When the untamable meets the unbendable, an iron willed
Daddy is the only option.
Author: Rayanna
Jamison
Release Date:
October 24th, 2016
Buy Link: (Free on
KU)
Blurb:
OF all the people to find Francesca Upton hitchhiking down
the highway it had to be him.. Finley Tucker has always been the forbidden
fruit, dangling just out of her reach.
She thought she was over her silly infatuation, but from the
moment Finn's hand connected with her daisy duke clad backside, Francesca's
girlhood crush is reignited. But while Finn, bogged down by his own
insecurities, rejects every one of her romantic advances, he can't seem to stop
himself from offering to administer the discipline and care she never got as a
child.
Will Francesca do what she always does and give up when she
doesn't get exactly what she wants? OR will she dig in her heels and eventually
change Finn's mind- and his heart?
Excerpt :
His hand, flat and hard, fell twice more and to her chagrin
her breath caught in a sob, and the fight left her. “Finnnn-stop-please-stop-
I’ll get in the truck now, I promise!”
He didn’t stop. “Damn right you will.” His tone was hard and
no-nonsense, with a swat between each word for good measure. “But, now you’ll
take your spanking first, and you sure as hell won’t enjoy the ride.”
“Finn, please,” she begged him to stop knowing full well
that her cries would fall upon deaf ears, and Finn wouldn’t stop until he was
good and ready.
“Not on your life sweetheart. You and I both know this has
been a long time coming. I have no intention of stopping before you’ve learned
this lesson and a few others.”
Francesca bit back a whimper. That certainly didn’t sound
good. Begging didn’t seem like it was going to yield any results, so she chose
instead to take her spanking stoically, so as to not give him any more satisfaction.
With that decision made, she had no choice but to listen to the lecture Finn
was imparting while he continued to roast her backside.
“You need to stop acting like a spoiled, entitled teenager.
You are a grown ass woman, and it’s time you started acting like one. I’m going
to be around a lot this weekend, and if I see you pulling any of your usual
crap, I won’t hesitate for a second to pull you back over my knee for a nice
little reminder of how you should be acting. Do you understand me, young lady?”
The sarcastic answer was on the tip of her tongue. She
wanted to tell him to make up his mind. Was she a grown ass woman or a young
lady? He seemed to be waiting for a response, and she had no doubt that that
wasn’t the sort of response that would get her on the road any faster, so she
bit her tongue and opted for a contrite sounding. “Yes, Finn.”
“Yes, Sir,” he corrected. “Any time you’re over my knee
getting your bottom roasted, you will address me properly.”
Okay, that one she couldn’t let go. Sir? Now he expected her
to call him sir? He would be lucky if she didn’t call the cops the minute she
got to her parents’ house and have him arrested. “Don’t push your luck,
Finley,” she growled, glaring at him over her shoulder. “I don’t know who the
hell you think you are, but I am not calling you Sir. And furthermore, I don’t
know where you’re getting this next time crap, because you can bet your balls
there won’t ever be a next time.”
The bastard had the audacity to laugh. Hard. And then he had
the audacity to punctuate his laughter with a fresh set of spanks, this time to
the part of her bottom that was covered by denim, thank goodness. “Francesca,
sweetheart, I know you. There will be a next time. And darling, any battle you
decide to wage while you’re over my knee, I assure you, you will not win. One
little word from you, and we can be about done here, but if you want to keep
being stubborn- that’s fine too. I don’t have anywhere else more important to
be.” “Go to hell,” she growled, and braced herself for the onslaught she knew
would follow. Finn resumed spanking with renewed vigor, and Francesca fought
back tears. His hand had to be smarting by now. Lord knew her ass was on fire,
but Finn just kept whaling away on her tender hot flesh. It was impossible at
this point for her to remain quiet, or stoic, and she knew her tears were
probably soaking Finn’s leg even through the thick denim of his Levi’s.
It was probably only a minute or two before Finn spoke,
giving her a chance to redeem herself. “So, what’s it going to be Francesca?
Are you going to properly agree to start behaving more like a grown woman and
less like a spoiled brat, or should I keep going?”
Author Bio:
Writing has been a passion of mine since I was 9 years old,
and I always dreamed of becoming an author, but life happens and sometimes that
first step seems like a giant leap. I credit a life changing move from the
Oregon to Utah in the fall of 2013 as the catalyst that began my writing
career.
I now reside in Southern Utah with my husband, my two
children, two dogs, my mother, my 90 year old grandfather and a lizard named
Leo.
I write what I love to read, which is fun romantic stories
about submission in its many forms, and often joke that my stories get slightly
dirtier with each one I write. When I am not writing, I enjoy my passions,
which include cooking, drinking good coffee and good wine, shopping for crazy
knee socks, celebrating with sushi for every occasion, and most of all spending
time with my friends and family.
Find Me:
Twitter: @RayannaJamison
Instagram: @rayannajamison
