xmlns:og='http://ogp.me/ns#' Kryssie Fortune: 2018

Monday, 20 August 2018

A Hell Of Cure For Hysteria #regency #research #romance #suspense #weird #science #research e

Does her husband want Alethea dead?

I love the weird things my research throws up, and this makes me smile. Regency society was male dominated and women were supposed to lie back and think of England. Sex was purely for a man’s pleasure. Imagine the poor lady stuck with a heavy handed jerk who took his delight and left her needy.

While no one would admit to an unfilled sex-drive, it was perfectly respectable to have hysterics or go into a decline. So what’s a lusty woman to do? Well…us women are sneaky.

To quote Wikipedia
In Western medicine hysteria was considered both common and chronic among women. Even though it was categorized as a disease, hysteria's symptoms were synonymous with normal functioning female sexuality.[1] Women considered to have it exhibited a wide array of symptoms, including faintness, nervousness, sexual desireinsomnia, fluid retention, heaviness in the abdomen, shortness of breath, irritability, loss of appetite for food or sex, and a "tendency to cause trouble".[1]

Doctors recommended various curse, horse-back riding among them. Maybe the poor, frustrated women should have been masturbating, but that was considered self-abuse. After putting their heads together, doctors decided women incapable of sexual feelings.

The most reliable cure is startling, but was socially acceptable. Doctors or midwives coated their fingers in vegetable oil then sank them inside the stricken female. Simultaneously, they pressed the heel of their hand down on a woman’s clit.

Once the woman orgasmed—or had a paroxysmthey were cured of their malaise. Imagine a doctor making house calls and getting paid to bring his patient off. So popular was this cure that doctors bought dildoes to use on their patients and save their aching fingers.

Unbelievable – but true.

Publisher’s Blurb

Going about her mundane life in a small fishing village, Alethea never dreamed she would end up with a man like the Earl of Deanswood, yet when she caught the handsome gentleman's eye he wasted no time in making her his wife. Unbeknownst to Alethea, however, her conniving mother has convinced Deanswood that she has no interest in the marital bed. Devastated by his seeming disinterest, Alethea searches for someone to instruct her in the ways of enticing a man.

When a friend informs Deanswood of Alethea's plans, he decides to train his new bride himself. Soon enough, Alethea finds herself naked, blindfolded, and helplessly bound as she is thoroughly spanked and then brought to one blushing, quivering climax after another. But when Alethea's life is threatened by her mother's vicious scheming, can Deanswood protect his innocent bride?

Publisher's Note:
 His Innocent Bride is a stand-alone novel which shares the Regency-era setting of Wickedly Used. It includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don't buy this book.

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Saturday, 18 August 2018

His Innocent Bride -#spotlight #Regency #Spanking #Romance #mystery #HEA

Consummating her marriage shouldn't be so hard 

Consummating her marriage shouldn’t be so hard.

Raised in a dour religious sect, Alethea Allerton dreams of dancing, laughter, and love. She fell for the Earl of Deanswood within five minutes of meeting him. They married by special licence a week later, but he’d rather spend time with his mistress than bed his wife. Alethea has no idea how to seduce her husband.

Desperate, she visits a house of ill-repute and hires a tutor. He agrees to meet all the costs as long as she remains blindfold throughout their lessons.

The Earl of Deanswood, a Waterloo  veteran, wed Alethea to father an heir. He steps in as her tutor but he teaches her as much about spanking as sex. 

Alethea survives an attempt on her life. Circumstances implicate Deanswood, and terrified, she flees London. He pursues her, and when he kisses her, she recognises the touch and taste of him. She’s hurt and humiliated by his deception.
Deanswood sets out to win back her trust. Along the way, he teaches her about ropes, spectators in the bedroom, submission, and sex toys. Only one thing mars their happiness. 

Someone wants Alethea dead.

Buy links

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Amazon UK                           https://amzn.to/2OO3nYN

Amazon Canada                  https://amzn.to/2vRZWcw

Quick Q & A

1  Give us an insight into your main character. What does he/she do that is so special?

His Innocent Bride's heroine, Lady Alethea grew up in a remote fishing village on the Kent coast. A strict religious sect holds sway there. They disapprove of everything - singing, dancing, laughing. Even smiling is a sin. Alethea dreams of a happy future not one sent peddling fish. When James, Earl of Deanswood drives his yellow phaeton into the village, he reminds her of the Greek God Apollo driving his flaming chariot across the sky. Not that she can admit to knowing Greek Myths in her village. She gives her heart in an instant, but although Deanswood marries her within a week, he doesn’t do the same.
 2. Tell us about your hero.
His Innocent Bride's hero, James, Earl of Deanswood never expected to inherit the title. His father and older brother died the day the battle of Waterloo started. Deanswood enlisted as a boy soldier and eventually attained the rank of major. He sold out when he learned of his father’s death. Although it’s never officially stated in the book, he suffers from PTSD.
 3. What genre are your books?
I write romance. Any sort. Paranormal or contemporary. His Innocent Bride is my second Regency Romance.

4. What draws you to this genre?

I write the books I like to read. There’s always a strong plot, with lots of adventure. Then there’s the sex - the hotter the better. 
My pet hate is cliff hangers. Even the books in my series can be read as stand-alone romances. Add in that I’m a sucker for a happy-ever-after, and you’ve got my writing style.

5. What is your favorite motivational phrase.

It’s one of Mohamed Ali’s catchphrases. “If my head can conceive it and my heart can believe it, then I can achieve it.”

6. Tell us about your writing process and the way you brainstorm story ideas.

Brainstorm? It’s more like batter them to death with a hammer. I start with a random scene in my head and work out how people got there. Sometimes that one scene doesn’t even make it into the story. Once I’ve got the first draft finished, I edit, and edit, and edit. The first readthrough is to check the plot works. The next two are to polish the words. After that, I print it out and read it again. Words look different on paper. Next, I read it out loud. Then, and only then, do I Iet my husband read it. Not that he’s a romance fan, but I’m dyslexic. He sees things I don’t.
After all that, my editor still makes changes.

More about Kryssie Fortune.

Kryssie reads everything and anything, from literary fiction to sizzling romance. Her earliest memory is going to the library with her mother. She can’t have been more than two at the time. Reading, especially when a book’s hot and explicit, is more than a guilty pleasure. It’s an obsession.
Kryssie loves to visit historic sites, from Hadrian’s wall to Regency Bath. The first book she fell in love with was Georgette Heyer’s The Unkown Ajax. After that, she devoured every regency book she could. After a while, they went out of fashion, but part of Kryssie’s psyche lives in in in Regency London. She longs to dance quadrilles and flirt behind fans. Of course, Kryssie’s heroines do far more than flirt.
Kryssie lives in Bridlington on the Yorkshire coast –about thirty miles from Whitby, where Bram Stoker wrote Dracula. She enjoys gardening, travel, and socializing with her author friends. You’d be surprised how many erotic romance authors live in the North of England. 

Thursday, 16 August 2018

Ghost of a chance - Redclaw Security Book 2 - McKenna Dean - #wolf #shifter #paranormal #romance #Giveaway

Ghost of a Chance 
Redclaw Security Book 2
by McKenna Dean

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About Ghost of a Chance by McKenna Dean:

At sixteen, Sarah Atwell walked away from her love of horses and a promising career as a competitive rider after discovering she’d inherited the family curse. Years later, her grandmother stunned everyone by leaving Sarah her horse farm—worth millions—but with conditions Sarah might not be able to meet.

A former Redclaw agent, Casey Barnes retired when a security assignment went bad, killing his partner and leaving him as a partial amputee. His inner wolf is in hiding. He’s been living quietly as a horse trainer, but June Atwell’s death now pits him against her granddaughter for rights to the stable.

With both of them snowed in at the farm, a series of increasingly serious accidents draws Sarah and Casey closer together, but they both harbor secrets that might tear them apart.

Ghost of a Chance is a paranormal romance story.

Amazon Buy Link: https://amzn.to/2nbVC33


For some reason, he glanced back at Sarah where she waited by the door. The backlight of falling snow through the glass in the shadowed hallway created the suggestion of a black-and-white photograph. The only spot of color was the bright red scarf at the collar of her coat and the wine-dark lipstick she wore. She leaned against the wall with her eyes closed. Something inside him clicked, as though recognizing a scene from a movie. His heart stopped a beat, flipped over, and thudded again with increased intensity.

No. It couldn’t be. Not her.

He hurried away, head still reeling at his reaction.

When he returned with an armload of clothing, she was nowhere to be seen. Her laptop sat by her shoes, one pretty little pump turned over on its side. As expected, he discovered her in the living room, staring at the pictures on the wall. “There you are.”

She jumped at the sound of his voice.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you.” He adjusted the heap of clothing piled over one arm and held out a pair of snow boots.

“She had so many photographs of me.” Sarah took the boots almost automatically, and indicated the walls covered with pictures, ones Casey had seen many times.

That had to be it. Why she felt so familiar. Why she seemed to be the one. Relief washed over him. Obviously he’d spent too much time alone if he thought Sarah Atwell was his destined mate.

The Panther’s Lost Princess
Redclaw Security Book 1
Amazon Buy Link: https://amzn.to/2LSf9UL

About McKenna Dean:

McKenna Dean has been an actress, a vet tech, a singer, a teacher, a biologist, and a dog trainer. She’s worked in a genetics lab, at the stockyard, behind the scenes as a props manager, and at a pizza parlor slinging dough. Finally she realized all these jobs were just a preparation for what she really wanted to be: a writer.

She lives on a small farm in North Carolina with her family, as well as the assorted dogs, cats, and various livestock.

She likes putting her characters in hot water to see how strong they are. Like tea bags, only sexier.

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Tuesday, 14 August 2018

Caged and Abandoned #adventure #romance #military #excerpt #laborday #MFRWHooks -

Sunlight dazzled Kathryn, and she shielded her eyes with her hands. When the spots cleared from her vision, she saw Jack standing to one side, his gun aimed at her.
Farlaise opened the door of the dog cage Luke had somehow screwed himself into. “Out. Now. Any trouble, and Jack shoots the girl.”

Luke struggled out of the cage, but he needed to clutch the van door to stay upright. Kathryn realized he must be riddled with cramps. She breathed deeply, telling herself to stay strong whatever happened, but if they shot Luke, she’d find a way to hurt them. Badly. Terminally, maybe.

Farlaise stood well back, waiting until Luke could stand unaided. “Pick up the woman’s cage and carry it inside.”

Blinking, Luke stared inside the concrete-lined grain store. Inside the cage, Kathryn whimpered. With no windows and plain concrete walls, the abandoned store reminded her of a tomb. A miniature dump truck stood off to the right—a motorized hopper solid enough to withstand the abuse of building sites—but half the engine was missing. She hoped the pile of moldering cardboard boxes at the back didn’t house rats. She hated rats. They’d be the straw that broke her. Not true. She felt broken already.

Luke stepped toward her cage. “Brace yourself, sweetheart. I promise not to drop you.”

He bent his knees and wrapped his arms around the sides of Kathryn’s cage. She tried to spread her arms to each side, but there wasn’t enough room. Clearly, Luke found the cage awkward rather than heavy. He staggered slightly but kept the cage steady.

No one ever came to Foster’s Mill anymore. The musty storage space beneath the house looked like it would withstand a world war, not just hold them captive. Stifling a sob, Kathryn felt as hollow as the grain store. No one would ever find them here.

A light bulb dangled drunkenly from a wire overhead. The only way out was through the metal doors, but once Farlaise closed them, it would be like being locked in a giant grave.
Jack’s smile turned cold. “Put her down there and step away. That’s it. Now, fetch the other cage. Try anything, and I put a bullet in her foot.”

Tears blurred Kathryn’s vision, but she tried to study her soon-to-be prison. At least she noted the position of the light switch on the wall. Fingers crossed, she prayed Farlaise didn’t shut off the power.

Luke returned with the empty cage, and although he waited for the next instruction, he already knew where this was headed.

Farlaise’s laugh dripped menace. “I’m happy for Jack to shoot your lady friend. In fact I’ll insist on it unless you screw yourself back in that cage.”

Luke gave him a cold stare, but he twisted his body back inside that tiny cage.
Farlaise laughed again. “Right, Kathryn Johnson, if you won’t tell me where my money is, you better hope your boss pays me back, with interest of course. You can survive in here for months. The previous owner was a prepper. If you ever figure out how to get at it, you’ll find most of the stuff’s past its sell-by date.”

Jack’s grin was malevolence and evil. “And we removed the weapons. You better hope someone pays the ransom before the food runs out. If I were you, I’d leave the bitch to starve in her cage.”

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Luke Roberts, a former army mechanic, has a new sub. She's shy and inexperienced, but willing. As he teaches her about sensation play, she fears he'll really hurt her and screams her safewords at him. Her reaction causes Luke to have a flashback. Although he's clawing his way back to normal, he suffers from PTSD. Determined to get well, he contacts a PTSD specialist in Westhorpe Ridge.

Kathryn Johnson has visited a BDSM club three times. When she hooks up with Luke Roberts, he unintentionally terrifies her. She swears off spankings and goes home to Westhorpe Ridge. The last person she expects to see there is Luke Roberts.

Circumstances force them to share an apartment. Can Luke protect her when danger threatens? Or is she just a temporary sub in residence?

This post is part of the Marketing For Romance Book Hooks Blog. 
Please take a moment to read the excerpts other authors have shared. 

Tuesday, 7 August 2018

Carjacked or Kidnapped? #LabourDay #MFRWHooks #romance

Today's hook comes from Submission, Secrets, and the Soldier. 

It's Number four in a series of stand-alone stories, all set in Westhorpe Ridge, and all featuring former service men.

It features a Dom with PTSD, a heroine who's too eager to please, and the most romantic Labor Day parade ever.

Excerpt from Submission, Secrets, and the Soldier

Kathryn paled and stared at the gun. Her brow furrowed in confusion. He wasn’t hurt at all. This crash was a setup to stop passing cars. Carjack them, maybe, but he’d need an accomplice for that. Her brain worked overtime, but her body froze. How did I end up looking down the wrong end of gun? I only stopped to help. She was on the back road to nowhere. If he shot her, nobody would find her body for weeks.

Kathryn felt rooted to the spot. “I haven’t anything valuable with me, but my keys are in the car’s ignition. Take it and let me go. Please.”
He lifted his free hand and backhanded her cheek. “One more word, and I’ll pull the trigger.”

The slap caught her off guard, snapping her head to the right and making her squeal. Off balance, she toppled sideways and sprawled on the road.
Luke roared and shot toward them, but the supposed accident victim pointed his gun at Kathryn’s head. “Bring it on, pal, and watch me put a bullet in her brain.”

Luke froze and lifted his hands, one on either side of his head. “Okay. Okay. I won’t give you any trouble. What do you want?”

The gunman stood slowly. A cold grin spread over his face as he pulled Kathryn to her feet and held the gun against her temple. “I don’t want nothing, but Mr. Farlaise wants his pound of flesh. She’s valuable, but you’re collateral damage. One false move, and you’re dead.”

Farlaise? Kathryn shook her head. Farlaise had gone on the run, or so Sean said. She’d thought the property developer had headed off to Mexico. Instead, he’d hid out in North Carolina. Her brain felt like cotton candy. Fear chilled her blood, but being held at gunpoint addled her wits. Nothing made sense. Why had this thug come after her? Who’d used Farlaise’s ticket on American Airlines flight? A trusted employee, perhaps? And what did Farlaise want with her?

Surely, he knew by now that she didn’t have his money. How could she be of value? Nonentity, remember. Even Smithson, Westhorpe, and Walters’s accountant had tossed her to the wolves when he insisted Farlaise’s missing cash was nothing to do with the law firm.

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Amazon Canada  https://amzn.to/2OSrK8e

Amazon Australia  https://amzn.to/2M2Faki




Luke Roberts, a former army mechanic, has a new sub. She's shy and inexperienced, but willing. As he teaches her about sensation play, she fears he'll really hurt her and screams her safewords at him. Her reaction causes Luke to have a flashback. Although he's clawing his way back to normal, he suffers from PTSD. Determined to get well, he contacts a PTSD specialist in Westhorpe Ridge.

Kathryn Johnson has visited a BDSM club three times. When she hooks up with Luke Roberts, he unintentionally terrifies her. She swears off spankings and goes home to Westhorpe Ridge. The last person she expects to see there is Luke Roberts.

Circumstances force them to share an apartment. Can Luke protect her when danger threatens? Or is she just a temporary sub in residence?

Please take a moment to visit the other authors sharing excerpts as part of the MFRW Bookhooks blog hop. 

Friday, 3 August 2018

Trusting Ingrid by Libby Campbell #feisty #broken #secondchance #alphahero #erotica

Trusting Ingrid (Romancing The Coast Book 3) by [Campbell, Libby]

Ingrid is broken. Lachlan is sure he can fix her.


Ingrid Nickel doesn’t want to go into rehab. Again. She tried it once but it didn’t work.
When she meets Lachlan Morrison, the connection is electric. She sees a handsome man, directing and challenging, who won’t be intimidated by a powerful woman like her. He sees a woman whose bluster and sarcasm is a cover for something deep inside her that is badly broken.
The daughter of a grifter, Ingrid has grown up street-wise and lawless. Lachlan has rescued more than one creature whose bark was worse than its bite.
Will his stern, loving magic work on Ingrid?

Publishers note: Although loosely part of a series, this spicy romance can be read as a stand alone story. It includes scenes of domestic discipline and power exchanges.

Ingrid soon learns that big girls do cry, especially when they have very sore bottoms.

Buy link: Amazon

Ingrid is going to have to get used to falling into Lachlan’s loving arms.


"Are you willing to submit to me physically, to accept my discipline, until you develop more of your own?”
Ingrid rubbed her hands on her jeans, trying to act indifferent. She shrugged. “Sure. Nothing to lose.”
“Curb your enthusiasm.” Lachlan stood in front of her.
From where she sat, he looked skyscraper tall, making her feel like a speck in his shadow.
Lachlan held out his hand. “Let’s get started.”
Ingrid rose to her feet. “Here?” she looked around the living room, her face knit with worry.
“Why not? There’s no one home. The blinds are closed. This gives us lots of space to play in and I find a roaring fire can be helpful in these situations.”
“All will be revealed,” Lachlan said, pulling her into his arms to hold her tight. His hands roamed from the top of her spine down to her buttocks and thighs. He squeezed her bottom, caressed her waist and massaged her shoulders, as though he were memorizing every inch of her body by touch.
Ingrid wrapped her arms around his neck, weaving her fingers through his hair.
He kissed her collarbone then lifted his head and kissed her ear, his soft breath heating her in dark tangled places.
When his lips met hers, she was ready, her mouth slightly open. Their tongues danced. She drank from him and he from her. Their moaning voices joined. For a tumbling, crazed moment, it was as though they were a single, heaving beast.
Without warning, Lachlan pulled away. Taking Ingrid by the shoulders, he spun her around, so she was facing the fire. He stood behind her, his body molding against hers. With one hand under her breasts, holding her close, he flattened his other hand on her abdomen, pressing her to him. The rigid muscle of his hard on rubbed against her bottom cheeks.
“Do you like the warmth of the fire?” he asked.
“Yes,” she whispered. The bittersweet smell of the burning cedar log was intoxicating. She inhaled deeply.
“There is a reason the hearth is raised. Do you have any idea why that might be?”
“To make it easier to set a fire?”
“Partly. You’re about to see the other reason. Are you ready for your punishment?”
“Maybe.” Her bark of laughter quivered with nervousness. “I’m as ready as I’ll ever be.”
“I’m going to spank you tonight. That much you’ve figured out already, right?”
She nodded hesitantly.
“What you may not realize is that I consider your problems, your bad behaviors, to be long term, entrenched habits that can only be broken and rebuilt over a period of time, with regular and consistent correction.”
Ingrid froze. “Period of time? What does that mean? What is consistent correction?”
“The initial period will be a month. That’s how long I’m off the board and how long Glyn and Rachel are away. For the next month you will be spanked at least once a day.”
Ingrid gasped. “No!”
“Yes” Lachlan kissed her neck.
With his warm lips caressing her skin, her determination to resist him weakened. She protested feebly, “That’s too much.”
“It’s barely a start, considering some of the things you’ve done. The spankings aren’t the only important thing. Far more important is your submission. That will tell me that you know you need to change, that you consent to my direction for the process.”
“At least once a day?” She hated the timidity in her voice.
“Once a day to pay for old sins. More than that for new offences. You’re lucky. Today you’re only going to be punished for today’s wrongdoing.”

Ingrid has skated on the edge of the law for so long, she’s always expected to have it with a judge or prison warden.

Don’t miss these other great books from Libby Campbell and Blushing Books:

The Romancing the Coast Series
Seeing Ronnie.(Book 1)
Holding Cynthia (Book 2)

A Time For Will

Simon in Charge – 3 book boxset

More about Libby Campbell:

Libby Campbell’s stories celebrate romance with a spicy power exchange. Her women are strong and challenge the powerful men who love them.
Libby has lived all over Canada, but the best decision of her life was when she moved to Australia to marry her leading man. After many years there, they moved back to the Pacific Northwest. They now live in a leafy neighborhood close to the sea.
Libby’s passions are reading and writing. She also loves hiking and an occasional night of dancing.

Connect with Libby Campbell on social media:

Visit her website and blog here: Libby Campbell
Find her on Facebook – https://www.facebook.com/Libby-Campbell-849543415164235/
Follow her on Twitter: @LibbyC26
Visit her Amazon author page: http://www.amazon.com/Libby-Campbell/e/B01B75CENW
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Author Q&A, 

Where did Ingrid come from?

Those who have read the Simon in Charge series may remember her as the realtor who sold Simon and Sadie their Vancouver mansion. When she waltzed into that book, sassy and confronting, I had to know more about her. The only way to do that was to write her story.

Was there a particular reason to choose the subject of addiction?

It seemed clear to me from Ingrid’s behaviour in Sadie Says I Do, that she had some deep problems, definitely some that involved alcohol. Plus so many families these days have been touched by the destructive force of substance abuse, I wanted to tell at least one such story with a happy ending.

Ingrid is a lawless sort of character. Is she based on your own experiences?

You mean have I ever broken the law? Hm. I plead the 5th. Can a Canadian do that?

I remember my first speeding ticket though. I was driving home from a friend’s late at night. Dolly Parton’s Joelene, one of my favorite songs, was playing on the radio. The car behind me was driving really close so I sped up. The faster I went, the faster that car went. Right until they put on their lights and sirens.

As to any other breaches of the law, I’m taking the advice of the late, great Ingrid Bergman and reminding myself that happiness is good health and a bad memory.

Any comments on the title?

Like all the books in this series, it’s meant to have a number of interpretations. Ingrid has to trust herself. Lachlan has to trust her. Ingrid has to learn to trust Lachlan, to trust other people. She’s been a lone wolf her entire life until she meets Lachlan. What he wants from her is a big ask.

We see a lot of what makes your female leads clench. What makes you clench?

Easy – the Leading Man. His voice. His laugh. Looking at his hands when we’re in public and thinking about what they do to me in private. A whispered word to me in public. After all these years, I still like his Australian accent and his often unusual turn of phrase.

But I’m not blind. When a gracious, well-mannered man pays attention to me, I still feel a flirtatious rush, a physical thrill. But it stops there. Attractive R/L men are like the hot male protagonists in a sexy book: things to enjoy in the imagination.

What was your first kiss like?

Disappointing! I was 15 at a Christmas party. Someone had hung mistletoe over the stereo. I forgot it was there and went to adjust the volume of the music. A guy I didn’t like at all came over, wrapped me in a bear hug and kissed me. I remember thinking, ‘Well that’s ruined then. That is now and forever my first kiss.’

At that age, everything was very dramatic to me. I realize now that one disappointment doesn’t spoil what life brings next.

What was your best kiss?

That’s easy: on our first date my husband threated to spank me. That threat made me flush with desire down to my toes, although I tried to act cool.

When we were walking home after that dinner, I was primed and ready for him. He’s a strong lead on the dance floor and as we walked through a park, spun me into his arms and kissed me. I never wanted it to end. So far it hasn’t.

Tuesday, 31 July 2018

Husband Needed - Apply Here #MFRWHooks #small town #contemporary #romance

Need a husband?
If you feel you have nothing to offer, that you're plain and uninspiring, who do you call?
No, not Ghost Busters.
Try your local newpaper's personal column. 

Please enjoy this week's book hook and take a moment to read the other authors participation in the bloghop using the link below

 Abigail never cried, except when she submitted to a Dom’s discipline. Tonight, she fled the club in tears. The drive back to her motel room seemed endless. Shuffling in her seat, she tried to ease the throbbing in her ass. And why the hell are all the traffic lights red?

Finally, she pulled into the parking lot. Tomorrow, she’d face the ninety-mile drive home, but for now she wallowed in her misery. She hadn’t even told Adam, her older brother, about the letter yet, but he’d go ballistic when he heard the terms of their great-aunt’s will. 

She’d booked a Skype call for Sunday, and she’d try to stay calm when she told him the conditions. He’d hate them, of course, but he could only inherit Montgomery Hall if they and the second cousin they hadn’t known existed all married within a year.

There were so many problems with that. First, although she loved her small-town life, the lack of local Doms she could trust with her need for submission was a problem. All things considered, there weren’t any single men she’d date, let alone wed. Adam couldn’t come home until Easter, which left him seven months to find a bride. He hadn’t dated seriously for years, not since something went wrong between him and Mandy at their graduation ball.

Finding a husband topped Abigail’s to-do list, closely followed by tracking down her mysterious cousin. The lawyers had promised to search for her, but if they failed, the hall would be sold to the highest bidder. Its cliff-top position and acres of land meant developers would flock to it like jackals.

Deciding she could only deal with one problem at a time, Abigail had arrived in Polka Springs City with a plan. Her first thought had been to join a dating website, but someone might see. Next, she’d planned to register with a dating agency, but to her way of thinking, it smacked of desperation. Of course, that was exactly what her Great-Aunt Edith’s will had made her.

Once Abigail had scurried into her motel room, she’d pulled out a pad and listed the things to make her desirable to a man. Damn it, I’m not sexy or stunning, and Adam says my fashion sense sucks. If she joined a dating agency far enough from Westhorpe Ridge, no one would ever know she’d been frantically trying to find a husband, she hoped. 

Only, it could take forever.

Even computer assisted, she might never meet a prospective partner. Having limited options was the pits, especially since everyone missed out if she failed to find a prospective bridegroom. She felt more trapped now than when Master Jay had tied her legs wide open in a frog position.
Her quickest way forward—advertise for a husband.

 Ashamed she’d stooped so low, she felt underhand and seedy as she sought the right words to ensure everyone’s future. Husband wanted read too stark. Well-paid job vacancy could mean anything. Finally, she decided on Two-year exclusive contract for the right man. Must be without ties or commitments. Initial retainer and outstanding remuneration paid once the contract ends.

She hoped it didn’t sound too sexist, but she couldn’t advertise for a woman, could she?

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Abigail Montgomery, a small-town schoolteacher with zero self-confidence, dreams of the Dickensian Christmas her family never enjoyed. Each month she attends a masked BDSM club, but her next visit will be her last. If she doesn’t marry within the next year, her brother won’t inherit Montgomery Hall. Desperate, she advertises for a husband.

Jared Armstrong, a former Marine sharpshooter and occasional Dom, needs $125,000 to get his family out of a hole. His solution--to marry Abigail Montgomery for her money. His only regret is his wife won’t accept his spanking lifestyle.

Soon, Abigail dreams of making their marriage real, but she promised Jared a divorce two years after their wedding. Can they share some Christmas magic as their relationship faces extortion threats, a kidnapping, and an attempted murder? Or will Jared walk away and break her heart?