I’ve got the wonderful writer, Morganna Williams on the blog today. I love her writing and when I heard she had a new release I knew I had to have her on the blog to share with all of you. She’s got a juicy excerpt for us today, so I’ll stop blathering and get to it:)
Thank you for having me today, Trent! I’m really excited about my new book His Girl, His Rules. In this excerpt, Gabriel has shown up at Glory’s door after she ran out on their scene…
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Glory barely had time to change into her favorite flannel gown and wash her face before the doorbell rang.
She frowned; who would come over to her house this late? Maybe Nat and Jess couldn’t wait until tomorrow to ask about her evening.
That had to be it! With a grin she swung the door open. “You couldn’t wait until tomorrow?”
The sight of Gabriel standing on her doorstep with a pair of lacy panties in his hand brought her hand to her throat in alarm.
“I certainly couldn’t, young lady,” he said firmly, herding her back into her hallway and pushing the door closed behind him. “In the future you’re not to answer the door without asking who it is and definitely not unless you’re dressed.”
Glory blinked up at him, still trying to process the fact that he was standing in her house at all, much less giving her instructions about stuff that wasn’t really his business.
“Am I understood?”
“Huh?” she asked as she licked suddenly dry lips.
“I asked if I was understood,” he explained helpfully.
“Understood about what? Why are you here?” Glory asked. “We finished, didn’t we?”
Gabriel quirked one eyebrow at her and folded his arms across his chest as he studied her, apparently prepared to wait her out.
She flushed and plucked at her gown anxiously. “I mean… we… well… I, er… I was kinda done and it was late… so…”
“Did I or did I not tell you to wait for me in my office?” he asked succinctly.
“Well… I… guess… sort of,” Glory finished lamely, still avoiding eye contact.
“Morning Glory Walters, I asked you a question and I expect an answer,” Gabriel said firmly.
She gulped, raising her flushed face to meet his stern gaze, “Oh, my gosh, did you just three-name me?”
“Glory.” He said her name warningly.
“Okay. Yes! I confess! You told me to wait and I left. I was kind of in a hurry so I…”
“You panicked and ran away,” Gabriel finished for her. “Our scene was not finished and you knew it.”
“I must have misunderstood,” she said rather lamely.
“Glory, you already have one punishment coming. Do you really want to add to it by lying to me?”
“P-punishment?” Glory began to back carefully down the hall away from the big dom. She felt very vulnerable standing there in just her nightgown without even a pair of panties underneath it.
Gabriel smiled and stalked slowly toward her, rolling up his sleeves as he advanced toward her retreating figure.
Glory’s eyes widened at his approach, she turned in a blind panic to run and ran straight into a wall. Gabriel caught her, politely preventing her fall when she bounced off the wall backwards straight into his arms.
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Though Glory Walters writes erotic novels about firm-handed men who know how to deal with feisty women, she’s ashamed to admit she’s never experienced anything of the sort herself. But then she meets Gabriel—Sergeant Gabriel to the men he leads on the local SWAT team, but Master Gabriel to her—and suddenly the scenes in her books don’t seem so far-fetched anymore.
Gabriel has just been going through the motions in life since his wife’s death four years ago, but almost from the moment he sets eyes on her, he wants Glory as his own. Despite never having been taken in hand before, she responds beautifully to a good, hard, bare-bottom spanking, and his dominant lovemaking leaves her breathless. But when Glory foolishly puts herself in extreme danger, she soon discovers that naughty girls who take risks with their safety get their bottoms thoroughly punished… inside and out.
Publisher’s Note: His Girl, His Rules is an erotic novel that contains spankings, sexual scenes, anal play, elements of BDSM, and more. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.