laughing and cussing under her breath as I headed into the hallway.

“I heard you’re some big-wig military hero or some shit. Well, you’re nothing but a chicken-shit as far as I’m concerned.” She laughed, managing to knee me in the gut.

Bristling, I gritted my teeth and threw open my cabin door, taking long strides inside and kicking it shut. I tossed her down onto her feet only to have her hand slap me across the face.

What. The. Fuck?

Summer seemed to understand almost instantly that she’d crossed the line. Slapping both hands over her mouth, her doe eyes were open wide. They were the greenest eyes I’d ever seen, shimmering even in the dim lighting, long eyelashes framing her high cheekbones. Whew. Her lips seemed permanently stained a luscious raspberry color, as if she’d devoured a bowlful. She was a handful and then some. She took two decided steps backwards, her heavy boots thumping on the tile floor.

I took several deep breaths before addressing the situation. “Here’s what I figure. We can handle this one of two ways.”

“This is bullshit! I didn’t do anything wrong. Your crewmembers are dim-witted!” She huffed again like a five-year-old and crossed her arms, crooking her lips into a mournful pout. As she moved from foot to foot, I could almost hear a distinct whine.

“Nothing wrong, huh? What about bossing the crew, my crew to be exact, cursing at them like some foul-mouthed sailor? What about throwing tantrums when you don’t get your way? Hmmm?”

“If your crew had any intelligence, I wouldn’t have to.”

Oh, that was it. It. I was finished with her princess attitude.

I cocked my head, lifting a single eyebrow. She was far too beautiful for her own good and she knew it too; voluptuous breasts that would fit into my hands nicely, a thin waist with rounded hips made for fucking, and those plump lips.

Damn it all to hell.

Somehow, the feisty little broad had gotten under my skin.

I held up my index finger, waiting until she stood still.

Like a good little girl.

“You call me an asshole one more time and I’m going to tan your hide until you won’t be able to sit down for a week. Do. You. Hear. Me?”

She seemed shocked by my statement, her entire body slumping. Then the wild child reared her ugly head. “You can’t do that. I’ll have you arrested.”

Breathe.The little wench was playing that card. Oh, two could play at that game. “Uh-huh. As I was saying, and you will notinterrupt me again, you only have two choices. Am I clear, Summer?”

Silence. Rebellious silence.

Oh, for crying out loud, one way or the other she was getting a spanking, over my knee and pants and panties down. She remained defiant, glaring at me like a pistol before rolling her eyes.

All I had to do was take a single step closer and her lower lip quivered. Maybe she knew I meant business.

“Yes. Okay,” she finally said.

“Better. Here’s what we can do. One, I can send you packing on the next transport helicopter, back home to wherever you came from with a note to Mommy and Daddy stating that you are never allowed on a rig again.”

“No!” she snapped. “You wouldn’t dare!”

“Oh, I can, and I will.” I’d found her weakness. She was trying to prove something to Mommy or Daddy. I suspected her father. I made mental note to find out exactly who her parents were.

The silence only added fuel to my fire.

“Wha-what else?” she asked sheepishly.

“O-kay. My earlier idea seems to be one that you need desperately. The only other thing that can happen is that you’re going to receive one long, hard spanking. And every time you disobey me, you’re going to get another one. Always on your bare ass.”

Summer blinked once, twice then she jutted her head forward, a sly smile crossing her face. “You are out of your fucking mind.”

“Am I?” This time, I crossed my arms, keeping my face expressionless.

She chewed on her cheek as her eyes darted back and forth across mine. I waited. I had all the time in the world.

“You’re not kidding.” All the bravado had been tossed out the window.

“Nope. Not in the least. Your choice.” I was shocked at the sinful revelations flowing in my mind, every cell ignited as if I hadn’t been with a woman in years. Truth was, it had been almost twelve full months.

She sputtered and moaned, beads of perspiration appearing over her luscious mouth. “You can’t tell my father. I’m my own woman. I can do anything I want.”

“You’re under my direction now, so you are required to follow rules, but I won’t tell your father anything.” I purposely pulled out my office chair.

“You won’t?” she asked sheepishly.

“As long as you accept the second deal.”

Nervous as a kitty cat, she huffed and puffed as the wheels in her mind churned, her face turning the same color of crimson I imagined her bottom would be after I was finished.

“If I comply, you’ll let me go back to work?” she asked, rather timidly at this point.

“If you behave, then we’ll see. You need a huge amount of discipline in your life and I’m the man who’s going to give it to you. Again, your choice.” By now, my balls were blue, but I slapped on my supervisor hat, trying to keep my libido from getting the best of me.

“You’re not my father! You don’t have any right.”

“Oh, I have all the right in the world.” After thirty seconds, I threw up my hands. “Fine. The deal is off the table.”

“Please. No! I’ll be good. I promise.”

“Then submit to a spanking, just like you deserve.”

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Piper

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My Special Guest – Sahalie Blue

Happy weekend gorgeous peeps! How is everyone? I am delighted to bring yet another incredible author to my wicked kingdom. She’s an amazing writer and has a naughty sense of humor – and you know what that does to me! Let’s see a little bit about her and see a couple of sexy covers.

Welcome…Sahalie Blue…

Hi Piper – Thanks for asking me into your cyber living room. Let’s sit and chat. I’m Ruth Storm, and my author pen name is Sahalie Blue.

I’ll start by telling you something of myself. I’m Midwestern born and raised, but after working for many years as a researcher, data analyst and computer programmer, I packed it all in for the life of a retiree. And, I love it. I now live in theSahalle Blue for blog 1 beautiful Pacific Northwest with my hubby of many years. In addition to writing, I enjoy hiking, gardening and creating visual art.

While I’ve written professionally for my jobs, fiction writing is a new endeavor. It’s always been easy to express my personal thoughts and feelings in letters and emails to friends and family. Writing romantic fiction seemed to be a natural progression from this. And now that I’m retired, writing provides a great motivation for rolling out of bed in the morning.

I have two books out, with a third nearly done. Both books were co-written with Sterling Scott (AKA Mark S.R. Sterling) and published by Blushing Books. I’ve beta read several of Mark’s books, and that activity has progressed to our writing together. We live on opposite sides of the country and have never met, but we have each other’s backs so to speak and work quite well together. At least I think so, LOL.

I loved working on these books. I learned several things and had great fun in the process. I’m a morning person, but I write whenever my muse moves me, and that can be any time of the day or night.

My first collaboration with Mark resulted in a contemporary romance called A Sterling Maid for You. This book is a collection of five short stories about spanking maids. No, the maids don’t do the spanking  – they get spankings. I’ll tell you something funny – Mark has written himself as a character into some of his novels. Sterling Maids is a play, a joke really, on his pen name. In the first story of the collection, Man of the House, we created a house-cleaning company, Sterling Maids, for his fictional wife Tanya. The fictional Mark makes an appearance in the other short stories in clever ways. Each of the short stories features a different maid in various predicaments.

Our second work together is a sexy, spanky, science fiction romance called Love Under the Violet Crown. This is a sequel to his book Love on a Forbidden Planet, but can certainly be read as a standalone book. In science fiction, anything goes. And, in this book, it does. We have action, adventure, sex, threesomes, mythology, history, slave girls, warriors, sex, spanking machines with probes, scientists, and did I mention, sex?

I read just about anything, but particularly love mysteries, science fiction and westerns. I enjoy reading erotic romance and often envision myself in those scenes. Sahalle Book 2Writing them provides an extra kick, and, I’ve always had a bit of a dirty mind. Bless my husband, it doesn’t bother him that I am writing sexy, spanking stories with another man. He thinks it’s great, and even though we don’t live a D/s or DD lifestyle, it helps to spice up our marriage.

My current work-in-progress is nearly completed. This is a rodeo western set mostly in the 1920’s, and Sterling Scott is once again riding shotgun. Our fictional story follows the life of a humble Nebraska cowgirl who, with the help of her Dom cowboy-lover – and several spankings – overcomes the odds to become a Wild West Show trick rider and champion rodeo star. We’ve based our tale on true-life stories of some of the rodeo queens of that era.

Well, that’s something about me and what I’ve been doing. To end up our discussion, here are a few of my favorite things:

Season: fall

Holiday: Christmas

Color: purple

Dessert: chocolate

Beverage: unsweetened iced tea

TV show: The Munsters

Pet: parakeet

Flower: snapdragon

Book: Pride & Prejudice by Jane Austen

Author: Mark S.R. Sterling – AKA Sterling Scott (surprise!)

While I don’t have a blog, folks can follow me here:

Amazon:

www.amazon.com/Sahalie-Blue/e/B01ND4BOXX/ 

Facebook:

www.facebook.com/SahalieBlue/ 

Twitter:

https://twitter.com/SahalieBlue

@SahalieBlue

 

Thank you so much for being here! I loved getting to know you. Look for her books kids! Delicious reads.

Kisses

Piper

My Special Guest – Paige Parsons

I’ve had more fun being able to highlight other authors. Let’s face it – I also get to find delicious treats to read! I so hope you’re enjoying. This is another new author to me and one I’m going to read for years to come. Please take a moment to enjoy and give a warm welcome to…

PAIGE PARSONS – SHARING BACKSTAGE

SYNOPSIS

What happens when the girl who runs from everything finally decides to stay put?

Harper Harrison is an accomplished, independent, and vibrant young woman. As a freelance production stage manager, she’s no stranger to being in charge. She knows how to get the impossible done, even if she has to take a few shortcuts for the sake of Paige Parsons Sharing Backstagetheatre magic. She has one fatal flaw, though. When things get complicated, uncomfortable, or she even thinks they might go wrong, especially in her personal life, she bolts.

 

Lucas Mason is a fellow freelancer, and when they work the same show, sparks fly. They share a love of the stage and high stakes sex. They’ve christened nearly every location backstage unashamedly, but Harper wants more. Lucas makes every effort to keep her at arm’s length. He blames it on their crazy schedules, but Harper believes something more is going on.

 

They reconnect after an extended break and Harper is shocked to find out that Lucas is now her boss. He has a dominant streak that he isn’t afraid to display, and she isn’t a fan. Answering to Lucas takes more than a little getting used to, and after a trip or two over his knee, she decides that maybe a relationship with him is more than she bargained for, after all.

 

Harper leaves town to chase her Broadway dream and to take comfort in the familiarity of her ex-boyfriend. New York isn’t home, though, and Harper has to face the truth of her situation. The easygoing man she’s with isn’t the one she wants or needs. Lucas is three thousand miles away, and he has no intention of chasing her.

To have the life she wants, Harper will need to face all of her demons, confess her transgressions, and accept her punishment. It’s the only way they’ll ever find themselves sharing backstage again.

 

EXCERPTS

Excerpt #1

“Hopefully the memory of this spanking will better help you control your impulses and reflexes.”

“¡Ay! Tómalo con calma. Sí, papi!”

She wasn’t even close to tears, but these spanks packed a lot more power than what she’d been getting in passing. There was no doubt he meant business. It wasn’t that she didn’t take him seriously before, but now it felt like he was drawing his own hard line. Focused in on the searing happening on her backside, Harper became acutely aware of the sound. Lucas had stopped lecturing, and now the only audio vibrating off the walls were her cries and the sound of flesh on flesh impact. Her subconscious was having its own internal dialogue now.

It was just an impulse, right? She didn’t have some sort of impaired psyche that really wanted to feel what a serious punishment would be like, did she?

Lucas tapped her hip so she would lift a little for him to get her pajama bottoms and panties down. The girl hardly kept clothes on in the house and only ever slept in tank tops and panties, but he guessed self-preservation had kicked in and motivated her to slip on his old University of Arizona flannel bottoms. If he weren’t about to redden her backside, for scaring a year off his life, he’d have appreciated the look more. She had to wear them cuffed at the top and bottom to get around in them, but she loved them and looked adorable on the rare cold Arizona night.

Harper reached back in a futile attempt at impeding his clothing removal process. That sting was pretty powerful through her clothes, and she didn’t want to gain any knowledge of how painful it might be without them.

“I promise I will start from scratch, Harper if you don’t get those hands back in front of you.”

Excerpt #2

“That is completely untrue. Every time the two of you work on a show all you do is think about what it would be like to really be together, as a full-time couple. Well, this is closer than you’ve ever been. He’s there all the time. You’re there most of the season. Maybe you can finally see what happens when you’re in the same place for longer than a few weeks. You can see what happens when you can’t run away and an easy exit isn’t possible.”

Continued silence on the other end confirmed, for Mira, that she’d hit a nerve. It wasn’t her goal to make things harder for her sister, but the girl had a stubborn streak. It didn’t matter how obvious it was to everyone else in the room, if Harper didn’t get there on her own, she wouldn’t accept it. This conversation wasn’t going to be different, but that wouldn’t keep the truth from coming out, like an erupting geyser.

“Someone has to be in charge Harper. You know that better than most. Hell, you have a job where you’re the one in charge. Your problem is you hate it when the person in charge isn’t you. We know how it goes, anyone who has the nerve to tell you no becomes the enemy. You guys have worked as partners all along. Why can’t that continue? I know you, Harper, just you remember that. I’ll let you figure out what that means on your own, but here’s some sisterly honesty for you, the real reason you’re pissed is that now he has the authority to tell you no. If you stay on, as a freelance agent, he has the power to call you to task.”

“It’s like you’re not even listening to me. Estás no ayuda en absoluto!”

Her phone had beeped a few more times since she’d been talking to her sister, but Harper refused to acknowledge it. Each time she glanced though she saw his number pop up. He certainly was determined.

“I can hear the line interruption too kiddo. Deal with it now or deal with it later.”

“I’m going with later.”

“Never the easy way with you; you’re the one that hates a scene. If I were you, I would remember that while I was ignoring all those calls. I love you little sister, but it might be time for you to put on those proverbial big-girl-panties.”

WHAT’S PAIGE ALL ABOUT?

Paige Parsons is a creative Joan of all Trades, with her first love being theatre. Now living and working in Japan, Paige, a native New Yorker, has always loved the world of make believe. Whether reading, writing or performing she loves a good story.

She holds an undergraduate degree in Communications-Broadcast Journalism/English-Creative Writing, a graduate degree in Elementary Education, and is ABD for her doctorate in Education-Brain Research.

Having spent the last 25 years collecting stories around the stage as an actress, stage manager, and production manager, it is no surprise that Paige loves to tell stories, read stories, and put stories up on the stage.

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