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“Well you’re going to get a lot of them with me,” Jax said. “I’m not heavy on protocol. I am heavy on discipline though. Let’s get the rest of this medical done.”
“Huh? What do you mean? I got my dose.”
“You haven’t been looking after yourself,” he said. “I want a full physical. I want to know precisely what your status is.”
“I wasn’t asking.” He pressed her gently back against the chair and held her in place, one hand right in the center of her chest.
“What are you doing?” Sonya was confused, he seemed to think that if he just put her somewhere, she’d stay there.
“I trained seven years as a medic before becoming a handler,” Jax informed her. “I don’t need a doctor to perform your exam. And I don’t need you strapped down to do it either, unless you decide to be a very bad girl.”
“I don’t want an exam.”
“I’m sure you don’t,” he said. “But if you behave yourself, it won’t be too unpleasant.” He turned away to don some gloves. And that was when instinct and training kicked in. Without really thinking about it Sonya leaped out of the chair and wrapped her arm around his neck, her hand on his chin, her other on his shoulder. Poised to snap his neck, she paused for a moment as warring parts of her mind screamed at her to stop. The moment was all it took for Jax to take hold of her wrist, bend down and flip her over his head.
Sonya cartwheeled through the air, propelled by Jax’s strength and her own vicious momentum. The landing knocked the breath out of her, and a split-second later Jax was on top of her.
“Easy girl,” he said, pinning her to the ground, his hand at the base of her throat. “You know I’m not going to tolerate attacks, don’t you.”
Sonya bared her teeth at him, silently daring him to do something about it.
“You’re in enough trouble without adding that kind of thing to your record,” he said. “Now get up and get your butt in that chair.”
He should have been terrified. He’d just been attacked by an ultra. But he wasn’t even shaken. His voice was even, his breathing was unchanged and his pupils were undialated. He’d dealt with her leap of death as if it were nothing at all, as if she were no more dangerous than an angry kitten.
Again, Sonya was assailed by confusion. Her conditioning told her to obey him. Her emotions told her to defy him. Her rational mind was torn between the two and all she could do was stare at Jax, her lip still lifted in a remnant of a snarl.
“Okay,” he said. “I guess you’re going into that chair with a hot bottom.” Keep reading…
Having done his good deed for the evening, Travis had returned to the base and taken the second watch, which started at three in the morning. After a couple of hours of keeping a close eye on the empty woods, he detected motion just inside the outer perimeter. Figuring it was a deer, he checked with night vision goggles. It wasn’t a deer. It was a human, creeping through the undergrowth with furtive movements.
Travis was about to radio in a perimeter breach when it occurred to him that the figure seemed somehow familiar. It was female, young, slim…
“What the…?” Travis murmured the question under his breath as he circled around behind the young woman. She was so intent on her own subterfuge that she did not pay the slightest bit of attention to what was going on behind her. Travis was able to come within one pace of her before snatching her up and confirming his suspicions.
He grabbed her off her feet, one arm around her waist, the other hand around her mouth so as to prevent the inevitable feminine squeal.
“What the hell are you doing out here?” He growled the words into her ear, holding her squirming frame locked against his body. “You should be in the hospital.”
“They let me out of the hospital,” she gasped, as if that was some explanation for her being in the middle of the woods in a restricted area that was protected by an electrified perimeter fence.
“How did you get in here? How did you get past the fence?”
“I went under it,” she admitted.
He released her momentarily, turned her around, grabbed her by the shoulders, and bent down enough to look her dead in the eye. “Why?”
“I… remembered about this base.”
“So you came running out here in the middle of the night? Little girl, have you lost your mind? Are you trying to get yourself killed?”
“No,” she said, eyes widening at his anger.
“I could have shot you,” he growled, giving her a little shake. “Do you realize that?”
When eighteen-year-old Sandy returns to her hometown for the first time since running away from her horrible foster family, she doesn’t expect to find herself cornered and accosted by lowlifes outside a seedy bar. A burly, handsome Army Ranger coming to her aid is an even bigger shock, especially when he calmly informs her that she ought to be spanked for being in that part of town, then slips away into the night. Determined to see her rescuer again, Sandy gathers her courage and sneaks onto a nearby military base hoping to find him.
Protecting a woman in need is one thing, but Travis certainly can’t put up with a silly civilian girl trespassing on an army base just to see him. He starts to send her home with a stern lecture, but when she slaps him across the face and then makes a run for it, he decides it is time to teach this feisty girl a lesson she’ll never forget.
Within moments after he catches up with her, Sandy’s bottom is bare and she is getting the spanking of her life, a punishment which leaves her cheeks blushing, her bottom burning, and her body quivering with desire. Travis doesn’t hesitate to give her exactly what she needs, and she soon learns what it means to be taken hard, long, and very thoroughly by a dominant man.
Despite his better judgment, Travis cannot help falling for Sandy just as she has fallen for him, and before long their lust for each other is coupled with a passionate love. But when Sandy is kidnapped by a man set on using her to get to him, will Travis defy his commanding officer and take it upon himself to track her down and bring his girl home safe?
Author’s note: This book is published under my Ginger Darcy pen name, which means that the heat level in this book is a solid 11 out of 10. It contains frequent high intensity BDSM scenes, sexual discipline, spankings, and anal play.
The only thing more formidable than an advanced super soldier is the man who tames her. Jax is a handler, a man tasked with the most dangerous job in the world – keeping genetically engineered ultra soldiers under control. He does his job very, very well through a combination of natural strength, some synthetic implants, and an iron hard approach to discipline.
Sonya is an ultra soldier, a talented young woman with a bratty streak a mile wide. Unfortunately for Sonya, her old handler just died and she doesn’t like the new one very much at all. Jax is a strong believer in long hard spankings as a consequence for bad behavior, and Sonya is a believer in getting away with damn near everything.
The grieving young woman and her new master clash in a series of erotically charged confrontations during which Jax makes it abundantly clear that she is his in every way possible. He takes her pride, her arrogance and even her virginity.
But an ultra soldier is made for war, and when Sonya is called to the front, she goes gladly, having no idea that she is being sent on a suicide mission.
Jax knows better, but is powerless to save her from her fate – or is he?
For Jax to save Sonya, he will have to go to the ends of the earth and the gates of hell. And for Sonya to survive, she’s going to have to learn that there’s more to life than rebellion and war.
Stay tuned for excerpts and more from this upcoming release!
This is the second of four excerpts I plan to post of my current WIP, The Good Doctor. The complete book is currently running as a series on Bethany’s Woodshed. The first of these excerpts is available here.
The journey from Thistleborne to Baker Street was fairly extensive, but he made it with the knowledge that he would be suitably compensated. Tending to the cosseted daughters of the wealthy was rewarding in more ways than one, a fortunate thing for him as he was without any other source of income.
Upon arrival at the Holmes residence he rapped upon the door, waited a moment or two, then knocked again. There was no response. He checked his pocket watch and knocked yet again. This time there was a shuffling and then a slow creaking as the door was drawn open slowly to reveal the somewhat shrunken apparition of what he assumed was a butler.
“My name is Doctor Watson,” John said. “And I am here to see Mary Holmes.”
“I am Hudson,” the old man replied. “And Mary Holmes isn’t here.” He made to shut the door again, but John put his shined boot in the door jamb, preventing its closure.
“I am the doctor,” John repeated. “I was called to see Mary Holmes.”
Hudson shook himself like an old dog and tried to explain more thoroughly. “Mary Holmes is gone, sir. Ain’t here sir. She’s somewhere else, sir.” Keep reading…
This is the first of four excerpts I plan to post of my current WIP, The Good Doctor . The complete book is currently running as a series on Bethany’s Woodshed
“Stop! Doctor Watson! My bottom! No!”
With a flailing, nearly nude young aristocrat in his grasp, Doctor John Watson was not inclined to acquiesce to the request for several reasons. First among them was the simple fact that he was not done spanking the young lady. Her bottom was pink, but it would become much, much redder before her lesson was learned.
In spite of his patient’s vigorous struggles, she was not likely to escape before he was done with her. He was tall, with a flashing dark eye and well formed features which spoke to good breeding. His teeth were white and his back was strong and his physique was one equally suited to dancing, combat, swimming or thoroughly thrashing a deserving minx such as the one now putting her hand back to cover her cheeks. It was a futile effort, owing to the delicacy of her hand and the relative girth of her rear. He swatted her hand away, and gave her a very firm slap to discourage any further attempts at avoiding punishment. Keep reading…
Playfully chastising words were growled huskily into the delicate ear of a curvaceous woman on the receiving end of a vigorous erotic strumming, strands of dark hair falling into her panting mouth as she thrust her hips up against the body of her lover, an older woman with intense eyes and agile fingers.
Monica’s rear was painted red with the aftermath of a previous interlude, her cheeks blushing hot as Erin’s fingers plunged inside her time and time again, urging her toward a panting, screaming, hair flailing climax which shook her to her core. Milky breasts heaved as Monica gasped for air, flat on her back, pink nipples rampant as the last quivering tremors passed through her generous abdomen and thighs.
“I need to misbehave more often,” she said, her lips parting in a broad smile.
Erin slid over Monica’s prone body, her taut frame all lithe lines and ripples. “You misbehave quite enough,” she said, lifting her finger to tap Monica’s nose. “I hope you’ve learned your lesson.”
Monica smiled, cat like, her lashes closing slowly over a devilish expression. “Never.”
Erin reached down where Monica’s bent knee left her butt exposed and slapped Monica’s generous rear with a firm hand. “Never?” Keep reading…