RELEASED AUGUST 2017
DRAKE
Vigilante Bodyguard
When Drake walked into his house he expected to find Courtney waiting in the kitchen drinking a glass of wine, or curled up on the couch in the living room with the television set on, hoping the video would suddenly appear as a late-breaking news bulletin. To his surprise most of the lights were out and the house was quiet. Moving quickly upstairs he entered his bedroom, and to his shock he found her completely naked, laying over three pillows, her backside high in the air.
“What do we have here?” he murmured moving over to her. “A naughty girl waiting to be spanked?”
“I thought it might help to throw myself on the mercy of the court, Sir.”
“I see,” he said sitting on the edge of the bed. “I suspect it probably will. I’m going to jump in the shower, and while I’m there I’ll consider your punishment.”
He heard her take in a breath, and a moment later she reached out her hand and touched his leg.
“Yes, Courtney?”
“Please will you kiss me first?”
She was staring up at him with pleading eyes and he had to smile.
“Since you asked so nicely.”
She shifted slightly so she was more on her side, and leaning down he lovingly drifted his lips over hers.
“Thank you, Sir.”
“Why do I think I’m being just a tiny bit manipulated?”
“I can’t imagine,” she said innocently.
“I’ll be back in a minute.”
As he straightened up and walked away, Courtney let out a soft sigh. The drama-filled evening had sent her adrenalin racing. The balaclava-clad men would have been Richard Hewitt and Ned Romano, and they’d been sent running for the hills, literally! She’d beaten them, and was on a high she’d never experienced.
She wanted sex.
She wanted to be spanked.
She wanted Drake—desperately!
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So she had called him.
Hearing his voice had sent her heart racing, and hurrying up the stairs she’d showered and prepared herself for his arrival. Now he was home, and she couldn’t wait to feel the stinging slaps of his hand.
The shower had been turned off, she could hear him opening and closing the cabinets in the bathroom, then his footfalls as he entered the room, but he didn’t walk over to her, moving into his closet instead. She waited, almost holding her breath, and when he finally came into view she could see he was holding a black leather flogger.
“I think this is what you deserve,” he said, his voice low as he ran his fingers through the long, fat, tongues.
She could feel her eyes grow wide, and as she gazed at them, her stomach flipped and she felt a wondrous flood between her legs.
“If you say so, Sir.”
Though her voice had sounded almost feeble, she felt alive and strong, and as he moved behind her and ran his palm across her cheeks she let out a long, soft moan. Had she died and landed in a BDSM heaven?
“Six.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“I’m going to count to three, take a deep breath and hold it, then let it out after the flogger has landed. Understand?”
“Yes, Sir.”
Holding her breath while being flogged was new to her, but her experience was limited, and she had no doubt Drake Steele knew exactly what he was doing.
“One-two-three.”
She sucked in the air, and a moment later the lashes landed with a hot, stinging thud. She bit her lower lip, then realized she still wasn’t breathing and released the air from her lungs.
“Five to go. One-two-three.”
Taking in the breath a second time she felt more aware, and as the lashes kissed her ass with their heavy heat, she threw back her head and a cry escaped her lips.
“Four to go. One-two-three.”
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She was beginning to understand why he’d instructed her to hold her breath. It seemed to help somehow, and it also added to the drama of the moment. As the third strike hit she felt her body quiver, and when she exhaled a wave of divine giddiness moved through her being. She was expecting him to say, three to go, but he didn’t. His hand began smoothing itself over her lashed skin, then his fingers slipped into her pussy.
“You’re so wet,” he muttered his lips suddenly at her ear. “Is my naughty girl learning her lesson?”
“Yes, Sir,” she bleated, “and that feels so incredible.”
“You mean this?” he purred twirling his finger around her clit then thrusting it inside her.
“Ooh, yes, Sir, yes.”
“Three to go,” he declared dropping his hand away and stepping back, “then you’ll stay as you are and I’ll fuck you into next week.”
A thrilling ripple coursed through her body, and for a moment she thought she was about to spontaneously combust, but he’d started his warning count.
“Take in your breath,” he said sternly.
She did as he said, but she was lost, swirling in a vortex of pleasure and pain, and as the next two lashes were delivered she was sure she was lifting off the bed, but his cock was suddenly inside her, thrusting hard and fast, his pelvis was slapping her burning backside, and his grip was tight around her waist. She was exploding and crying out his name, then suddenly she was weightless, and everything was golden and serene, and absolutely perfect.
Thanks so much for reading, and I hope you have a super rest of your day.
Maggie
There is no greater freedom than giving up control.
RELEASED JULY 2017
LOGAN
Cowboy Bodyguard
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Brandy Coleman’s face is flaming red. As the owner of a barn for retired horses she’s had her share of mishaps, but nothing can compare to the deeply embarrassing moment. She is looking up at a stranger who has the dreamiest hazel eyes she’s ever seen, and a six pack beneath his open shirt that is making her knees weak. The problem? Her hose burst leaving her completely drenched, her hair matted, and her clothes soaked through.
Logan Scott has arrived at Rainbow’s End Ranch to apply for a job as a ranch hand. He is led into the barn by an exuberant Golden Retriever where he is met by a stunning sight. A gorgeous girl dripping wet and bent over is wrapping a towel around her head, and as she straightens up, he can’t help but notice her thin pink T-shirt clinging to her luscious curves.
The sparks fly, Brandy hires him, but as the days pass a threat looms over the ranch–and Brandy herself. A known thug wants her property and he won’t take no for an answer.
LOGAN: Cowboy Bodyguard is a steamy love story laced with danger and suspense. Like all Maggie Carpenter books it is a riveting page-turner with unexpected twists. Pick up your copy today, and escape to the romance at Rainbow’s End Ranch.
