For today's letter L (of Spanking Romance and Celeste Jones' Blog Hop Challenge), I've invited author Jaye Peaches today to see what she could do with the letter L while talking about her new book, Driven Wild. Here she is...
My L is the heroine of my latest book Driven Wild - Leah. It's also a little homage to a great city - Liverpool.
Leah is an only child, brought up by her busy father and largely forgotten by her absent mother. Spoilt and accustomed to having a generous allowance, she likes to have fun. Drinking, late nights out and meeting her up with her friends, she is getting wilder and about to start university. Will she even bother to study?
Leah is the ideal candidate for somebody with a firm hand.
Liverpool in the late 1960s was in the final spell of its industrial heyday and with the popularity of The Beatles and other bands, it provides a great location for a wild child and her potential rebellion. With nightclubs, wealthy suburbia, vast docklands and a short distance away, great beaches, I had plenty to explore for spanking scenes. I'm really pleased with the cover, having the Three Graces (as the buildings are known as) in the background was a real challenge for Korey Mae Johnson – she pulled it off brilliantly. The Three Graces represent the time when Liverpool generated enormous wealth – Titanic's last voyage, the arrival of many immigrants from across the world and departure for others. This coming and going of people is a theme in the book.
A new chauffeur, appointed by her father and initially against Leah's wishes, arrives to collect her and from their first encounter, Leah hopes to make an impression, one she can take advantage of. Her new driver on the other hand is going to keep a close eye on his charge - and not in a way she will expect. Women in the 1960s had greater freedom and opportunities than previous generations. However, the era of the 1950s housewife and obedient wife haven't gone. Caught between the rise of feminism and the strict men in her life, Leah is tempted to do as she is told... given the right incentive.
This is Leah's first meeting with him.
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Shiny black shoes. So immaculately polished, even the blue sky above reflected off them. They reminded her of soldier’s boots—black leather buffed into mirrors. Her eyes tracked upwards and next came the drainpipe trousers. Black again. Now she was thinking of an undertaker or perhaps a police constable in uniform. The black jacket came to his hips and there were no pockets, just a line of buttons done up smartly and a thin tie. At least the tie was dark blue and the shirt white, no more black.
Leah had to hold her breath as she moved her eyes up his body, examining him, the vision before her improving with each passing inch. Narrow hips, flat belly, and then the delicious broad shoulders. Nothing brawny and he had a distinctive neck too. She hated the thick bulldog neck found on some beefy men.
Finally, she allowed herself to look at his face. Dark chocolate hair cropped short, darker than her own, and accompanying the hair, hazel eyes surrounded by long eyelashes. Eyes that were almost feminine in nature, as if a hint of mascara had been added to their outline. The handsome masculine cheekbones and square forehead saved him from such an inaccurate description.
She smiled at him. Then remembered she hadn’t intended to be so presumptuous. Having stomped downstairs and found the car waiting—a brand new Mercedes S-class—she had been determined not to be friendly or appreciative of the driver. It hadn’t been her decision and though her friends had given her ideas of how she could put the situation to her advantage, she remained piqued about her father’s request. No, not a request, an order.
The driver’s face didn’t shift in expression, his hands remained clasped behind his back and his feet firmly planted on the driveway. A younger man than she had expected. Her father’s chauffeur, a seemly ancient man with a craggy face, had been Leah’s role model for the position. She hadn’t envisaged a youthful man with handsome features and a tall, lean body.
Her tongue unconsciously ran around her lips, moistening them and she tilted her head slightly. She couldn’t help it; something inside her had begun to buzz and it made her body do things she believed she had no control over. Her throat constricted, narrowing as she swallowed; she felt flushed by a rush of pulsating blood and tiny goose bumps formed on the back of her neck; she shivered as if swathed in invisible coldness, even her scalp prickled spontaneously.
“Miss Andrews,” he said her name in a low voice. She heard more than her name, she perceived a quiet richness almost genteel overtures in his tone. She wondered if he would be a talkative driver or be like her father’s boring chauffeur, who so rarely spoke that as a child Leah had thought he had been a mute.
His hand came forward, and she almost hoped he would touch her. Instead, his long arm shot past her and opened the rear door. Leah peered down at the black leather seats, the silver trim and paintwork—brand new and in pristine condition. No expense spared by her generous father. At times like this, she adored her daddy.
Being chauffeured was not unusual for the heiress. Since childhood, she had been ferried about with her father, always together in the back of the car, sometimes chatting, mostly not. Now she tingled with delight; she had her own car and driver. Perhaps it wasn’t as bad as she had made out to her friends.
He held the door as she shuffled into the rear seat, adjusting her mini skirt as she went, not that she minded him seeing her long legs or her garter. Settling in the cool seat, she waited for him to take up position behind the steering wheel. He didn’t turn towards her as he spoke; rather, he chose to adjust the rear-view mirror so he could catch her in the reflection. His dazzling eyes stared at her.
“Where to, Miss Andrews?”
She could get used to this and she intended to have fun, plenty of fun. Six weeks to the start of her first university term and she was going to enjoy the summer of ‘65 being driven here, there, and everywhere. Liverpool wouldn’t know what had hit it. She didn’t care, he was going to drive her wherever she wanted, and with it came the freedom to be as wild as she desired.
When Leah Andrews’ father hires him to be her chauffeur, Rick Wilde finds himself drawn to the feisty eighteen-year-old even as his patience is tried by her immature behaviour. At last Leah’s rudeness and bad decisions force him to intervene, and he takes her over his knee for a good, hard spanking—the first of her pampered life—but neither of them are prepared for the powerful attraction which follows. Rick knows she needs time and space to step out on her own two feet without him there to interfere, though, and he breaks things off before they go too far.
After Leah’s father dies three years later she returns to her wild ways, and before long her license has been suspended for reckless driving. To her shock, the chauffeur the agency sends is none other than Rick Wilde, and she soon learns that he remains more than ready to bare her bottom and spank her soundly when she needs it.
His firm handed correction brings her lust for him back with a vengeance, and she quickly discovers that he can bring her more pleasure in the bedroom than she ever dreamed possible. But when danger from one of Rick’s past jobs becomes an imminent threat and Rick needs Leah to leave Liverpool until things are safe again, can she bring herself to obey him even though the thought of losing him a second time is more than she can bear?
Publisher’s Note: Driven Wild is an erotic romance novel that includes spankings, anal play, graphic sexual scenes, and more. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.