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When my husband and I lived near the beach, one of my hobbies was photographing and selling beach stones (for aquariums and rock polishing). I found collecting beach stones meditative and restful. I’d walk along the beach and focus on the colors. Problems, concerns, the rest of the world faded away as I zoned out looking for rocks. That’s what I liked about beachcombing.
That’s what I my husband disliked. He worried for my safety. Parts of the beach were remote and because I was so focused on rocks I didn’t notice anything else or anybody around me. I can’t tell you how many times another beach walker startled me by coming up behind me. I had no idea they were there.
Because I did zone out, my husband wouldn’t allow me to go to the remotest parts of the beach. He worried I could be easily attacked. I resented the restriction. I could have sneaked off, and he probably wouldn’t have known, but if he had ever caught me, there would have been hell to pay. So I didn’t go where I wasn’t “supposed to.”
The people we love care about our safety.
The hero of Rahm’s Way in Domestic Discipline cares about his wife’s safety. She really, really wants to be a private investigator, but he worries about her safety when she’s sitting alone on stakeouts in dangerous neighborhoods. Many of the people they’re asked to investigate are not law-abiding, nice people.
So he puts his foot down. No. Absolutely not. No way can she work as a PI.
But Cadence thinks he’s being unreasonable, and during his absence (he’s in military and was deployed) she goes behind his back and gets her PI license.
And in domestic discipline relationship, you know what means.
What is something your husband or partner doesn’t want you to do?
An excerpt from Rahm’s Way, Domestic Discipline
I should fire you, but I won’t. If you want to work here, you can take a desk job. You can assist the other agents with internet research, obtaining records, making phone calls.”
Assist. Desk job? If she’d wanted that, she could have stayed an admin assistant, but that wasn’t why she’d obtained her license. Anger ignited. His country had called him, and he’d performed his duty. She didn’t fault him for that. But he had left, and she’d been forced to handle everything solo: parenting their son, managing the finances, tending to household repairs, and being alone. She was giddy-happy to have him back, but where did he get off thinking he could dictate to her now?
She leaped to her feet. “That’s not acceptable to me. I want to work in the field. Simmons isn’t the only private detective agency. Maybe I’ll go work for somebody else.”
The air sizzled. “Is that so?” he asked quietly.
She didn’t mean it. She would never defy him that way, but he had to learn she wasn’t a pushover. Cadence wet her lips as courage and its foolish cousin, bravado, deserted her. Poke the sleeping tiger with a stick, why don’t you?
He unfolded his crossed arms. “Instead of sharing your feelings, you sneaked behind my back and presented me with a fait accompli.”
“What good would sharing my feelings have done? You still would have said no.”
“Yes, but we would have talked this out. You agreed that when you and I differed, I would have the final say. Do you think you should be able to pick and choose which rules you should follow?”
Sometimes, yeah, she did. “No,” she replied.
“Don’t you think there should be consequences for disobedience?”
In general, yes. Did she wish she could avoid those consequences, hell, yes! “I guess,” she muttered mutinously. She glanced at his face. He arched his eyebrows. Don’t make it worse for yourself. “I mean, yes, Rahm,” she amended in a more respectful tone.
He unlocked a drawer in his desk and extracted a paddle. “Here?” Cadence squeaked.
He pulled an armless wooden chair away from the small round meeting table adjacent to his desk and sat. “Lower your pants.”
“Rahm, please. Couldn’t we at least wait until tonight? At home?”
“I didn’t choose the time or venue, Cadence, you did.”
Domestic Discipline Blurb:
Love, desire, domination, and submission. Two domestic discipline romances by USA Today bestselling author Cara Bristol in one volume.
Wife on the Lam
Janelle wants to take a luxury vacation for her wedding anniversary. Despite numerous hints, husband Brent misses all the clues and plans a business trip! Miffed, she flies off alone to a luxury resort. She’s going to celebrate—with or without him.
Brent didn’t have to work. He’d planned a second honeymoon to the luxury Cabana Resort. Janelle might have ruined his surprise, but he’s not going to let her ruin their anniversary, too. He has a little trick up his sleeve to take his errant wife in hand and get their marriage back on track.
Before her military husband left for his tour of duty, Cadence Simmons relied on Rahm’s love, direction, and protection. His absence forced her to become more independent and make decisions for herself. After serving his country, he’s home for good and eager to resume their marriage as it was before. Only Cadence isn’t quite sure she wants things exactly as they were. Can domestic discipline guide this couple through some major changes?
USA Today bestselling author Cara Bristol writes “nice and naughty” stories of love, romance, and humor featuring strong alpha heroes. She is a no. 1 bestseller in BDSM erotica, science fiction romance, and holiday fiction on Amazon. She is best known for her Rod and Cane Society domestic discipline series and her Breeder D/s sci-fi romance series. She lives in Missouri with her own alpha hero, her husband.
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