Welcome to the third day of the release of Body Politics, the third book in the Rod and Cane Society series. It’s feminist v. dom in an epic battle of sexes! Stephanie, a card-carrying feminist has been fixed up on a blind date with a chauvinist who believes in spanking women for discipline. They’re in a bar called Bottom’s Up and the cocktail waitress has convinced Stephanie to try a drink called the “bottom burner.”
To celebrate the release I’ll be giving away a $5 gift certificate to Loose Id EACH day (Jan. 8-11, 2013) to one lucky commenter. Winners will be chosen at the end of the week, so if you missed an earlier installment and still want to comment you can.
Body Politics Blurb
Feminist Stephanie Gordon knows the instant she meets blind date Mark DeLuca it’s not going to work. Sure the deputy chief of police is criminally sexy, but he’s arrogant, domineering and sexist. Thank goodness after the evening ends, she’ll never have to see him again.
A member of the Rod and Cane Society, an organization of men who spank, Mark DeLuca is attracted to Stephanie like a paddle to a well-rounded ass. He sees beneath the shield of feminist militancy to the soft, sensitive woman she tries to hide. When she storms away in a snit, the chase is on. Can a Dom convince a diehard feminist her true strength lies in submission?
The continuation of the story….
The waitress delivered their drinks. Mark drew on his beer as Stephanie hesitantly tasted her Bottom Burner. “What do you think?” he asked.
She tried it again. “A hint of sweetness. A little tartness…and, oh Gloria!” Her eyes widened, and she plunked the drink onto a napkin and fanned her face. “The waitress wasn’t kidding about the kick. What’s in this thing?”
“I don’t know.” He shook his head. “I’ve heard about it, but I’ve never tried it. Would you like bourbon instead?”
“Not yet.” She took another sip, then licked her lips, and his cock reacted. “It’s different, but it grows on you. Taste?” She held out her glass.
He placed his lips where hers had been. Liquid—part sweet, part tart, like she’d described—filled his mouth. Then came the after burn. He made a face. She giggled, the cutest sound he’d ever heard, and heat not caused by alcohol engulfed him. Fuck, everything she did went straight to his dick. You’d think he hadn’t been laid in…well, it had been a while, but the wood he was going to lug out of this joint had nothing to do with the length of time since his last sexual encounter and everything to do with her.
“What did Liz tell you about me?” he asked.
“She said you were divorced too. Brown hair, brown eyes.” She scanned his face as if verifying the information she’d been given was correct. “That you were in law enforcement. Are you a cop? A detective?”
“I’m the deputy chief of police.”
She formed a sexy oh with her lips. “Impressive.”
She was impressive, but if he told her so, she would assume he was hitting on her. She wouldn’t be far from wrong. He wanted to hit on her—in all the good ways. “I like to think I make a difference, but some days it’s a desk job.” He shrugged. “Tell me more about you. You said you founded…WAN, is it?”
She nodded. “Yes. I started the organization out of my apartment with one assertiveness training course. A friend from college joined me early on, and for a long time it was only us two. But now we’re incorporated as a nonprofit association and are located in the old city hall building downtown. We offer dozens of classes, rape and violence counseling, and support groups.”
Pride rang out in her voice, but then she twisted her mouth. “The downside is I now report to a board of directors. They all have good community connections, but I think some of them see it not as service but as a stepping-stone to further their careers or political aspirations. When I butt heads with certain members, I remind myself it’s about the women, not my ego.Elizabeth—Liz is one of the good ones.”
Mark chuckled. “I know what you mean. The chief usually deals with the police commission, but I’ve faced off on a few occasions.”
She folded a corner of her napkin. “Sorry for the long dissertation about my job. I’m sure you’re not interested in a women’s organization.”
He studied her face, taking in the arch of her brows, clear blue eyes, and a blush in her cheeks that caused him to imagine spanking her ass to the same hue, then having her stand in the corner with her glowing butt on display for his enjoyment. He shifted in his chair to ease his ache. “Why, because I’m a guy? You don’t think a man can support women’s initiatives?”
Color flooded her face, but she jutted her chin, and her gaze collided with his. “Most don’t.”
Who hurt you, kitten? Someone had taken a razor to her heart, and she’d been protecting herself behind a shield of militancy ever since. He did support women’s rights, would have no qualms about voting for a woman president. Men and women were equals. But they were different. No amount of posturing, no carefully worded rhetoric, no shouted slogans would change that.
“I’m not most men.”
“I’m sure you’re not,” she conceded politely, but her expression remained skeptical and cemented his hunch she’d been hurt.
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No, Mark isn’t most men, and Stephanie’s about to find out. Leave me a comment and your email and enter to win a $5 Loose Id gift certificate, then join me tomorrow for the final installment of Body Politics and a fourth chance to win!
Body Politics contains feminist indignation, old-fashioned courtship, hot sex and plenty of spanking! It’s available from Loose Id in all ebook formats. It will be a few weeks before it’s available on Amazon, Barnes & Nobel, ARe, etc. It’s the third book in the Rod and Cane series, but it can be read as a stand alone.