Millennium Falls by Robin Smith

INTRODUCTION

From one of our most popular authors comes a new novel full of drama, suspense, great dialogue and, of course, spankings!

Elizabeth "Zi" Bartlett, a young lady in pressing financial straits, nearly runs down a young (she thinks) boy named Thomas Moorecott on the highway as she’s returning home from a disastrous blind date, which she had set up through an alternate lifestyle website in order to experience spankings firsthand instead of in her long-imagined fantasies. The boy's father, Archer Moorecott, offers her a job as Thomas's private tutor to everyone's surprise, including Archer's. Although attracted to her, he's determined to maintain his distance because (suspenseful drumroll here) HE'S A VAMPIRE!!!! So is Thomas, but he's not as angst-ridden and obnoxious about it.

Zi's natural good nature, sweet spirit, and entrancing spankability gradually win Archer over, and she moves in, much to the chagrin of her creepy next-door neighbor, Sherman Segal, who eventually becomes so chagrined that he kidnaps her and shoots a crossbow into her chest. Nevertheless, all eventually works out for our plucky heroine and her nosferatu family, and much spankings ensue, with the promise of passionate canoodling to follow, as the book fades tastefully to black.

EXCERPT

Archer watched from the Morning Room’s window until the girl’s tail-lights were completely lost to sight, and then kept staring, deep in thought. He was aware when Thomas joined him a few minutes later, but while his son’s presence was not unwelcome, it did prod him into speech. “I could have handled that better,” he said.

“You never did know how to talk to women,” Thomas agreed.

“I could not think of a word to say. Not one. If she hadn’t brought up the subject of your schooling, I’d have been yattering away about the weather.” Now Archer paused and frowned. “I believe I offered her employment.”

“So I heard.”

“I couldn’t have made a worse impression if I’d tried,” Archer said. “And thank God, really, or she’d be turning up on our doorstep on the morrow with your schoolbooks tucked underneath her arm.”

“She still might.”

“You think so?” Archer looked sharply down at his son, brows knitting.

“Yes.”

“Blast.”

Silence.

“I can’t have her around, of course.”

“Of course.”

More silence.

“I felt like an ass,” Archer said.

Thomas chuckled and turned around. “You looked one.”