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Long Shot blurb
Abby Delaney moves to Corbin’s Bend to work at her aunt’s antique store to recover from a painful divorce. She gets more than expected when she meets sexy, charming Harris Montgomery, a local businessman and tennis pro, a man who seems to be the exact opposite of her ex-husband. Through Harris, she discovers her submissive side when he introduces her to spanking good times, and she begins to trust herself again. But when the relationship progresses to a deeper level, she discovers Harris and her ex share more in common than she’d thought. With future happiness on the line, can she risk surrendering her heart on a long shot?
Long Shot Excerpt
In this scene, Harris, the hero, drops in unexpectedly at the antique store where Abby is arranging new inventory of vintage spanking implements. On impulse, Harris buys an antique spanking bench. He and Abby have met, but don’t know each well at this point:
“Would you like it delivered or will you carry it with you?” She sounded all-business now.
“I think I can handle it.”
“Would you like any paddles with that?” she asked in the same voice a burger flipper would suggest fries as an accompaniment.
“Good idea. Pick one out for me,” he replied. He already owned a cache of implements, but a strong curiosity demanded to see what she would choose.
“Oh, I doubt I’m the right person to do that.”
He approached her until he stood a step away. The scent of strawberries teased his nose. “I’ll give you a choice. You can select a paddle, or you can tell me why you didn’t tell your aunt the bench was for me.”
“I don’t know why.”
“That’s your answer?” He cocked his head and folded his arms.
She wet her lips and looked everywhere but at him. “What kind of paddle would you prefer?”
“What kind would you recommend?” he countered, knowing full well she had no idea of the differences.
“Well…” Abby moved to the wall where she’d hung the paddles with care on coat racks. “We have uh, this kind.” She pointed to a smooth wooden ping pong style.
“A solid choice to cover a lot of surface area,” he said. “What else?”
“This one has holes.” She gestured to another.
He shook his head. “Too stingy.” For a beginner. Abby might have a secret spanking fetish, but she was still a virgin, so to speak.
“They’re all here.” Blushing profusely, she swept a graceful arm across the row of paddles like Vanna White lighting up a new Wheel of Fortune puzzle. “And over there.” She gestured to a washstand upon which several more rested and hung from the carved towel holder.
“That one’s leather.” She unhooked more generous oblong-shaped one, and traced the edge before smoothing her hand over the flat surface. He’d been right about her liking for leather. He suppressed a grin and watched her caress the paddle blade. Her skin appeared pale next to the darkness of the hide, her nails on the short side, but painted pink. Spanked ass pink. He bit back a growl.
“Let me see.” Harris stepped over a pile of wadded newspapers. His cock pressed against the zipper of his jeans. He allowed his gaze to slide down to her chest, rising and falling. Her nipples formed beads underneath her ecru lace poet-style blouse. Leather and lace. Hard and soft. Masculine and feminine. Sexy.
He scanned her face. An answering desire swirled in her hazel eyes, but she wet her lips nervously. Seeing her tiny tongue flick over her lips cinched his intention. He’d offered to buy the bench on a whim, on a fantasy. But he would see her kneeling over it.
As he took the paddle, he allowed a finger to brush against the softness of hers. He squeezed the reinforced handle, testing the grip. Good fit. Abby’s mouth had parted, and her eyes riveted on the implement.
He snapped it against his thigh. CRACK! Abby jumped. His cock ached.
“This one.” He decided. “How much?” Didn’t matter. He’d pay any price. Seeing the fascination on her face made it worth any and every penny she asked.
“You don’t need to check with your aunt?” he teased.
“She gave me carte blanche to price smaller items.”
He pulled out his wallet and handed his credit card and the paddle. “I’ll carry the bench to the register.”
Abby scurried to the front and rang up his purchases, using both an old manual cash register and a very modern credit card scanner. With amusement, he watched as she wrapped the paddle in tissue paper as if it was a fine piece of china and then bagged it.
“Thank you for shopping at Auntie Q’s,” she said politely.
Harris tucked his swaddled purchase under his arm, then picked up the bench. She hurried ahead to open the door.
He peered down at her. “Have you ever been spanked, Abby Delaney?” he asked in low voice.