Friends!
Am crazy. Been working 16 hour days for two weeks. Not sleeping well. Have turned feral. Finding reality very amorphous.
But the new book is going to KICK ASS.
Love to you all, thanks so much for stopping in and reading my work. You all rock!
And my apologies to the wonderful people who commented last week and I totally forgot to respond. I am not myself. Totally caught up in another reality.
Hopefully, I’ll get this draft done shortly and will return to the land of the living.
Take care, kiddies! I hope you’re all getting spanked soundly and that you’re all having wonderful sex!!!
Michelle
Grabbing Fay by the wrist, Peter pulled her to him and kissed her before she could react. He momentarily lost his thread. Forgot about the game. She tasted so sweet, smelled so heavenly and felt so soft in his arms, he was instantly addicted. He had to mentally slap himself to stop from carrying her into the bedroom.
She pushed on his chest, then yielded, melting in his arms. Gripping his ass, she thrust her hips against him; his cock grew hard. She felt so good, it felt so right to kiss her. She worked out; her sinewy arms, taut buns and soft skin played havoc with his libido.
She made little animal noises in the back of her throat; his tool grew even harder. He groaned, commandeering her mouth. Twisting her tongue in his, he gripped the back of her neck to hold her close.
Hello? Earth to Peter? This little girl ruined the last week of your life!
He pulled away with a smile. Going for a smug grin, he hoped he covered for his loss of control. “Lesson number two, don’t take on someone stronger and smarter than you.”
Her gaze sharpened, her jaw set, she raised her arm to hit him.
He grabbed her wrist easily. “Now, now. You don’t want to start that again, do you? Let this be a warning to you, Miss Wright, stop your games or you will get hurt. I’m a nice man compared to many of my colleagues—they’d settle their dispute in a courtroom. But I’ll let you go for now. But if I hear anything about your shenanigans, I will hunt you down and make you very sorry for your transgressions. Do we understand each other?”
She pushed away, wiped her mouth and spat dramatically on the floor. “Yeah, I get you. Just stay out of my way, Jerkface.”
“You will call my ex-wife and tell her that you quit.”
“Don’t have to. Job is all complete. All she wanted was to ruin your little affair with the marketing bimbo.”
“Tami is not a bimbo.”
“Yes, she is. No, you’re right, technically, she is smart. Not that I care about protecting you, but you’re damned lucky I got her away from you. All she wanted was a promotion. While she was really into you, she didn’t trust you for crap. She believed you cheated on Lily. She decided to date you long enough to get a good promotion or bonus. She figured you’d dump her and then as compensation, you’d reward her.”
“You’re lying.”
“Ask her. If she’ll speak to you.”
“Why would I believe anything you said?”
“I wouldn’t. But I have the tape if you want to listen to it. Taped a conversation she had with a buddy. She was into you, but knew you weren’t into her that much. She knew you only wanted a piece of tail.”
“I did not.”
“So what if you did? She was cute, I get it. But you should have looked past her exterior. I mean, at the first sign of danger, she splits on you? If she really liked you, she would have listened to you in that restaurant. She would have stuck by you. My performance wasn’t that good. She should have seen through it. You did, didn’t you?”
Each point hit home. He hated the fact that she was right, but he wasn’t the kind of man to deny an opponent their point. “Yes.”
She sighed and looked at the check in her hand. She worked her mouth. After a long pause, she handed it to him. “I already got paid for the job. Here.”
“I want you to give up that heinous occupation.”
“No. Look, you won a point; I won a point. We’re even. Now let’s go our separate ways, shall we?”
“I won’t let you hurt my friends. I’ll have you watched.”
“Why do you insist on continuing this? I gave you a way out. And I am being generous here, letting this all go. You annihilated my ass. But I did ruin the last week of your life, so I get that. So we’re even as far as I’m concerned. But don’t push it, buddy.”
He laughed. “Are you warning me?”
“Yes. And you’re damn lucky I am. And it’s only because of my own bloody ethics— which I will admit are far and few between. But one of my tenets is that I only attack guys who are total creeps. At first, I thought you were a kinda user, but the more I studied you, I realized that you adhere to a set of morals. Some I disagree with, but still, you have ethics. I admire that. And I think you might actually be telling me the truth about cheating on your wife.”
“I am.”
“Still, that does not change our relationship. You and I are done. Just walk away, man. Really. Don’t keep tabs on me, don’t spy on me. Don’t take me on. Please. I don’t want to hurt you. I think there might be a nice guy somewhere inside you. And I don’t like hurting nice guys.”
“But you will.”
“Oh, yes. Make no mistake. You take me on and it will be one of the worst decisions of your life.”
He tried to stifle a smile. “That I believe.”
She pursed her lips and put her hands on her hips. “You’re still comin’ after me, aren’t you?”
“I haven’t decided yet. Let’s say you made your case well.”
“Good. You know, you aren’t a bad guy. And if you hadn’t just spanked the crap out of me, I’d feel bad about what I did to you. But I don’t. Not now. Now we’re even. Even if you told the truth about Lily and you.”
“I did. But I don’t feel even.”
“You can’t feel my ass.”
“I did and it felt great.”
“Don’t. Don’t flirt with me. We’re done. All that kissing and spanking and me getting involved with your life. We’re done. You got that?”
“You enjoyed that kiss as much as I did.”
“So? I’m not a guy, I’m not a slave to my hormones. Yeah, we have chemistry. If we made the stupid mistake of taking this further, it would be a disaster. Great sex interspersed with knock-down, drag-out fights. I’m not into drama. Well...” She laughed and rolled her eyes. “Yes, I got my degree in it, my job is plenty dramatic, but I don’t like drama in my relationships. Work, fine, real life, no. And honey, you are one huge action-adventure flick. No, thanks.”
“I haven’t even asked you out and you’re turning me down.”
“The look in your eye says it all. And so did that kiss. You were the one who kissed me, you initiated it, bud. The hormones hit you first.”
“You followed rather exuberantly and enthusiastically.”
“Yes, I did.”
“All right. You can go, but first, let me clarify something. Don’t let our paths cross again with this job of yours. If it’s in my face, I’m going to do something about it.”
©2011, Michelle Carlyle
Friday, February 25, 2011
Friday, February 18, 2011
Revenge, Inc. Part Five
Hello Out There In Cyberspace!
How are my spanky friends doing today? Well, California finally caught up with the rest of the country, our summer in winter is over and it’s cold and rainy and NASTY outside. So all my friends back east should be pleased. We aren’t suffering like you guys did, but it’s freakin’ cold out. 46 Farenheit might not be cold for you, but it’s cold for the San Francisco Bay Area. And cold for me.
Hubby and I celebrated our 19th wedding anniversary on Tuesday. Instead of the fancy restaurant we planned to go to, I got sick and made soup. So we had soup and watched TV for our anniversary and Hubby was so tired, he barely said two words to me. Wedded Bliss! It’s okay. We had a great weekend last weekend. The weather was spectacular (high sixties and clear) and we took a long walk along the Baylands and ate amazing cheap food downtown. Love living in the Bay Area!
So here is the next installment of Revenge Inc, soon to be found in A Straightjacket of Lies. I hope you enjoy!
Have a great weekend and stay warm!
Michelle
Fay’s rear end burned like someone had ignited it with a torch. But that wasn’t where her focus was, all her attention was on the super tall hunk who was currently kissing her.
Freakin’ idiot! What are you doing? This man is the enemy!
A split second later, all thoughts evaporated. Peter tasted divine, he was so tall. His strong arms around her, his commanding kiss, dominating her mouth, her body. Lust zapped her; huge lightning bolts of joy electrified her sex. Wow! This guy was a powerhouse!
Fay, wake up! The man is manipulating you! How blind and stupid are you? He spanked you, humiliated you and here you are letting him kiss you? Outrageous!
She pushed on his chest, wound up and punched his gorgeous square jaw. His head snapped back and his blue gaze turned to flames.
Amazing how fast a man that size could move. She didn’t even see him come for her. All at once, she was in the air. The next second, she was across his lap in an inexorable hold, her pants around her ankles.
Awesome strikes sizzled her tender behind. “Yeee-ow! Stop, you big bully!”
As an answer, he swatted her a hard one across both buns. “You obviously missed my earlier lesson in crossing me, so here’s another!” A machine-gun report of searing spanks blazed her rear.
“Ow ow ow ow! Stop!”
“Not yet,” he said, peppering her behind with a series of red-hot swats.
His spanking sent wave upon wave of agony rippling through her. Her tender behind was already so sore from his earlier spanking, she had no idea how much more she could endure. Not that she had a choice.
After strafing her entire behind and the back of her thighs with his formidable and large hand for several long moments, he stopped.
She continued howling. The pain slowly started to ebb. She longed to rub her blistered behind.
Finally, she calmed some. “Are you going to let me up?”
“Not until we get a few things straight.”
“Let me guess, you want me to leave you alone.”
“Not only that, all my friends, too.”
“How the hell can I know who your friends—ow!” she cried from a terrible swat.
“You know who they are, you found out all about me.”
“But that’s my whole client list! I work only from recommendations. How the hell am I supposed to make my rent?”
“That’s your problem. Get a real job, why don’t you?”
“Easy for you to say, your job wasn’t eliminated because the state government doesn’t care about our schools or a breadth of education. I was a good drama teacher and they fired me! I can’t get another job! This is all I have! And I’m barely making enough money as it is.”
He spanked her so hard, her cries were as loud as a police siren. “Stop!” she begged.
He whacked her a good one. “You started a rotten business! All because you couldn’t stand up to your ex-husband!”
“You jerk! I loved him and he cheated on me! He humiliated me! He slept with one of my students as soon as she turned eighteen! He left me for one of my stupid students and you fault me for going after him? He had all the money! He took me for everything because he had a better lawyer and he started it all! He got the house, the vacation house, everything because I couldn’t afford to keep them up. Don’t go judging me when you don’t know the whole story.”
“I can only judge you on your actions and your actions are deplorable,” he said, swatting her soundly.
“Ow!”
He yanked up on her pants and set her on her feet. The confident and amused grin on his face made her want to punch him again. But her ass hurt so badly, just flexing her muscles to steady her feet was agony. She forced her arm to her side.
“Good choice,” he said with a sharp nod.
She almost hit him again.
“Now, Miss Troublemaker, you’re going to quit your job and find another.”
He reached into his jacket pocket and withdrew a small black case. Opening it, he took out a pen and scribbled something inside. She realized the pad of paper was his checkbook. He tore off a check and handed it to her. Ten grand. Just like that, he writes a damn check for ten grand.
Fury boiled her insides. So he thought she could be bought off, did he? She made a move to tear up the check, but stopped before the paper ripped. Wait a minute here. Wait just a goddamned minute. If she wanted revenge on the guy, why was she refusing his cash? The dude just handed her ten grand. She’d take the damn money and use it to ruin his life.
Oh, this just got better and better.
A plan was brewing inside her darling head, Peter could see it. The wheels turning, she hadn’t given up the game. He inwardly smiled. This was going to be fun. She thought she was smarter than he. Thought he couldn’t read her. A serious miscalculation. He had an arsenal at his disposal she couldn’t even imagine.
“Do we understand each other, Miss Wright?”
She blinked at him, at attempt at looking innocent. Then her brow furrowed, her mouth twisted, her attention went back to the check. “Yeah. You win, okay.”
“You wouldn’t be lying to me, would you? You know what I do to liars?”
“I can guess,” she muttered.
“Good. I’ll be checking on you.”
“I’m sure you will. Can I go now?”
“Yes. But first, I need to straighten something out.”
Her eyes dilated, she took a step towards the door; clearly worried another spanking was forthcoming.
Grabbing her by the wrist, he pulled her to him and kissed her before she could react.
©2011, Michelle Carlyle
How are my spanky friends doing today? Well, California finally caught up with the rest of the country, our summer in winter is over and it’s cold and rainy and NASTY outside. So all my friends back east should be pleased. We aren’t suffering like you guys did, but it’s freakin’ cold out. 46 Farenheit might not be cold for you, but it’s cold for the San Francisco Bay Area. And cold for me.
Hubby and I celebrated our 19th wedding anniversary on Tuesday. Instead of the fancy restaurant we planned to go to, I got sick and made soup. So we had soup and watched TV for our anniversary and Hubby was so tired, he barely said two words to me. Wedded Bliss! It’s okay. We had a great weekend last weekend. The weather was spectacular (high sixties and clear) and we took a long walk along the Baylands and ate amazing cheap food downtown. Love living in the Bay Area!
So here is the next installment of Revenge Inc, soon to be found in A Straightjacket of Lies. I hope you enjoy!
Have a great weekend and stay warm!
Michelle
Fay’s rear end burned like someone had ignited it with a torch. But that wasn’t where her focus was, all her attention was on the super tall hunk who was currently kissing her.
Freakin’ idiot! What are you doing? This man is the enemy!
A split second later, all thoughts evaporated. Peter tasted divine, he was so tall. His strong arms around her, his commanding kiss, dominating her mouth, her body. Lust zapped her; huge lightning bolts of joy electrified her sex. Wow! This guy was a powerhouse!
Fay, wake up! The man is manipulating you! How blind and stupid are you? He spanked you, humiliated you and here you are letting him kiss you? Outrageous!
She pushed on his chest, wound up and punched his gorgeous square jaw. His head snapped back and his blue gaze turned to flames.
Amazing how fast a man that size could move. She didn’t even see him come for her. All at once, she was in the air. The next second, she was across his lap in an inexorable hold, her pants around her ankles.
Awesome strikes sizzled her tender behind. “Yeee-ow! Stop, you big bully!”
As an answer, he swatted her a hard one across both buns. “You obviously missed my earlier lesson in crossing me, so here’s another!” A machine-gun report of searing spanks blazed her rear.
“Ow ow ow ow! Stop!”
“Not yet,” he said, peppering her behind with a series of red-hot swats.
His spanking sent wave upon wave of agony rippling through her. Her tender behind was already so sore from his earlier spanking, she had no idea how much more she could endure. Not that she had a choice.
After strafing her entire behind and the back of her thighs with his formidable and large hand for several long moments, he stopped.
She continued howling. The pain slowly started to ebb. She longed to rub her blistered behind.
Finally, she calmed some. “Are you going to let me up?”
“Not until we get a few things straight.”
“Let me guess, you want me to leave you alone.”
“Not only that, all my friends, too.”
“How the hell can I know who your friends—ow!” she cried from a terrible swat.
“You know who they are, you found out all about me.”
“But that’s my whole client list! I work only from recommendations. How the hell am I supposed to make my rent?”
“That’s your problem. Get a real job, why don’t you?”
“Easy for you to say, your job wasn’t eliminated because the state government doesn’t care about our schools or a breadth of education. I was a good drama teacher and they fired me! I can’t get another job! This is all I have! And I’m barely making enough money as it is.”
He spanked her so hard, her cries were as loud as a police siren. “Stop!” she begged.
He whacked her a good one. “You started a rotten business! All because you couldn’t stand up to your ex-husband!”
“You jerk! I loved him and he cheated on me! He humiliated me! He slept with one of my students as soon as she turned eighteen! He left me for one of my stupid students and you fault me for going after him? He had all the money! He took me for everything because he had a better lawyer and he started it all! He got the house, the vacation house, everything because I couldn’t afford to keep them up. Don’t go judging me when you don’t know the whole story.”
“I can only judge you on your actions and your actions are deplorable,” he said, swatting her soundly.
“Ow!”
He yanked up on her pants and set her on her feet. The confident and amused grin on his face made her want to punch him again. But her ass hurt so badly, just flexing her muscles to steady her feet was agony. She forced her arm to her side.
“Good choice,” he said with a sharp nod.
She almost hit him again.
“Now, Miss Troublemaker, you’re going to quit your job and find another.”
He reached into his jacket pocket and withdrew a small black case. Opening it, he took out a pen and scribbled something inside. She realized the pad of paper was his checkbook. He tore off a check and handed it to her. Ten grand. Just like that, he writes a damn check for ten grand.
Fury boiled her insides. So he thought she could be bought off, did he? She made a move to tear up the check, but stopped before the paper ripped. Wait a minute here. Wait just a goddamned minute. If she wanted revenge on the guy, why was she refusing his cash? The dude just handed her ten grand. She’d take the damn money and use it to ruin his life.
Oh, this just got better and better.
A plan was brewing inside her darling head, Peter could see it. The wheels turning, she hadn’t given up the game. He inwardly smiled. This was going to be fun. She thought she was smarter than he. Thought he couldn’t read her. A serious miscalculation. He had an arsenal at his disposal she couldn’t even imagine.
“Do we understand each other, Miss Wright?”
She blinked at him, at attempt at looking innocent. Then her brow furrowed, her mouth twisted, her attention went back to the check. “Yeah. You win, okay.”
“You wouldn’t be lying to me, would you? You know what I do to liars?”
“I can guess,” she muttered.
“Good. I’ll be checking on you.”
“I’m sure you will. Can I go now?”
“Yes. But first, I need to straighten something out.”
Her eyes dilated, she took a step towards the door; clearly worried another spanking was forthcoming.
Grabbing her by the wrist, he pulled her to him and kissed her before she could react.
©2011, Michelle Carlyle
Friday, February 11, 2011
Revenge, Inc, Part Four
Hey Spankos!
Hope you have a great weekend. Just sent my new book, Rulebreakers, to Reesa for publishing, should be out in the next few months. I’ll keep you updated. And now, I must return to editing my next book “Insert Awesome Title Here.” Blanking for right now on what to call it. But I’ll come up with something. I always do. But clearly I need more tea.
Here is the next part of the story called Revenge Inc, soon to be found in my upcoming release, Straightjacket of Lies. Which I will edit after “Insert Awesome Title Here.”
Hugs to all you wonderful people out there!
Michelle
“Interesting job. How can you sleep at night?” came a deep voice from behind her, startling her.
Fay jumped and spun in place. She couldn’t believe it. Peter Madden, standing right there in the doorway to the suite’s bedroom.
All at once it hit her. This was a set-up. Her eyes darted to the door.
He followed her line of sight and quickly moved to block the exit. “Oh, no, you don’t. You and I are going to have a little talk.”
“I’m not saying anything to you. You let me out of here. This is false imprisonment.”
He took out a remote and turned on the TV. Fay appeared on the screen from just minutes before.
“I’m sure the police would find your activities very interesting. Don’t you?”
She narrowed her eyes and pointed at him. “Look, you creep. If you hadn’t cheated on Lily and humiliated her and tried to take her kids from her, none of this would have happened. You just got what was coming to you, that’s all. You need to take this up with your ex-wife, not me. I was just the messenger.”
“Nice speech. Won’t work. I don’t want revenge on her, I want it on you.”
“Why me?”
“Because you were the one who ruined my date with Tiffany.”
She laughed. “Anyone who would date a woman named Tiffany deserves to have the date ruined. Miss Perky-Butt-Twenty-Something deserves better than you, anyway. I did her a favor.”
His jaw hardened, his gaze turned to molten lava. “I am going to teach you a lesson in research. As in, you’d better do your homework before you go after someone. I never cheated on my wife. She made all that up.”
Fay snorted. “It was all over the papers, dude. Stop denying it.”
A muscle in his cheek twitched. “That’s because she set me up, so she could get the kids and my money. You’re not the only person she hired to ruin me. The other guy was better. I never found him. You were easy. My world isn’t large and you’ve made some good friends of mine very angry. I’m sure they’d love to know who you are.”
She stuck out her jaw. “I’m just doing a job. Making a living. You’re the idiots who couldn’t get along with your wives. Maybe you should have picked a better wife. Or treated her better.”
His intense gaze unwavering, his face hard as granite, he moved towards her.
Trying to intimidate her. The jerk. She tried not to show any fear, but her belly did flip-flops, sweat broke out all over her body. She balled her fists to stop her hands from shaking.
She stepped towards the bedroom door, he blocked her way, his gaze fixed on her. She got the feeling she was the mouse and he was a hungry cat.
Wait a minute, why was she so scared? What could he do?
“No, I’m not running from you, buddy.” She straightened and took a bold step towards him. “What? You want to fight? I’ll freakin’ take you on. You picked the wrong chick to intimidate. I did nothing wrong. Just did a service. And from what I gather about you, it was a service that was greatly deserved.”
He stopped and grinned. “Good. This will make my job that much more satisfying. By the time I get done with you, I can guarantee you, you will think twice before you do this to another man.”
“Blah, blah, blah. Come on, you chicken, take the first swing, I dare you,” she said, assuming a defensive posture.
He laughed. “This is priceless. Come on, do you really think you’re any match for me?”
“The bigger they are the harder they—” She stopped and looked over his shoulder. “Your girlfriend’s back.”
The idiot actually turned around. By the time he turned back, she was in mid-air.
She nailed him in the jaw with her right foot. As he reeled back, she kicked up with her left and sent him to the ground.
She launched off the floor once more and came down, intending to kick him in the face just one last time. Hopefully dazing him enough so she could laugh and leave.
Just as her foot touched his jaw, he reached up so fast, she didn’t see his hands move. The next thing she knew, she was eating carpet.
Before she could move, she was in mid-air, his vise-like grip immobilizing her. Two large steps of his and they were at the suite’s couch. A split second later, he was sitting and she was across his lap. One arm behind her back, the other pinned underneath her, she couldn’t move.
“You let me up, you big—what are you doing?” she demanded as she felt a hard tug on the back of her pants. When air rushed over her suddenly bare behind, his plan became all too clear. “You’d better not!”
His first strike took her breath away. Across both buns, the sting was beyond painful. She couldn’t get her head around the situation. How had this happened? How the hell did she end up over one of her victim’s laps? She was better than this!
Rapid fire, the man delivered a series of punishing swats all over her poor, vulnerable rear end. Pain seared her ass, sending shockwaves of agony throughout her body. She struggled, but that only made him increase the intensity of his spanks. She let out a howl that would wake the dead. To which he chortled with victorious guffaws.
“This is fun!” he crowed, spanking one bun then the other.
Each strike burned like nothing ever had. Who knew spankings could hurt this badly?
Tears stung her eyes, she kicked her feet, her rage exploding. She would ruin this man’s life and she’d use everything at her disposal to do it.
The slaps followed by her screams filled the room. Where was security? Could someone just get away with an assault like this?
Soon, she couldn’t get a thought straight in her mind, all focus went to pain management. His rhythm was ceaseless, the power to his swats, awe-inspiring. The sharpness of each swat blazed her nerves. His firm hand barbecued her poor ass.
All at once, she was on her feet, facing him. She went to punch him, he grabbed her arm and got her in a very painful hold. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you. Unless you want more? You want more?”
“No! No, please, no! Don’t! I won’t hit you! I’m sorry.”
“That I don’t believe for a minute,” he said, spinning her around to face him. He was so close, she could see his stubble.
She caught his scent, the feral edge to his gaze and even though her ass was throbbing, something about his awesome looks tripped her up for a second. Up close, the man was nothing less than a god.
Why was she noticing?
His features, hard with vengeance, suddenly softened. His gaze dropped to her lips. And before she knew it, the man had kissed her.
©2011, Michelle Carlyle
Hope you have a great weekend. Just sent my new book, Rulebreakers, to Reesa for publishing, should be out in the next few months. I’ll keep you updated. And now, I must return to editing my next book “Insert Awesome Title Here.” Blanking for right now on what to call it. But I’ll come up with something. I always do. But clearly I need more tea.
Here is the next part of the story called Revenge Inc, soon to be found in my upcoming release, Straightjacket of Lies. Which I will edit after “Insert Awesome Title Here.”
Hugs to all you wonderful people out there!
Michelle
“Interesting job. How can you sleep at night?” came a deep voice from behind her, startling her.
Fay jumped and spun in place. She couldn’t believe it. Peter Madden, standing right there in the doorway to the suite’s bedroom.
All at once it hit her. This was a set-up. Her eyes darted to the door.
He followed her line of sight and quickly moved to block the exit. “Oh, no, you don’t. You and I are going to have a little talk.”
“I’m not saying anything to you. You let me out of here. This is false imprisonment.”
He took out a remote and turned on the TV. Fay appeared on the screen from just minutes before.
“I’m sure the police would find your activities very interesting. Don’t you?”
She narrowed her eyes and pointed at him. “Look, you creep. If you hadn’t cheated on Lily and humiliated her and tried to take her kids from her, none of this would have happened. You just got what was coming to you, that’s all. You need to take this up with your ex-wife, not me. I was just the messenger.”
“Nice speech. Won’t work. I don’t want revenge on her, I want it on you.”
“Why me?”
“Because you were the one who ruined my date with Tiffany.”
She laughed. “Anyone who would date a woman named Tiffany deserves to have the date ruined. Miss Perky-Butt-Twenty-Something deserves better than you, anyway. I did her a favor.”
His jaw hardened, his gaze turned to molten lava. “I am going to teach you a lesson in research. As in, you’d better do your homework before you go after someone. I never cheated on my wife. She made all that up.”
Fay snorted. “It was all over the papers, dude. Stop denying it.”
A muscle in his cheek twitched. “That’s because she set me up, so she could get the kids and my money. You’re not the only person she hired to ruin me. The other guy was better. I never found him. You were easy. My world isn’t large and you’ve made some good friends of mine very angry. I’m sure they’d love to know who you are.”
She stuck out her jaw. “I’m just doing a job. Making a living. You’re the idiots who couldn’t get along with your wives. Maybe you should have picked a better wife. Or treated her better.”
His intense gaze unwavering, his face hard as granite, he moved towards her.
Trying to intimidate her. The jerk. She tried not to show any fear, but her belly did flip-flops, sweat broke out all over her body. She balled her fists to stop her hands from shaking.
She stepped towards the bedroom door, he blocked her way, his gaze fixed on her. She got the feeling she was the mouse and he was a hungry cat.
Wait a minute, why was she so scared? What could he do?
“No, I’m not running from you, buddy.” She straightened and took a bold step towards him. “What? You want to fight? I’ll freakin’ take you on. You picked the wrong chick to intimidate. I did nothing wrong. Just did a service. And from what I gather about you, it was a service that was greatly deserved.”
He stopped and grinned. “Good. This will make my job that much more satisfying. By the time I get done with you, I can guarantee you, you will think twice before you do this to another man.”
“Blah, blah, blah. Come on, you chicken, take the first swing, I dare you,” she said, assuming a defensive posture.
He laughed. “This is priceless. Come on, do you really think you’re any match for me?”
“The bigger they are the harder they—” She stopped and looked over his shoulder. “Your girlfriend’s back.”
The idiot actually turned around. By the time he turned back, she was in mid-air.
She nailed him in the jaw with her right foot. As he reeled back, she kicked up with her left and sent him to the ground.
She launched off the floor once more and came down, intending to kick him in the face just one last time. Hopefully dazing him enough so she could laugh and leave.
Just as her foot touched his jaw, he reached up so fast, she didn’t see his hands move. The next thing she knew, she was eating carpet.
Before she could move, she was in mid-air, his vise-like grip immobilizing her. Two large steps of his and they were at the suite’s couch. A split second later, he was sitting and she was across his lap. One arm behind her back, the other pinned underneath her, she couldn’t move.
“You let me up, you big—what are you doing?” she demanded as she felt a hard tug on the back of her pants. When air rushed over her suddenly bare behind, his plan became all too clear. “You’d better not!”
His first strike took her breath away. Across both buns, the sting was beyond painful. She couldn’t get her head around the situation. How had this happened? How the hell did she end up over one of her victim’s laps? She was better than this!
Rapid fire, the man delivered a series of punishing swats all over her poor, vulnerable rear end. Pain seared her ass, sending shockwaves of agony throughout her body. She struggled, but that only made him increase the intensity of his spanks. She let out a howl that would wake the dead. To which he chortled with victorious guffaws.
“This is fun!” he crowed, spanking one bun then the other.
Each strike burned like nothing ever had. Who knew spankings could hurt this badly?
Tears stung her eyes, she kicked her feet, her rage exploding. She would ruin this man’s life and she’d use everything at her disposal to do it.
The slaps followed by her screams filled the room. Where was security? Could someone just get away with an assault like this?
Soon, she couldn’t get a thought straight in her mind, all focus went to pain management. His rhythm was ceaseless, the power to his swats, awe-inspiring. The sharpness of each swat blazed her nerves. His firm hand barbecued her poor ass.
All at once, she was on her feet, facing him. She went to punch him, he grabbed her arm and got her in a very painful hold. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you. Unless you want more? You want more?”
“No! No, please, no! Don’t! I won’t hit you! I’m sorry.”
“That I don’t believe for a minute,” he said, spinning her around to face him. He was so close, she could see his stubble.
She caught his scent, the feral edge to his gaze and even though her ass was throbbing, something about his awesome looks tripped her up for a second. Up close, the man was nothing less than a god.
Why was she noticing?
His features, hard with vengeance, suddenly softened. His gaze dropped to her lips. And before she knew it, the man had kissed her.
©2011, Michelle Carlyle
Friday, February 4, 2011
Revenge, Inc, Part Three
Hey Spanky Friends!
Man, have I been busy getting my next book, Rulebreakers, ready for release. Found the coolest cover, but Kindle won’t print it because it features a naked chick’s behind with a man’s hand on it. Bummer! So back to the drawing board. Should find a suitable replacement, but I really liked that one! Oh, well.
Working hard at getting my next three books together for you guys. I can’t wait to get them released and out to you! Yay!!! Spanky fiction!
So my latest vanilla novel have been read by all the top editors in NY and they all loved it—BUT they don’t want to buy it because my characters are larger-than-life (like yours truly) and they don’t think that the average romance reader could relate to them. So, I’m either going to publish with Newsite (Discipline and Desire) because Reesa is starting a line of vanilla romances or I’m going to self-publish and hawk the books myself. The publishing world is changing fast, my friends. Did you know that more e-books sold last year than paperbacks? The traditional publishers are reacting to the changing paradigm exactly like the record industry has. They are only looking for million-dollar sellers and are allowing the most tepid, vanilla boring crap to be produced for the mass market. But I am riding the new wave and will do well with it. Onward!
Speaking of the new wave, here is today’s chapter of Revenge, Inc. This story is featured in my upcoming book, Straightjacket of Lies.
Have a fantastic Superbowl weekend and for all my friends in the snow—I’m sorry! You poor little icy cold things! Have some hot chocolate on me!
Hugs to you all,
Michelle
Fay finished filling out her deposits. Eight grand, more than she’d made in a week in years. So cool! Finally, a business that worked!
Mitzi popped her head in the door to her office. “You going to the bank now?”
“Yeah. What do we have on for tonight?”
Her partner leaned against the doorjamb. “New account meeting. A Mrs. Wellington.”
Fay nodded, tapping her pencil on top of her desk. “Sounds rich. Anything else?”
“Nope. We see her at six until seven and then we’re free.”
“Cool, I want to catch up on some tube and take a bath.”
“Sounds good. Brad’s taking me out to celebrate our success.”
“Does he know what we’re doing yet?”
Mitzi laughed. “Oh, God, no. He’d divorce me.”
“Really?”
“Let me put it this way, it wouldn’t be pretty.”
“I’m glad I’m single. So what does he think we’re doing?”
“Event planning.”
Fay laughed. “Well, that isn’t a lie.”
Mitzi sent her a smug smile. “I know. Clever, aren’t I?”
“Very. Say, why don’t you let me do the initial interview and you and Brad can start off early on your date?”
“Really?”
“Yeah, why not? I can handle it. Where are we meeting the woman?”
“Marriott on Fourth. Hotel room. She wanted to be discreet. I got all the info here. Room 1411. Supposed to go on up when you got there.”
“Perfect, afterwards I’ll stop by the mall and pick up some take out on the way home.”
At six o’clock on the dot, Fay knocked on Mrs. Wellington’s door. A tall, slender blonde woman answered.
“Fay Wright?” she asked. Her voice was deep and husky. She wore black business suit, Gucci, if Fay wasn’t mistaken.
“Yes.”
“Do come in.” The woman stepped out of the way and allowed Fay to pass. Nice two-room suite with a breathtaking view of the City skyline.
Mrs. Wellington gestured towards two chairs in the corner. “Please sit down. Can I get you a drink?”
“No, thanks.”
The woman sat opposite her in the suite’s living room area.
“Well, Mrs. Wellington, what can I do for you?”
“I’m a friend of Lily Madden’s.”
“Ah, yes.”
“I heard you did her a… um, favor.”
“Yes, I did.”
The woman suddenly brightened. “Did you really embarrass Peter in the middle of Fleur?”
Fay grinned. “Oh, yeah.”
“So how do you… what exactly do you do in these cases? I heard you have an acting background.”
“Yeah, I was a drama teacher until California public schools decided that drama was an extracurricular class they didn’t need. Well, some still offer it, but mostly it’s a dying elective.”
“That’s too bad. So you decided to… how did you get into this?”
Fay shifted in her seat, getting more comfortable. “I taught the child of one of my initial clients. When I lost my job, we stayed in touch, you know, Christmas cards. After my horrible divorce, my husband got everything and I wasn’t too happy about that. So I… went after him. Not formally, because he always won in court, but… behind the scenes. And I mentioned this to Georgia and she loved the idea and hired me to do the same thing to her ex. Only since he didn’t know me, I was able to take her revenge to a higher level. I basically did the same thing to Peter Madden. Accosted him when he was out dating. And then she told her friends and here you are. And here I am. Now tell me, how badly do you want your husband to suffer? And what did he do to you?”
Her delicate brow rose. “Why do you need to know that?”
“Helps motivate me. What your friend Lily told me about Madden, that was plenty motivation. I really only like to attack the more odious guys. But of course, for money, I’ll go after anyone you like. Nothing traceable, of course.”
Mrs. Wellington nodded. “Of course. And you haven’t been caught or—”
“God no. I don’t travel in your circles, so I won’t be likely to run into anyone you know or your husband knows. And this will be our only face-to-face meeting. You tell me what you’d like done, I’ll tell you my price.”
“How far are you willing to go?”
“I won’t hurt him physically. I won’t do anything that will ruin his business, I mean, like stealing or anything very illegal. Basically, all I do is cause a string of bad luck events to happen to him. Cancelled flights, cancelled services, cancelled credit cards at inopportune times, like when he’s seeing his new girlfriend. Basically, I ruin his relationships with his new women. I work mainly in humiliation.”
“You sound like just the girl for me.”
A cell phone rang. Mrs. Wellington reached for her purse and took out her phone. “Yes? What? Wait, I can’t hear you. Let me call you right back.” She turned to Fay. “I need to talk to this person and the only signal I can get is out in the hallway in front of that window near the elevator. Will you excuse me?”
“Sure.”
Mrs. Wellington got up and left the room. Fay wandered over to the window.
“Interesting job. How can you sleep at night?” came a deep voice from behind her, startling her.
She jumped and spun in place. She couldn’t believe it. Peter Madden, standing right there in the doorway to the suite’s bedroom.
©2011, Michelle Carlyle
Man, have I been busy getting my next book, Rulebreakers, ready for release. Found the coolest cover, but Kindle won’t print it because it features a naked chick’s behind with a man’s hand on it. Bummer! So back to the drawing board. Should find a suitable replacement, but I really liked that one! Oh, well.
Working hard at getting my next three books together for you guys. I can’t wait to get them released and out to you! Yay!!! Spanky fiction!
So my latest vanilla novel have been read by all the top editors in NY and they all loved it—BUT they don’t want to buy it because my characters are larger-than-life (like yours truly) and they don’t think that the average romance reader could relate to them. So, I’m either going to publish with Newsite (Discipline and Desire) because Reesa is starting a line of vanilla romances or I’m going to self-publish and hawk the books myself. The publishing world is changing fast, my friends. Did you know that more e-books sold last year than paperbacks? The traditional publishers are reacting to the changing paradigm exactly like the record industry has. They are only looking for million-dollar sellers and are allowing the most tepid, vanilla boring crap to be produced for the mass market. But I am riding the new wave and will do well with it. Onward!
Speaking of the new wave, here is today’s chapter of Revenge, Inc. This story is featured in my upcoming book, Straightjacket of Lies.
Have a fantastic Superbowl weekend and for all my friends in the snow—I’m sorry! You poor little icy cold things! Have some hot chocolate on me!
Hugs to you all,
Michelle
Fay finished filling out her deposits. Eight grand, more than she’d made in a week in years. So cool! Finally, a business that worked!
Mitzi popped her head in the door to her office. “You going to the bank now?”
“Yeah. What do we have on for tonight?”
Her partner leaned against the doorjamb. “New account meeting. A Mrs. Wellington.”
Fay nodded, tapping her pencil on top of her desk. “Sounds rich. Anything else?”
“Nope. We see her at six until seven and then we’re free.”
“Cool, I want to catch up on some tube and take a bath.”
“Sounds good. Brad’s taking me out to celebrate our success.”
“Does he know what we’re doing yet?”
Mitzi laughed. “Oh, God, no. He’d divorce me.”
“Really?”
“Let me put it this way, it wouldn’t be pretty.”
“I’m glad I’m single. So what does he think we’re doing?”
“Event planning.”
Fay laughed. “Well, that isn’t a lie.”
Mitzi sent her a smug smile. “I know. Clever, aren’t I?”
“Very. Say, why don’t you let me do the initial interview and you and Brad can start off early on your date?”
“Really?”
“Yeah, why not? I can handle it. Where are we meeting the woman?”
“Marriott on Fourth. Hotel room. She wanted to be discreet. I got all the info here. Room 1411. Supposed to go on up when you got there.”
“Perfect, afterwards I’ll stop by the mall and pick up some take out on the way home.”
At six o’clock on the dot, Fay knocked on Mrs. Wellington’s door. A tall, slender blonde woman answered.
“Fay Wright?” she asked. Her voice was deep and husky. She wore black business suit, Gucci, if Fay wasn’t mistaken.
“Yes.”
“Do come in.” The woman stepped out of the way and allowed Fay to pass. Nice two-room suite with a breathtaking view of the City skyline.
Mrs. Wellington gestured towards two chairs in the corner. “Please sit down. Can I get you a drink?”
“No, thanks.”
The woman sat opposite her in the suite’s living room area.
“Well, Mrs. Wellington, what can I do for you?”
“I’m a friend of Lily Madden’s.”
“Ah, yes.”
“I heard you did her a… um, favor.”
“Yes, I did.”
The woman suddenly brightened. “Did you really embarrass Peter in the middle of Fleur?”
Fay grinned. “Oh, yeah.”
“So how do you… what exactly do you do in these cases? I heard you have an acting background.”
“Yeah, I was a drama teacher until California public schools decided that drama was an extracurricular class they didn’t need. Well, some still offer it, but mostly it’s a dying elective.”
“That’s too bad. So you decided to… how did you get into this?”
Fay shifted in her seat, getting more comfortable. “I taught the child of one of my initial clients. When I lost my job, we stayed in touch, you know, Christmas cards. After my horrible divorce, my husband got everything and I wasn’t too happy about that. So I… went after him. Not formally, because he always won in court, but… behind the scenes. And I mentioned this to Georgia and she loved the idea and hired me to do the same thing to her ex. Only since he didn’t know me, I was able to take her revenge to a higher level. I basically did the same thing to Peter Madden. Accosted him when he was out dating. And then she told her friends and here you are. And here I am. Now tell me, how badly do you want your husband to suffer? And what did he do to you?”
Her delicate brow rose. “Why do you need to know that?”
“Helps motivate me. What your friend Lily told me about Madden, that was plenty motivation. I really only like to attack the more odious guys. But of course, for money, I’ll go after anyone you like. Nothing traceable, of course.”
Mrs. Wellington nodded. “Of course. And you haven’t been caught or—”
“God no. I don’t travel in your circles, so I won’t be likely to run into anyone you know or your husband knows. And this will be our only face-to-face meeting. You tell me what you’d like done, I’ll tell you my price.”
“How far are you willing to go?”
“I won’t hurt him physically. I won’t do anything that will ruin his business, I mean, like stealing or anything very illegal. Basically, all I do is cause a string of bad luck events to happen to him. Cancelled flights, cancelled services, cancelled credit cards at inopportune times, like when he’s seeing his new girlfriend. Basically, I ruin his relationships with his new women. I work mainly in humiliation.”
“You sound like just the girl for me.”
A cell phone rang. Mrs. Wellington reached for her purse and took out her phone. “Yes? What? Wait, I can’t hear you. Let me call you right back.” She turned to Fay. “I need to talk to this person and the only signal I can get is out in the hallway in front of that window near the elevator. Will you excuse me?”
“Sure.”
Mrs. Wellington got up and left the room. Fay wandered over to the window.
“Interesting job. How can you sleep at night?” came a deep voice from behind her, startling her.
She jumped and spun in place. She couldn’t believe it. Peter Madden, standing right there in the doorway to the suite’s bedroom.
©2011, Michelle Carlyle
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