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Tuesday, 4 July 2017

Mountain Man Daddy is ready are you?



Mountain Man Daddy is ready, are you?

Coming July 7th 2017








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Blurb:


Carrying nothing but a change of clothes, a pile of cash and a gun, Avery Trent flees to Eastern Canada to escape the men that killed her estranged husband. But while driving on a dangerous, lonely logging road, Avery comes face to face with death and the only thing holding her back from the edge is a ruggedly handsome but cantankerous mountain man.

Mike Hunter left the RCMP and society behind to live off-grid as a recluse in the New Brunswick mountains years ago, but when he finds a beautiful girl dying in a Jeep at the bottom of his mountain his instincts take over.  It isn’t long before Avery awakens not just his protective nature but his inner daddy dom, too.  Spanking the reckless woman to keep her from running off foolishly into the dangerous wilderness stirs emotions he hasn’t felt in years, and suddenly protecting her from both of their pasts becomes his sole focus.   
  
As danger grows nearer, however, Avery must decide whether she can trust Mike to protect her or if she must flee once more, leaving behind the mountain haven and the daddy dom she’s grown to love.

         
Warning: This book contains graphic hot mountain man lovin’ and both sexy and consensual discipline spankings. If these delicious things offend you, please don’t read. J
Thanks!
Kara Kelley


Want to see the book trailer? 

How about an audio clip from the fantastic narration duo of La Petite Mort and Ruby Rivers?


Excerpt:

"What are you doing?" His gruff voice made her drop the shorts to her feet and stand swiftly.  Her face felt hot with embarrassment. He’d caught her going through his underwear drawer. Oh, God, his underwear drawer!
 "Uh." She looked to the drawer, her gaze landing on a pair of thick wool socks and she lunged for them.

"I—my feet were cold." Her heart pounded as his eyes narrowed, but this time it didn't beat in her chest. Avery swallowed several times to rid herself of the dry patch in her throat. Yes, she liked this guy's look, even when it was irritated, maybe especially so. There was a mix of excitement, heat, and fear that fizzed in her.  He was a contradiction with his rugged, gruff exterior and his gentle nurturing, and it fascinated her.

 "I was distracted by the funny boxers," she said, looking down sheepishly at the socks, hoping he bought her lie. It wasn't all a lie; she did get distracted by his shorts.

His hands went to his hips.  The jeans he wore were old but hugged him well—too well to need the thick leather belt he wore. Tucked into them was a green thermal long sleeve shirt that molded over each well-defined pec, ab and bicep. He was a man in every single way.
 "And what would you think if you caught me looking through your undergarments?" He walked toward her, and she stepped back automatically, her knees hitting the bed and knocking her to a sitting position. She chewed the inside of her cheek as he kept coming.

"I'd probably think you were a pervert." She was intimidated by his size, so she looked to her feet.


"I think that sounds about right." He bent forward and lifted Avery's chin with one long, callused finger. "Are you a pervert?" Was that humour in his eyes? She swallowed audibly.  She shook her head, and her stomach churned nervously.

 "What's your name, little girl?" His deep voice hummed through her, and her heart flipped.  She only shook her head again. He sighed and sat down beside her on the bed.
 "Lie down." It was once again a stern demand rather than a request. His eyes searched hers, but this time it wasn't as uncomfortable.  His firm but concerned blue eyes penetrated hers, and a starburst of thrills shot through her. His plump red lips framed by the reddish-blond beard were calling to her, and she wanted to place her hands on his weather-pinked cheeks and draw him closer.  He sighed again and pulled his toque off. His hair hung in dark blond waves to his shoulders. Longish hair had never, ever been sexy to her, but God, this man wore it well. He tucked it behind his ears. She wanted to reach out and touch it. It looked thick and smooth.
 "Do you ever do as you're told?" he asked, sounding more than a little exasperated." She shrugged and gave him a small flat smile. Obedience and Avery were synonymous at one time. 
             "I don't have patience for people at the best of times, but little girls that drive off the road because they're speeding and ignoring warning signs, and force me to rescue them not once, but twice—well, I have no patience for them at all. Now, lay down or I'll introduce my hard hand to your bare bottom." His forehead creases deepened. 
“Okay Yukon.”



"My name is Mike, Annie calls me Yukon. But while you're here, you'll call me Daddy."


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4 comments:

  1. This snippet is hilarious, Kara! I don't think a situation can get more awkward than having Mike find Avery snooping through his underwear drawer. Congrats on the soon to be released book!!

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    1. Thank you, Meredith. :) It was a fun scene.

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  2. Great snippet. That was very funny!

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