Her Drill Sergeant Dom
By Katherine Deane
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Basic training is a killer—in more ways than one
He knows how to motivate her- and it’s not with push-ups
Find a killer, do a million push-ups, fall in love- typical day in the Army
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Basic training is a killer—in more ways than one.
USA Today bestselling author Katherine Deane brings you a romantic suspense that will leave you gasping.
Twenty-four year old journalist Smyth McCullen is following the trail of a killer, right onto Fort Hancock Army training center. After two murders of young women just out of basic, both under the same drill sergeant, Smyth knows she must join the Army to unravel the truth.
Little does she know that Basic is dangerous in more ways than one. Protecting her battle buddy, working through sixteen hours of grueling training a day, and following a potential bad guy, is nothing compared to falling for a dominant, undercover drill sergeant.
Hunter Jones is undercover, looking into the potential murders under Drill Sergeant Cage’s direction. He’s been through many deployments, both public, and some not so public. He’s interrogated bad guys, fallen behind enemy lines, and is prepared in every way to act as a drill sergeant and save another potential victim. What he’s not prepared for is the sexy, young strawberry blonde who is definitely not eighteen.
As their attraction grows, they march one step closer to the end of the session, and imminent danger. Can Smyth find the killer in time? Can Hunter protect the next target, especially if it’s Smyth?
Lovers of steamy romance, hot military heroes and plucky heroines will adore Katherine Deane’s hot new romantic suspense.
Her Drill Sergeant Dom is a fully written story with HEA and no cliffhangers.
Excerpts:
- (Naughty girls get spanked) PK
“So. Let me see if I can take a guess.” He walked back in front of her, and watched her gaze as she followed him. Her eyes were the most beautiful shade of green and hazel—they were even brighter right now. “You decided instead of getting some much needed sleep, that you would disobey the rules about activity after lights out. You took out your non-Army issued reading material, your flashlight, and snuck it into your bed. Is that right?”
She squeaked an un-intelligible murmur, and averted her gaze.
“You have been very naughty, Private McCullen. Tell me.” He leaned in closer and met her gaze. “What happens to naughty girls in the books you read?”
She sucked in a breath, and tensed her body, her eyes closed for a second as she shivered. “Oh God.”
“Tell me the truth. Please. What happens to naughty little girls who disobey in your stories?”
McCullen licked her lips and rocked back and forth before looking down the full length of his body. Her sudden inhale of breath preceded an awkward tilt of her pelvis when she saw his tented shorts. Her eyes met his, and she leaned in toward him, inhaling his scent. She broke contact first and looked at his chest. “I don’t know.”
“Do they get sent to bed without supper? Do they have to do extra work around the farm? How does the man punish his woman?” He shouldn't be doing this. Even if he had read the signs wrong, even if she wasn't who she said she was, it was completely irresponsible, not to mention a misuse of his authority. He should send her to bed right now.
“They get spanked,” she whispered and met his gaze again.
- (I’m going to spank you, and you’re going to love it.) BJW
“So my punishment is over?”
“Yes, it is. And you are forgiven. Did that kind of punishment work better than a spanking? Be honest.”
She wanted to grumble and lie and tell him no. But she chose to be frank, even if it did suck. “Yeah. It was horrible. I was embarrassed and angry and turned on with no relief in sight. And then you said all that stuff— it was all true—but it hurt to hear. I think your disappointment was the worst part of the punishment.”
“Thank you for your honesty. Now I know how to punish you in the future. And spankings are definitely on a different list.”
“But I’m still getting spanked today?” Her voice raised a few octaves with hopefulness.
“Hell yeah. I’m going to spank you so hard, you’ll feel it for the next week. And you’re going to love it.”
“Yes, sir.” She grinned. “Where do you want me?”
He sat down on the bed, and beckoned her toward him. “Over my lap, naughty little Private.”
- (Role Playing)
“Sara Warfield, you get your ass back over that bed now so I can whip you good and proper.”
“No woodshed, Seth?” She giggled and wiggled her ass, taunting him as she took her place.
“Oh baby, you have no idea the things I can do to you outside a woodshed. Spread your legs.”
She quickly obeyed and resumed character, her eyes flashing at him. “Well, it’s your fault the horses got away. You should have let me see that foal when I asked.” She stood up and placed her hands on her hips in a posture of pure defiance. “You’re not going to punish me for this. I won’t allow it. Damnit.” She added the swear word for good measure, and he had to fight not to grin at her.
“We’ll add a good mouth soaping after I blister your butt.” He shoved her face first down on the bed, and started spanking her with fast, hard swats with his hand.
“Ow, ow, ow!” She shrieked and tried to get out from under him, but he just pushed on the small of her back, and kept her pinned there.
“You better stop flailing your legs, young lady.” He gave her the hardest smack yet, and she swore at him again, while trying to wiggle away from him. “That’s enough hollering out of you.” He brought his hand down right between her legs and smacked her right in the center of her wet pussy, smacking her, but not as hard as his other swats had been.
She mewled and stilled below him, shocked.
“Hold still Sara. I’m going to spank you there again.” He spread her legs even further apart, and lifted her ass up.
“No, please not there. Seth. I’ll be good. I promise, I’ll hold still.”
“You’ll hold still for your belt whipping all right—after I spank your pussy.” He trailed his finger along the wet lips, amazed at the amount of arousal there. Yeah, she was loving this as much as he. “Now you hold still girl, and I’ll stop after two. Don’t you dare move.”
“Yes, Seth.” She trembled below him, fear and lust in her eyes, but a small grin she couldn’t seem to hide, even in character. She raised her bottom for him, and spread her legs.
- (Interrogated by her sexy drill sergeant) - KRB
“You should always lock your footlocker, McCullen. Now, should we continue talking about your delightfully kinky pleasure reading, or talk about the truth, and what I might have to do to get it out of you?” He was just standing there waiting for her to make up her mind, one leg lazily crossed against the other as he leaned against the wall, looking more like a bored drill sergeant rather than a practiced dom about to whip her ass. Heat built between her legs again.
Should she trust him with the truth? What if he was one of the bad guys, and was in league with Cage? How was she to know whom to trust? She would just have to suck it up. A little spanking and some extra PT wasn’t going to kill her. Granted, she would die of humiliation if Rose or someone else walked in and saw her. But Hunter seemed to be taking extra care to keep this moment between them private. When had she started calling him Hunter instead of Drill Sergeant? Oh yeah, probably the moment he whispered in her ear about whipping her ass, turning her into a complete puddle of lustful mush. A soft groan escaped her lips as she pictured herself calling him Drill Sergeant while he spanked her over and over.
“Are you okay?” He startled her from her musing.
“Yes, Drill Sergeant.”
“So, what’s it going to be, little girl? Truth or punishment followed by truth—and more punishment afterwards, because I don’t like saying things twice.” His features were a mask of neutrality as if he could care less either way.
*****
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About Katherine Deane
USA Today bestselling author Katherine Deane is a multi-published, top 100 romantic and BDSM author and romantic at heart. While she enjoys her life as a stay at home mom, married to the man of her dreams, she also loves fantasizing. She reads and writes in many different genres, but her favorites are: erotic romance, paranormal, fantasy, and science fiction. She blogs about her life as an everyday woman (and closet Spanko), and about her career as a published author.
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