Welcoming BJ Wane to my blog and her latest book Dangerous Interference.
After her sister goes missing, Alena Malloy travels to Blue Springs, Maine—her sister’s last known location—to track her down. As she begins her search, however, Alena’s efforts quickly bring her into conflict with Randy Janzen, the local sheriff, and Nash Osbourne, a Scotland Yard detective involved in the case due to its similarity with a recent disappearance in the UK.
Randy and Nash make it quite clear to Alena that they expect her to avoid interfering with their work, and when she defies them one time too many she earns herself a painful, embarrassing spanking. The humiliating punishment ignites a powerful desire in Alena, and despite her sore backside she finds herself yearning to be mastered more thoroughly.
The two stern, handsome lawmen agree to share Alena, and soon enough she is begging for more. But when Alena’s continued meddling in the investigation puts her life in grave danger, will Randy and Nash be able to protect her?
Publisher’s Note: Dangerous Interference includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.
She knew what they intended before the first dual, sharp smacks landed on her cheeks and she jerked against the stinging heat. Biting her lip, she refused to cry out, or look up to see if the Hirsts or Carlee were watching, or question why what should be humiliating was so damned arousing.
“There’ll be more than three people watching this weekend,” Nash warned her as they both slapped her again, her skin warming nicely under his hand, her slit already glistening with proof of her arousal. The restless shift of her hips drew a smile from both of them, her impatience a come-on they couldn’t resist.
“Think you’ll be able to bend over like this in a room full of people who have an up-close seat to what we do to you? Without complaining,” he added with the next smack that set those soft, round globes to jiggling.
With the now familiar burn spreading over her butt and her sheath pulsing in tune to the painful throbbing encompassing her entire backside, she had no choice but to gasp, “Yes!” in acceptance. The truth was, at this point she doubted she could deny them anything, anytime, anywhere. Which would have her balking if she wasn’t in such dire need that increased with each blistering smack.
“Oh, good Lord,” she moaned when they shifted their aims to belabor the tender skin of the under curves of her buttocks. The steady barrage of double swats became almost too much to take in. Receiving twice the heat and pain all at once tossed her into a spiraling downfall that both excited and scared her.
“I hope so, Alena, because if you screw up, you won’t like the consequences.”
Nash sent a significant look between her legs where the visible proof of her pleasure couldn’t be missed, asking, “Are you sure of that, Randy?” as they delivered a couple of slaps on her thighs before palming her reddened flesh.
“With this one, I’ve never been sure of anything.”
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