Ok, it’s no secret that I’m a huge Aubrey Cara fan girl. Well, her latest story, Candi’s Debt, is my new favorite! I absolutely loved it! (Here’s my review 🙂 ) She’s visiting today with a lovely “spanky” excerpt- yum!!! Here she is 🙂
Katherine, thank you for inviting me over! I have a new book out, Candi’s Debt. I had such a fun time writing this story. Hank and Candi are both such strong willed characters, and it was great to see how these two ‘worked’ things out. Candi gets into a tight spot early in the story and very reluctantly asks Hank for help. This scene comes after Hank has laid down the law and all the rules he feels Candi should be abiding by.
Halfway done with my smoke I’m feeling calm again when the object of my musings strolls back into the office. He stops in his tracks the second he sees me. The look on his face, when he spots the smoke in my hand, is my only warning.
“Are you smoking?” His amber eyes snap with fire and brimstone as he rounds the corner of the desk bearing down on me. It’s on the tip of my tongue to sass ‘obviously’ when he snatches the cig out of my hand. Before I can react he smashes it into the ashtray, then easily plucks me out of my seat and shoves me down over the wide surface of the old desk.
Maybe it’s the uncomfortable feeling of cold desk and ledgers underneath me. My paralyzed brain finally comes back online with a vengeance and I kick out right before his wide hand cracks down across my ass with stinging force.
“Ahhh! What the hell are you doing?” I shriek, trying to grab at his hand in the middle of my back effectively holding me down.
“It’s called a spanking, princess. This is what happens when you break my rules,” he says with a smack, smack to my ass.
“Don’t you dare!”
“I always dare.” This statement is punctuated by three more solid vicious swipes to my rump.
“You have no right. Ahh, dammit, that hurts!” Trying to squirm out of his hold only results in getting my ass smacked hard enough that I go up on my toes. Shit, I swear under my breath gritting my teeth together as he whaps me again.
“We had an agreement, or have you forgotten?”
“I’m not taking your money!”
“Too little, too late. We,” smack, “shook,” smack, “on,” smack, “it.” SMACK.
“Ahhh! I’m unshaking. I’m unshaking!”
“Sorry princess, no take backs,” the asshole says this on a laugh.
“Are you enjoying yourself?” I’m outraged when I look back at him. A huge grin splits his damn face. Meanwhile, my poor ass is throbbing. I want to reach back and rub my rump, but the brute has my wrists pinned to the small of my back.
“You know, I believe I am,” the smiling bastard says as he pulls me into a standing position, then quickly grabs my wrists again as I try to hit him. “That was a warning. Next time you’ll get the real deal, young lady.”
“Real deal?” I sputter. That felt pretty real to me.
Unbelievably he plants a kiss to the middle of my forehead, his beard scratching before he sits me back down. He cages me in, his hands braced on either side of the arms of my chair. “Now,” he says. “Be a good girl and get some work done. No more ‘smoke breaks’.” With that, he tweaks my nose before grabbing the cigarettes and lighter from the corner of the desk and leaves the room, wearing a huge grin.
What the hell just happened?
My ass tingles and throbs in a way that’s making me aware of a spreading heat. I’ve just been held down and spanked, and it turned me the hell on. Again. What is worse, I’m pretty sure Mr. Buffoon knows it, too. Oh god, why do I find that hot? I’m attracted to the man. Like, eggs-are-dropping-from-my-ovaries-like-paratroopers-from-the-sky-on-D-Day, attracted to the man. I drop my head, thumping it against the desk, then twice more for good measure. Ugh, I have horrible taste in men.
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.