Love Hurts

It’s here! It’s here! Five scintillating, never before published stories from five of your favorite spanking romance authors. One of whom has stopped by today to give us the skinny on her worst Valentine’s Day ever. But before she does, the boxed set is available right now on Amazon, Blushing Books and will pop up any day now on Barnes and Noble as well. This is a whopping 503 page volume available for a LIMITED TIME for only $9.99, so get it while you can! If you don’t want the boxed set, each of these stories is also available independently. 🙂

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So Dinah, tell us about your story and about your worst Valentine’s Day ever.

Dinah: My worst Valentine’s was when I was in the fifth grade. My “boyfriend” had broken up with me when the new girl came to school, about three days before V-day. What made it weird was that he’d already per-ordered flowers to be sent to me during class…awkward.

Love Hurts

Blurb:

Karen Donahue is intimidating, but she has to be. The youngest CEO of a Fortune 500, her job is stress personified. She’s used to being in charge and if she doesn’t always like it, well, it’s part of the job. And if she’s a little bit of a brat, it’s just because she works so hard.

An excuse that is not good enough for Brandon Fuller.

After Karen’s car breaks down, he comes to the rescue only to be chewed out by the fiery, hot-tempered brat. He informs her that he won’t fix her car unless she accepts a spanking for her behavior and having broken her phone during her last tantrum, she has little choice but to accept. What she’s not prepared for is how much she’ll enjoy discovering the pain that often accompanies pleasure.

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Dinah on Amazon- http://www.amazon.com/s/ref=ntt_athr_dp_sr_5?_encoding=UTF8&field-author=Dinah%20McLeod&search-alias=books&sort=relevancerank

EXCERPT:

If looks could kill, his sexy, perfect body would have fallen at my feet. Not only did he not die, he didn’t even look fazed by my piercing glare. What I wanted to know was, when had I lost control of this situation? When had it even become a situation? I didn’t know what annoyed me more—his bossy attitude, or the fact that my body seemed so responsive to it. The best thing for me to do would be to get away from this man and the sooner, the better.

“I need to get in to my car—Move.” I scowled at him as he raised his dark brows. “Please.” Once he’d stepped aside, I marched toward my Porsche, reaching inside for my purse. As soon as I had it in my grasp I began riffling around for my phone.

“You know, I’ve met women like you before. You think because you have a lot of money you own people. I had a girlfriend with a temper like yours once. She spent more time over my knee than off it.”

I froze, my hand in mid-grab. It had been a long time since I’d met someone—anyone—who could put me off my game. Despite my need to stay pissed, I slowly turned my head to look at him. Was he teasing me? But no, the expression on his face hadn’t changed. He was watching me, waiting for my reaction. Could he see how his words made me tremble? Could it be possible that he was saying what I thought he was?

I heard a sound like rushing in my ears. This couldn’t be happening. Yet, the more I denied it, the more my blood surged through me, hot and ready for anything he might propose. “Where is my damn phone?” I cried out. Just then, I remembered I’d put it on the dashboard. I picked it up and hit the button to bring up the screen, but nothing happened. I tried again, and again, pressing it harder and harder each time, but the screen stayed maddeningly blank. When I remembered how I’d slammed in onto the dashboard, dread filled me. What had I done?

“Is there a problem?”

“No.” I gave him a clipped smile, trying to make my voice belie my sinking heart. Now I’d never be able to call someone else for help. I couldn’t even take Mark up on his offer to send a car for me. “Everything’s fine. Let’s just get my car fixed and we can both get on with our day.”

4 thoughts on “Love Hurts

  1. Thanks, Mary Sue! And Patty…it was terrible!!! So embarrassing. I should have trashed them but instead I carried them around and it was mortifying to have people keep asking who they were from. life of a fifth grader, right?

  2. What a lousy V Day memory, Dinah. 5th grade boys sucked, if I remember correctly. It was some time ago. But as I think of it, some adult males still act that way. Breaking up with someone special when they think something better has or might come along. “L” for loser.

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