Story Excerpts

Here are some excerpts from stories I’ve written recently. For the rest of the stories or more just like them, go to my Books section of this website or go to my blog.

 

Excerpt from Dark Threats, Part One

“What did I tell you?” Reid demanded, his face mere inches from hers. His wide blue gaze assaulted her. She had to admit, the man was nothing less than hot when he was mad. His chiseled features gave him the appearance of a street thug, but the intelligence in his gaze took the edge off the harshness. That along with his metrosexual style softened him. But it was clear he was still a hardass.

Zoe had no idea where he came from. Last she heard he was back at his office. How did he know she was at the sidewalk café? “Reid! What are you doing here?”

“No, what are you doing here? Didn’t I give you explicit orders to stay put? What are you trying to do? Get yourself—wait. Why are you here?”

“I got a call from… wait. Why are you here?”

“I got a call, too.” The reality dawned on both of them at once. They were being set up again.

Reid said, “Quick, let’s get out of here. This is clearly another set-up.”

Without asking, he grabbed her by the arm and none-too-gently pulled her up out of her chair and shoved her ahead of himself. By his posture and the position of his free hand, she knew he had his hand on his weapon.

Zoe heard the squealing of tires and suddenly, Reid shoved her to the ground. She heard a popping sound. A window shattered near her. Gunshots! Cripes! Her heart slammed against her chest, her whole body began shaking.

People began screaming and running for cover all around them.

Reid yelled, “They’re getting away! Stay down!” He took off running.

When Zoe looked up, she saw the back of Reid flying down the street in pursuit of a dark sedan. The sedan turned the corner and the private investigator followed.

She got up and dusted herself off. People were shouting. The storeowner was checking out the damage to his windows and swearing loudly to himself.

A few minutes later, Reid appeared around the corner, looking winded and defeated. He walked right up to her and without saying a word, he grabbed her by the arm and began leading her off.

After a few moments he barked, “Where are you parked?”

“Behind the café in the parking lot.”

“You and I are going to have a talk.”

Zoe thought Reid was going to lead her to her car, but he took her to his Ford Explorer instead. It was a big, black job with tinted windows.

“Why are you—?”

He hushed her with a glare, opened his SUV and oddly enough, shoved her into the large back seat. He got in beside her and closed the door behind him.

Before she could comprehend his actions, he reached for her, pulled her across his lap and pinned her there.

Her shocked mind could barely understand what happened next. The man began spanking her. Hard.

It took her a good few whacks on the bottom before she snapped out of her shock.

“Hey! You stop that!” she ordered.

He answered by spanking her harder. This smarted!

“You Neanderthal jerk! You stop this and you stop this now! I order you to stop!”

Reid began a machine-gun report of very hard swats across her now very tender behind. She wore linen Capri pants which provided little to none protection against Reid’s firm hand. She wished she’d worn her normal panties, but to avoid panty lines, she’d worn a thong. Stupid choice.

“Reid! I demand that you stop! Ow! What is wrong with you?! Have you lost your bloody mind?! Stop that and let me up immediately!”

He seemed deaf to her pleas. What was wrong with this jerk? Didn’t he know who she was? No one dared to defy her orders like this! The man wasn’t just going to get fired, he was going to get sued for assault!

In no way did she want to give the idiot the satisfaction of seeing her tears, but she had no idea how to stop them. Her rear end was blazing!

“Reid! Stop!” Unfortunately, her voice cracked on her last word. “Reid! Please! I can’t take much more!”

Finally, she broke down into tears. Shortly afterwards, Reid stopped. He yanked her up off his lap. His eyes were fiery, his temper clearly ignited.

She went to slap him, he caught her arm, pulled her to him and suddenly, the madman was kissing her.

It was a full thirty seconds before she realized what was happening. But by that time it was too late, she was lost in the man. His kiss deepened, she found herself responding, fully. All she could think about was getting her hands on his rounded pecs, the ridges between his ripped abs, the V that led to the hardness in his pants and feeling that length inside her…

 

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Excerpt from Calamity Clarissa, Part Two

All Dimitri could think about was leaping across the table and kissing her. As Clarissa pouted and twisted her mouth in an effort to figure out a way around his orders, she looked so adorable. He hadn’t been taken by a woman like this in years. Those soft red curls around her sweet face, those sparkling brown eyes, full of mischief, it was all he could do not to carry her off to his bedroom.

Where no doubt she would scream, slap him and run away. She didn’t see him that way. She saw him as a big, overbearing authority figure. She was still clearly angry with him over her punishment.

A sly smile crossed his lips at the thought of her sweet backside over his lap. Two perfectly rounded buns, there at his mercy. A charge went through his loins. She would be so fun to conquer. Underneath him, her legs and mouth parted, that saucy look in her eye. Delicious.

Too soon, breakfast was over.

“So?” he asked. “After lunch? I’ll take you around the estate? How does that sound?”

“Great, Dimitri.”

“What will you be doing until then?”

“I have some old documents I need to review in my room.”

“Excellent. So I’ll see you here at noon for lunch?”

“Yes, Dimitri.”

A spring in his step, Dimitri left his houseguest.

Clarissa quickly formed a plan. She was going out to that cabin whether he liked it or not. She was nearly certain there was a secret smuggler’s tunnel beneath it. She went to her room and studied the map of the estate. One of the roads on the vast grounds went very near the cabin. Perfect. She’d only have to carry the ladder a short distance. All she had to do was borrow a maintenance truck without Dimitri knowing it. She could get out there and back before he found out she’d left the mansion. This would work!

After making sure that Dimitri was otherwise occupied, she rushed out of the house to the maintenance building. In broken Spanish, she explained to a group of workers that Dimitri gave her permission to take one of the trucks. The men were quite accommodating at the mention of the big man.

Soon, she was happily driving off to the cabin with her truck, flashlight and ladder. Sweet!

It wasn’t easy, but she managed to haul the heavy ladder the four or five hundred yards to the old cabin from where she parked. Pouring down with sweat, she carefully slid the ladder across the old rotting floor and eased it down into the gaping hole she’d fallen through the day before. She grabbed her flashlight, stepped cautiously across the creaking floorboards and climbed down into the vast space under the cabin.

When she shined the flashlight around her, her heart leapt into her throat. She’d been right! There was a dark tunnel leading off from one side of the large earthen room. And on second glance, the room in which she was standing wasn’t made of dirt, it was built of masonry and stones. Over the years it had been covered by dirt, but the room was clearly built in the Civil War era. It was a smuggler’s den! She was so excited she could barely see straight.

Clarissa knew she shouldn’t, but she couldn’t stop herself. She carefully and cautiously began to venture into the large dark, cobweb-covered tunnel. Her heart beat wildly. She had to move chunks of masonry and stone out of her way, roots were poking through the roof of the tunnel, but it was still fairly easy going.

She made her way down the tunnel, excited beyond belief. She was the first person to walk this mysterious hidden passageway in over a hundred and twenty years. She felt as if she had become a part of history. She imagined a queue of men, all carrying bundles, walking this very tunnel. Slaves, smugglers, maybe even pirates used the hidden passageway. So fascinating!

She stopped to check out the flooring, which suddenly felt different to her. Some brickwork in the floor? She bent down to scrape some dirt off the surface of the ground, but it only revealed more dirt. She must be mistaken. She crawled a bit, checking another spot ahead, but still only found dirt. Disappointing. She stood up, but hadn’t checked above her. She smacked her head on a root and suddenly she heard a rumbling above her. A rock fell on her foot, then the entire ceiling started to give way.

With a scream she darted back the way she’d come. She heard a deafening crash from behind her and glanced over her shoulder to see what it was. A huge boulder just barely missed her! It sealed off the tunnel behind her. Bummer! She heard more deep groans in the tunnel structure. She ran for her life.

She was almost at the end of the tunnel when she tripped on a stone and went flying. She landed on an old length of timber, smacking her forehead hard on its unforgiving surface. She could feel a warm trickle of blood run down her face. She leapt to her feet and kept running.

Clarissa made it to the ladder and practically leapt up it. She rushed out of the cabin and stood just outside, breathing heavily.

When she finally caught her breath, some movement out in front of her caught her eye. She looked up and couldn’t believe what she saw. A very angry Dimitri standing no more than twenty feet in front of her, his arms crossed, his jaw set, his eyes like daggers.

She didn’t even think. She took off running for the maintenance truck.

“Damn you, woman! You get back here!” he commanded, giving chase.

She ran as fast as she could. But she’d hurt her left knee when she’d fallen, and it was slowing her down. She dashed around some trees and finally saw the welcome sight of the truck in the distance.

It was then she felt his hands on her shoulders and soon, she was face down in the dirt. She struggled with him as he fought to contain her. Within a few minutes, he had her, but good. He picked her up and threw her over his shoulder and stalked back to the cabin. With her protesting at the top of her lungs, he took her off his shoulder, sat down on a bench under a tree in front of the cabin and wrestled her across his lap.

To her horror, she felt her pants being yanked down to her ankles, felt the sudden warmth of the sun shining down upon her exposed flesh. She kicked and screamed, but to no avail.

Dimitri began spanking her, hard. His large hand nearly covered her entire rear as it slapped her. He smacked her across both buns, the pain was so sharp, so intense, at first she couldn’t breath. Then she began screaming for him to stop. But she could tell he was in no mood for trite apologies. He was determined, focused and angry. She didn’t stand a chance. She clearly pushed the man too far.

She thought the spanking over her jeans had been bad. It didn’t even compare to the agony she was now experiencing. Dimitri was killing her poor rear, killing it. She didn’t know if she’d ever be able to sit comfortably again.

Finally, he stopped. He pulled her up, turned her around and brought her down into his lap.

“Stop now, stop Clarissa, stop and listen to me.”

Her butt was on fire! “I-I c-c-can’t,” she sobbed miserably.

“Yes, you can and you will. Now listen to me. You could have died down there. That was irresponsible and dangerous. You lied to me, you disobeyed me and you have to stop this behavior.”

“I know.”

He wrapped his long arms around her and held her tight. “I couldn’t stand the thought of anything happening to you.” To her surprise, he kissed the top of her head. “You silly thing. Rushing out here and almost dying. I see the blood here on your forehead, you almost got stuck in that tunnel, didn’t you?”

“Y-yes, Dimitri, I’m sorry.”

“You sure as hell should be. Damn it, Clarissa, you have to listen to me.”

“I will, I will, I’m sorry. I... you... darn it.”

“It’s all right. You’re all right now and that’s all that matters. I... couldn’t stand it if you’d really got hurt.”

She finally pulled away to look at him. “Why? I didn’t think you liked me.”

“Not like you? You horrid little thing, I think I’m in love with you.”

He laughed at her shocked expression, then leaned in and kissed her.

Clarissa nearly fainted as his lips pressed against hers. She opened her mouth and allowed his tongue to explore her. A thrill went through her nether regions at his masterful kissing.

She pulled away. Breathlessly, she said, “Dimitri, I think I love you, too.” Then without waiting for him, she kissed him.

Dimitri’s hand went up her blouse and under her bra to gently caress one of her breasts. His supple fingers carefully pinched a nipple until it peaked. His breathing quickened as she grabbed the back of his head to pull him closer to her, a soft moan escaping her throat.

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