A really good day

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:

Tom dear,


Your physique is already perfect. But I enjoy watching you work on it.

 Love,


N

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?"

"Cassie..."

"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."

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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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