Thursday, March 30, 2017

Marriage, Mobsters, and the Marine by @KryssieFortune #EggcerptExchange #romance

Marriage, Mobsters, and a Marine

     When writing my book, Marriage, Mobster's and the Marine, I learned so much about the wonderful men and women who make up the Unites States Marine Corps. The more I learned, the more my respect for them grew. 
     I was so glad I made Jared Armstrong a Marine. The first chapter of Marriage, Mobsters and the Marine can be read on my website. Also, if you want to know more about Jared, there are a couple of short, free reads about him on my website.


Abigail Montgomery, a small-town schoolteacher with zero self-confidence, dreams of the Dickensian Christmas her family never enjoyed. Each month she attends a masked BDSM club, but her next visit will be her last. If she doesn’t marry within the next year, her brother won’t inherit Montgomery Hall. Desperate, she advertises for a husband.

Jared Armstrong, a former Marine sharpshooter and occasional Dom, needs $125,000 to get his family out of a hole. His solution--to marry Abigail Montgomery for her money. His only regret is his wife won’t accept his spanking lifestyle.

Soon, Abigail dreams of making their marriage real, but she promised Jared a divorce two years after their wedding. Can they share some Christmas magic as their relationship faces extortion threats, a kidnapping, and an attempted murder? Or will Jared walk away and break her heart?


Whipping was one of her hard limits. She didnt want to safeword, not on her last night here, but she couldnt let him whip her. She worked out three times a week in the local hotels basement gym. The ladies of Westhorpe Ridge would be outraged if she arrived covered in bruises or lash marks. As a respected schoolteacher, she couldnt afford the rumors and scandal. Sometimes she thought her hometown would fade away if the locals didnt have her family to gossip about.
Master Jay chuckled. Dont worry. I plan to spank your bare ass until it glows in the dark, but Ill do it with my hand, not paddles or whips. Then Ill spank it some more. The only toys I have in mind tonight are a blindfold and some ropes.
Abigails heart raced again. This man knew exactly what she needed, and while she regretted they hadnt hooked up before, she liked to study a Dom before she placed herself in his care. Maybe that was why shed not played many scenes, but shed always been a better-safe-than-sorry kind of girl. Her mouth dried in anticipation, and her nipples tingled as she let him lead her into a private room.
Shed left the choice of surroundings to her Dom for the night, but the canopied bed with white broderie-anglaise-trimmed covers surprised her. It would be a perfect match for the white lacy basque she wore beneath her catsuit. When shed bought it online, shed had Master Jay in mind.
He settled into a leather armchair, one ankle crossed over the other legs knee, totally relaxed. Take off your catsuit. Slowly. Make me drool.
Behind her mask, Abigail grinned. Her Dom understood her exhibitionist streak. She bent at the waist, giving him a peek at her cleavage as she leaned toward him and shimmied her hips. He shot forward, almost coming out of the chair to land a gentle slap on her butt.
She slowly lowered the zipper on the front of her catsuit. He whistled in a breath when he saw what she wore beneath it. White lace stretched over her breasts before the boned and laced bodice flowed over her flat stomach. Once shed hooked her thumbs in the catsuit, she wriggled her hips and pushed it over her thighs. It pooled around her ankles, and as she stepped out of the folds, she kicked it over by the wall.
When she reached to unlace the front of her basque, he snapped, Leave it.
Again she smiled behind her cat mask, happy shed made the right choice.


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