I have received a number of requests for the link to the Book Trailer Video for MALIBU HEAT and of course am very happy to oblige.  It does contain a short little spanking scene which I’m sure you’ll enjoy.

www.youtube.com/watch?v=QZfBPVuenwA

And just for fun, here’s an excerpt…

From  her  window, she’d  witnessed a  lot  of  women  come  and  go. Different ages, different models.   She wondered if he was a gigolo and his tennis pro image just a cover.  As far as she was concerned, he was certainly gorgeous enough to get paid for it.
The deep pile carpet felt good under her bare feet. She took in her surroundings. Gray leather sofa and matching chairs, with large burgundy pillows.  Marble coffee table with acceptable coffee table books.  Nice fireplace with requisite modern painting on the wall.  Soft blue/gray carpeting and paint. Tasteful, expensive, decorated.
“Tennis must be good to you,” she murmured, as she walked into the open kitchen area.  Gray carpet gave way to gray and red slate floors.
“Always has been,” he replied, pouring her juice and handing it to her.
Heather looked down at his boxer shorts, his only attire, as she took the glass  being offered her. She was sure she could see the beginnings of an erection. Suddenly, to Tony’s complete and utter shock, she grabbed the elastic waistband away from his stomach and spilled the juice down the front of his shorts.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing,” he yelled, jumping back.
Placing the glass hastily on the counter she dropped to her knees and yanked them down.  The sticky liquid had hit its mark, and she went to work, lapping at the juice dribbling down his extended shaft.  Stopping for a quick breath, she looked up at his astonished face.
“I like my juice on the cocks,” she giggled.
Tony felt the blood rush to his head.   Wherever she had learned to do what she was doing she had learned it well.  He succumbed to the pleasure, and balancing  himself with his hands on the counter, he breathed deeply as her tongue licked and lapped his growing member.
“Heather you are a bad, bad girl,” he mumbled.
His  hands  left  the  counter  and  moved  to  the  silkiness  of  her  hair. Gripping the long, blonde locks in both his hands, he pulled her to her feet and kissed her, gently at first, then roughly, bruising her mouth, his morning beard grazing her chin.
“You want to play, little girl? I’ll show you how to play.”
His voice was husky, his hands gripping her tresses like steel traps.  For a moment she was frightened, but suddenly it was heart thudding excitement. Excitement like she had never felt before. With  one  quick  movement  he  swept  her  up  and  carried  her  into  his bedroom. The  king sized bed,  still rumpled from his  night’s sleep, was sprinkled with sunlight piercing the thin window shades.  He threw her down. His boxers were long since gone, and his toned, well defined body towered over her. She thought he was the most luscious thing she’d ever seen.
He sat on the edge of the bed and put a finger to her lips.
“Not a word,” he whispered.
His eyes traveled down her face and rested on her breasts.  His hands came up and ripped open her skimpy summer shirt. The buttons flew.  She wasn’t wearing a bra, and her bounteous young breasts stared up at him invitingly.  He grabbed one in each hand and began to knead them, watching as her nipples became decidedly erect.  He pinched them lightly, tweaking them between his finger and thumb. She was panting, afraid to speak and she could feel her wetness growing between her legs. The guys she’d been with had been nothing like this.
He lowered his head, sucking each nipple in turn, then licked down her torso.  Her shorts were baggy, an elastic waistband barely tight enough to hold them up above her narrow hips.  He slid his hand down the front of them.
“No panties, Heather?” he scolded. “You really are a naughty girl.”
She moaned and wriggled as his fingers touched her sensitive little button.
“I can see what I’m  going to have to do with you before we go any further,” he said softly, a quiet threat in his voice.  “You came into my house and  accosted me, and on top of that, you don’t wear any underwear.  Such brazen behavior for a young lady. I think it’s time you were taught a lesson.”
He held her gaze, a thin smile crossing his face.  She felt helpless, excited, scared.  Suddenly he grabbed her wrists and pulled her up and across his knee. He yanked down her shorts, exposing her smooth, round, well shaped bottom.
“Ever been spanked little girl?” he demanded.
Her heart was racing. She was humiliated, but thrilled, emotions and sensations racing through her.
“No,” she squeaked, “and don’t you dare,” she continued, wriggling on his lap.
“Daddy too busy with his wives to worry about you?  Too busy with his
stardom to discipline you when you need it?   You’re  a spoilt little brat, but today, my dear, you’ve met your match. In this house, I’m the boss.”

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