Cara Bristol is visiting today with her hot, new Domestic Discipline set! đ Here she is!
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. Iâd 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. Thatâs what I liked about beachcombing.
Thatâs 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 didnât notice anything else or anybody around me. I canât 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 wouldnât 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 wouldnât have known, but if he had ever caught me, there would have been hell to pay. So I didnât go where I wasnât âsupposed to.â
The people we love care about our safety.
The hero of Rahmâs Way in Domestic Discipline cares about his wifeâs safety. She really, really wants to be a private investigator, but he worries about her safety when sheâs sitting alone on stakeouts in dangerous neighborhoods. Many of the people theyâre 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 heâs being unreasonable, and during his absence (heâs 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 doesnât want you to do?
An excerpt from Rahmâs Way, Domestic Discipline
I should fire you, but I wonât. 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.â
Assist. Desk job? If sheâd wanted that, she could have stayed an admin assistant, but that wasnât why sheâd obtained her license. Anger ignited. His country had called him, and heâd performed his duty. She didnât fault him for that. But he had left, and sheâd 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. âThatâs not acceptable to me. I want to work in the field. Simmons isnât the only private detective agency. Maybe Iâll go work for somebody else.â
The air sizzled. âIs that so?â he asked quietly.
She didnât mean it. She would never defy him that way, but he had to learn she wasnât a pushover. Cadence wet her lips as courage and its foolish cousin, bravado, deserted her. Poke the sleeping tiger with a stick, why donât you?
He unfolded his crossed arms. âInstead of sharing your feelings, you sneaked behind my back and presented me with a fait accompli.â
âWhat good would sharing my feelings have done? You still would have said no.â
âYes, 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?â
Sometimes, yeah, she did. âNo,â she replied.
âDonât you think there should be consequences for disobedience?â
In general, yes. Did she wish she could avoid those consequences, hell, yes! âI guess,â she muttered mutinously. She glanced at his face. He arched his eyebrows. Donât make it worse for yourself. âI mean, yes, Rahm,â she amended in a more respectful tone.
He unlocked a drawer in his desk and extracted a paddle. âHere?â Cadence squeaked.
He pulled an armless wooden chair away from the small round meeting table adjacent to his desk and sat. âLower your pants.â
âRahm, please. Couldnât we at least wait until tonight? At home?â
âI didnât choose the time or venue, Cadence, you did.â
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. Sheâs going to celebrateâwith or without him.
Brent didnât have to work. Heâd planned a second honeymoon to the luxury Cabana Resort. Janelle might have ruined his surprise, but heâs 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.
Rahmâs Way
Before her military husband left for his tour of duty, Cadence Simmons relied on Rahmâs love, direction, and protection. His absence forced her to become more independent and make decisions for herself. After serving his country, heâs home for good and eager to resume their marriage as it was before. Only Cadence isnât quite sure she wants things exactly as they were. Can domestic discipline guide this couple through some major changes?
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Author Bio
USA Today bestselling author Cara Bristol writes ânice and naughtyâ 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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