Monday, November 21, 2016

#NewRelease - Catching Her Cowboy Daddy - Rayanna Jamison - #western #spanking #romance

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) 
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

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