Cover Reveal … and another excerpt!

Hello all,

As promised, I’ve got the finalized cover for my upcoming novel for you today. I also thought I’d include another extended excerpt from the book, the beginning of a rather hot scene that I hope you’ll enjoy:)

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Now, on to the good stuff…

 

 

Excerpt

 

Hunter nursed his beer, the liquid still cold against his lips while he stood on Von’s sun-drenched deck. A clear glass table and two plastic chairs were the only things the men shared the outdoor space with. Troy leaned an elbow on the railing, looking out across the view of the river the house was blessed with. Situated at the western terminus of the city limits of White Valley, the house had been built on a rise, affording it a panoramic view both up into the western part of the canyon where it winded deeper into the Cascades, and all the way down across the entire town, looking toward the confluence of the White River and the mighty Columbia many miles to the east.

“Can you fucking believe this place?” Troy asked with a slow shake of his head. “I’d kill for a view like this.”

“Or the one Keenan’s got.”

“He’s a good man,” Troy said, with a shrug. “But shit, he lives too far up in BFE for me.”

“How’d he afford to build something like that out there?” Hunter didn’t even want to think about the cost and labor for such a job.

“Helps that the dude is loaded — and he is. Keenan might be the richest man in this little town. And that’s saying something too. You’d be amazed at the money around here. Also helps to know a contractor who’ll get you a killer price, if you know what I mean.”

“Von?”

Troy nodded. “Dude’s got his hands in all kinds of things. Nice guy to have on your side.”

“What do you mean?”

The breeze picked up, ruffling Troy’s black hair. He flicked it out of his eyes, sipping his beer again. “I’m just saying the guy can open doors in this town. A lot of them. Pay attention, learn, experience — and you might just find what you’re looking for.”

“Wish I knew what that was. What if it’s… not here?”

Troy turned, leaning a hip against the railing, arms clasped over his chest, tapping the neck of his beer against a shoulder. “Maybe it’s always been right in front of your face — but you just couldn’t see it?”

What the fuck is that supposed to mean?

Time to change the subject.

“Where is Von, anyway?”

“He’ll be along,” a familiar female voice said behind them as the slider glass door whisked open.

Troy set his beer down on the railing and extended his arms, smiling, his dark sunglasses catching the sun, making it glint off the lenses. “Come here, little girl.”

“Lacey?” Hunter hoped his mouth wasn’t hanging open.

Lacey, looking as beautiful as she ever had, was dressed in a dark patterned Kimono style robe, the color of which matched the perfect jet of her long hair. The breeze caught her locks, fanning some of them across her face. [pullquote align=”left” cite=”” link=”” color=”” class=”” size=””]She drew the tresses away with slender fingers as she dashed to her husband, her generous breasts bouncing in the loose confines of the silk fabric[/pullquote]

.

Of all the people he thought he’d find on this little trip, she was the one he’d never have expected. “I thought you were working? Where’s the little one?”

“Lacey’s parents offered to take the kid for a week. So I asked Lacey to take a couple vacation days,” Troy said, taking his wife his arms, kissing her dark hair and inhaling deeply. He turned her so that she faced Hunter, the too-gorgeous woman squinting up against the brilliance of the sun. “Now, go give Hunter a hug too, girl.”

It felt way too good to have her in his arms again, her soft breasts pillowing against his chest as he embraced her.

“Good to see you again, Hunter,” she whispered, clinging to him perhaps a moment longer than Hunter was ready for. He saw the hint of a blush as she met his gaze — and more than a little excitement firing in her deep brown eyes.

What?

He almost staggered backward at it.[pullquote align=”right” cite=”” link=”” color=”” class=”” size=””] In a different situation, he might have mistook that flash in her eyes for something other than mere excitement. The word he’d have used was… arousal.[/pullquote]

You’re fucking kidding yourself. You’ve been daydreaming about her for way too long. Just stop this shit.

The glass door slid open again and the towering form of Von stepped out into the sun, the man leading Celina by the hand. Von’s wife was dressed in the same style of robe, though this one was a dark red, loosely tied, revealing deep cleavage, the slopes of her breasts wobbling as she dashed over to embrace Troy. She gave Hunter a small, seemingly bashful nod of acknowledgment, then turned to Lacey.

“I didn’t know you’d be here!” Celina flicked a look back at her husband. “You should’ve told me!”

“Careful now,” Von said. While his smile was indulgent, the timbre of his deep voice signaled that he’d let his fiery wife go only so far.

“Troy wanted it to be surprise”—Lacey glanced back up at Hunter, giving him a winning smile— “for both of you.”

“Mission accomplished,” Hunter said, not realizing — until both women laughed — that he’d spoken the words aloud.

Von clapped his hands together. “Girls, you need to prepare yourselves. I’ll be right back.”

Their laughter faded in an instant, the color draining from Celina’s olive-toned features.

Slipping open the door, Von disappeared inside, the mood suddenly somber on the deck.

Hunter caught Troy’s eye, the man giving him a mischievous curl of his lips. [pullquote align=”left” cite=”” link=”” color=”” class=”” size=””]Troy grasped Lacey by the upper arms. “You know what’s expected of you, don’t you?”[/pullquote]

Lacey froze for just a moment, then closed her eyes, swallowing. “Yes, Sir.”

“Good.”

Celina, standing a couple feet away, seemed lost at sea, and Hunter couldn’t help the urge to go to her and take her hand. “You’re going to be fine. It’s just us.”

She looked at their linked hands, then up at him. “I know.” Her gaze grew fond. “I’m glad it’s you who’ll see this… and not someone else.”

See what?

[pullquote align=”right” cite=”” link=”” color=”” class=”” size=””]“You heard Von, girls.” Troy stepped away from the edge of the deck. “You two — over there. Face the railing.”[/pullquote]

“Yes, Sir,” both women murmured almost in unison, as they obeyed, their slim backs turned toward the men.

Hunter’s cock was already hard, and he still had no idea what to expect. Troy had cryptically told him “more of what we got that first night — and maybe something extra.”

Fucker.

He already suspected what might be under those robes — though he didn’t think he’d get a chance to find out for sure. At least not out there in the broad daylight.

“Take off your robes,” Troy said, nodding at Hunter, beckoning him over to stand next to him — directly behind the two silent, nervous females.

One of them — Celina, Hunter thought — took in a deep breath, then their hands were untying the sashes that bound the robes about their waists.

Lacey peered back at them over one shoulder. “Troy…”

“Do. It.”

“What about… the neighbors?”

Hunter had been wondering the same thing himself, though it still didn’t stop him from praying they’d drop their robes as soon as fucking possible.

Von’s house, though on a hill — and on a very large lot — did have neighbors on either side. The deck faced out toward the backyard, the gentle green slope of which stretched out in a broad swath down the hillside, ending at the beginning of a thick stand of evergreens perhaps a hundred feet from the house. The conifers and dense underbrush served as a greenbelt between the lots, and beyond the trees, another house could be seen, though it was at least two hundred feet away, and at a significantly lower elevation. Despite the considerable distance between houses, Hunter suspected that was cold comfort for the two females who’d been ordered to disrobe in broad daylight, in full view of anyone who cared to look their way.

“What about the neighbors, Lacey? If they look, they look. You know that doesn’t matter here.” [pullquote align=”left” cite=”” link=”” color=”” class=”” size=””]Troy walked up to her, a threatening palm laid upon her robe-clad bottom. “What matters here is that you do as you’re told — at all times. [/pullquote]

We discussed this, did we not?”

“Yes, but—”

“Are you objecting then?” Troy’s hand squeezed Lacey’s ass, and she drew a sharp breath.

“No…no I’m not.”

“Then do as you’re told.” Troy tapped Lacey’s companion’s bottom as well, backing up toward Hunter again. “That goes for you too, Celina.”

Her murmured acknowledgment wasn’t quite audible over the sound of the breeze, but Celina’s tanned, bare shoulder came into view as she reluctantly lowered her robe. Lacey followed suit, revealing the expanse of her pale back, her coloring of a much lighter hue than her partner beside her.

Hunter’s cock leapt as the silk fell to the weathered boards of the deck.

Both woman were completely naked, the sunshine bright on Lacey’s clear, white skin, Celina’s tan shining alluringly in the daylight.

[pullquote align=”right” cite=”” link=”” color=”” class=”” size=””]“Now, lean over. Elbows on the top rail,” Troy growled.”If those tits aren’t dangling, you aren’t over far enough.”[/pullquote]

Both women obeyed, bending over. Lacey laid her cheek down upon her arms, while Celina kept her head up. The position perfectly displayed a pair of buxom bottoms out of the most feverish of male dreams. Broad, round and soft, the buttocks trembled slightly as one, then the other woman, shifted her weight upon bare feet. Both pussies could just barely be seen huddling between plump thighs, Celina’s pubic hair a rich dark growth, shrouding the outline of her sex. Lacey on the other hand had been shorn of everything — a difference from last time he’d seen her, and one Hunter found he liked very much indeed. [pullquote align=”left” cite=”” link=”” color=”” class=”” size=””]Between plump, close-seamed labia, he could just make out the bright pink of her inner lips, her sex like a swollen, ripe peach he was positively itching to sample.[/pullquote]

Jesus, Hunter.

He could almost feel the mortification coming off of both of them in waves, but the women were remarkably calm, all things considered, the only thing giving away their tension being the trembling of their thighs, the quickness of their breathing.

The sliding glass door behind them opened once more. [pullquote align=”right” cite=”” link=”” color=”” class=”” size=””]“Now, is there any better decoration for a man’s deck than two naked asses as fine as these?”[/pullquote]

Von stepped out, a long leather case tucked under one arm. He’d changed into a tight-fitting gray t-shirt and blue jeans. The shirt, stretched across his broad chest, read White Valley Police in blocky, black lettering.

“Were you a cop too?” Hunter couldn’t help but blurt it out, so surprised was he to see the shirt.

“In one of my former lives,” Von said, giving him a wink as he set the case down on the table next to Troy and Hunter. “Now, ladies. Listen up.”

Both women froze, seeming to have stopped even breathing, only the strands of their dark hair shifting in the breeze.

[pullquote align=”left” cite=”” link=”” color=”” class=”” size=””]Von opened the case, revealing a selection of canes, straps, crops, paddles and whips[/pullquote]

, secured by threads against a green felt background. It was a fine case — containing dreadful implements.

“Tomorrow, we’ll be attending a Session, won’t we?” Von picked out the lethal black length of a crop, crossing his arms over his chest, the implement of pain dangling by a strap from one wrist, swinging languidly as he paced behind the pair of waiting bottoms. “But before we do, your husbands want to make sure you understand something.” Von turned to Troy, an eyebrow raised.

Troy stepped forward, the white button down he wore fit snug snugly to his torso, emphasizing the breadth of his shoulders. “No matter what happens in the next couple of days, no matter how many tears you cry, no matter whose hands — or anything else — touch you. You’re to remember one thing.”

“You’re ours,” Von growled, snapping the crop through the air.

*  *  *  *

Well, that’s it for now. I hope you enjoyed it.

The Spanked Wives Club will be published in wide release within the next week.

There’s a slight chance one more excerpt will be posted on this blog between now and go-live day… but I’m not promising anything:)

Thanks for reading!