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A brat so spoiled it takes a bodyguard and a bounty hunter to handle her? That’s Fiona, the heroine of The Brat, the Bodyguard and the Bounty Hunter. This tale is an erotic menage adventure first released in April 2014, but now on sale!

It’s also an All Romance Ebooks bestseller! And they gave me a little digital sticker to prove it:

(It’s like the erotica author’s version of a sticker on a star chart and I am palpably stoked.)

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“Fiona!” Harris called her out of her room. “We need to talk.”

She came, swishing a gold bangle about her wrist nonchalantly. “About?” She knew what the conversation was going to be about. She also knew it wasn’t going to just be a conversation, but she was playing dumb.

“About your behavior today.”

She gave him a curious look, tilting her head to the side. “What’s there to talk about?”

Harris decided to communicate more clearly, lest they spend the evening talking in circles. “What I actually meant was, I need to spank your bottom for smashing up a hotel room.”

She looked at him as if to say hotel rooms are there to be smashed up. “I’m sure they had insurance, and they charged me, remember? No harm done.”

“That’s not the point,” Harris said firmly. “The point is, you need to respect things that do not belong to you.”

“Everything belongs to me if I want it to,” Fiona replied. “I can buy anything I like. If I break it, I bought it,” she smirked at him.

“You’re not understanding my point, Fiona,” Harris said, giving her a hard scowl. “This isn’t funny. There are some things in life that aren’t replaceable.”

“Yeah, and they’re not left in hotel rooms,” she smarted back. “They practically expect you to break something.”

Harris rolled up his shirt sleeves. This was going to be quite a spanking, especially with Fiona’s unrepentant attitude factored in.

“I suggest you rein that tongue of yours in, little lady,” Tom drawled. “Your bodyguard is fixin’ to tan your behind.”

“Oh he is not,” Fiona said blithely. “I’m being nice.”

“You’re being nice now,” Harris said. “But you weren’t being nice earlier today.” He beckoned her over. “Come on now, let’s get this over with.”

Fiona wrinkled her nose. Harris watched her pretty blue and green eyes roaming from him to Tom and him to Tom again.

“Not with him here.”

“You’ve already been spanked in front of him once,” Harris said. “And the way you behave, you’ll probably be spanked in front of him and by him a whole lot more.”

*****

When runaway heiress Fiona Fayrefield hires bodyguard Harris Kingsley to protect her from her meddlesome father, Harris decides that his job includes putting the spoiled twenty-four-year-old brat over his knee for a long, hard spanking when he feels it necessary. For the first time in her life, Fiona discovers that doing whatever she wants, whenever she wants, is no longer an option.

After her father sends ex-military bounty hunter Tom Waters to bring her home, events take an unexpected turn and the two men soon join forces to protect Fiona, to tame her rebellious ways, and to bring her more pleasure than she ever imagined possible. But when they learn that she has more skeletons in her closet than they were counting on, will her fortune come between Fiona and the loves of her life?

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The Brat, the Bodyguard and the Bounty Hunter | Erotic Spanking Menage

“Cut it out!” Fiona whined as he urged her toward the security checkpoint. “I can’t go through there yet.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean I have to smoke my… cigarette.” She gave him an arch wink.

Harris’s heart sank. She didn’t mean cigarette. She meant weed. Surely nobody would be so stupid as to bring marijuana to an airport. Surely…

“Let’s go outside,” she said gaily, pulling him the precise opposite way to the direction he wanted to go, his hand still gripping her arm. Harris allowed himself to be dragged only because outside was a good idea if she had illicit substances on her person.

In the bracing air of a New York afternoon, he pulled Fiona close and did what he should have done two weeks earlier. He took charge.

“Toss anything you have in the garbage,” he ordered. “Do it quick.”

“I’m not going to toss it,” she laughed. “I’m going to smoke it.”

“You are not going to smoke a joint in front of an airport,” he hissed in her ear. “See those men with guns? They’ll arrest you. Now throw it out, we have to get through security.”

“Ugh,” Fiona grunted. “You’re such a downer.”

Harris’s hand was in motion before he even realized it. He didn’t know he was going to smack her bottom until his hand was actually in contact with the round of her cheek, conforming to the tightly covered posterior. It was no gentle tap either, it was a hard, whacking slap that echoed up and down the pavement. It was the very least Fiona deserved, but it was a good start.

Fiona gasped and whirled about, her eyes filling with shocked tears. “You hit me!”

His heart was pounding, but he nodded curtly. “I did.”

“But…” she rubbed her bottom and opened her mouth as if to speak, but no words really came out. She looked as though she wanted to ask a question, but what could she possibly ask? ‘Why?’ was a foregone conclusion. He’d smacked her because she was refusing to ditch the weed. How he’d dared lay a hand on her? That was a better question. Harris had an answer for that too. He was at the end of his tether with the spoiled little madam. If she wanted to fire him for real, he was more than happy to accept that.

“Listen, Fiona,” he said grimly. “You’re used to people sucking up to you at every turn. I get that. But that’s not me, and it’s not how I work. So you can fire me if you like. You might make it to Milan, though I doubt you’ll get anywhere near the plane. Alternatively, you can keep me on and you can start listening and doing as you’re told, understand, young lady?”

Fiona stared at him wide-eyed while he lectured her, giving him the blank look of a woman who has never before come up against someone she couldn’t boss around.

Harris glanced at his watch. “You have two minutes to make this decision. If you want me to keep providing my services, you’ll dump the weed and adjust your attitude.”

Fiona stared on, apparently frozen. Had he broken her mind somehow? Was it really so inconceivable to her that someone might lay down the law for once?

“Sixty seconds,” he said. “What’s it going to be?”

*****

When runaway heiress Fiona Fayrefield hires bodyguard Harris Kingsley to protect her from her meddlesome father, Harris decides that his job includes putting the spoiled twenty-four-year-old brat over his knee for a long, hard spanking when he feels it necessary. For the first time in her life, Fiona discovers that doing whatever she wants, whenever she wants, is no longer an option.

After her father sends ex-military bounty hunter Tom Waters to bring her home, events take an unexpected turn and the two men soon join forces to protect Fiona, to tame her rebellious ways, and to bring her more pleasure than she ever imagined possible. But when they learn that she has more skeletons in her closet than they were counting on, will her fortune come between Fiona and the loves of her life?

Buy The Brat, the Bodyguard, and the Bounty Hunter on Amazon!