After more than 48 hours of waiting on Amazon, Protective Custody is now available for sale! I'm just going to share something from the opening of the book to set the mood. You can expect a longer sampling on Stormy Night's newsletter on Saturday and if you'd like a panty soaking excerpt now, click here for yesterday's post.
In this scene, Skye has just been caught trespassing on Aidan's mountain. Aidan recognizes Skye immediately- he hasn't seen her in some time but the spark between them is just the same. Blurb is just below the excerpt if you'd prefer to read that first.
*Scene is from Aidan's point of view.
"I don’t want to talk about her anymore,” Aidan said, rising to his feet and coming around the desk to perch at the end of it. “Look at me, Skye,” he said, folding his arms across his chest. “Skye,” he repeated, his tone more stern when she wouldn’t look up.
She turned her face up, her nervous eyes just barely meeting his.
“You’re a good girl. This isn’t the job for you and you know it.”
She stared up at him, that rebellious, defiant side of her rearing its head again. “You don’t know me,” she said. “And I’m not a kid anymore so don’t call me a girl.” This time, she held his gaze, the challenge clear. Perhaps he’d underestimated her.
He nodded. “All right, I suppose that’s fair.” He turned to pick up her wallet and opened it, taking out her driver’s license.
“Hey, you have no right to go through that!” She stood, trying to take the wallet from him.
Aidan looked at her, pulling the license just out of her reach before firmly taking hold of her arm. “Twenty-five,” he said before reading off her address, committing it to memory. He set the license down and turned to her, feeling the charge in the air between them as he closed that space.
She stopped struggling and pulled back just a little.
“You are a girl, Skye, and people like Barb Smith will take advantage of your naiveté.”
She narrowed her eyes and glared at him, only proving his point with that childish expression.
“Are you arresting me?” she asked, defiance marking her words.
“No, I’m not. But I am warning you. Don’t let me see you back on my mountain again as long as you’re working for that tabloid, is that clear?”
“I have a right to be here as long as I pay to use the facilities! What can you do?”
At that he chuckled before pulling her in tight, his face just inches from hers, his eyes boring into hers. Then, in one swift move, he tugged on her arm, pushing her up against the desk and bending her over it, just twisting one arm behind her, not painfully, but so there was no question as to who was in control of the situation.
“What can I do?” he asked, looking over her bent form, her small waist, the soft swell of her bottom.
Skye had stilled entirely. He wasn’t even sure she was breathing. She lay with her cheek on his desk watching Aidan from the corner of one eye. Aidan’s free hand just brushed over her back, fingertips barely touching yet the contact causing an almost electrical charge between them. He swallowed, his cock hardening as that hand traveled lower and over the rise of one hip. Skye sucked in a breath as he circled her buttock softly before laying his hand flat over it, gripping it harder, causing her to flinch when he did.
“I can do a lot of things, Skye,” he said, his voice quiet, his words well chosen and drawn out. “This is my mountain and I make the rules here. You want to know what I do to pretty little girls I catch doing something they’re not supposed to be doing?” he asked, not really waiting for a reply, realizing from the stiffening of her body how the words ‘little girl’ made her tense. “I take them over my knee, I bare their pretty little bottoms, and I spank them,” he said, delivering that final sentence in a near whisper at her ear.
Skye’s soft whimper satisfied him and after holding her for one more moment, he released her. Skye stood, stumbling backward, her face flushed, her eyes wide. She put as much distance between herself and him as she could, her eyes glued to his but otherwise seemingly unable to speak.
“Do you need a ride home?” he asked, breaking eye contact and casually moving back behind his desk. Truth was, he was more affected by this display than he could have imagined he would be.
“I have my car,” she said. She lived down in Denver so it was a good four-hour drive, but the weather was dry and the roads good. “Am I allowed to go?” Although her hand was on the doorknob, she didn’t turn it, waiting for permission instead.
Aidan looked at her, curious at that. He nodded, clearing his throat. “Terrence will see you and Barb out.”
When Skye Madden is caught trespassing at an exclusive ski resort while trying to support herself as a tabloid photographer, she is stunned to discover that her childhood crush, Aidan Hastings, is the head of security. More shocking still, Aidan tells her in no uncertain terms that if she is found snooping around the resort again, he’ll take her over his knee and give her a spanking she’ll never forget.
When her boss sends her back to the same resort a year later on another assignment, Skye can’t help but remember Aidan’s warning, but a spanking quickly becomes the least of her worries after she gets lost on the mountain. While trying to find her way back, things go from bad to worse when she witnesses a cold-blooded murder, and she is left with no choice but to confess everything to Aidan. Worst of all, it appears that the murder is connected to the Russian mob.
Aidan decides he’s taking no chances with his best friend’s little sister, a girl he’s never been able to forget. As a former special agent, he is more than ready to do whatever is needed to keep her safe, even if that means taking her into hiding in an isolated cabin, whether she likes it or not. But Skye Madden has grown even more stubborn and headstrong than he remembered, and he soon realizes it will take quite a bit more than just a bare-bottom spanking to bring her in line.
Even with her world collapsing around her, Skye wonders how she can let this man—someone who has a place called a “punishment room” in his house, on top of everything else—start to claim her heart again. Can she learn to trust her firm protector, or will she take matters into her own hands and put her life in even greater danger?
Publisher’s Note: Protective Custody is an erotic novel that includes spankings, sexual scenes, anal play, elements of BDSM, and more. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.
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