If you love spanking romance, here are TWO for you to try in one book! Domestic Discipline contains two spanking romances in one volume.
I lucked out when as I came across this volume. I loved Wife on the lam . Its sweet story about a couple and how miscommunications happen in marriage. When u are domestic discipline when u assume you get puinshed for that ..I m still a little hestiant on reading Rahm’s way but this week end I plan on starting it .
Love, desire, domination, and submission. Two domestic discipline romances by USA Today bestselling author Cara Bristol in one volume.
Wife on the Lam
Janelle wants to take a luxury vacation for her wedding anniversary. Despite numerous hints, husband Brent misses all the clues and plans a business trip! Miffed, she flies off alone to a luxury resort. She’s going to celebrate—with or without him.
Brent didn’t have to work. He’d planned a second honeymoon to the luxury Cabana Resort. Janelle might have ruined his surprise, but he’s not going to let her ruin their anniversary, too. He has a little trick up his sleeve to take his errant wife in hand and get their marriage back on track.
Before her military husband left for his tour of duty, Cadence Simmons relied on Rahm’s love, direction, and protection. His absence forced her to become more independent and make decisions for herself. After serving his country, he’s home for good and eager to resume their marriage as it was before. Only Cadence isn’t quite sure she wants thingsexactly as they were. Can domestic discipline guide this couple through some major changes?
An Excerpt from Domestic Discipline
Taking a deep breath, she pushed into Rahm’s office. The door snicked shut. The click of doom.
Her heart and stomach fluttered in the way they always did when she had to confront a very pissed off Rahm. And he was. Very pissed off. She could tell from the tilt of his head, the set of his jaw.
“Lock the door,” he said.
After she turned the deadbolt, he stood and rounded the desk. “Is there something you want to say to me?” he asked.
“I had planned to tell you!” she said. Her knees knocked together, but she strove for a good show by stomping to the guest chair and plopping her butt into it. Then wished she hadn’t because now he towered over her, and the small metal plug he’d inserted in her ass before they’d left for work didn’t seem all that tiny. She shifted onto one hip.
He leaned against his desk and crossed his arms. “Tell me what?”
He knew. And she knew he knew, so why did a verbal confession seem to carry so much more weight? Why couldn’t they take their knowledge and fly away like pigs?
Because that wasn’t Rahm’s way. He insisted on a full accounting. Rahm’s way or the highway. Rahm’s way or her ass
No, Rahm’s way and her ass. He would spank her over this. And it wouldn’t be a pretty- please-spank-me-again-it-hurts-so-good kind of paddling. But a wailing-begging-sleep-on-her- stomach-afterwards spanking.
“I got my private investigator’s license,” she said, to emphasize her qualifications. “And I’ve been working as a PI.” Are you happy now?
“What you did is so wrong on so many counts.” His eyes flashed. “What hurts the most is that you lied to me.”
“I didn’t lie to you! I merely didn’t tell you right away.”
“You didn’t tell me at all. Aaron did.”
“You were stationed overseas! I didn’t think that was the time or place to break the news. You had enough to worry about.”
“So you admit there was cause for me to worry.”
“You’re twisting my words. I knew you wouldn’t like it.” Shit. That didn’t sound good either.
Instead of a military man slash private eye, Rahm should have been a cop or a prosecuting attorney. Everything she said could and would be used against her. She should have taken the fifth. But remaining silent had gotten her into this mess. That and defying him in the first place.
She resisted the urge to wring her hands, but contracted her glutes instead. Hardness inside. Sore already and she hadn’t worn the plug for very long. Her passage that once had welcomed penetration with eager surrender, now protested the intrusion. A metaphor for Rahm’s return, she realized. She would need a period of transition before she could accept what used to be a comfortable routine. Rahm was a born leader; she a natural follower. She trusted him completely. It made sense for him to head their family. Domestic discipline suited her like chocolate and strawberries, like a hand in a glove. Or a plug in her ass. Once she got used to it again. In his absence, changes had occurred. Some of which she wouldn’t mind keeping. Like her job.
She peered at him. “I enjoy investigations. I like helping people. It’s exciting.”
He twisted his mouth. “Most people wouldn’t consider a stakeout exciting.”
“It’s not—it’s boring to sit and do nothing for hours. But it’s not dangerous.” Score a point for me. She jutted out her chin.
“It’s boring until the situation shifts and becomes dangerous.”
“I’ve never been in trouble or been threatened.”
“And you never will be. I should fire you, but I won’t. If you want to work here, you can take a desk job. You can assist the other agents with internet research, obtaining records, making phone calls.”
Assist. Desk job? If she’d wanted that, she could have stayed an admin assistant, but that wasn’t why she’d obtained her license. Anger ignited. His country had called him, and he’d performed his duty. She didn’t fault him for that. But he had left, and she’d been forced to handle everything solo: parenting their son, managing the finances, tending to household repairs, and being alone. She was giddy-happy to have him back, but where did he get off thinking he could dictate to her now?
She leaped to her feet. “That’s not acceptable to me. I want to work in the field. Simmons isn’t the only private detective agency. Maybe I’ll go work for somebody else.”
The air sizzled. “Is that so?” he asked quietly.
She didn’t mean it. She would never defy him that way, but he had to learn she wasn’t a pushover. Cadence wet her lips as courage and its foolish cousin, bravado, deserted her. Poke the sleeping tiger with a stick, why don’t you?
He unfolded his crossed arms. “Instead of sharing your feelings, you sneaked behind my back and presented me with a fait accompli.”
“What good would sharing my feelings have done? You still would have said no.”
“Yes, but we would have talked this out. You agreed that when you and I differed, I would have the final say. Do you think you should be able to pick and choose which rules you should follow?”
Sometimes, yeah, she did. “No,” she replied.
“Don’t you think there should be consequences for disobedience?”
In general, yes. Did she wish she could avoid those consequences, hell, yes! “I guess,” she muttered mutinously. She glanced at his face. He arched his eyebrows. Don’t make it worse for yourself. “I mean, yes, Rahm,” she amended in a more respectful tone.
He unlocked a drawer in his desk and extracted a paddle. “Here?” Cadence squeaked.
About the author:
USA Today bestselling author Cara Bristol has published more than twenty-five erotic romance titles, including contemporary and science fiction romance. No matter what the subgenre, one thing remains constant: her emphasis on character-driven seriously hot erotic stories with sizzling chemistry between the hero and heroine. Cara has lived many places in the United States, but currently lives in Missouri with her husband. She has two grown stepkids. When she’s not writing, she enjoys reading and traveling.