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. 

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Excerpt

 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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Blurb

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?

Bound To Submit, Book 4, Miami Masters by BJ Wane #eroticromance #BDSM #spanking

Miles vowed to protect her, but will the secrets of their

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How far will he go to keep her safe?

Blurb:

Hope Wallace left Atlanta after being betrayed by her family and friends in the worst way. Now, running a homeless shelter in downtown Miami, she was finally doing what she wanted with her life and working at putting the past behind her.  The only thing marring her happiness was the constant desire to explore the BDSM lifestyle her new friends enjoyed so much. She had tried that once, and it led to disaster and losing everything, but the urges kept pulling at her until she finally succumbed and braved going to a club.

Miles Cavenaugh fell for Hope the minute he saw her bruised face and determination to protect a friend and resident at her shelter.  His violent childhood kept him from forming relationships, his fear of losing his temper if he came across someone harming an innocent woman or child made him anti-social and preferring to stick with his close friends for companionship.  But when he hears Hope is at a local BDSM club while there is a serial abuser of submissives making the rounds in Florida, he rushes to ensure she stays safe.

Unable to continue keeping each other at arm’s length, Miles and Hope agree to a short-term affair where he’ll introduce her to the lifestyle she craved until she got her interest out of her system.  But an unknown person is determined that Hope not find the happiness that has eluded her for so long and both Miles and her may have waited too long to come clean with each other about their pasts.  

Teaching her to give up control will almost rob him of his own.

Excerpt

Holding his hand out, Miles helped her up yet again, taking the pugil stick from her and dropping it to the mat as he said, “You caught on quick, Hope, but that doesn’t mean I’ll slide on your punishment.”

Both her buttocks and her pussy clenched at the word ‘punishment’ and a frisson of excitement danced under her skin when her mind took her back to another place, another Dom and her first taste of erotic pain.  “But…” she cast a quick look around the small gym then at the door. “Here?”

With a low laugh that set off a flutter of butterflies in Hope’s abdomen, Miles spun her around, swiped both feet out from under her with one leg and kept one arm braced around her middle as he lowered her on top of the large padded pole.  “Here, and now,” he whispered in her ear as he adjusted her hips over the pugil, leaving her butt propped up. “Stay where I put you.” Swiping a hand over her buttocks, he squeezed one cheek. “We didn’t discuss a safe word last week because that was fun, I didn’t intend any punishment that time.  For now, we’ll stick with the standard red for stopping everything; green, you’re good to continue and yellow for you’re unsure.”

Hope was familiar with the stoplight cues due to Sandie and Krista sharing a few of their scenes whenever they got together.  With a hard tug, Miles yanked her gi pants down to her thighs followed by her panties. As her butt became exposed to the cool air-conditioning, and embarrassment over the ignominious position he placed her in gave way to excitement, she prayed she could remember even those simple instructions.  

“Put your arms behind your back and grip your hands together,” Miles instructed as he caressed his palm over the smooth, soft skin of her lush ass.  Propped up on his side next to her, he enjoyed the view of plump, lily-white buttocks elevated for his enjoyment. “Good girl,” he praised her when she obeyed without question.  “You’ve got a world-class ass, Hope. I’m envisioning all kinds of things I’d like to do with it. Tell me about your one experience in a club.”

With one side of her face pressed against the mat, the one eye he could see widened in surprise.  “Why?”

He swatted her ass, hard enough to jiggle the round globe.  “Don’t question my demands.”

Small, white teeth sunk into her plump lower lip before she replied.  “I went to a club with some friends, just out of curiosity. Accepting a dare, I landed over a Dom’s lap.  That’s all, not much to it. We left right afterward.”

“Then why did you tell me last week it ended badly?” He caressed the warm, red handprint his smack left behind and watched pleasure dilate her eyes.  That quick, unguarded response was every Dom’s wet dream. Too bad this was a punishment scene.

AUTHOR BIO:

I live in the Midwest with my husband and our two dogs.  I love dogs, enjoy spending time with my daughter, babysitting dogs and kids, reading and working puzzles.  We have traveled extensively throughout the states, Canada and just once overseas, but I now much prefer being homebody.  I worked for a while writing articles for a local magazine but soon found my interest in writing for myself peaking. My first book was strictly spanking erotica, but I slowly evolved to writing erotic spanking romance with a touch of suspense.  My favorite genre to read is suspense.

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Abigail Needs a Hero #MFRWhooks #contemporary #romance

Will he love her or leave her?

Hello Book Hook fans. 

I've been AWOL for a while, but today I'm sharing a snippet from my book Marriage, Mobsters, and the Marine.

I always fall in love with my heroes, but Jared - 

ed, the former Marine sniper from Marriage Mobsters, and the Marine - holds a special place in my heart.

Abigail's too, and if ever she needed a hero, it's now. 

Snippet

As she slipped on her coat, two men wearing black balaclavas burst through the door. She screamed, but everyone had left. No one heard. One man slapped her across her cheek. Her head shot back, and pain made her vision blur.

The man by the door glared at her through cold killer’s eyes. “Make another sound, and he’ll really hurt you.”

The one who’d hit her—the minion—shoved a gag in her mouth, pulled a hood over her head, and tied her hands behind her. Paralyzed by fear, she let him. As every second ticked off on the classroom clock, she prayed the police would drive by. Maybe the deputies thought she’d left for the night, but surely they’d see her car in the parking lot.

Abigail’s head hurt, her heart raced, and her stomach churned. She’d never been so scared in her life. When this happened for real, it wasn’t fun—nothing like evenings spent at the BDSM club.

One of them threw her over his shoulder and carried her out into the cool midwinter air. Abigail shuddered, more from fear than the cold. They locked her in the car trunk and drove off. Cramped, cold, and hurting, she worked at the rope around her wrists, trying to get her hands free. These men had to work for the mobsters who wanted her money, and they’d already tried to kill her once.

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Blurb

Abigail Montgomery, a small-town schoolteacher with zero self-confidence, longs for the loving family she never had. 

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 military 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?

The stand-alone romance that starts my Heroes of Westhorpe Ridge Series

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The President's Wife by Seeley Kay #rafflecopter #giveaway #romance #lawyers

The President’s Wife 

by Seelie Kay

Seelie will be giving away  an ebook of The Garage Dweller to three lucky winners drawn via Rafflecopter. Please use the Rafflecopter below to enter. Remember there is a chance every day to enter to win. You may find all the tour locations here. 

About The President’s Wife: 
What happens when one of your best friends, the First Lady of the newly democratic Republic of Lodatia, appears to be an imposter? If you’re criminal defense attorney Julianna Constant, you pursue the truth like a rabid dog, then wage a battle to save your friend’s life.

When criminal defense attorney Julianna Constant travels to Washington, D.C. to join her former college roommate, Marella de la Aerelli, in celebrating her husband’s election as the first president of the newly democratic Republic of Lodatia, she is met with an unpleasant surprise. Her friend of almost 30 years not only looks unwell, she is cold and distant. After Julianna becomes convinced the woman is really an imposter, she attempts to expose the faux Marella by using a secret only she, Marella, and the sitting U.S. President share. In the process, Julianna helps to uncover an international conspiracy to seize control of the new country, using the president’s wife as a pawn in a dangerous and potentially deadly game. Will Marella be rescued before a coup takes place? Or will she become collateral damage in one tiny nation’s fight to be free?

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Excerpt:

The state dinner at the White House was in full swing. Waiters were busy delivering food and pouring wine, as guests ate and chatted with others seated at their tables.

Julianna picked at her dinner, some sort of beef dish with quirky vegetables, and continued to study Lodatian President Georges and Mrs. Marella de la Aerelli, as they chatted quietly with the U.S. president and his wife. Marella barely looked up from her plate, and conversation with her hosts appeared to be minimal. God, that is so not the Marella I know. She hasn’t even acknowledged me and I sent her an email informing her that I would be here.

Julianna set her fork down on her plate and nudged her husband, Little River, Wisconsin Police Chief David Manders. “Something’s wrong.” Julianna whispered. “Marella looks wrong. Maybe she’s just tired after the campaign, but she looks sick. Too thin and too pale. And she isn’t smiling. Marella is always smiling, even when she feels like shit. And she hasn’t even looked at me. Why is she ignoring me? Something is not right. I can feel it.”

David looked at his wife and tried to hide his smile. “Jules, you find a conspiracy behind every door these days,” he said quietly. He looked around to ensure that the other four couples seated at their table were otherwise engaged. “I vote for tired, no, make that exhausted. My God, five months ago, she was a farm wife in Lodatia, now she’s been thrust into the international spotlight as the wife of the President. That would exhaust anyone. I know if you ran for president, it would have a negative impact on me.”

Julianna smirked. “If I became President, sir, it would have a negative impact on both of us.”
David sighed and ran a hand through his short, silver hair. His piercing blue eyes gazed at his wife, his fondness apparent. “Well, instead of jumping to conclusions, let’s wait until the reception at the Lodatian Embassy. There are a lot of rules and protocols for visiting dignitaries. Maybe it just isn’t appropriate to buddy up to an old friend at a state dinner. Once you get up close and personal with Marella, you can get a better fix on things. That woman has been through the wringer, what with that opposition group trying to assassinate her husband not once, but twice. I imagine the stress of clinging to Lodatia’s newly formed democratic government is a kind of like hanging on to a cliff, knowing that if you fall, there will be no net to catch you. Cut her some slack and do not tell her she looks awful.”

About Seelie Kay:

Seelie Kay writes about lawyers in love, with a dash of kink.

Writing under a nom de plume, the former lawyer and journalist draws her stories from more than 30 years in the legal world. Seelie’s wicked pen has resulted in nine works of fiction, including the Kinky Briefs series, The Garage Dweller, A Touchdown to Remember, and The President’s Wife, as well as the romance anthology, Pieces of Us.

When not spinning her kinky tales, Seelie ghostwrites nonfiction for lawyers and other professionals. Currently she resides in a bucolic exurb outside Milwaukee, WI, where she shares a home with her son and enjoys opera, the Green Bay Packers, gourmet cooking, organic gardening, and an occasional bottle of red wine.

Seelie is an MS warrior and ruthlessly battles the disease on a daily basis. Her message to those diagnosed with MS: Never give up. You define MS, it does not define you!

Seelie can be reached at www.seeliekay.com, www.seeliekay.blogspot.com,  Twitter or Facebook.

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What was I thinking? #bookcover #learningcurve #romance #books

This year the rights to 12 of my books reverted to me. They were fully edited and ready to republish. I only had one problem. They all needed covers. No problem, I thought. I’ll just design them.

Oh dear.

I learned a new respect for cover artists. I dropped lucky with my Heroes of Westhorpe Ridge series. Sherry Soule of Swoonworthy Book Covers designed me these. She even customized them for me.

My two standalones were hard. I never loved the original cover for my book, Giving it up for the Gods. Doing my own would be easy, right?

Wrong.

It took me four weeks and a lot “could do better” from my friend Sandy Ebdel of Personal Touch Editing. I bought an image from Period Images, and here’s what I came up with. This one still makes me smile.

I had no idea what to do with the cover of One Knight Stand. I wanted the book to scream contemporary romance with a hero born in the time of the crusades. Again, my knight came from the reasonably priced Period Images. I bought a cover that I loved, and even had the designer write A Contemporary Romance on it. Loving it wasn’t enough. Finally, I put a call on Facebook, asking people what image sums up the current day. Most said a mobile phone or a tablet. I stepped in, but I’m no designer. One good friend has already told me she preferred the original.

That brought me to my Scattered Siblings. I bought my two favorite covers from Loose id before they closed their doors.

That left me needing three. I went back to Swoonworthy book covers for two of them.

Then there was my disaster.

What was I thinking

 Couldn’t have got To Break a Warrior King’s Curse’s  more wrong if I tried.  

I started with Mr Orange, but it was so bad, a complete stranger designed the second one for me. It was close to what I needed, but not quite right. I had a think and started with a picture of Whitby Abby – as seen in the final picture. Again I bought an image from period images.

This has been a steep learning curve and I have a new respect for cover designers.

Educating Jenny by PK Corey #spanking #romance

It was a blindfold, a simple blindfold, yet it seemed to change the whole atmosphere of the room.

Sales Blurb:

Cal’s young wife, Jenny, just wants to play house with her gorgeous, dominant husband, Sheriff
Cal Bennett of Beaufort County. Cal wants her to complete one more year of college before
choosing a path.  Although Jenny is tired of school, she bends to her husband’s wishes and goes off
to classes in a nearby city.  On their precious days together, Cal educates his beautiful girl to the
idea of sexual fantasies and bedroom toys, and here, Jenny is an eager student!

Jenny finds herself being stalked by a mysterious police officer who views every move she makes as
criminal. Everyone she cares about knows that what ensues is not Jenny’s doing, but she can’t keep
herself from giving in to some sweet revenge. Her plan starts out as a silly college girl prank,
but soon lands her on the wrong side of Cal’s law.

 If any of the guys found out about this, there would be an ass warming of epic proportions.

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Excerpt:

Cal loved that Jenny was honest with him, even when she knew it would get her in trouble. His
mind flashed back to a time she had lied to him early in their relationship and the spanking had
been significant. He’d used that incident to try to convince her that spanking could alter behavior.
She’d disagreed with him, ‘It wasn’t the spanking that keeps me from lying to you–it was the fact
that I felt like shit until I finally told you the truth. It wasn’t worth it,’ she’d insisted. And Cal had
realized that her explanation him feel even better.

Cal brought his mind back to the present. He couldn’t ignore her being at a party where people were
smoking. Because of his job, this was serious. It was why he’d made the rule. “You know you’re
getting a spanking, don’t you?”

“Duh! I knew that about ten seconds into your phone call this morning. Can we just get it over with?”

Cal nodded and took her hand. He led her to the bedroom and sat on the edge of the bed. Jenny stood
before him. She could tell Cal wasn’t really mad. He just felt that there had to be a follow through.
Her butterflies were more from a chance to be alone with her husband than from worrying about any
spanking. She stood still as Cal lowered her shorts and panties.

Positioning her over his lap, he repeated his rule, “I don’t mind you going to the occasional party,
you just have to leave if drugs come out. And I mean from pot to coke, anything.”

“I never go to any parties with anything worse than pot, and you know that,” Jenny told him
emphatically.

“Good,” Cal responded as he positioned her across his lap. Jenny was grateful he was only using
his hand and that he began with moderate swats. Her gratitude waned as his hand fell harder and
faster.

“Shit, Cal. Not so hard!” she demanded.

The next two swats were harder still and landed on her thighs. “Son of a bitch! Stop,” Jenny shouted.

Cal paused to make sure Jenny could hear him. “You keep up the cussing and this could last a while.
You made the decision to break the rules, you take the consequences. And I’m telling you, cussing
during a spanking is never going to be a good idea.”

She’d been the picture of defiance, but it didn’t last long with a hard hand on her ass.

Author Bio:

Meet PK Corey

After spending thirty-six years in two careers I liked just fine, I’ve finally found my dream career as
a writer. I’ve been happily married for thirty-five-years and my sweet husband has gotten used to the
unique experience of living with a writer. He is very encouraging and an excellent editor when he’s
pressed into service. 

 I’ve been intrigued by spanking stories since before I first saw Ricky spank Lucy. Stories of this
nature were hard to come by before the Internet and the ones I found were a little harsh on discipline
and very much lacking in love. So, I made up my own stories and enjoyed these in my head for
years. I finally began writing them down. Although the lovely women in my stories are spanked
often, the love between them and their men takes top priority.

 My Cassie’s Space series shows a mature couple who are deeply in love. Despite loving Cassie’s
free-spirited ways, Tom is determined to keep her safe, even if it takes a trip over his knee. And
with her friend Sue by her side and all they get into, a trip over his knee is very likely. My new
series, Cal’s Law, is about a younger couple. Though they come from very different backgrounds, love and discipline draw them together.

I love my husband, my kids, my cats, reading, writing and hearing from my readers.

You can contact me at pk.corey@yahoo.com

Other books by PK Corey:

Cassie’s Space Series

Cassie's Space (book one)   

Cassie's Tale (book two)                       

Cassie on the Move (book three)          

Cassie's River Living (book four)        

Cassie's Conflict (book five)

Cassie's Influence (book six)

Cassie's Ordeal (book seven)

Cassie Corralled (book eight)

Cassie's Road Trip (book nine)

Cassie's Life (book ten)

    Cal's Law Series

Cal's Law (book one)

Becoming Family (book two)

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