Twilight Cowboy, Book Two: First lines.
Lord Sarthas was back. This time he’d bought cake.
So begins the continuing adventures of vampire slayer Annie and vampire sheriff Kaine, neither of whom are actually vampires. Vampires don’t need to put the word vampire in their title.
Just throwing that out there, a not entirely unconnected topic, given this excerpt from Twilight Cowboy, Book One:
“Annie. Come here. Now.”
I didn’t go there, so he reached out and grabbed me. I found myself being pulled over his lap in a way that was frankly uncomfortable. I had not had much experience with men up to that point. Being pressed against his thighs answered several questions that had been floating around in my mind. It turned out that a man’s body was quite hard all the way down. There was none of the softness of my own feminine frame. The ridge of his thigh was like steel beneath my hip. His arm wasn’t any more forgiving as it snaked around my waist.
My observations stopped abruptly when his hand clapped against the seat of my pants, jolting my body across his lap.
“Not yet,” he said, repeating the treatment. The slapping of his hand against my posterior was not pleasant, but it was not entirely painful. I suspected it could really hurt, if he wanted it to.
“Why are you doing this?”
“I told you why I’m doing this,” he said, his voice gravel above me. “You’re not listening to me, and you’re not obeying me. You need to do both, for your own safety. These vampires aren’t low level hunters looking for a snack. These vampires are old. Smart. Political.”
He punctuated every one of the adjectives with a slap to my backside that made it jiggle and sting.
“Kaine, you’re mad if you think you can spank me into doing what you want… OW!”
His hand landed with a swift, stinging impact.
“This doesn’t have to be very painful,” he said, “but if you insist on giving me attitude, it will be.”
He was becoming increasingly serious, and my bottom was becoming increasingly sore. He whacked away with the insistent stroke of a man who wanted to make an impression and I was left in the unfortunately reactive position of squeaking with every hard slap. The heat was soon seeping through my knickers and settling deep in the flesh of my bottom.