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Oh, he was so good.  His hands were not the hands that a spankophile like her was supposed to fantasize about; they weren’t big, rough, workman’s hands at all, but the slender, aristocratic hands of a man whose only labor came from writing checks and pouring cognac.  But he was good with them.  They were the hands of a man who overlooked no details, hands that belonged to a meticulous eye, hands that were always soothing and cool no matter how much heat they were capable of drumming into her.  After feeling those hands take such complete command of her, she couldn’t even imagine another man’s hands on her body.

Okay, she was gushing, and sure, his spanking prowess just might be influenced in part by her total lack of experience with spankers, but she was sure his lovemaking would still be considered extraordinary even if she’d had a hundred lovers.

Dusty's Ghost Town
Chapter Five

By Brandy

Dillon stood up and stared down at her, drinking in the sight of her pale limbs in the moonlight and the sweet curve of her feminine hips.  His lips tightened and a muscle ticked in his jaw.  “I have to go now, or I won’t be able to stay out of your bed tonight,” he said hoarsely.

Dusty wanted to protest.  She wanted to scream at the unfairness of it all, but she finally nodded mutely and turned her face into the pillow.  He wanted to stay – and probably would with a little encouragement from her, but she couldn’t do it.  He wasn’t hers to encourage – and he thought she was someone else.

Paradise
Chapter Five

By Belle

“Where’s the fire?” he asked, both peeved and relieved that nothing seemed to be wrong.

“In my butt, I hope. I need you to spank me.”

A flummoxed Hank said, “Here? Now? Why?”

“Because I need it, Hank.”

“I thought we weren’t going to, I mean, you said you weren’t sure you wanted to. So what is this really all about, Nina? Do you get off on jerking me around? Because that’s how I feel – jerked around.”

*** Holiday Stories: Valentine's Day ***

The St. Valentine's Day Massacre
and Pajama Party
Chapter Two
(Last Chapter)

By April Hill

The last fifty miles to the cabin were tortuous, with heavy snow, ice on the road, and visibility falling like a rock. The whole time, Janet was giving unwelcome advice, virtually without pause. Driving slowly in the fog was more dangerous than driving fast. Someone could rear-end you. Deer weren’t stupid enough to just stand there and let you run them down. They’d move at the last minute, if you simply called their bluff.

Two hours late, we finally arrived safely, having run down no deer, and avoiding rear end collisions. We pulled up in front of the cabin mere seconds before I lost it completely and dumped a Thermos of cold coffee over Janet’s head.
 

By Sebrina Winchester

His eyes narrowed and she knew he was looking closely for anything that would indicate that she wasn’t being truthful. Then he asked a very bad question.

“How many did you mail, Sherri Lynn?”

Oh, shit, she was screwed now for sure. She had never been able to lie, and this would be no different. This was certainly not the way she’d wanted this to go. She knew exactly what would happen when he had his answer. Damn him and damn this stupid, heart-filled, cupid-loving, candy-eating, flower-giving holiday for lovers.

By Brandy

By Reesa Roberts

Returning to the library in the evening was reclusive and antisocial and quite rude, but also a difficult habit to break after so many years.  Especially since tonight, Archer had something to brood over.

This wasn’t going to work.  He’d known that, intellectually, but had hoped to cling to the fantasy longer than five days.  He’d mentioned his brothers, she’d asked about them, and there he stood, trapped, because he knew full well that this incarnation of Archer Moorecott had no siblings, no parents, no surviving relatives of any kind apart from Thomas, and any wagging tongue in the town below them would be only too happy to tell the girl so.

This wasn’t going to work.  He had too much to hide, too many lies that mattered more than his happiness.

Dusty's Ghost Town
Chapter Four

By Brandy

Once they were gone, Dusty got out of bed and put the book away.  She flipped off the light and went to the window to see if there were any stars out to make a wish on.  Childish, maybe, but it was worth a shot!  When she pulled the blinds up, the sight she encountered startled her so much that she let out a wild shriek.

A pair of very hungry-looking green eyes was staring at her from the deck!  The big cat opened its mouth and spit at her, its teeth pulled back in a snarl.  This was no cute little ghost cougar, this was the real thing, and she tripped as she fell backward and landed on the floor.  She could hear the screen ripping and claws scratching against the window as Dillon came running into the room.  She cried out in fear, afraid the huge cat was going to hurl itself through the glass!
 

Paradise
Chapter Four

By Belle

Tears filled her eyes again, but this time for a different reason. “It was a nurse at a Dallas hospital. My ex and his girlfriend had a car accident. They found my number scribbled on a piece of paper in his wallet.”

He turned his back, leaving the bedroom. “I’m going to go. It’s late, and I have early handyman appointments tomorrow.”

She ran to him, hating how needy she felt, but knowing it might be the last time she saw him if she didn’t tell him the truth. “Look, he’s in the emergency room, unconscious. I don’t know why he was carrying my number, but he was, so the hospital called me. He’s going into surgery and they wanted to contact someone who knows him. Don’t you have any compassion?”

“For your ex? Hell, no.” With that, he left.

*** Holiday Stories: Valentine's Day ***

A Vegas Valentine
Chapter Two
(Last Chapter)

She really didn’t know why she was so angry.  He had not said anything to be mean to her but it was the fact that she hadn’t made love to him that was wearing on her so badly.  She thought she had just forgotten and the fact that it didn’t happen at all made her feel like a total loser.

“Liza,” he said.

“Shut up.  We’re getting divorced, asshole.”  She tossed the contents of her wine glass at him for good measure, grabbed her bag and her wrap and stalked out of the restaurant.  She didn’t look back as she almost ran to the elevator and quickly punched the up button.  Tears were blinding her when she escaped into the empty car and rode up to the fifth floor.
 

By April Hill

“Okay,” he said, grimly. “Let’s try this another way. Keep your hands off the thermostat – period. This is the second one you’ve wrecked, and we can’t afford another visit from the furnace guy. I’m beginning to think the two of you have something going.”

Just beneath the joking, Neil’s voice had begun to develop a slight edge – a very familiar edge that should have warned me the temperature in the room was, indeed, on its way up, and to back off before it got hotter than I liked. But I wasn’t about to surrender to a little husbandly bullying, so like the mature and intelligent adult that I am, I stuck out my tongue and gave him the finger.

“Obviously, there will be degrees of infractions and so it is only fitting there be degrees of punishment as well.  For the more serious insults, such as self-deprecatory remarks or unseemly displays of temper, you will be asked to fetch the cane.”

She glanced toward the stand at that and licked her lips nervously before nodding.

“As for other offenses – and we’ll come to them in a moment – my hand alone should suffice, unless you have a preference?”

“I haven’t been doing this long enough for preferences.”

“If you should discover them,” he said with a smile, “never hesitate to introduce them.  I want you to enjoy this, Elizabeth.  So to speak.  I mean to enjoy it as well.”

Dusty's Ghost Town
Chapter Three

By Brandy

“Did anyone ever tell you how bossy you are?”  Dusty grouched.

He laughed then, his low, rich timbre sending chills through her.  “It’s a habit.”

She turned to go in but he brought her back around and dropped a kiss on her upturned mouth.  “You’re really sweet when you’re not whining,” he said huskily.

“I don’t whine,” she replied, her pulse racing.

“Turned over a new leaf, have you?”

Paradise
Chapter Three

By Belle

Hearing ambivalence in her voice, he said, “Maybe we should have an actual date, not just a fuh – I mean, get to know each other a little before we do it again. I don’t want you thinkin’ I’m in it just for the sex.”

“How do you know I’m not in it just for the sex?”

Christ!

He stammered, “Uh, well, if you’d rather we go to your place, this red-blooded male won’t turn you down.”

She laughed, a lot louder this time. “Listen to me – I am so bad. I’ve never been a bad girl in my life, up ‘till now. It’s kinda fun.” 

It was going to be a bad thing after all, she decided.  It was also still worth it.

“I’m not sorry,” she declared.

“Tell me what you did.”

“She’s an emotional vampire.  She got what she deserved.”

“I want to hear you say it out loud.”

“She’s lucky I didn’t do worse.”

“Worse than what, Katie?”  

*** Holiday Stories: Valentine's Day ***

“Why don’t you just go out with him,” Kelsie whispered.  “He’s drop dead gorgeous, really talented and intelligent to boot.”

“He stopped asking, in case you haven’t noticed.”

“Well, the man has his pride,” Kelsie hissed.  “I mean, you shot him down so many times, you’d think he’d never speak to you again.”

“Oh, why don’t you go out with him then,” Liza whispered back.

“Uh, I’m married?”

“Technicality.”

By Jessica Wallace

A First Time for Everything
Under the Desk and Other Short Stories

By Kathryn Jay

Archer stepped back and opened the library door.  He waited and finally the girl came forward and went inside.  All right, then.  So far, so good.  He joined her and quietly closed the door.

“I’m sorry about Friday,” she began.

“Please bring me one of the canes from the stand just there.”

She moved at once to obey, still trying to make her apologies, but stammered to a stop when she had the thing in hand.  She’d selected the brass-tipped walking stick.  An excellent choice.  Quite durable, as well as imposing.

She could have put it down.  She didn’t. 

Dusty's Ghost Town
Chapter Two

By Brandy

“Get those shorts and panties down and bend over the blanket.”

She stared at him, her eyes widening.  “Excuse me?”  He couldn’t be serious; the heat must have affected his brain!  She had a sinking feeling it hadn’t, though, and she also had a feeling he wasn’t planning to have sex with her from behind, either!

He pulled his belt from the loops, and the hiss of leather on fabric made Dusty feel weak in the knees.  Obviously, he was very serious about this!  He had made comments about spanking, but she hadn’t taken him seriously, not in today’s world!  Apparently, she was about to experience an old-fashioned trip to the woodshed – only in this case, it was the pole barn!
 

Paradise
Chapter Two

By Belle

Too bad this was only a one-night stand. They’d both agreed on that. Hadn’t they?

He gazed at her again. One-night stand or not, he didn’t want to be her rebound guy, with the ink barely dry on her divorce decree. He’d had Chelle – until she left him – and a rebound woman who’d been clear she wasn’t in it with him for love. Now he wanted someone to love, but Nina was clearly still reveling in experimentation. She probably would, for a while.

The universe’s timing was lousy sometimes.

“Mr. and Mrs. Michaels, I don’t have you scheduled until four-thirty, right?”

“Yes, ma’am,” Wade answered.  For them both.  Again.  Bobby Ann swallowed an automatic and caustic comment; this wasn’t the time or place.

Starker sat down slowly, casting each of them a wary and reproachful look.  “For the record, I think this is a bad idea.  However, so long as Mr. and Mrs. Bryant are aware they do not need their lawyers present during the course of this mediation, then there’s not a lot I can say about this, other than I expect you both to be professionals, polite to one another, and on point.  This concerns the Bryants’ divorce, not your own.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Wade replied.  Easy.  Affable.  Always the professional, anyway, since you first had to be halfway human before being capable of a passionate and emotional response.

Ruby had her mouth open to say more, but snapped it shut when she saw the molten gold of anger in his eyes.  She took a step back, nervous, but still unafraid.  Something in her mind detached itself to turn that over and really think about it.  Yes, he could hurt her and yes, he was a stranger, but she trusted him to never hurt her.

Still, it was better to be safe and when he began to stalk back to her, she stumbled away.

Before she could think that it might be a good idea to run, he had grabbed her wrist and jerked her hard against his chest.