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Are You Blushing Yet? Volume One

By: Maren Smith, Nattie Jones, Patricia Green, Thianna D.
Published By: Blushing Press
Copyright: 2014 by Blushing Books and the Authors
5 Novels / 136,000 Words
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Although nine years her senior, Captain Davis can't resist the bright, funny, and incredibly sexy Joanna. After a whirlwind romance, they marry and begin a thirty plus year marriage which ultimately leads to the founding of the exclusive BDSM Club Decadence.

How does a domestic discipline marriage, started in the 1970s, grow and change through the years? And will their marriage ultimately survive Davis' commitment to his special-ops military career?

Publisher's note: "Faithfully" is a prequel to the Club Decadence series. It contains erotic BDSM elements in a domestic discipline marriage. If such themes offend you, please do not buy this book.

Holding Hannah by Maren Smith
Hannah Alder used to know who she was. She used to be strong, have confidence... then the thing happened, and suddenly Hannah seems to have lost everything, including herself.

Freshly-released from her father's hospital, she is sent to live with an uncle who puts her to work for the summer. It's while on the job that Hannah first discovers The Castle, a massive stone structure set in the wheat fields of Ohio. It's soon-to-be THE vacation destination for the kink-inclined, if the Doms who run it can ever get it properly permitted and licensed. Hannah's nasty boss is determined that that will never happen.

Sam Cooper sees Hannah coming a mile away, tripping on her high-heels in a poorly-fitted business suit. What he sees in Hannah's astonished eyes as he gives her a private tour of The Castle makes him do something he can't believe: he slips her his business card.

Where The Both Belong by Thianna D
Life-long residents of Mesa, Arizona, both Matt and Julie Renton's conservative families turned on them when their discipline lifestyle became public knowledge. Months after being fired from his job, Matt was just getting by doing day labor. Worried over Julie's stress level, he hopes to get into a new housing development in Colorado called Corbin's Bend, where they could be themselves and his lovely wife could finally relax.

With a new job for Matt and complete acceptance from the community for Julie, they began to feel that this just might be where they belonged. Especially when the community's welcome basket arrived with a little surprise.

The Captured Maiden by Nattie Jones
Her family and future burned down in the flames of a Dragon...

Lali has lost everything; almost all the family she'd ever known. Everything was lost, with the good and the bad, when her family's homes were tossed into the middle of the war of Khys, and burnt down by the warriors known as Dragon Masters and their devastating steeds. And now... Master Gresham tries to offer her a new future... A future filled with sex, firm discipline, and a strange new world.

He must rebuild the family he has lost... Gresham doesn't quite know what to make of the sad peasant girl whom he'd found among the burning remains of her village. She's ever-naughty, always getting into things she shouldn't. Slowly he allows her into his heart, but can he get her to love him despite what he is and what he's done?

Liv's Journey by Patricia Green
Liv Aune loves to eat, and she hates to eat. In her recent past, she was a runway supermodel, but now she showcases plus-sized clothing. She knows she's healthier, but the habits of a lifetime of being a size zero are hard to break. On a shoot at a private ranch in Texas, Liz meets Trey Journey.

Trey grew up on his family's Texas ranch, but went into the military and has been successful there. He'd like a family, but believes it unfair to inflict his dangerous lifestyle on a wife and kids. Plus, he has very specific ideas about a touchy subject: spanking. He wants it in his relationship. He's just about given up on finding someone.

Live needs his help and he's not afraid to use corporal discipline to aid her through her inner struggles. She is curious about it and doesn't know if she should accept it, or run away screaming.

Faithfully by Maddie Taylor

Prologue

Fort Devens, MA near Boston, 1979

Rushing to a meeting, he stopped dead in his tracks when he saw her. She was muttering angrily to herself and digging in her purse as she stomped toward the door, oblivious to the very large Army captain standing directly in her path. He knew she was going to plow right into him, but he stood his ground eagerly anticipating a collision with the curvy little blonde.

Peter Davis instantly recognized Joanna Beckett; eighteen and fresh out of high school. She was a stunner. Wearing a red tube top and Daisy Duke short shorts, her long blonde hair pulled up into a high pony tail, she revealed a lot of skin from her bare neck and shoulders to her silky smooth legs. She had the body of a Playboy centerfold, toned but curvy in all the right places. It was obvious that only a tube top separated her full jiggling breasts from his view as she stormed from her daddy’s office. Joanna’s father, Master Sergeant Stan Beckett, was one of Peter’s top men and he felt like a real pervert standing there practically drooling over her. Stan’s daughter was much too young for him. Peter did some quick math and figured she was eight, no, nine years his junior, but he couldn’t pull his eyes away.

When her soft body inevitably collided with his, she let out a small “oomph” as the jarring impact pushed the air from her lungs. Grabbing onto forearms that felt like forged steel, Joanna looked up and saw a muscular chest encased in a tight Army issue T-shirt. She followed it up to a corded throat and chiseled jaw. Her eyes quickly rose to a full set of lips, and then up to the most beautiful blue eyes she had ever seen. A quick glance took in dark hair and a regulation haircut, but her gaze was drawn back to those lips.

“Are you alright, Miss Beckett?”

Startled that this hunk knew who she was, she asked, “Have we met, uh�” Her eyes searched for his rank and found the bars on his cap. He was an officer. “Captain, isn’t it?”

“Captain Davis, miss. We haven’t met but I recognized you from the picture on your father’s desk. You graduated this past spring, didn’t you?”

“Yes, I did. You have an excellent memory for facts on people you don’t know.”

“I take an interest in my men.” As well as curvy blondes, he thought to himself. Realizing that her soft breasts were still pressed against him, he gently took her by the shoulders and moved her away. He instantly regretted the move when he felt the softness of her skin and got a whiff of her perfume. She smelled like Love’s Baby Soft. He recognized the scent because he gave his fourteen-year-old niece a bottle at Christmas. The pervert alarm went off again in his brain. He cleared his throat and tried to concentrate on something besides her hot body. “What has you so upset?”

“I just had a disagreement with my father about college.”

“Really? Where are you applying?”

“I’ve already been accepted to UMass Lowell. I want to major in business, but my dad is being a... jerk.”

“Why does your dad disagree?”

“He is so old-fashioned. He wants me to do something more 'practical' like nursing or teaching. That’s just not me. What I really want is to apply to law school after undergrad�at Harvard." She rolled her eyes. "He's going to love that!"

Peter was impressed. This young lady had definitely thought things through. “Do you think you'll have the grades for Harvard?”

She looked at him squarely. "Yes, I do. But Dad’s afraid no one will take me seriously.”

His eyes swept down her luscious body before returning to meet her gaze. Her look dared him to make comments about her outfit or her body. Pete thought her dad had a point, but he was smart enough to keep that thought to himself. Heavenly mercy, she was gorgeous.

The next moment, he found his body taking control of his mouth. It overrode his brain and common sense, as he found himself asking her out. “I’d like to cheer you up and get a smile back on your face like the one in the picture on your dad’s desk.”

A glint of interest sparkled in her eyes. “What did you have in mind, Captain?”

“I have these concert tickets for this weekend. An obscure little band called Journey. Have you heard of them?”

“Get out! Those tickets have been sold out for weeks.”

“They’re floor seats and come with back stage passes.”

“Cool!”

“I’ll pick you up at three on Saturday. We can get a bite to eat before heading into the city. The concert is at the Boston Garden.”

“Three o'clock on Saturday. I’ll look forward to it.”

“I’ve got a meeting now, so I’ve got to go. I’ll see you Saturday, Joanna.”

“Thank you, Captain.”

“It’s Peter or just Pete, darlin’.”

“See you Saturday then, just Pete.”

As she watched him walking away laughing, she realized she had accepted a date with a complete stranger. Other than being a captain in the Army, she knew nothing about him. Well, except that he had backstage passes for Journey. Reluctantly, she turned and retraced her steps to her dad’s office. Even though she was mad at him, she could still use him for information. “Please don’t let Daddy say he’s a complete jerk.”

Although he thought the captain was much too old for her to be dating, her father reassured her that Captain Davis was a good man. Undeterred by a few years age difference, she went to the concert with him anyway and had a fantastic time. He was charming and a complete gentleman, opening doors and guiding her with a hand on her lower back. They shared a kiss at the concert but other than that, there were no touchy-feely games or wandering hands, which was refreshing. Maybe, she thought, there was something to be said for dating older guys.

It was late when he pulled his Camaro up in front of her house. Gallant as ever, he helped her out of the low slung vehicle and escorted her to the front door.

“I had a great time, Joanna. I’d like to see you again.”

“I’d like that, Peter, because I had a great time, too. Thank you so much.” She considered him briefly before asking, “I’m going to a beach party tomorrow. Want to come along?”

Thinking of her in a bikini made his cock, which had been at half-staff all evening, twitch and grow into a full hard-on.

“What kind of party is it?”

“Don’t worry. It’s not a high school party. My friend Lori and her older brother are hosting it at their family’s house in Hampton Beach. If it makes you feel better, Lori is twenty-one and her brother is in his mid-twenties, so I will probably be the only teenager there.” Looking at him quizzically, she cocked her head and asked, “Do you have a problem with the age difference? It’s only nine years. I am legal.”

“Barely� I don’t have a problem but others probably will.”

“I don’t care what others think, do you?”

A smile crossed his face as he looked at her open and honest expression. She seemed older than her years. Most eighteen-year-olds were obsessed with what others thought. “What time should I pick you up?”

Chapter One

Four months later�

Joanna’s golden curls gleamed in the low light of the restaurant and her eyes danced with anticipation as she opened the gift before her. She looked up in delight as she tore into the brightly colored wrapping on the small box. Gasping in excitement, she gave a little squeal of appreciation as she saw what was inside.

“Oh, Daddy! They're beautiful.” She got up from her chair, and, rushing to his side, wrapped her arms around her father’s neck as she kissed his cheek.

“The diamonds were your mother’s. I had the jeweler remount them with the sapphires.”

Joanna saw the mist of tears in her father’s eyes and her own responded in kind. “I miss her every day, too.” Reseating herself, she held onto his hand and squeezed.

Bold and fearless, Master Sergeant Stan Beckett gazed lovingly at his beautiful daughter. She looked so much like her mother sometimes that it hurt. She had the same personality: intelligent, spunky, and full of sass. He thought about all they’d been through since his beloved wife had passed away six long years ago. She had been struck by a drunk driver and killed instantly. Joanna had just turned thirteen that year and was entering a time in her life when she needed a woman most. Stan had been left with the daunting task of raising his teenage daughter alone.

Together they had survived, although it hadn’t been easy. His superiors had been willing to extend his assignment at Fort Devens, which had been a blessing. Rather than traveling worldwide, he had been able to keep his daughter in one place. What he didn’t know about the girly parts of raising a teenage daughter, his friends' wives did and they helped out whenever he felt out of his element.

He watched as she put on her new earrings. “They look beautiful on you, Joanna. I’m very proud of you, pumpkin.”

Joanna sniffled and looked from her dad over to Peter. He had sat quietly observing the pair, not wanting to intrude on their special father-daughter moment. Joanna smiled at him, slightly embarrassed. “Peter is going to think we’re a pair of saps, Dad. This is supposed to be a celebration.”

“I don’t think you’re sappy at all, darlin’. In fact, I was thinking how refreshing it is to see a young woman act so respectfully and loving with a parent. In my experience, that isn’t always the case.”

“Ha, you haven’t seen her in brat mode, Pete.”

“Dad!”

“It’s true. Just two hours ago, you were storming around the house fussin’ about how you never have anything to wear. Believe me, the girl is a clotheshorse. I got the courage to peek into her room and it looked like her closet had puked. There were dresses, skirts, and blouses strewn everywhere. I had to threaten her with a switch to get her to settle down enough to get ready.” Looking over at an affronted Joanna, he winked and added, “That is why we were late, isn’t it?”

“I can’t believe you said that in front of Peter, Dad. What will he think?”

“He’ll think that you’re nothing I can’t handle.” Peter jumped in, and favored her with a long, slow look. "I can swing a switch as well as the next man, don't you doubt it, darlin'."

Her gaze swung to his and her mouth gaped open. Exactly what did he mean by that? They had been dating for four months and were lovers for the past two. He was stern and unyielding sometimes, but she thought that came from him being an Army Captain and accustomed to being in charge. He would usually just lecture or scold her briefly and then they went on. True, he had given her a swat or two on the behind, but that had been in passing and so playful, she really hadn’t minded. He had even given her a couple of swats during sex, but that was in the heat of passion and she hadn’t thought anything of it. Her girlfriends all told her it was fairly common, in a retro he-man caveman kind of way. Joanna had actually thought it was kind of hot so again, she hadn’t minded.

Now, as she sat there thinking about what her dad had said, she worried. Was her gentlemanly Peter more like her dad than she thought? She knew she was in love with him or she wouldn’t have given him her virginity. Could she get serious with a spanking man? Could she actually marry one? She felt a confusing mix of emotions churning inside her, dread and excitement, fear and anticipation. Then, there was that tingling between her legs. Where was that coming from? Jeez! Could she actually want him to spank her?

“Where have you gone off to, Joanna?”

Startled by her father’s question, she looked up. She noticed the waiter had cleared the plates and set a piece of chocolate-raspberry cheesecake in front of her, her favorite. “Oh! My mind wandered is all.”

“Where did it wander to, sweetheart?” Peter’s low voice was teasing and color bloomed in her cheeks when she looked up and saw his knowing grin.

The dog knew exactly what she was thinking. She decided two could play at that game and she teased him back. “I was thinking that I hadn’t received a birthday gift from my handsome boyfriend, yet. And now, after my dad’s gift, he is going to have a tough act to follow.”

�“Joanna the brat is re-emerging I see.” Her dad said this only half teasing, an underlying warning clear in his tone. “You two have plans after supper?”

“I thought we’d take a drive out to Marblehead. They’re having their annual fall festival this weekend with an art fair, street vendors, musicians�the works.” He put his hand on her knee under the table and squeezed. “Later, we can take a walk on the beach and I’ll give you your birthday gift then.”

Joanna loved how romantic he was. So what if he gave her a swat or two? He was charming and handsome, and the way he looked at her made her heart race. What more could a girl ask for?

“That sounds right up Jo’s alley. You two head on out and I’ll settle up.” He reached for the check and started to get his billfold out.

“Let me get that, Stan.”

“Nonsense, it’s my girl's birthday, so it's my treat.”

Joanna giggled over their usual argument over the bill. She knew that Peter felt awkward over her father paying for him. Her dad was under his command and made a lot less money on a sergeant’s pay. “Let him get it honey or we’ll never get out of here.”

She bent to kiss her father’s cheek and had to mention, “Why don’t you go over and say hi to Loretta Page before you leave? She’s been trying to catch your eye for at least a half hour. Cut the woman some slack, will you?”

“The woman doesn’t give up.”

“She likes you, Dad. Plus, she’s a sweet, pretty, available woman your age. You need to put yourself out there and start dating again. I don’t need you to watch over me anymore.”

“Yeah, Stan. You’ve got me for that now.” Both men laughed when Joanna took exception to that remark and whirled on him.

“Was that a crack about my age? I already have one father, Peter Davis, and I don’t need another or a babysitter for that matter.”

“I was just teasing. Settle down.” His voice was firm as he pulled her into his side, a clear indication that he didn’t want to hear any more sass from her. “Thanks for dinner, Stan. I’ll have her home by midnight as usual.”

A few minutes later, he had her tucked in his Camaro and they were headed east toward Marblehead. They spent the next few hours strolling up and down the seaside town looking at vendor booths, listening to jazz and getting funnel cakes for dessert. They even sat for a street artist doing caricatures, laughing at the artist's interpretation and the exaggerated illustration of their features. Peter’s head was unusually tall and his military haircut and scruffy beard stood out. Joanna was drawn with a mass of blond curls and boobs as big as Dolly Parton’s.

Joanna acted slightly offended as they walked away, their portrait neatly wrapped and secure in Peter’s hand. “My boobs are not that big!”

“Your boobs are perfect, baby.” He said nothing else, knowing it was better to stay away from that argument. She was quite generously endowed and he loved it.

They continued their stroll and Peter directed them to Crocker Park and a bench that overlooked Marblehead Harbor. It was a pleasant September evening and the stars and moonlight reflected off the shimmering water.

Joanna sighed and snuggled into Peter as he wrapped a long arm around her. “The night has been perfect. I love how romantic you are, honey.”

“Anything for my girl on her birthday.”

“But it’s not just on my birthday. You are romantic and considerate all the time. I’m a lucky girl.”

He squeezed her and they lapsed into silence, enjoying the waterfront atmosphere and relaxing in each other’s arms for a while. Peter finally broke the silence. “I have something I’ve been meaning to talk to you about, darlin’. It’s important.”

She twisted in his arms until she was facing him, her expression quickly changing to one of concern. “What is it? You’re scaring me. Are you being reassigned?”

He could hear the anxiety in her voice. He’d told her about his new assignment, which involved the training of an elite task force, a team of uniquely skilled men called a Special Operations Unit. Due to the nature of the work, he couldn’t elaborate on exactly what kind of missions they would be doing, but she knew they could be mobilized at any time.

“No, I haven’t gotten any orders, but you do understand it’s just a matter of time? We can’t train forever. Eventually, we’ll be called up.”

“I understand, but it doesn’t mean I have to like it.”

Peter frowned at her answer. “Is this something you are going to be able to deal with, honey? Your dad is an Army man, so you know how this works.”

“I do and I remember Mom telling me it was hard to be married to a military man, but she loved him and it was all worth it. I love you and even though it will be hard when you have to leave, when you are here you make it all worthwhile.”

She felt the tension release from his arms and heard his exhalation. His next action had her tense and on edge for another reason all together. She watched in amazement as he got down on one knee before her. Her breath caught and her heart beat wildly as he pulled out a black velvet ring box.

“Joanna, I knew the instant I saw you that you were special and you would change my life. I love you with all my heart and want you to be mine forever. Will you marry me?”

Tears overflowed and Joanna was too emotional to speak, so she nodded her head furiously. She watched as Peter took out the diamond solitaire and slipped it on her trembling finger. He then lifted his gaze to hers and brushed the tears from her cheeks with his thumbs. Leaning in, he angled her face how he liked it and captured her lips in a sweetly tender kiss.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him close, squeezing desperately. She loved this man and couldn’t get close enough to him.

With his hands cupping her cheeks, Peter lifted his head and spoke softly against her lips,

“I need to hear your answer, darlin’. Say the words.”

“Yes, I will marry you and be yours forever. I love you, so much.”

“Let’s go somewhere private and celebrate.”

He pulled her along to his car, stowed their portrait in the trunk for safekeeping and cruised down the coast. Before long, he pulled into the driveway of a large beach house and parked. The house overlooked the point where Nahant Bay met with the Atlantic. The houses lining the shore provided just enough light to illuminate the sandy beach at night. It was a beautiful spot.

“Whose house is this? It’s dark and doesn’t look like anyone’s home.”

He got out of the car and grabbed a blanket from the trunk before opening her door and pulling her out. “We’re not here to visit. This is a friend’s house and he has a private beach. Let’s go.”

He pulled her down the wooden boardwalk that led to the sand. “You can leave your shoes here. No one will bother them.” When she’d taken off her heels, he grabbed her hand and guided her down the stretch of sand to a secluded spot surrounded by dunes. The high mounds of sand and tall sea oats provided a semblance of privacy as the warm sea breeze swirled behind her. The waves broke languidly against the shore as the low-riding silver moon provided soft lighting in the long shadows of the beach. To Joanna, it was perfect and the world outside their haven ceased to exist.

Out of breath from the eager pace he’d set, she stood by quietly watching as he spread out his blanket. She had no doubt what he had in mind.

Settling in the middle of the makeshift bed, Peter held out a hand to her. “Come here baby, I’ve got to have you now.”

“Here on the beach? What if someone comes along?” Although she was protesting, she stepped onto the blanket beside him.

His pants unbearably tight from his rigid cock, Peter impatiently tugged her down until she was straddling his thighs. Eagerly untying the belt on her wrap dress, he opened it to reveal her stunning body, unwrapping her like a present.

“No one will see. It’s late, it's dark and this is a private beach. Now give me your mouth. I need to taste you.”

She lowered her mouth and he took what she offered, his lips roughly parting hers so his tongue could dive in and taste. After long minutes of frantic open-mouthed kissing, he let her come up for air as he trailed his hungry lips down her throat, settling at to the tops of her breasts. His large hands came up to release the front hook on her bra and he groaned as her bounty spilled into his palms.

‘Can I leave my dress on just in case?”

“No, Joanna. I want to see all your beautiful white skin in the moonlight. Take it all off. I want you naked.”

“But�” She yelped as his large hand came down firmly on her butt. It didn’t really hurt through the material of her dress and panties, but it startled her.

“I said take it all off. If you don’t quit arguing, I’ll have to strip you myself and will have to add a little color to your backside in the process.”

Frozen, she stared at him. Was he serious? Would he really spank her? She squirmed in his lap at the thought of going across his muscular thighs with a bare, exposed bottom. Instantly, she felt her juices soak her panties and then watched as a wicked grin crossed Peter’s face.

“I can feel your heat clear through my jeans, darlin’. You like that idea... of being naked and lying across my lap, your naughty bottom upraised and bared for my hand.” He slid the dress off her shoulders then and it slid down to pool over his legs. “Well, I think it’s time you find out just how that feels. I think I told you what would happen if I had to strip you myself, didn’t I?”

Not really expecting a response, he moved her into position. She was stunned and still frozen so he positioned her as he liked, as if she were a life-sized doll. “Let’s get rid of the panties, shall we?”

His large hands pulled, and she heard the fabric rip easily as he tore away the tiny bikini panties. She felt his warm skin against hers and she lost all sense of reason when he began rubbing her bare flesh. Aroused more than ever before, she arched her back, pressing her full cheeks into his hands.

“You want me to spank this naughty bottom, don’t you baby.” Determinedly, he raised and lowered his hand quickly and sharply, applying one brisk smack to each cheek before rubbing the tender skin.

“You want to know how it feels to get all warm and tingly as I heat up your skin with my palm.” Again, two swats fell, this time a little harder before the rubbing resumed.

“I’ll bet that sweet pussy is getting warm and tingly, too. Spread your thighs for me, Joanna. I want to slide my fingers inside you and test my theory.” He waited for her to obey, but after a few seconds without a response, he calmly applied four firm swats for disobeying.

“Now sweetie, I want you to remember how good this feels, but if you keep up the defiance, I am going to have to give you a bad-girl spanking, instead of the nice, hard good-girl fucking I had in mind for tonight. Now, do as I say, darlin’, and spread for me.”

Lying helpless and infinitely aroused over his lap, she could do nothing but follow his commands. She spread her legs apart, shuddering as his fingers glided directly over her wet folds.

“Good girl. Spread just a bit more. Let me help.”

Joanna felt his big hands on her inner thighs, separating her legs. She felt the ocean breeze across her heated flesh and she groaned. Pressing her knees into the sand, she lifted her behind, angling her pussy to seek more of his touch.

“Excellent. Just a few more spanks and I think you’ll know what I mean by a good-girl spanking.” Using a light brisk stroke, he proceeded to paint her entire bottom and thighs with color. He smacked lightly so as not to hurt, but giving enough of a sting to warm her and elicit the desired response from her body. He watched in delight as she eagerly rocked into the swats, encouraging him to give her more. Her groans floating up to him further signaled her eager response.

After applying about two dozen swats, he couldn’t take anymore and lifted her off his lap. Rolling her on her back, he disregarded the hiss from her lips as her tender skin rubbed against the blanket. Parting her legs, he ripped open his fly and released his aching cock, driving deep inside her. He let out a deep growl of satisfaction as her heat surrounded him. Slipping his hands underneath her bottom, he scooped her warm cheeks up in his hands as he looked down at her. Squeezing firmly got a little squeal out of her.

“Do you understand the difference now, baby?”

“Yes Pete, bad girls get spanked hard, but good girls get spanked hard and then get fucked.”

“Tsk, Tsk, such a very bad girl response. We’ll work on that answer, because bad girls get fucked, too. For now darlin’, I need to ride.” Like a true Texan, he did ride her, long and hard on the secluded beach, pushing them both to such heights that they came apart in one another’s arms.

Afterwards they held each other close, soaking up the romantic setting with the ocean waves crashing against the shore as their music, their special hideaway lit by the full moon overhead. It was a perfect start to their engagement and a sign of more good things to come.

 

 

Holding Hannah by Maren Smith

Chapter One

“Shit,” Sam said as soon as he was close enough for Marshall to hear him over the cacophony of hammers, saws, coordinated shouting and all the cursing that went along with sixty workers and a fully operational re-construction site. “It’s Goodson again.”

“Yeah, I recognized the car.” Passing the building plans to his foreman, Marshall turned to watch the car park. Sam looked up at the castle�their castle�a fifteenth century monstrosity of cool gray stone, lovingly shipped block by block from its native Scottish soil on three different boats before finally meandering its way, first by train and then by truck, into this long-abandoned Ohio wheat field. The outside was almost complete. Only the outer walls and towers (and a smattering of outbuildings, but they’d get to those when they could) were still under construction. The interior renovations had started, but there was still a lot left to do. The stairs had gone up just last night and over half the marble had yet to be laid, but give it another month�just one more month of sixty hard-working men, most of them future guests and volunteers�and the Castle, Marshall’s life-long ambition and Sam’s fondest daydream (first, at age six because he was just nerdy enough to want to be a knight when he grew up, and then later on in early manhood, when his kink had grown in and all he could think about was wanton maidens being spanked and deflowered in the most deliciously depraved ways) would be ready for play.

That is�if they could somehow convince Inspector Goodson to sign their remaining operating li

Livvy on 01/05/2016 07:38pm
great series
Livvy on 01/05/2016 07:38pm
great series
Paul on 06/14/2015 08:23pm
The story’s in this book were disappointing, I found them to be “Cookie Cutter”. The imagination was just not there also they seemed for the most part to give off a negative feel to them. The characters seem to cardboard cutouts. I would say these story’s were just not my cup of tea.
Paul on 06/14/2015 08:23pm
The story۪s in this book were disappointing, I found them to be Cookie Cutter۝. The imagination was just not there also they seemed for the most part to give off a negative feel to them. The characters seem to cardboard cutouts. I would say these story۪s were just not my cup of tea.
Livvy on 05/04/2015 05:08am
some very good stories enjoyed reading them
Livvy on 05/04/2015 05:08am
some very good stories enjoyed reading them
Margaret Corcoran on 04/26/2015 04:16pm
Great I am the first to put in a review on this great long book. So many great authors come togrther to write some wonderful stories. I highly recommend this, it really is worth the money.
Margaret Corcoran on 04/26/2015 04:16pm
Great I am the first to put in a review on this great long book. So many great authors come togrther to write some wonderful stories. I highly recommend this, it really is worth the money.

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