New Release - An Unexpected Nanny - by Constance Masters @constancefic

An Unexpected Nanny

by

Constance Masters

Release Date: 8/2/2017

Genre: adult romance, domestic discipline, spanking

Unexpected blessings sometimes come from very unexpected places at a time you least expect it.

Vi:

My childhood wasn’t the best. Luckily for me, my grandmother came to my rescue. She helped me through the hardest decision I’d ever made. Suddenly, that decision may be in jeopardy. I made a phone call to connect with a person affected by my decision, and an opportunity fell in my lap. One, that could put to rest my concerns, and offer endless possibilities. Who knew it would turn into something I thought would never happen to me?

Curtis:

I lost my wife to cancer and am struggling to raise my daughter alone. I’m a doctor and my schedule is hectic at best, I need a nanny that can make a connection with my daughter and care for her. I’ve fired a few nannies already, they were unable to put my daughter or myself at ease. I’m hoping the woman I’m going to interview will be our solution. Who knew we would connect with a spark of something more?

Publisher’s Note: This adult romance contains elements of domestic discipline and sensual scenes. If these offend you, please do not purchase.

         

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Vi took another guzzle of her wine. Shit, it would more than rock her world as well. Imagine if she ended up legitimately being Rose’s new mommy. “I don't know what to say.” Yes, please, she closed her eyes and held her breath as he took her glass and placed it on the table.

“Don’t say anything.”

She felt his hand on her leg first, then his breath as his lips brushed hers. So gentle and tentative but it stirred her more than all the teenage groping ever had. Vi opened her eyes and smiled which must have been all the go-ahead he needed because the next kiss was anything but gentle. He gathered her to him, his tongue expertly parting her only too willing lips. “Curtis,” she panted. A heavy pulse throbbed between her legs as his kisses deepened and she couldn’t help herself, any thought of bad ideas and caution was driven from her mind.

“We can’t do this here,” he said.

“My room,” she said.

He took her hand and led her as far as the stairs before lifting her and tossing her over his shoulder while he took the stairs two at a time.

She slid her hand between his t-shirt and shorts, her fingers gliding over his naked back. “Nice ass,” she said with a giggle.

“So is yours,” he said, spanking her a few times, a lot harder than the smack from earlier that afternoon.

Vi clamped her legs together, her skirt had hiked up and she was positive Curtis would see the evidence of her desire leaking through her panties. Panic flooded through her, why she wasn’t sure, because of all the things she should feel panic about, wet panties should be about the least. “Put me down,” she hissed.

“Yes, ma’am,” he said before dumping her in the middle of her bed. “Don’t you move, I'm going to lock the door.”

    

Constance Masters is a wife, mother, grandmother, friend and author.

She writes romantic spanking fiction with the main emphasis on romance.

Constance has always been a sucker for reading romance and that reflects in her writing but she also likes to laugh. Her stories are full of love, laughter and family comedy. It's a lot like her life.

Blog Tour + #Giveaway Train's Clash by @Jamie_Begley [The Last Riders] @OnceUponAnAlpha

Beware of what you wish for; it might just come true.

Train swore never to let a woman get under his skin unless it meant forever, and forever only meant belonging to The Last Riders. He had believed his one brief sexual encounter with Killyama was a hit it and quit it. Instead, her green eyes haunted his memories. Then when he tried to convince the woman he was serious as his “more the merrier” lifestyle became a painful reminder of the life he lived, Killyama used his own club against him to keep him from what he wanted.

Killyama was holding out for a man who could offer her forever, and Train wasn’t the forever kind of man. He was a Mr. Here and Now; the wicked warrior in her dreams. He might be a walking, talking sex machine, but she needed more than that. So, until he proved she was the only one sharing his bed, the only part of her body he was going to see was her ass walking away.

*WARNING*
This work of fiction is intended for mature audiences only. All sexually active characters portrayed in this ebook are eighteen years of age or older. Please do not buy if strong sexual situations, multiple partners, violence, drugs, domestic discipline, and explicit language offends you.

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Train started to get up again. “Let’s go.”

“Whoa. Slow down, sailor. We need to settle the ground rules.”

“Rules?” Train’s brow furrowed. He knew it was too good to be true. Killyama never did anything easy.

“Rules. You shouldn’t have a problem with that. The Last Riders are big on rules, remember?”

“Tell me what they are, and I’ll decide.” He wasn’t about to let his dick and Killyama talk him into anything else that he would regret later.

“Protection. You use it with everyone.”

“That’s a given.”

“Even if they are giving you a blowjob,” she clarified.

“Have you lost your mind? I’m not putting a condom over my dick when a woman gives me a blowjob.” Shaking his head vehemently, he made himself stop when she gave him an unblinking stare.

“Then don’t expect me to go down on you without one.”

Train gritted his teeth. “It’s not like I would go to you right after being with another woman—”

“I’m giving you a choice. Either you can get all your blowjobs from other women, or my mouth is the only one that’s going to be sucking you off.” She shoved aside the bowl of nuts he had been nibbling on to push the nearly empty bowl of pretzels she had been eating toward him.

Train stood up without a word, going to the bar. “Give me a whiskey.”

“You never drink whiskey,” Mick commented, reaching for the bottle.

“Give me a double.” Train took out his wallet, paying for his drink before going back to the table where Killyama was leaning back in her chair, legs crossed at her ankles.

Train sat down, downing his shot. “Any of the women in the club will give a blowjob anytime I want, so you can scratch that.”

“Fine. I’m better. But if that’s what you want, it’s no skin off my nose.”

Reminding himself he didn’t hit women, he started to get up again, but Mick beat him to the punch, setting a bottle of whiskey on the table.

“You looked like you needed it.”

When he started to reach for his wallet, Mick shook his head. 

“Shade said it was on him.”

Shade was at Viper’s table. The brothers were amusing themselves by watching the show.

“Tell you what,” Killyama continued when Mick left. “I’ll give you one, and then you can decide. How’s that?”

Train reluctantly nodded. “You’re not going to go all psycho when I choose other women instead?”

“You won’t,” she replied confidently. “But no, I won’t go psycho.”

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Jamie Begley grew up in a very small, and a very rural town in Kentucky. Growing up poor was hard but she would go back if she could just to get that feeling of going to the corner and popping open a soda.

For now her days are spent writing, writing, and writing.

She would like all her fans to know one thing, “All my books are written for one purpose- the enjoyment others find in them, and the expectations of my fans that inspire me to give it my best.” 

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