After years of complacency, a shocking secret yanks Mylie Blake out of her bland existence. Leaving everything behind, she decides to remake herself--the wilder the better. Her first crazy stunt involves too much alcohol, zero sense and lands her in the hands of the only man she's ever loved--a man now infamous for his hot temper and badboy ways. With nowhere to go and little money to get there, Mylie just might be at the mercy of the devil himself.
Kevin Sheldon, a former professional hockey player, known for his anger issues, on and off the ice, is just trying to get through the mess his life has become, but when his first love shows up wild and intent on ruining herself, he can't help himself. He's the last person on the planet with a hero complex, and has his own crosses to bear, but Mylie has a hold on him that he's never been able to shake. And the more he tries to help her, the messier his life becomes.
With their pasts hot on their heels, they must run. Can they face their demons together and accept they're meant to be or will they run from each other too?
Excerpt 1"Mylie, so help me, if you keep wiggling, I'm going to stop right here and spank you sober!"
Even though she froze at his threat, her heart lurched in her chest and began pounding wildly. There was only one person who had ever threatened—no, not just threatened—actually spanked her. Was it even possible? Did she imagine him because of her reckless behaviour? She straightened, trying to look over both of their shoulders to see a face. A stingy swat landed on her backside, and with little protecting it, she yelped. Her bare toes flew up and curled towards her tush.
"That's my last warning. I've seen enough tonight to know a spanking would do you some good, so don't tempt me further to dole one out."
"Who the heck are you?" She tried to straighten, and he met her attempt with three sharp cracks off her too-short skirt. She reached back with a squawk and covered her backside.
"Superman, that's who! Now stay still. I've warned you!" She stilled.
"Of all the superheroes, I think the one most likely to spank would be Batman. He can be very grumpy." She started to giggle, and that made her wriggle again.
"That's it!" She immediately covered her bottom, the giggles trailing off. He only had one arm free so he couldn't hold her steady, move her hand and swat her at the same time, so he set her down. She started to back away from him, but he clasped his hand around her upper arm and dragged her to the back door of a restaurant that seemed to have gone out of business. He looked around closely and pulled her further into the alcove out of sight. All the movement was making her stomach rumble and roll. He sat on the step. She was suddenly conscious of her lack of footwear amongst the scattered butts on the ground. He yanked her across his lap and started swatting. She squirmed across his knees, her limbs awkwardly flailing in all directions.
"What are you doing?" She squealed and tried to block his hand.
"Giving you exactly what you need," he said with a grunt. "I swear if this skirt weren't so damned tight I'd be pulling it up."
"And I swear if I were sober I'd be popping you in the nose!" Her saucy attitude felt good.
"Yeah!" Her angry expression melted, and a giggle escaped. The situation was just too damn comical.
"Superman or not, I would!" He pulled her up swiftly, and she barely found her footing before her skirt had been yanked up, and she was back across his knees.
The spanks echoed across the parking lot, but it was barren. Her good humour seemed to evaporate when he pulled her skirt up. She hollered and cursed and fought him, but he kept on.
He was sure she was barely feeling it since she was so drunk, but he hoped the shock would sober her some, and that tomorrow, her bottom felt uncomfortable enough to deter her from pulling a stunt like this again. Did the woman have no sense?
He stopped the spanking abruptly when she stilled on his lap. Had she passed out? Jesus!
"Uh, this has been fun and all, but can you please let me up?" she garbled, her head starting to spin. Nausea hit, and she swallowed a gag. "I don't feel so good."
He cursed and pulled her up. He caught her arm as she was about to fall. Sadly, her stomach recoiled, and she repaid his kindness by emptying its contents on his shoes. As she caught her breath, bracing herself against her knees, she regrettably saw they weren't a cheap brand either. Her ears were ringing but not loud enough to drown out his expletives.
The next time she was lifted off her feet, she was too exhausted to keep her eyes open, and she passed out before confirming he was the man from her past. His hand had certainly felt familiar.
"Take a look, Kevin! Do I look like a child in need of minding to you?"
She spun to leave him in his spot, but his arm flew out to catch her elbow. He pulled her into his chest. His eyes were molten and seemed to flicker both desire and irritation simultaneously. Her skin tingled with the heat of his, and her middle ached. He pushed her back, looked her up and down, and nodded.
"In a perverted sort of way, yeah." He half smiled.
She looked down at herself in schoolgirl garb and groaned. "You know what I meant, you ass!"
"Now, now, honey, you'd better watch that mouth of yours. Remember, you're afraid of me." His brow tightened in a threatening way, but amusement still shone in her eyes.
She ripped her arm from his hand but didn't move. His breath was minty hot on her face.
"Your wife is a liar, but even if she weren't, I wouldn't care. Right now, I can't think of anything more amusing than pushing your buttons." She smiled as Kevin's right eyebrow arched. He grabbed both her shoulders and crushed her against him.
"Really?" Something flickered in his eyes. The corners of his mouth tightened. Her stomach dipped.
"And I can't imagine anything more satisfying than pulling you over my knee."
"Ha, recently both your attempts were pathetic. One I can't remember, and the other was well..." She rolled her eyes. "Boring."
"Oh?" He released her with one hand and rubbed his chin. "Perhaps I'm out of practice."
"I'm sure your wife didn't think so."
"I never liked my wife enough to spank her, Mylie."
"Last I checked, you don't like me much anymore, either." For a moment, her heart sank.
"You're growing on me." He held her chin between his thumb and forefinger gently. "Besides, you need a spanking more than anyone ever has, right now."
Her gut swirled, and her bottom tingled. She was crazy hot and had to use all her restraint to stop herself from jumping up and wrapping her legs around his waist. Feverish thoughts of crushing his mouth with hers licked like flames in her mind. She narrowed her eyes at him, pulling herself from his grip. She folded her arms across her chest and cocked her head.
"Your bank account can't handle another abuse allegation." She bit her bottom lip, hoping she looked, at least, a little bit sexy.
"What I'm going to do to you will be worth every penny I have." He turned and walked to the door, taking all the air in the room with him. When he was just about out the door, he pulled on his shirt and turned back. "And, darlin', when I'm through with you, you'll be too busy rubbing your sizzling backside and sobbing to worry about legalities. Only right now, I need to cool off."