It's always a good day when another book comes out and Cassie’s newest book is out – Cassie’s Influence. I like telling my readers here about it because here I can call it’s Cassie’s book and you all understand. Cassie’s pretty real to me and here is where I can totally be myself – you all don’t seem to mind my kind of crazy and I thank you.
I wanted to give you an excerpt. Several people are hosting me this next week and there will be a different excerpt at each one if you want to drop by and read I’ll include the links on the days they’re up.
I hope you enjoy this excerpt from...
I'm a sucker for fresh flowers. I love having them around and sometimes order them for the house myself. Tom is good about sending me flowers too, but it's not something he does all the time. So I was delighted one afternoon to open the door to the flower delivery boy. I was excited as I slipped the bow from around the box and opened the lid to find beautiful apricot roses. I really had no idea why Tom had sent them. It wasn't a special occasion and there had been no excessive spanking for which he could be trying to make up, so I was stumped. I opened the card to find the following message:
Your physique is already perfect. But I enjoy watching you work on it.
What in the world? Who the hell was 'N' and why was she looking at my husband's physique? It seemed to me that this time Tom had a little explaining to do.
I took the flowers out and arranged them in a vase. I fixed up a little, as I usually do before Tom arrived home, and waited to hear what my dear husband was going to have to say about this. I greeted him at the door with a kiss and a glass of wine. "How was your day, sweetie?" I asked.
"Very normal," Tom answered, "and yours?" "Oh mine was full of surprises," I told him as I pointed to the flowers.
Tom looked at them curiously. "Now just who is sending my beautiful wife flowers?" he asked with a grin. Matching him grin for grin, I handed him the card.
As he quickly scanned it, he lost his grin and for one of the few times in our lives together I saw Tom blush. "Anything you'd like to share with me, dear?" I asked as I waited for some comment. I simply can't tell you how very much I enjoy the next few moments as Tom, blushing like a schoolboy, began stuttering and stammering to explain. I had to laugh at his efforts. Tom, so in control, always knows exactly what to say and is never, ever flustered. But this had him tongue-tied.
I sat on the couch and invited Tom to join me as I began teasing him. "Drink your wine, dear. Do you need another minute to get your story straight? Or will I have to take you over my knee to get the whole truth?"
"Now, honey, you know... This is ridiculous... This person is..." I was totally enjoying Tom's inability to articulate.
"Now, Tom, just take a deep breath," I told him, "Let's start at the beginning. Your new girlfriend, N, what does N stand for?"
"No, honey," I interrupted. "Cassie's my name. You can't go around getting us mixed up or you could find yourself in some very uncomfortable situations."
Donna Steele is a non-spanko writer who is a good friend and she agreed to put an excerpt up for her readers – if you have a chance run by and leave a comment. I don’t want them to think I’m the only crazy spanko around!
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