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Bad guys I love to hate!

I decided to share my favorite bad guys of the year with you. I know the year is not over yet, and I may come across more.  If I do, I will make another post- a bad guys redux. 🙂

So, here goes. My favorite bad guys. I need to explain something here. These bad guys are not just bad guys, they are the epitome of evil. And when I think about the possibility of actually meeting someone like this, it scares me.

These are also not just antagonists who show a little spark of positive light toward the end, so the reader knows they will be seeing this character again- but possibly as a protagonist. When I do that kind of post, I will include characters like Kresley Cole’s, Lothaire (Immortals After Dark) and Jim Butcher’s, Thomas (The Dresden Files). Those guys start feeding me little morsels of empathy, and Bam! Protagonist, coming my way.

I like these kind of characters too. But that is not what today is about. Today is all about the BAD GUY. The one that I despise. The character that I love to hate. And his / her “badness” makes me feel oh so good.

A quick note about spoilers. I think everyone can tell, from the blurb, who the bad guys are, and what to expect in the story. I’ll do my best not to give anything crucial away. But be forewarned, just in case. Possible spoilers ahead…

These are in no particular order. They are just my favorite bad guys that came to mind over coffee this morning. And that’s how I decided who to include. If they jump into my thoughts while I am washing dishes and drinking coffee, then they are worthy of my “Favorite” list. (I actually did forget the name of a few of the characters. But since I could so vividly see their story and actions, I knew they belonged here.

Remember – no particular order, and possible spoilers…

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warrior       from Cara Bristol’s “Warrior“. The last in the Breeder series.

 

Qalin-

This was one bad dude. He cared about nothing except for world wide domination. The fact that his own son feared him, says a lot about Qalin. This was a cold hearted killer who brought in savage aliens as soldiers, and almost decimated his world. He was Cray-cray, with a capitol “C”. He was also a very good bad guy.

My review on Amazon

 

romantek 4      from Patricia Green’s Romantek series. He was also an antagonist in Charlotte and the Pirate, Romentek 2, and again in Vacation in Rio, Romantek 4.

Esharveer Jaggi-

Wow, this dude had some serious revenge issues. He would stop at nothing to get revenge on Romantek, the company he used to work for. As is usually the case for brilliant guys who get terminated from employment and seek revenge, Esharveer took his plotting to a whole new level of nastiness. It wasn’t bad enough, he wanted to hurt the company. But to ruthlessly and carefully weave his way into the dream reality to attempt several murders… Yeah, that was pretty bad. And the harder he tried, the more it hurt him. The man was seriously screwed up in the head. He was an awesome bad guy.

My review on Amazon

 

gabes bride     from Penny Allen (Maren Smith)’s Hollow Hills series, Gabe’s Bride.

Deacon- 

This handsome, grandfather type, actually scared me the most. You expect your patriarch to be loving, kind, and to protect you. Especially, if he is the leader of your clan of shifters, and you have no one else. That’s what made this man so diabolical. He ruled with fear. He rewarded those who pleased him, and he severely punished those who didn’t. This included people who couldn’t help themselves– like a young woman and her five year old son. (there is more to them, but I don’t want to give too much away.) Suffice it to say, Deacon, really hurt Neoma in a lot of ways: murder of loved ones, while she watched; threats of taking her son; starvation; ostracization… This man did it all.

And he enjoyed doing it, all while smiling benevolently, paternally.

This guy was a real BAD guy. And he took things to an ultimate level of “wrongness” at the end.

Review coming (expect a 5 star totally awesome, I loved it and couldn’t put it down review coming soon. Seriously, I wouldn’t be recommending it here, if I didn’t 🙂 )

 

godesses curse   from Cara Bristol’s The Goddess’s Curse.

Honna-

This woman wanted to be queen of the Sharona, no matter the cost. Treachery, deceit, murder, and two faced lies in an attempt to create war between the Sharona and the Lahon… she did a lot. And she also tried to kill her own cousin, Princess Reena. It wouldn’t have been so evil, if she hadn’t projected such an air of love and protection, all while slowly poisoning the throne. This woman was so evil, so disgusting, so vile… I won’t share everything she did, because I don’t want to spoil it. But trust me. This woman was EVIL.

My review on Amazon

*****

There’s my list of the baddest bad guys for the year. Do you have any favorites? What makes your favorite evil villain, just that much more evil?

Thanks for stopping by.

Happy reading!

🙂

 

Scare Your Pants Off- Thursday: Warriors and Werewolves

 

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It’s the fourth day of ‘Scare Your Pants Off’. I hope you have enjoyed the spine tingling excerpts in our gear up for Halloween! Here are the previous days’ posts just in case you missed one: Intro, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday.

Thanks for stopping by! 🙂

 

The first excerpt comes from Cara Bristol’s, ‘Warrior’. This is a lovely dark fantasy / erotic romance with horror elements.

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Anika waited until the moon floated high in the sky and the males snored before she slipped out from under her sleep covering. She tugged on her boots and tiptoed through the camp. Since they’d arrived, she’d been unable to slip away alone even once to relieve herself. Someone had always been with her—most often Icor, who dogged her every move, but, if not him, then one of Qalin’s alphas or betas.

She could not do as they did—walk a few steps out of camp and turn her back.

Under lunarlight, she crept into the woods. Every step jarred her full bladder, but she needed to put distance between her and the others, lest they awaken with the same needs and happen upon her.

Behind a stand of trees, within a small clearing ringed by a thicket of brush, she stopped. Urgency growing by the second, she tore at her uniform. The harsh chill bit at her exposed skin, but cold was the least of her concerns. Dropping to a crouch, she released her bladder and sighed in relief as urine spread in a widening, steaming puddle across the frozen ground.

After her bladder emptied, she wiped with a handful of dried grass, then stood and fixed her uniform.

“You are not alpha, you are female!”

Anika whipped around.

Icor circled her, flexing his arms. The violet Parseon moon radiated a strong glow over them both, and Anika watched in horror as recognition dawned. “You! You did this to me,” Icor accused.

For a male who’d moved gingerly, he struck fast. Pain splintered across her cheekbone, knocking her to the ground, and she struck her head against a fallen tree. The moon blinked in and out of focus.

“Drakor!” he spat.

Anika stumbled to her feet, but Icor grabbed her before she could take more than a step, and spun her around. His fist shot out, but she ducked, and it glanced off her temple.

She wrested away, her guerilla training channeling panic into action. With an uppercut, she jabbed under his chin. His feral howl echoed in the night. She aimed again, but he feinted, caught her wrist and, with a wrench, forced her to her knees.

Murder gleamed in his good eye. A thick white substance oozed from the facial abscess.

“It will be my pleasure to see you beg before I kill you,” he snarled, and twisted her left arm. Anika screamed as her shoulder dislocated. The world fogged. Icor slapped her to full consciousness, knocking her onto her side.

She inched her fingers into her boot.

“Get up!” He kicked her ribs.

She closed her hand around the dagger’s hilt.

“Stand up!” Icor hissed.

Her dangling, useless right arm could assist with no purchase, but she used to her injury as a distraction, staggering to her feet while easing the knife from her boot with her right hand. She shielded the weapon behind her thigh then lunged forward and drove it into Icor’s abdomen.

His eye bulged with disbelief, and he gasped. He clutched at her hands, but his strength dwindled with his life force, and she held on. Scarlet froth dribbled from his mouth and red seeped through their fingers, warm against her cold skin. His features went slack, and he pitched forward. She jumped away, yanking out the knife, as Icor fell dead.

Bile clogged her throat. Her breath came in panicked gasps. I have killed someone! She gaped at the bloody knife, at the body. I eliminated a threat, a male who intended to kill me. I had no choice. She dropped the knife and stumbled from the body, a starburst of pain shooting into her shoulder as her left arm swung. She pressed it to her side and moved gingerly to a large tree. She took a deep breath, gritted her teeth, and dove into it shoulder first. With a pop, the ball of her humerus snapped back into its socket.

Anika sank to her knees and vomited.

When the retching ceased, she rose and tested her limb. Her injured arm, though sore, had regained function. Her cheekbone, however, throbbed with greater intensity. Anika fingered her face. Nothing broken. But she would have colorful bruises to explain.

But her biggest problem was how to dispose of Icor’s body.

Under the moonlight, she could see steam rising from the spreading pool beneath the corpse. Once the blood froze, she would be unable to eliminate it. She recalled how Urazi had hidden Grogan in a thicket, and she scanned her environs for the densest clump of brush. There. She wished it were thicker, wished for more time to conceal what she had done, but she needed to act before anyone awakened, noticed their absence, and investigated. Their screams and shouts might have carried. Someone could be looking for them already.

She rolled Icor onto his back to minimize the blood trail, then grasped his ankles, and dragged him into the brush. Next, she piled leaves on top of him and blotted the blood as best she could. Anika gathered tree needles and grasses and scattered them about. Not perfect, but better. Leaving the area, she descended the bank to a half-frozen, sluggish stream.

She rinsed Icor’s blood from her hands and the dagger. Moonlight glinted off the blade. An alpha became a warrior with his first kill. Males recounted that rite of passage with long tales of great pride. Anika felt no triumph, only sickness. But she knew she’d done what she had to to defend herself.

Anika slipped her dagger into her boot, rose to her feet, and headed for camp. She would have to find the privacy to change into a fresh uniform and discard the bloodied one.

Woodsmoke permeated the straggly forest, and through the trees she spied the faint glow from the fire. Sleep would not return this eve; she might as well tend the flame and wait for morning. Hope for the best.

What questions would Icor’s unexpected disappearance raise? Would her traveling companions assume laziness kept him abed when they readied for departure? Would they seek to rouse him to bid him farewell? When they found him gone, would they search? Probably not. But that didn’t mean they might not stumble upon his body. Most of the males relieved themselves just outside the camp perimeter, but other bodily needs might drive them deeper into the wood, and what if she hadn’t camouflaged all the blood? What if animals discovered his corpse before morn and scattered his remains?

Perhaps she should go back and check.

A hand smothered Anika’s mouth, a rough arm clamped her against a hard muscled body, and she was lifted off her feet. She flailed her arms in open air, and screamed, but her cries sounded as mere puffs of sound under the hard, broad palm.

Her captor hauled her back into the wood.

 

Warrior (Breeder 3) blurb

A female fighting for freedom. A male armed with determination. Can they save their people?

As a despotic Qalin marches through Parseon intent on conquering every province, Commander Marlix pledges his sister to another Alpha to protect her. Desperate to decide her own fate, Anika flees and finds refuge with the guerilla resistance movement against Qalin. Marlix’s aide Urazi hunts her down to bring her home to fulfill her duty. But when love blossoms between them, and provinces fall to Qalin, Anika and Urazi realize home has ceased to exist, and they are all that stand between the people of Parseon and the end of the world.

Warrior is the third and final book of the Breeder science fiction romance series, but it can be read as a stand-alone.

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*****

The next excerpt is from the heart pounding paranormal romance, ‘Karly’s Wolf’, by Penny Alley.

 

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She thought about going back to town, but she didn’t think she could handle another run in with either Colton or Gabe. It was likely neither meant her any harm. Margo knew them and she didn’t think Margo would send people who would hurt her to bring her sandwiches or to keep checking on her, but her hands wouldn’t stop shaking. Her stomach felt so tangled and tight, she thought she might actually throw up, and when her cellphone rang, the sharp tones startled her so badly that she jumped half out of her skin.

 “I forgot the newspaper,” she said, without bothering to check the number. “What should I do? Should I go back and get one? I’m so scared, Beth. The local cops keep talking to me and—”

 “You’re fucked,” Dan growled into her ear, his voice as cold and as sharp as knives.

 Karly’s throat seized so hard she choked. The next thing she knew, the car was fishtailing to a stop in the middle of the narrow dirt road. Without realizing it, she had slammed the brake pedal all the way down to the floor mat.

 She sat behind the steering wheel, shaking hard, staring straight ahead without seeing anything.

 “You want to run from me, baby? Fine, but there’s no place in the world you can hide that I won’t find you. You think you’re scared now? Wait until we’re face-to-face. Serve me fucking divorce papers? No, ma’am. ‘Til death do us part. That’s what you promised, and that’s what I’ll have. In every nuance and meaning of the word now, you…are…fucked.”

 Karly didn’t have to hang up. The connection went dead in her trembling hand.

 Seconds bled into minutes.

 She couldn’t move. She couldn’t see. She couldn’t even breathe.

 She vaguely heard Puppy growl a half second before two hard knuckles tapped the glass right by her head.

 Karly knew she was freaking out even while she did it, screaming and grabbing at the steering wheel. She even dropped her phone. If it weren’t for the seatbelt, she’d have thrown herself into the passenger seat on top of Puppy, grabbing at him for security. Her eyes as huge as dinner plates, she stared at the very powerfully built man bending down to peer in through the window at her. His dark hair was shoulder length; his mustache, neatly trimmed. Tattoos wound up his arm all the way into his short sleeves. His hands were dirty, stained with engine oil. So was his bright orange t-shirt, which sported twin rifles crisscrossing one another and black, jagged letters that read, ‘If you can read this, you’re in range.’

 He was a McQueen. He had to be. Her heart beat so hard, it hurt her ribs and still, when he tapped the window again and pointed ground-ward, she obeyed him, rolling the glass down just a crack.

 Leaning his forearm along the roof of her car, McQueen looked at her. He looked at Puppy, dipped his head slightly to spit on the ground, and then looked back at her again when Puppy rumbled out another rolling growl.

 “You lost?” he asked.

 Karly shivered. Her wild glance darted from him to the dilapidated shacks sitting back from the road, nestled in amongst the shade trees. Two other men were sitting together on the front porch; another leaned against a support post with the long barrel of a rifle slung across his shoulders. Oh God, of all places to stop, she had stopped in front of their house.

 Karly quickly shook her head. “No.”

 “You’re the one moved into Margo’s up the road, that right?”

Puppy bristled, loosing another low growl.

 McQueen looked at him, unfazed. “I heard you, and I’m not talking to you.” He stared at Karly again, then patted the top of her car twice. “Get on then.” He gave a jerk of his head. “My driveway’s not your parking lot.”

 Karly didn’t need to be told twice. He was letting her go and she went, fairly flying the rest of the way home, driving much faster than she should have, much faster than was safe. She managed to stave off tears right up until her small cabin came into view, and then she lost it.

 She couldn’t remember turning the car off and she didn’t get out. She just sat there, bawling and clinging first to the steering wheel and then to Puppy, who nosed his way into her arms and then sat stiff and still in the passenger seat while she leaned into him and gripped him like he was her lifeline. Her tears soaked his fur. Her panicked fingers pulled at his hair. But through it all, he made no move to break away and stayed with her until the storm of panic had subsided and the well of her tears ran dry. Her ragged breaths evened. She came back to herself enough to feel stupid and foolish.

 “Sorry,” she whispered, feeling even more foolish for apologizing to a dog, who couldn’t understand her anyway.

 As she pushed away from him, Puppy leaned over and nuzzled her cheek. The warm rasp of his tongue washed away a lingering tear. He offered no censure. He simply got out of the car when she did and followed her back into the house.

 

Blurb:

On the run from her abusive husband, Karly Whitaker flees across state lines and finally settles in an old mining town called Hollow Hills. Starting over has never been so scary. To make it worse, on her first night in a new place she hits a dog—the biggest, blackest, wolf-like creature she has ever seen. Although he appears more dazed than hurt, Karly takes him home. But while it’s comforting not to be alone, it’s hard to ignore the strange things happening around her. All she wants to do is hide from her husband, Fish and Game won’t leave her alone, her gun-toting neighbor scares her to death, and every morning Puppy vanishes, leaving her to deal with Colton Laurens all on her own. Colton—the dark-haired, honey-eyed Game warden, whose gentlest touch makes her battered heart ache and whose hungry kisses burn her from the inside out. For the first time in her life, Karly knows what it’s like to live unafraid, but with more than ghosts haunting her footsteps, she’s beginning to suspect not everything in Hollow Hills is what it seems…

Karly’s Wolf by Penny Alley, the author also known as Maren Smith.

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No spankings? How about a good curry? Penny Alley visits

Happy first day of October! Halloween is one of my favorite holidays, and I am gearing up for a full month of trick or treating. So bring on the paranormals!

One of my favorite authors, just published her brand new paranormal romance. It was so freaking good, I couldn’t put it down! (I bought it and started reading late last night, then finished it tonight.)

I loved Karly’s Wolf as much as I loved Incubus Moon (and that is saying a lot!)

This book was jam packed with heart pounding adventure, wonderful alpha dominance, hot werewolves, and a killer plot.

I freaking LOVED this book!

 

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So for those of you that haven’t been introduced to Maren Smith’s paranormal / non spanking side, come meet Penny Alley. 🙂

Katherine Deane: How long have you been writing?

 

Penny Alley: I have been writing since I was 15 or so, and it was spanking stories right from the start.

Katherine Deane:  Who came first- Penny or Maren? spanking fiction or paranormal?

 

Penny Alley:  Maren Smith came first. Actually, Denise Hall came first. That was my first alias and it was for BDSM stories, rather harsh non-con themes.

Katherine Deane: What’s the biggest difference between the two?

 

Penny Alley:  Penny Alley is the alias I use for mainstream paranormal romances that do not have spanking in it. I wanted that alias because I want Maren Smith fans to know that every single Maren Smith book they pick up will have spanking in it as a part of the plot and dynamic.

Katherine Deane: Which is your favorite? Or what are your favorite things about each?

 

Penny Alley:  I don’t have a favorite. I love spanking romances. Spanking is a big part of my life. I life a DD lifestyle with my husband and I don’t think I could separate spanking from romance and sex if you paid me. lol However, I do love paranormal romances and not every story allows for a hero who spanks. For instance, in Karly’s Wolf. While I can easily envision Colton spanking for sex and fun, there was no way I was going to take a battered woman on the run and turn that into a spanking story. It just did not work.

Katherine Deane: In a perfect world, what would you write?

 

Penny Alley:  Exactly what I am writing. I am living in a perfect world of my own making. 🙂 I honestly can’t imagine doing anything else. I write what I love, whether it’s a Maren Smith, Darla Phelps or Penny Alley theme. If the story is strong, I write it. If there’s someone out there who enjoys reading what I write, then the more the better. I write what I want to read. If other people enjoy reading them too, then that’s absolutely awesome!

Katherine Deane: Incubus, gods, werewolves… what’s next for Penny? any new types?

 

Penny Alley:  The next Penny Alley is going to be the next in the Hollow Hills series. There will be 3 books total, and then I get to finish Finding Sunrise–the romance between a woman traveling across country and the man she picks up to be her traveling companion. it’s going to be very different from anything else I’ve ever done.

 

Thanks, Penny / Maren! And congratulations on your awesome new paranormal. I loved it, and am shouting from the rooftops. This one is right up there with Incubus Moon. A fantastic story, with such vivid descriptions. I loved it!

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Excerpt

“The Alpha male of Hollow Hills?” She tried not to laugh because for all that it sounded

silly coming out of her mouth, both he and Mama Margo had used that word quite seriously. “All

right, so what does an Alpha do?” She couldn’t resist knocking on her chest and offering a sedate

Tarzan yodel.

Colton laughed again, and for the second time said, “Close enough.”

“No, I’m sorry. I’ll be serious. I’m curious. Besides “catching” his Bride—which stirs up

a whole slew of new questions, by the way—what does an Alpha do?”

Having rounded a curve in the road, Karly could see the summit of the Ridge up ahead.

They weren’t close enough yet for her to glimpse the tents through the trees or the colorful

pennants, but she could hear the shouting and the laughter and the occasional snap of cloth in the

“We lead,” Colton answered, his expression seeming to close the nearer they drew to

the crowded fairgrounds. “We guard our territories.” He looked at her then. “And we protect all

those within it.”

The implication of what he was trying not to say wasn’t lost on her. Karly flushed, a slow

burning heat that moved up from her core to scald her cheeks. She had to change the subject.

“And you decide who gets to be Alpha via ragtag games of tackle football?”

“No.” For the first time, his flash of a smile seemed genuine. “The games are simply

a means to an end. It gives you a chance to show off your strength to potential females, and if

you’re lucky, you can also knock a few of your competitors out of the running.”

“Is that what you were doing yesterday with that boy?” Having finally reached the

summits’ intended parking lot, they stepped off the road together, gravel crunching under both

their feet.

“That’s what he was trying to do to me.”

Despite the veiled ruthlessness that she had witnessed yesterday, Karly liked walking

beside him. She liked hearing the crunch of his boots grinding in the loose rock and she liked

feeling the heat of him, even hotter than the surrounding sun, every time his arm bumped lightly

into hers. On the few times when he pulled a little ahead of her, she really liked watching him

walk. That swaggering strut of his struck her as sexy. He didn’t even seem to know how sexy

that was, and that appealed to her, even though she knew it shouldn’t.

“So what’s on the agenda today? More football and beating each other up?” Karly

stopped when he did, but while he stared off toward the banners and tents, she continued to study

“Not today,” he said softly, and then began to smile. “Sounds like they’ve got something

else planned.”

Karly tried to hear what he was, but it was just shouting and cheering. To her, it said

football game, but as they approached the same grassy field where Colton had tackled and been

tackled the day before, instead of teams of men beating each other into the ground, today it was

the women’s turn. In this case, the term “the gentler sex” seemed to hold no meaning.

“Oh whoa,” Karly said, trying hard not to sound judgmental. Just as the men had done

the day before, the contestants were engaged in a rowdy game of skins versus skins. Some

were wearing sports bras, but most hadn’t bothered, and all of them wore dirt and bruises from

no-holds-barred tackles to the ground regardless of who had the ball. “These are your Bridal

choices?”

Colton grinned. “I do love our old, time-honored traditions, don’t you?”

Karly’s startled laugh cut into a wince when four women collided and the one on the

bottom of the pile came up bloodied, spitting teeth and grass, and with an arm that bent in ways

no human arm should. “Oh wow, these girls are serious.”

“Deadly,” Colton agreed. “They have a lot to prove. Strong women attract strong mates.”

“So does a good curry.”

Colton chuckled. “Fond as I am of curry, a woman’s cooking skills aren’t half as

important as strength, courage and good family ties. There are a lot of men here competing for

Brides and not one of them is going to care how well she cooks.”

Another bone-crushing tackle resulted in two women picking themselves up off the

ground. Both spat blood, but only swiped their mouths and rejoined the next line up. This was

not hair-pulling, bitch-slapping, name-calling, feminine warfare. This was every bit as brutal as

the men had been the day before.

“This has Bridezillas beat all to hell and back,” Karly said flatly, and then looked at him.

“You want to marry one of these women?”

His smile dimmed around the corners of his mouth. He inclined his head. “Want doesn’t

have anything to do with it. But yes, in three days’ time, we will have our Hunt and I will take

one of these women for my Bride.”

He did not look happy about it. Funny, but she kind of felt a little disappointed too. She

wasn’t even fully divorced yet. She didn’t have a right to feel like this.

Karly faced the field and tried to study his options with an unbiased eye. “But you don’t

know which one?”

“No.”

“Then why do it?”

“Because it’s our way.”

The look she flashed him now was all but annoyed. “Oh, come on. What are you,

gypsies?”

“Not exactly.” He made no effort to change his answer.

Karly cringed when the ball was hiked and two walls of shouting women collided. It

might have been simply the sound of the impact, but she thought she heard bones snap. “Oh my

God.” She tried to cover her eyes, but couldn’t make herself stop watching. “What if you don’t

suit? Apart from potential chest sizes, what do you know about any of these women?”

“I know they care about our traditions.” Colton glanced at her sidelong. “I know they are

fierce and determined enough to suffer pain in the hopes of attracting my attention. And I know

that they will bring that determination into our marriage, because no one wants to be miserable

with the one they have vowed to share the rest of their life.”

Karly flinched again, but this time it had nothing to do with what was happening before

her. “What if you are miserable?”

“Then we’ll separate. We aren’t perfect, but we aren’t draconian either.”

Another hike of the ball resulted in another bone-jarring tackle, this time punches were

thrown and she could have sworn one girl bit another. Karly folded her arms across her chest,

hugging herself against an answer she, for some reason, didn’t really want to know. “If you have

to pick, have you at least whittled down your options?”

A ghost of his former smile returned. Colton faced the field, folding his arms across

his chest now too. “Sadly, I haven’t dedicated the proper attention to even begin my whittling.

My…family is not at all pleased with me.”

“Your family has to approve of her too?”

“At this point, they won’t care just so long as I get one. Any one.” He didn’t sound happy

about that, either.

“Okay.” Karly studied the field. She pointed to a blonde, her long curly hair pulled back

in a ponytail and her bouncing breasts covered but pertly outlined by the wife-beater t-shirt she

wore. “How about that one?” She tried her best not to think about Colton covering that woman

the way she’s dreamed he’d done to her the night before.

“Not if you paid me,” Colton said flatly.

That drawling rejection made her so ridiculously happy that she actually smiled. “Why

“Her father’s been trying to get his hands on Hollow Hills for years. He failed at brute

force, so now he’s trying through diplomacy.”

“And if you married her, he’d as good as succeed,” she concluded. “I didn’t realize

politics were also involved.”

“Politics are always involved,” Colton informed her.

“All right.” Karly studied the field again, taking her time now to pick and choose among

the competing hopefuls. “What about that one?”

“The brunette with the dragon tattoo?” He snorted when she nodded. “She’s barely more

than a child.”

“She’s old enough to have a tattoo,” she pointed out.

“I’m thirty-eight. I don’t want a Bride I’ll have to spank and send to bed without supper.”

Karly quickly bit back another smile. “All right, so one of the older ladies.”

“Not too old,” he corrected, his eyes now sparkling with amusement as well. “I don’t

want to push her wheelchair quite yet either.”

“No toothless, old biddies,” she agreed and scanned their options. She’d been trying to

steer clear of the shirtless ones, but feeling emboldened now, she chose one. “That one, the short-
haired blonde.”

“She’s being particularly aggressive,” Colton noted.

“She does seem very strong. And if she’s not thirty, then she can’t be far from it, so no

spanking required.”

“More’s the pity. She’s got the perfect backside for it—nice, round and jubbly.”

That caught her so off-guard, that Karly actually whapped him on the arm as she laughed.

Colton made no effort to retaliate, but flashed that good-natured grin instead. In spite of herself,

Karly relaxed even more. “I can’t believe you just said that. All right. So, she’s strong, grown,

has a nice butt, and since she’s running around in public without her shirt on, we’ll just assume

for now that she’s open to kinky sex. All that’s left is to find out what her family is like.”

“I have no idea; never met them.”

“Have you talked to her yet?”

“Enough to know she has a nasally laugh.”

“So, you want a strong, older woman from a good family, into kinky sex, but without the

nasally laugh.”

“Is that asking too much, do you think?” He bumped his shoulder to hers, lowering his

head in conspiratory humor, which made her feel as if he were trying to get intimately closer.

She liked that too.

“I think you’d be better off looking for someone who makes a good curry.”

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Spanking A-Z Challenge, M: Maren Smith, Monty Python, and Men in Tights

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I bet you’re wondering what all of these M’s have in common, since I am using them for my “M” post today, hehe. 🙂

Well, they all make me smile; they make me giggle uncontrollably, and sometimes, they make me say, “OMG, I can’t believe they said THAT!”

These are a few of my favorite M’s.

First, the mighty Maren. Oh, btw, I have not asked her permission (or warned her) to use her today, so if you see my title changed later to monkey or something else abstract, you will know why. 🙂

Ok, mighty Maren.

Holy crap, if there were enough time and words (and I am honestly before my first cup of coffee right now, so bear with me. 🙂 ), I could talk all about all the awesome books she has written. I think I love them all! She makes me laugh with her witty character dialogue. She is so good at entertaining without becoming downright slapstick or silly.

On the flip side of the laughter. My all time favorite book by her. I mean ALL TIME! (and I have a lot of favorites!). My most favorite book by her (and one of my most favorites ever) is one that did not make me laugh; was not humorous; and did not even use her name.

Incubus Moon, written by her other author name, Penny Alley, was freaking AMAZING! Borderline horror, adventure, paranormal, hot, hot hot sex, romance, succubus, incubus, and an ultra hot bad boy. I cannot say enough about this book. It did not make me laugh. But it brought my fantasies to life! Phew! Like I said, I love Maren. 🙂

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* Ok, on to my other favorites 🙂

Monty Python Search for the Holy Grail, is one of my favorite movies! It is just so stinking funny, and silly, but not slapstick like The Three Stooges (whom I do NOT like).

Come on, whenever you get a bunch of guys dancing and singing and banging coconuts together while pretending to ride horses…

Then there’s the young prince who keeps trying to break into song, during his arranged marriage, much to the chagrin of his father.

And my favorite part, the Castle Anthrax. Young women between the ages of 16 and 19 1/2 who have nothing to do but bathe, dress, undress, and knit exciting underwear. 🙂

The naughy Zoot lights the grail shaped beacon and tries to talk Sir Gallahad (the chaste) to join them for spankings and oral sex.

Poor guy. 🙂

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And finally. My favorite musical number from one of my favorite silly movies. Robin Hood Men in Tights. Oh my, That Mel Brooks is a character! I have a lot of favorites from him. But to re-write Robin Hood into this funny spoof, and then to include a comedic score where all the men line up for a hilarious dance number; GENIUS!

It’s one of my “Go To” s whenever I am feeling down.

Here y’a go. 🙂

Hopefully this makes you laugh as well. 🙂

Ok, that’s it for today. My favorite M’s that entertain me, and sometimes, make me laugh so hard I almost pee my pants. 🙂

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