Friday, 9 December 2016

A Badge That Means Courage, Integrity, and Initiative #Marines #romance #BDSM


Military Badges aren't just there for pretty. Every one has  powerful symbolism running through it. 
The Marine Corps badge is no different. 
They first used this badge in 1868. In 1955 it became their official emblem.

So, what is it? And what does it represent? 

The first bit’s easy. 
The eagle represents America, the country the Marines were formed to protect. The globe signifies the Marines’ worldwide presence.
The anchor is a reminder of the Marine Corps’ naval heritage.


Together, the three elements, the Eagle, the Globe, and the Anchor, stand for the Marines’ excellence on Air, Land, and Sea.

When I needed a hero who'd served in the forces, no wonder I chose a marine.


Abigail and Jared marry for mutual convenience, each unaware 
of the other’s B
DSM lifestyle.
Can love blossom despite extortion threats, kidnapping, and attempted murder?



There's also a free short story about one of my hero's missions available for download from my website 

Blurb for Marriage, Mobsters, and the Marine.
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 to $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.
Gradually, Abigail comes to dream 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 break her heart when he walks away?

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Thursday, 8 December 2016

Five Christmas Traditions I share with my family.


1.    Baking my Christmas cake in October and feeding it brandy every week until it’s time to ice it. (I bake it, but my husband decorates it.)

2.    Playing a CD  of Christmas Carols while I put up my Christmas tree.

3      Taking my grandkids to see Santa Clause. Last year, we went on a Santa Train. My grandson was almost the last one to get his gift. I’ve never seen a little boy so anxious, or so happy when he opened it and found a pull back and go car

4     Christmas dinner with all the trimmings. Even better, my son invites us around now so I don’t have to cook it.

5     Wrapping and opening presents. I’ll wrap anything, big or small and I make sure my family all have a sackful of gifts. I love watching their faces as they open everything. Sometime the smallest gift contains a hidden gem. Sometimes it’s a packet of sweeties.


Every family has Christmas rituals, but how would you feel if the stopped when you hit your teens.
That’s what happened to Abigail Montgomery when her father died. She yearned for a Dickensian Christmas with carol singers and mince pies. Instead, after her father died, her multi-millionaire Great-Aunt declared it a pagan tradition and banned it. Since Abigail’s mother needed the handouts from Edith, she went along with anything Edith demanded.
Together, they drained the self-confidence out of Abigail. As an adult, she still dreams of a perfect Christmas, but since she’d just entered into a marriage of convenience, her expectations are non-existent.
Can her new husband win her heart and bring some Christmas magic into her life?

Marriage, Mobsters, and the Marine,
Abigail and Jared marry for mutual convenience, each unaware of the other’s B
DSM lifestyle.
Can love blossom despite extortion threats, kidnapping, and attempted murder?

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 to $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.

Gradually, Abigail comes to dream 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 break her heart when he walks away?

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Wednesday, 7 December 2016

5 Facts about North Carolina - #book #am reading #romance


1    Havelock is home to the largest Marine air base - Cherry Point.

2    The famous pirate, Blackbeard, made his base in North Carolina.

3    The oldest state university in the United States is North Carolina Chapel Hill.

4     The drink Pepsi was invented in New Bern, North Carolina in 1898.

5      Noth Carolina's official beverage is milk.

I'm a Brit, so why my interest in North Carolina?

Maybe it was the football team. My son played in the British University's American Football League and won Lineman of the Year. We watched the NFL games together on Sky Sports. My husband supported the Redskins, but my loyalty lay with the Carolina Panthers.

When I needed to set a book in the United States, North Carolina with its beautiful beaches and mountains was my first choice.


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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 to $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.

Gradually, Abigail comes to dream 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 break her heart when he walks away?


Excerpt

Jared showered quickly, wanting to impress his future boss. He’d expected the advert to be from a security firm or even a mercenary-recruiting company, not an embarrassed woman who could barely string a sentence together. He could follow orders, no matter who issued them. The Marines had taught him that, along with a dozen ways to take out his enemies, but he preferred to be his own boss. 

When he looked in the mirror, he didn’t like what he saw. He’d worked all week with barely a break trying to get ahead on his commission. His beard needed trimming and his mustache, usually so neat on his upper lip, had grown scraggly. Grabbing his electronic razor, he shaved them both off, but his long hair looked messy against his clean-shaven cheeks. He grabbed some scissors, pulled the ends into a ponytail, and cut it off. Still unsatisfied, he ran the razor over his dark hair, giving himself the military crew cut he’d worn until he went on special assignment. 

He pulled on some jeans and his favorite blue T-shirt. There. He looked respectable enough to impress a recruiting sergeant, let alone a prospective employer. She’d arrive in time for a late lunch, but he wanted to meet on neutral ground. He remembered the café overlooking the lake in a nearby park. When she rang back, he’d arrange to meet her there. 

Hanging about doing nothing almost drove him crazy. He ached to polish a piece of oak he’d been working on, but he needed to stay clean and tidy. Sawdust on his jeans wouldn’t win him any points in a job interview, he supposed. Damn it. How long do we need to talk before I can ask her about the advance? 

Eventually, he walked the three miles to the nearest park and found a table on the café’s balcony overlooking the lake. When his phone rang again, he answered, “Jared Armstrong.” 

A soft, feminine voice asked, “I’m a mile from the city limits. Where should I meet you?” 

He gave her directions, pleased when she liked the idea of meeting in impersonal surroundings. When the waitress came for his order, he told her, “Two sparkling mineral waters, please. A friend’s joining me soon.” 

Damn it. If she asks me about my friend, I’m screwed. I don’t even know her name. Fortunately, once the waitress had brought the drinks, she left him in peace. Almost quarter of an hour later, a woman stopped beside his table. She’d pulled her hair into an unflattering ponytail, and she wore the baggiest sweater he’d ever seen. Her glasses were the gold-rimmed sort that went out of fashion before the change of the century. 

Rising to his feet, he held out his hand. “Jared Armstrong. Pleased to meet you.” 

He towered over her diminutive frame, six-feet-six to her five-feet-four. She studied him a moment, reached out, and shook his hand briefly. “Abigail’s enough for now.” 

He sat back in his seat, forcing himself to appear relaxed. “Okay.” 

He regretted not pulling her chair out and seating her, but she was a prospective employer, not his date. A good thing too, since she didn’t seem to have an ounce of vanity or dress sense. He sipped at his water and waited for her to speak.

Blushing, she sucked on her lower lip. “This is awkward. Can I ask you some questions?” 

He nodded. “I don’t guarantee answering them, but ask away.” 

God, he wished she’d get on with it, but she studied the unopened menu as though her life depended on it. Finally, she lifted her head. “Are you married?” 

His eyes narrowed. “Your advert said no ties. I’m single, HIV free, and I don’t screw anyone for cash.” 

She choked on her drink, coughing and splattering water over the table. Jared watched and waited, unwilling to make it easier for her when she was the one who placed the advert. 

Across the table from him, Abigail curled her hands into fists and laid them on her lap. Her smile faded and her voice trembled. “Will you marry me?” 

“Are you pregnant?” he shot back. 

Her cheeks turned scarlet. “No. In fact, I came on my period two days ago. But I do need a husband. I know I’m not what you imagined in a wife, but I’m willing to pay a $75,000 advance as well as house, feed, and clothe you for two years. After that, I’ll pay you another $150,000 when we divorce.” 

He stared at her intently, trying to decide if she needed therapy—or perhaps a few weeks in the local insane asylum. “You’re serious?” 

She took a sip of mineral water. “I am.” 

His eyes narrowed, and his forehead furrowed in anger. “I’ll feed and clothe myself. Can I still put time in with my business, or should I get a job local to where you live?” 

When she finally smiled, it felt as though the sun had come out on a cloudy day. 

Putting her glass on the table, she took looked anywhere but at him. “I’m glad you want to do so. In fact, it’s one of the reasons I chose you. You have values and goals. All I have is an insane great-aunt, or I did until recently.” 

“Tell me about it,” he demanded. 

Abigail’s eyes glazed over as she told him the bare bones of her story. “Great-Aunt Edith disapproved of everything. Have you ever met a woman so straitlaced she made your teeth ache? Well, that sums up my great-aunt. Her grandmother made the history books as a star of the silent movies, but she’s even more famous for the plethora of millionaires she bedded. One of her lovers gave her Westhorpe Hall, but she changed the name to match hers. Others showered her in jewels. Apparently she preferred stocks and shares.” 

As she’d intended, he laughed. Her mind drifted, and she smiled slightly. This man with his knockout smile and lickable dimples could make a fortune advertising toothpaste. 

He stayed silent, so Abigail plowed on with her explanation. “My great-great-grandmother amassed millions, but her daughter had social ambitions that their mother’s reputation kiboshed. She raised her children—Great-Aunt Edith and my gran—so prim and proper they disapproved of everything, even each other. I never knew my gran, but my mom once had a rebellious streak. I think she’s found it again now she’s remarried and moved to Texas.” 

He called the waitress over and ordered a liter bottle of sparkling water, then glanced across at Abigail. “I can recommend the beef sandwiches.” 

She blinked, as if his interruption threw her. “That’s fine.” 

He placed the order, then turned back to the woman sitting across from him. This whole thing sounded crazy, and while part of him wanted to walk away, he needed the money to keep his family safe. “Keep going.” 

Abigail waited a moment before she rushed on. “Mom got pregnant without getting married. Worse, she did it again when she had me. To hear Great-Aunt Edith go on about it, you’d have thought the world had ended. Mom and Dad married eventually, but they did it in their time, not hers.” 

Jared laughed. “I bet that went over well with your great-aunt.” 

Abigail stared over his shoulder, hating how circumstances forced her to bare her soul to a stranger. “I used to think my family hated me and my brother, Adam. Well, not Mom and Dad, of course, but thanks to my great-aunt’s will, we’ve learned Edith also had a daughter out of wedlock. God knows how Edith Montgomery ever got a man into her bed. Kissing her would have been like sucking lemons. Anyway, no one ever spoke about her daughter, but apparently she yearned for a rock-and-roll lifestyle, packed her bags, and headed to Washington. If you’d met Great-Aunt Edith, you’d understand, but no one heard from her daughter again. Not surprising since, according to a letter my great-aunt left with her lawyers, she’s dead. Apparently my great-aunt kept tabs on her, and we learned from the will that there’s granddaughter none of us ever knew about. She shares our inheritance, assuming we can find her, but Great-Aunt Edith’s ensured Adam gets the hall.” 

Jared leaned back in his chair, his arms crossed over his chest. “That’s all very interesting, but what’s it got to do with me?” 

Abigail took a moment to study him, as if she was making up her mind what she was prepared to tell him. “Great-Aunt Edith inherited everything. She left me, my brother, and my missing aunt’s daughter three-quarters of a million dollars outright. If all three of us are married within a year, the money goes up—a lot, but we have to stay married for at least two years. Honestly, I’d resigned myself to being a spinster schoolmarm. Yes, I know it’s a stereotype, but men don’t see me as date material.” 

He looked her over for almost five minutes, considering her demands. With those shocking glasses and frizzy hair, he’d normally pass her in the street without giving her a second look. Now she wanted to marry him. Still, as he’d put in his letter, he had nothing left to sell but himself. “I’d like $125,000 in advance, but it’s a loan. When my business takes off, I swear I’ll pay you back. I don’t want a divorce settlement either. Get a lawyer to draft the contract with those conditions, and I’ll do it.” 

Copyright © Kryssie Fortune


Sneak Peak at Chapter one, Marriage, Mobsters, and the Marine. Please read and enjoy. #excerpt #amreading #romance

Loose id released the latest novella, Marriage, Mobsters, and Marine this week. It's a stand alone story but the first part of a trilogy. 

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 to $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.

Gradually, Abigail comes to dream 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 break her heart when he walks away?
Release dates for the other books:

Sex, Scandal, and the Sheriff  -27th December

Desire, Deceit, and the Doctor - 14th February, 2017
 

Marriage, Mobsters, and the Marine

Chapter One

Abigail straightened her blonde wig, put on her mask, and strutted into the Masked Night’s BDSM club like Catwoman. Of course, everyone went incognito here, their names assigned by the vetting committee. Tonight, she’d become Kitty Gail, a sassy sub on her way to a first-ever hookup with the mouthwatering Dom, Master Jay.
The low moans of a woman bent over a spanking bench sounded bittersweet to Abigail’s ears. Knowing she’d never visit the club again added an extra swagger to her step. Not coming back for her monthly spanking would be…difficult. In the real world, she exuded confidence, carefully hiding the scared little girl inside her that even her family had disapproved of.
Damn it, she needed that spanking. It reminded her of how much she’d moved on and let her cope with the doubts that always chipped away at her confidence. The mind-blowing orgasms that followed were an added bonus.
But after tonight, Kitty Gail, with her figure-hugging blue catsuit and mask, would morph back into boring schoolteacher, Abigail Montgomery. Permanently.
Across the room, she spotted Master Jay at the soft drinks bar, the upper half of his face obscured by his plain black mask. His neatly trimmed beard and mustache obscured his features still further. She’d spotted him on her last three visits, and the way he cared for his subs had made Abigail’s pulse race. She wondered what he looked like beneath all his facial hair and without his mask, but keeping their identities secret topped the club’s priorities.
After her last visit, he’d stopped her on the way out and asked her to sub for him next time she came. They’d sat at the juice bar, discussing the details of their scene. Since they were both clean and she was on the pill, she hadn’t wanted a condom between them. He’d readily agreed. She’d been anticipating their meeting all month—like a little girl awaiting Christmas.
Not that she’d enjoyed the holiday season much once she reached her teens. Christmas was another thing her great-aunt had disapproved of. In fact, Abby’s early years seemed to be one disapproval after another.
But everything changed once she’d received the letter.
She hated that this would be her one and only night together with Master Jay. God, I hope he spanks me hard.
She liked the way Master Jay never took his eyes off her as she approached. The intensity in his gaze made her tingle deep inside. Desire spread like an explosion through her blood. His broad smile made her heart stutter, and again she wanted to know what he’d look like in real life. Stunning, probably.
Tall—well over six feet six—and broad chested; he’d gathered his hair at the nape of his neck and secured it with a leather thong. His long, lean physique made her want to purr like the kitty the vetting committee had named her after. Adding an extra sway to her hips, she prowled toward him in her three-inch-high heels.
As she neared, he picked up the collar and leash he’d left on the bar. Tonight she’d be his kitty for real, a pet to be shown off and petted before he spanked her long and hard. Afterward, he’d screw her, she hoped.
He held the leash in the air, giving her chance to study it. “Hello, Kitty Gail. Are you ready for this evening’s games? I picked out a pretty collar for my favorite pet.”
Abigail smiled behind her cat mask. “Very ready, Sir. Is my safeword still red?”
He nodded. “It is. Now come here, turn around, and lift your hair off your neck. The only pain you should feel is the pain I choose to inflict.”
Nipples already pearled, she lifted the fibers of her blonde wig, careful not to dislodge it. “As you command, Sir.”
Once he fastened the collar around her neck, she let her hair fall back over her shoulders. Confident no one would recognize her in her tight-fitting blue outfit and cat mask, she trembled as sensual heat rose through her like an incoming tide. She loved the way he inserted two fingers between the collar and her skin to check that it didn’t cut into her or constrict her blood flow. No wonder she lusted after Master Jay.
Once he’d ensured her comfort, he rose to his feet, taking his captive kitty for a slow stroll around the club. Even though they’d planned this, Abigail resented the leash at first. Gradually, she fell into character—prey putting on a brave front before her captor—defiant to the core. As he walked her around the room, the satisfying warmth of submission settled around her, but deep down all she needed was her ass spanked.
In her everyday life, she hid her toned curves beneath baggy jumpers and shapeless skirts. Here, under Master Jay’s protection, she could flaunt her body. Head high, hips swaying, she sashayed around the room.
Once he’d shown off his prize, he led her toward the private rooms. “Kitty Gail, are you trying to give all the men here a hard-on? When you’re with me? Save the sex appeal for your Master, or do you want me to punish you for your display?”
Yes. Spank me now. She hadn’t the courage to tell him how badly she craved spanking and the occasional public humiliation, so she hung her head. “I’m sorry, Master Jay.”
He stood back and looked her over. If the way his cock tented his trousers meant anything, he clearly liked what he saw. “Maybe a taste of the cat-o’-nine-tails will teach my kitty how to behave.”
Whipping was one of her hard limits. She didn’t want to safeword, not on her last night here, but she couldn’t let him whip her. She worked out three times a week in the local hotel’s basement gym. The ladies of Westhorpe Ridge would be outraged if she arrived covered in bruises or lash marks. As a respected schoolteacher, she couldn’t afford the rumors and scandal. Sometimes she thought her hometown would fade away if the locals didn’t have her family to gossip about.
Master Jay chuckled. “Don’t worry. I plan to spank your bare ass until it glows in the dark, but I’ll do it with my hand, not paddles or whips. Then I’ll spank it some more. The only toys I have in mind tonight are a blindfold and some ropes.”
Abigail’s heart raced again. This man knew exactly what she needed, and while she regretted they hadn’t hooked up before, she liked to study a Dom before she placed herself in his care. Maybe that was why she’d not played many scenes, but she’d always been a better-safe-than-sorry kind of girl. Her mouth dried in anticipation, and her nipples tingled as she let him lead her into a private room.
She’d left the choice of surroundings to her Dom for the night, but the canopied bed with white broderie-anglaise-trimmed covers surprised her. It would be a perfect match for the white lacy basque she wore beneath her catsuit. When she’d bought it online, she’d had Master Jay in mind.
He settled into a leather armchair, one ankle crossed over the other leg’s knee, totally relaxed. “Take off your catsuit. Slowly. Make me drool.”
Behind her mask, Abigail grinned. Her Dom understood her exhibitionist streak. She bent at the waist, giving him a peek at her cleavage as she leaned toward him and shimmied her hips. He shot forward, almost coming out of the chair to land a gentle slap on her butt.
She slowly lowered the zipper on the front of her catsuit. He whistled in a breath when he saw what she wore beneath it. White lace stretched over her breasts before the boned and laced bodice flowed over her flat stomach. Once she’d hooked her thumbs in the catsuit, she wriggled her hips and pushed it over her thighs. It pooled around her ankles, and as she stepped out of the folds, she kicked it over by the wall.
When she reached to unlace the front of her basque, he snapped, “Leave it.”
Again she smiled behind her cat mask, happy she’d made the right choice.
Master Jay lifted a blindfold from the table next to his chair. Lace trimmed and made from thick satin, the blindfold offered a chance to lose herself in a euphoria that blocked out reality and let her drop into subspace. Once he slipped it over her eyes, she concentrated on nothing but her desires and the way he filled her with wicked longing.
He beckoned her closer. “Come here and straddle me. I want a lap dance first.”
Abigail moved toward him, hips swaying as she rested one hand on his shoulder and walked around him. Once she stood behind him, she leaned toward him and ran her hands over his chest. The movement made the smooth blonde ends of her wig whip around his shoulders.
She repeated the action twice more before she completed the full circle around him. Rotating on the spot, letting him study her heels and basque before she took a step away and turned until she had her back to him. Running both hands down her right leg, she gave him a long look at her lace-covered ass. She stood slowly, but when she heard his breath hitch, she repeated the action, running her hands over her other thigh and down her leg until she held her ankle.
Tossing her head, she let the ends of her blonde wig slide over her body as she flowed upright, taking the move into an overhead stretch that emphasized her narrow waist and generous breasts. She turned toward him, hips swaying as she moved in so close she stood between his legs. The way he sat there unmoving felt like a challenge. She might be submissive by nature, but she liked how he made her work for it.
Her pulse pounded as she slowly unbuttoned his shirt. The smattering of dark hair on his chest delighted her. She linked her hands behind her head, arched her back, and rotated her hips over the bulge in his trousers. His cock twitched and jerked beneath her, swelling as she circled it with her pussy.
She rose on her knees then and cupped her breasts, offering them to him before she sank back onto his cock.
Another circle of her hips had him groaning. “Kitty Gail, you turn me inside out and upside down. Now slide off my lap and sit between my legs.”
For a moment, she’d forgotten everything but pleasing him. She loved it when she lost herself in a world of submission. Obediently, she slid onto the floor and sat, legs extended forward, her back against the base of the chair.
His voice sounded harsh. “Pull your ankles in until they touch your thighs.”
The position left her legs open and her pussy exposed. Her breathing turned ragged as she obeyed. “Yes, Master.”
He looped the blindfold around her blue cat mask. Abigail’s world went dark. She felt lost and helpless as she surrendered herself to his care. Each month she returned to the club to feed her subspace addiction, but tonight with Master Jay, she drifted deeper than ever before. This Master gave her exactly what she needed.
He dropped his hands to her shoulders, “Hold that pose. Don’t move.”
Behind her, she heard his trousers rustle and decided he’d risen to his feet. Her pulse raced as she waited to see what he’d do next. Spank her, she hoped.
He ran one finger along the top of her basque as he moved in front of her. She moaned in anticipation, so he pinched her nipples through the lace. The unexpected pain only heightened her excitement.
He pushed her knees wider, spreading them toward the floor. Blindfolded and vulnerable, she sat with legs splayed open, her silk-covered pussy on display for him. When he threaded fabric—a ribbon, maybe—around her thigh, she frowned behind her mask, trying to work out his plans.
Pushing her ankle closer to her inner thigh, he used the end of the ribbon to bind it in place. He did the same with her other leg and ankle, frog-tying her legs wide open. Next, he reached in behind her and bound her, wrists to elbows. Since she sat on the floor, legs open, she felt frustrated and…disappointed. No way could he spank her like this.
A moment later, she heard him move behind her. He scooped her into his arms and laid her facedown on the bed. Her forehead dug into the sheets while her butt hung in the air. She couldn’t see, couldn’t move, but lost in a world of darkness, she relaxed and let her fantasies play out.
She writhed as he reached between her legs and stroked the silk fabric covering her clit, her body blazing with pleasure. Finally, he unbuttoned the crotch of her lace teddy and slid one finger inside her. She tensed around it, her pussy already damp with need. When he pumped his fingers in and out of her vagina, she lifted her hips, pushing them forward in an attempt to ride his hand. Need boiled inside her, heating her from the inside out. His fingers sank deeper, stroking her G-spot. She moaned, needing to thrash her head and grind her hips against him. Her bonds held her still, but a moment later her cum flooded over his fingers.
Her heart rate dropped back to normal, but she burned to feel his hand on her bare bottom. Damn, is he going to make me beg? Since she wouldn’t be visiting the club again, she would. Memories of tonight would have to sustain her for a minimum of two years.
Before she could plead for a spanking, he slid a pillow beneath her stomach and pulled her legs so wide her ass cheeks parted, revealing her puckered rosebud rear entrance. This new position felt raunchy and wanton—exactly what she needed. When he slapped her exposed ass, she shrieked.
Abigail writhed in her bonds as pain shot through her. The heat in her butt cheeks matched the heat he’d built inside her. She’d never needed to orgasm more. Times like this, her spirit soared like a caged bird given its freedom. With Master Jay, she’d found her perfect Dom. This one sweet night would linger in her memory, sustaining her whenever she needed taking in hand.
He leaned over, gently massaging her butt cheeks and stroking his finger over her anus—pushing one of her soft limits as no Dom had before. “Ten spanks for the way you tempted the other men in the bar. You get another five for the sensual way you moved through the public rooms and five more for the way you tried to control the lap dance.”
Twenty? Most Doms stopped at ten, but tonight she’d take twenty and love it. “Should I count them, Master?”
Again his fingers found her clit. “You should, but if you come before I’ve finished, you’ll get five more.”
Thwack. His hand slapped against her ass, once on each splayed open cheek.
“Two, Master,” she panted.
Slap. Two more strikes, right on the part of her ass that she sat on every day in school. She gasped and accepted the pain, accepted the helplessness, and welcomed the delicious bliss that came along with it. Relished it as it rolled through her, making her pussy tingle. She braced herself for another strike, but he reached around her and thumbed her nipples. The perfect moment of pleasure mingled with pain. Tightening her inner muscles to hold back the orgasm he stoked inside her, she panted and writhed in her bonds.
His voice flowed over her like sweet honey. “Lost count, Kitty Gail? Shall I start over?”
Part of her wanted him to, but if she took more than the twenty slaps he’d promised her, she’d struggle with the ninety-mile drive home tomorrow. “Five, Master.”
He stood back and spanked her again, two high, two low, and another two on her sweet spots where her nerve endings gathered. The pain pushed her toward orgasm. While she faced a two-year spanking drought, this week her tender behind would remind her of Master Jay’s hand on her butt. “Eleven, Sir.”
He stopped spanking, slid beneath her ass, and sucked at her clit. The warmth of his mouth and the unexpected sensation made her wriggle and squirm. Her orgasm built inside her, making sweat bead down her spine. Every muscle in her body contracted, and her pussy burned to come. When she moaned again, he retreated and returned to spanking her ass.
Each stroke set her trembling with unmet desires. Tears ran down her cheeks, and she wept so hard her nose ran, but she never wanted him to stop.
“Eighteen, Master,” she sobbed.
As if considering where to hit her next, he paused. She refused to safeword, but now she wanted this over with. Twenty strokes felt too painful, so intense her inner barriers shattered. And she had two spanks still to take.
Holding back her orgasm had never been so hard. When he slapped her clit, she screamed. Her body tensed, and a climax rocked through her. Behind her, Master Jay chuckled and spanked her clit again.
Lost in a world of spanking and sensual need, she breathed hard and gasped. “Twenty, Master. Thank you.”
He stood back and admired her red ass. “You’re as beautiful as you are responsive. I like you with your ass glowing and your body on the edge of coming.”
He slid his fingers through her wet slit, circled them around her clit, and pinched it hard. She let out an excited squeak, expecting him to screw her immediately. Instead, he pinched each of her nipples in turn. When she pouted, he chuckled and ran his fingers up her inner thighs. Every muscle in her body tensed in anticipation. Finally, as he curled his body around her, he slid his cock inside her.
When the head brushed her G-spot, she panted and rocked her hips. Tied with her pussy open, she tried to thrust her hips back, but he chuckled and withdrew. “So eager, Kitty Gail.”
She moaned softly, wanting him deep inside her. He pinched her clit, then slid his dick back inside her. It felt solid and long, so thick it filled her completely. He waited a moment, letting her adjust to his size. Then he thrust hard. She panted and arched her back, trying to pull him deeper. He withdrew again, leaving her sighing in frustration as he knelt and ran his tongue over her clit.
She panted hard, her body almost exploding with need. “Please, Master Jay, let me come.”
He entered her once more, and when his pubic bone rocked against her hips, she shrieked and came hard. Her orgasm felt like a mule kick to her womb, so intense it bordered on painful. A moment later, he found his own release inside her. Abigail had never enjoyed better sex or a better spanking.
Once they recovered, he released her bonds. “Kitty Gail, you were amazing. Shall we do it again when you visit next month?”

God, I want to, but I can’t. There’s the letter to consider. She dressed quickly and headed toward the entrance. Pausing in the doorway, her composure almost shattered as she told him, “No. I’m never coming back here again.”

copyright Kryssie Fortune

Tuesday, 6 December 2016

Release day - Marriage, Mobsters, and a Marine #romance #bdsm #military


Today's the day. I'm doing my best happy dance.Loose id release the first of my Heroes of Westhorpe Ridge trilogy. There's BDSM, an arranged marriage, killers, kidnappers, a submissive school teacher, of course, Jared Armstrong, the hottest Marine ever.

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 to $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.

Gradually, Abigail comes to dream 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 break her heart when he walks away?

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Excerpt

Jared showered quickly, wanting to impress his future boss. He’d expected the advert to be from a security firm or even a mercenary-recruiting company, not an embarrassed woman who could barely string a sentence together. He could follow orders, no matter who issued them. The Marines had taught him that, along with a dozen ways to take out his enemies, but he preferred to be his own boss. 

When he looked in the mirror, he didn’t like what he saw. He’d worked all week with barely a break trying to get ahead on his commission. His beard needed trimming and his mustache, usually so neat on his upper lip, had grown scraggly. Grabbing his electronic razor, he shaved them both off, but his long hair looked messy against his clean-shaven cheeks. He grabbed some scissors, pulled the ends into a ponytail, and cut it off. Still unsatisfied, he ran the razor over his dark hair, giving himself the military crew cut he’d worn until he went on special assignment. 

He pulled on some jeans and his favorite blue T-shirt. There. He looked respectable enough to impress a recruiting sergeant, let alone a prospective employer. She’d arrive in time for a late lunch, but he wanted to meet on neutral ground. He remembered the café overlooking the lake in a nearby park. When she rang back, he’d arrange to meet her there. 

Hanging about doing nothing almost drove him crazy. He ached to polish a piece of oak he’d been working on, but he needed to stay clean and tidy. Sawdust on his jeans wouldn’t win him any points in a job interview, he supposed. Damn it. How long do we need to talk before I can ask her about the advance? 

Eventually, he walked the three miles to the nearest park and found a table on the café’s balcony overlooking the lake. When his phone rang again, he answered, “Jared Armstrong.” 

A soft, feminine voice asked, “I’m a mile from the city limits. Where should I meet you?” 

He gave her directions, pleased when she liked the idea of meeting in impersonal surroundings. When the waitress came for his order, he told her, “Two sparkling mineral waters, please. A friend’s joining me soon.” 

Damn it. If she asks me about my friend, I’m screwed. I don’t even know her name. Fortunately, once the waitress had brought the drinks, she left him in peace. Almost quarter of an hour later, a woman stopped beside his table. She’d pulled her hair into an unflattering ponytail, and she wore the baggiest sweater he’d ever seen. Her glasses were the gold-rimmed sort that went out of fashion before the change of the century. 

Rising to his feet, he held out his hand. “Jared Armstrong. Pleased to meet you.” 

He towered over her diminutive frame, six-feet-six to her five-feet-four. She studied him a moment, reached out, and shook his hand briefly. “Abigail’s enough for now.” 

He sat back in his seat, forcing himself to appear relaxed. “Okay.” 

He regretted not pulling her chair out and seating her, but she was a prospective employer, not his date. A good thing too, since she didn’t seem to have an ounce of vanity or dress sense. He sipped at his water and waited for her to speak.

Blushing, she sucked on her lower lip. “This is awkward. Can I ask you some questions?” 

He nodded. “I don’t guarantee answering them, but ask away.” 

God, he wished she’d get on with it, but she studied the unopened menu as though her life depended on it. Finally, she lifted her head. “Are you married?” 

His eyes narrowed. “Your advert said no ties. I’m single, HIV free, and I don’t screw anyone for cash.” 

She choked on her drink, coughing and splattering water over the table. Jared watched and waited, unwilling to make it easier for her when she was the one who placed the advert. 

Across the table from him, Abigail curled her hands into fists and laid them on her lap. Her smile faded and her voice trembled. “Will you marry me?” 

“Are you pregnant?” he shot back. 

Her cheeks turned scarlet. “No. In fact, I came on my period two days ago. But I do need a husband. I know I’m not what you imagined in a wife, but I’m willing to pay a $75,000 advance as well as house, feed, and clothe you for two years. After that, I’ll pay you another $150,000 when we divorce.” 

He stared at her intently, trying to decide if she needed therapy—or perhaps a few weeks in the local insane asylum. “You’re serious?” 

She took a sip of mineral water. “I am.” 

His eyes narrowed, and his forehead furrowed in anger. “I’ll feed and clothe myself. Can I still put time in with my business, or should I get a job local to where you live?” 

When she finally smiled, it felt as though the sun had come out on a cloudy day. 

Putting her glass on the table, she took looked anywhere but at him. “I’m glad you want to do so. In fact, it’s one of the reasons I chose you. You have values and goals. All I have is an insane great-aunt, or I did until recently.” 

“Tell me about it,” he demanded. 

Abigail’s eyes glazed over as she told him the bare bones of her story. “Great-Aunt Edith disapproved of everything. Have you ever met a woman so straitlaced she made your teeth ache? Well, that sums up my great-aunt. Her grandmother made the history books as a star of the silent movies, but she’s even more famous for the plethora of millionaires she bedded. One of her lovers gave her Westhorpe Hall, but she changed the name to match hers. Others showered her in jewels. Apparently she preferred stocks and shares.” 

As she’d intended, he laughed. Her mind drifted, and she smiled slightly. This man with his knockout smile and lickable dimples could make a fortune advertising toothpaste. 

He stayed silent, so Abigail plowed on with her explanation. “My great-great-grandmother amassed millions, but her daughter had social ambitions that their mother’s reputation kiboshed. She raised her children—Great-Aunt Edith and my gran—so prim and proper they disapproved of everything, even each other. I never knew my gran, but my mom once had a rebellious streak. I think she’s found it again now she’s remarried and moved to Texas.” 

He called the waitress over and ordered a liter bottle of sparkling water, then glanced across at Abigail. “I can recommend the beef sandwiches.” 

She blinked, as if his interruption threw her. “That’s fine.” 

He placed the order, then turned back to the woman sitting across from him. This whole thing sounded crazy, and while part of him wanted to walk away, he needed the money to keep his family safe. “Keep going.” 

Abigail waited a moment before she rushed on. “Mom got pregnant without getting married. Worse, she did it again when she had me. To hear Great-Aunt Edith go on about it, you’d have thought the world had ended. Mom and Dad married eventually, but they did it in their time, not hers.” 

Jared laughed. “I bet that went over well with your great-aunt.” 

Abigail stared over his shoulder, hating how circumstances forced her to bare her soul to a stranger. “I used to think my family hated me and my brother, Adam. Well, not Mom and Dad, of course, but thanks to my great-aunt’s will, we’ve learned Edith also had a daughter out of wedlock. God knows how Edith Montgomery ever got a man into her bed. Kissing her would have been like sucking lemons. Anyway, no one ever spoke about her daughter, but apparently she yearned for a rock-and-roll lifestyle, packed her bags, and headed to Washington. If you’d met Great-Aunt Edith, you’d understand, but no one heard from her daughter again. Not surprising since, according to a letter my great-aunt left with her lawyers, she’s dead. Apparently my great-aunt kept tabs on her, and we learned from the will that there’s granddaughter none of us ever knew about. She shares our inheritance, assuming we can find her, but Great-Aunt Edith’s ensured Adam gets the hall.” 

Jared leaned back in his chair, his arms crossed over his chest. “That’s all very interesting, but what’s it got to do with me?” 

Abigail took a moment to study him, as if she was making up her mind what she was prepared to tell him. “Great-Aunt Edith inherited everything. She left me, my brother, and my missing aunt’s daughter three-quarters of a million dollars outright. If all three of us are married within a year, the money goes up—a lot, but we have to stay married for at least two years. Honestly, I’d resigned myself to being a spinster schoolmarm. Yes, I know it’s a stereotype, but men don’t see me as date material.” 

He looked her over for almost five minutes, considering her demands. With those shocking glasses and frizzy hair, he’d normally pass her in the street without giving her a second look. Now she wanted to marry him. Still, as he’d put in his letter, he had nothing left to sell but himself. “I’d like $125,000 in advance, but it’s a loan. When my business takes off, I swear I’ll pay you back. I don’t want a divorce settlement either. Get a lawyer to draft the contract with those conditions, and I’ll do it.” 

Copyright © Kryssie Fortune