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High Country Daddies is now out on audio!
The fantastic Ali Jaynes is a Kiwi just like me, so you can hear my high country men in a genuine Kiwi accent.

Here's the blurb:
After losing her job in the city, Carly Morgan heads for the one place where she might be able to start over: a farm in the foothills of New Zealand's towering Southern Alps. There on an isolated homestead, three men await. Three rugged, old-fashioned men whose rules she'll learn to obey unless she wants her cute little bottom bared and soundly spanked. Three men she'll call daddy.

Though a trip over a big, strong man's knee with her panties down proves more painful and humiliating than she had ever imagined, the shameful chastisement arouses Carly deeply, and being claimed and shared by her stern, handsome daddies leaves her utterly spent and satisfied.

Carly's love for her daddies grows stronger every day, but as she struggles with the demons of her past it becomes clear that they have conflicts of their own to overcome. Will the harsh realities of a high country winter strengthen the bonds between them or tear them apart forever?

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Here is a bonus epilogue scene to The Gunslinger's Woman. It's not in the book and isn't available to read anywhere else. I hope you enjoy it!
The Gunslinger's Woman
Two Years Later

Jeannie stood in the doorway of their little log cabin and looked out over the stream that meandered gently around the rocks. She was happy, having a little place of her own to call home. Just as they’d promised her before the wedding, Sam, Tommy and Emmett had helped Danny build them a little cabin of their own, far enough away from the main house that they could have privacy, but close enough for her to watch the men in her life working in the corral with the horses. She smoothed her apron down over her dress and smiled contentedly. How life had changed just in two short years! Her clothing, for starters. For the first year and a half of their marriage, she’d continued to wear her men’s britches, just as Danny had promised her she could. But as her belly grew swollen with child, the britches became uncomfortable and she’d had the seamstress in town make her some simple cotton dresses. Danny seemed to enjoy her new clothes. She rejected the feminine finery most other ladies worse, so Danny had easy access to her bottom and pussy just by sliding his hand up under her dress. A shiver shot down her spine as she thought of Danny’s fingers creeping up her thigh to that secret spot between her legs; that delicious place that Danny liked to touch so lightly, the pads of his fingers barely grazing her little nub that shot desire through her whole body.

The two loaves of bread cooling on the window ledge reminded her of another change to her life: domesticity. With all her being, Jeannie had always resisted the expectations that society thrust upon her, preferring instead to break in horses and leave the running of the household to Maria’s skilled hands. But once her own cabin had been built, the windows decorated with pale yellow curtains that she’d chosen herself, a strange desire to take care of the home had lodged inside her and wouldn’t leave, until Maria had taught her everything that she would need to know.

Tosca, grazing nearby, lifted his head when she stepped outside and whickered to her in greeting. She didn’t ride him any more: doctor’s orders. He had insisted she give up working with the horses right from the very moment she learned she was pregnant and even though she thought the doctor was stupid and had no idea what he was talking about, Danny disagreed. And he’d made his feelings on the matter very plain indeed, baring her bottom and spanking her soundly until she promised to mind what the doctor said.

Taking the upturned bucket from where it sat just outside the door, she carried it down to the stream, squatted on the rocky bank, and filled it with the crisp, clean water. She hadn’t taken more than a dozen steps towards home when Danny’s deep, sexy voice whispered in her ear.

“Mrs Coulter.” She grinned as he slid his hands around her waist from behind and pulled her close against his body. She felt the hard planes of his chest against her back and heat shot through her core. His touch always did the most wicked things to her insides, making the butterflies within her take flight and her pussy ache with need.

“You’re not supposed to be carting water,” he growled, his voice gruff. “Doctor’s orders.”

“Doctor’s don’t know everything,” Jeannie scoffed, her grin widening as Danny’s fingers spread out over her swollen belly, clutching her possessively.

Gently, he took the bucket from her and set it on the ground, tipped her head back over his arm and bent his head to meet her mouth. His lips were hot against hers as he kissed her, his tongue melding with hers. The air crackled around them as she tangled her fingers in his hair and lost herself in their kiss. His erection pressed against her hip as his mouth claimed hers completely.

“You’re going to listen to the doctor,” Danny insisted, breaking off the kiss. “I don’t want anything happening to you or our baby.”

Jeannie leaned back against rest, resting her head on his chest, and sighed contently. It felt so right, leaning against her gunslinger. Except he wasn’t a gunslinger any more. After he’d shot the Mullins gang at their wedding he’d hung up his guns, and said he hoped he would never have to use them again. And so far, he hadn’t. These days he earned an honest living, helping her brothers run the ranch. His days of shooting and killing were long behind him.

She looked up at him and pouted. “I don’t want to listen to the doctor. I’m fine. I’m not sick.”

In an instant, Danny turned her sideways and smacked her bottom, the heavy swat reverberating through her. “It’s been far too long since you’ve had a decent spanking.”

“On the contrary,” she argued. “I don’t think it’s been nearly long enough!”

Danny smiled down at her and squeezed her bottom, his fingers digging in where he’d just spanked, and raised an eyebrow. “If you don’t want me to bare your bottom and give you one right here, you let me cart the water.”

“No! You can’t spank me out here! My brothers might see!”

Danny chuckled. “Then you be good. No more carting water.” His voice was stern, but there was an unmistakeable twinkle in his eye that made Jeannie’s heart skip a beat.

Jeannie pouted again, but nodded as Danny swept her off her feet and into his arms, cradling her against his chest. She wrapped her arms around his neck as he carried her towards the cabin.

“The water!” she reminded him, pointing at the bucket sitting on the ground where he’d left it.

“The water can wait,” Danny insisted, nuzzling her neck. “I’ve got more important things to worry about.”

“Such as?”

“Reminding my wife of her place.”

“And where is that?” Jeannie snuggled against him, safe in his strong arms.

“In my bed.” He kissed her nose. “Screaming my name in pleasure, over and over again.”

Jeannie giggled. “I think you’re right,” she agreed. “The water can wait.” She tightened the grip she had on his neck and tugged a lock of his hair gently, making him look at her.

He raised an eyebrow in question.

“I’ve decided on a name for the baby,” she whispered. “If it’s a girl, I want to name her Lucy. Is that okay?”

She watched Danny’s face closely as emotion flitted across it, then his mouth widened into a grin. He bent his head to kiss her again as he carried her over the threshold of their little cabin, kicking the door shut behind them. “That will be perfect, my love,” he whispered back. “Perfect.”



The End.

Writing Daddy's Belt was a personal journey for me in some ways - it's set on a (fictional) farm in the actual place where I grew up!
Recently, I took a trip down memory lane and returned to the area I spent my childhood in, and took some photos of the farmland that inspired this story.

Blake Howard's family farm is made up of rugged, rolling hills and backs onto the wild Tasman sea - visible in the distance in the photos below.

As I was sitting in the passenger seat, driving along the winding, rural roads of the Awhitu Peninsula, it was so easy to imagine what Melanie must have been thinking. The way her heart would have been in her throat as she looked out the window, seeing nothing but hills, the town - and shops - getting further and further away. She must have felt utter despair.
I loved growing up in this area, but I'm a country girl at heart. It would have been an incredible culture shock for a city girl, and would take a huge amount of getting used to!



The first two photos are taken from the same spot, the first is facing to the West - and the wild Tasman Sea - including farmland inspiring Blake Howard's farm.The second photo is facing directly to the East - far in the distance is the Manukau Harbour.
The third photo includes a heart-shaped hill. Can you see it?Locals back in the 50s and 60s called it "Maori's bum" - I guess it's derived from the Maori legend of how New Zealand came about - the story of Maui fishing up the North Island, and his brothers cutting into it with their axes, forming the hills. If you're interested, you can read more about that legend here.So based on that legend, local lore of an ancient Maori sitting down on the side of the hill and creating those indentations is totally feasible :)
In these hills are old Maori earthworks from an old pa - fortifications are still visible.I have plans to write another story set in this area one day, but back in the pioneer days.
To read the story this place inspired, Daddy's Belt is exclusive to Amazon and in Kindle Unlimited. Find out more, and grab your copy here.

High Country Daddies has an epilogue!!


Thank you so much to those of you who wrote to me requesting an epilogue! Your requests, along with the reviews suggesting an epilogue would improve the book, spurred me to write one!
It's been added to the book on Amazon - if you've bought it already, you might need to download it again to get the epilogue. 
But I'm also going to share it here as well, for those of you who find it easier to read it here, rather than going back to Amazon.
I hope you enjoy it! Personally, I think it rounds the story off nicely. Please let me know what you think in the comments below!
Epilogue



One year later…


“Oof,” Carly grunted as the ancient jeep bounced over the big stones along the riverbed. Once again, she was driving this old dunger up to the old boundary riders hut, their base for the autumn muster. Only this time, the hut was much nicer than it had been last year. Mike had started doing it up in his spare time after Carly had suggested starting up a business using it as accommodation for the hunters and fishermen who explored these mountains. Ideally the hut alterations wouldn’t be the only improvement; she hoped the entire muster went better than last year’s. “It better go better than last year’s,” she muttered. “We don’t need any disasters this time.”

Up ahead she could see Davo, cantering easily up the hill, the young horse under him going well. She smiled. The gelding was the last one of the Ryan’s Peak Station horses to be sold, and he was going to his new home next month. And then it would be time to start bringing on the new horses. And starting the foals.

Carly would never compete again. She knew it, and she was at peace with her decision. Lisa’s tragic death was still too raw and competing would bring it all back. Even thinking about eventing felt like a betrayal of her friend. But Mike had been right—Lisa wouldn’t want her to turn her back on horses forever. So she worked in partnership with Davo, training the horses that had been bred on the station. Already their horses had a reputation as being good. Reliable. Athletic. Sure-footed. Calm. And with her name still known in eventing circles, her endorsement of the Ryan’s Peak Station horses had spurred sales to new heights, with Davo being able to ask a far higher price than what he’d expected and being inundated with orders for next season.

So much had happened in the past twelve months. Had it really only been a year? Sometimes it felt like it had been a lifetime.

After the accident on the muster Davo had recovered pretty quickly, getting back to work within a couple of weeks. But recovery had been slow for Josh. The head injury he’d sustained in the helicopter crash had been worse than anyone had realised, and he’d tired easily, suffering debilitating headaches, unable to do much for months. He’d slept a lot and been plagued by nightmares. For months she had rushed to his side, woken by his terrified screams, and eventually he’d told her what had happened in Afghanistan. She wasn’t used to seeing men cry, but Josh had cried openly while relating his memories. And she’d cried with him as he’d told her of the explosions, the chaos, the screaming, the blood, the fear, the death.

Two rockets had hit his unit’s barracks, fired at night from just beyond the perimeter. The blasts had been deafening, the stench of fear overpowering. Everywhere, people were screaming. He’d never been more frightened in his life. He’d joined the Army wanting adventure, he’d told her, his voice bitter. He’d wanted to see action. Excitement. She remembered the way he shook his head, as if he couldn’t believe how stupid he’d once been. She could still hear the grief in his voice, the regret. The guilt. The helpless frustration. So similar to how she, herself, felt.

The vehemence in his voice had been strong as he’d told her how he hadn’t expected excitement, action, and adventure would include so much death. So much pain.

The first blast had shattered windows, sent concrete flying, turned buildings to rubble. It had taken the lives of some of his comrades. They’d been bleeding, screaming and dying all around him, but he’d had to ignore them. He only had eyes for one, and she was injured. His forbidden love. He’d rushed to her, he’d never sprinted so fast in his life, desperation driving him, and he’d
scooped her up in his arms and she’d clung to him, terrified, hurting, blood trickling from the corner of her mouth. He’d ran, as fast as he could go with her in his arms, pumping his legs faster than he ever had before. But it wasn’t enough. She’d died. He couldn’t protect her. He’d failed.

His cracking voice had broken completely when he told Carly how he’d been carrying her to safety when the second rocket landed, the explosion even bigger than the first, shaking the ground beneath his feet. He’d been crushed by a shower of debris, his leg trapped under a huge concrete block, a heavy slab that had once been a wall. The woman he loved had died in his arms. Carly had been the only woman he had loved since losing her.

He’d undergone months of rehab. He didn’t know what had happened to her body, never got the chance to go to her funeral. He didn’t even know what country she was buried in. He was in hospital overseas for weeks before being shipped off home to recuperate.

Through Carly’s tears, she’d told him of Lisa, her best friend, dying in her arms, and the events that had led up to it. They’d cried together for what felt like hours. Drawing strength from each other, comfort. Releasing their guilt. And through their tragedies, they were united. Their bond was strengthened by a cord that ran between them, tying them together in their remembered grief. Josh wasn’t just her daddy anymore; their relationship went far deeper than that now.

He flew by in the helicopter, swooping low over the valley. She’d been terrified the first time he’d gone up in the brand new helicopter that insurance had finally paid for, but she was used to it now. It had been a freak accident. Nothing more. Josh was a competent pilot. He would be fine.

“Bloody hell, Mike! Watch where you’re going!” she yelled, rocking in her seat as the jeep lurched sideways, bumping through a hole that was obviously much deeper than it looked. She was following in Mike’s tracks exactly, but the ute Mike was driving didn’t look like it had rocked as much as the jeep had. She rubbed her swollen belly. “You right in there bubs?”

She glanced down at her belly, the solitaire diamond engagement ring she wore on her left hand sparkling in the autumn sunshine. It was a gorgeous ring, far more beautiful and expensive than she would have chosen. And since they’d all gotten down together on one knee and proposed to her, she hadn’t taken it off. They’d all chipped in for it and she was engaged to them all, even though legally she could only marry one of them. They’d decided that would be Mike, the oldest Ryan brother. Soon she would share the Ryan name. The little life growing inside her, biologically Mike’s, but belonging to them all, would carry on the Ryan legacy. She planned to have a baby with each of them, to complete the legacy. Now she truly belonged on Ryan’s Peak Station.

The ground evened out as they left the riverbed and she watched as Davo urged the gelding into a gallop. She wished she was out there with him, feeling the power of a horse beneath her, their hands linked as they rode side by side, just as they’d done so many times. But riding was out for her, for a few more months at least. She’d ridden all throughout the early stages of her pregnancy, but now the sheer size of her ever-expanding belly made it too uncomfortable.

Mike caught her eye in the rear-vision mirror, gave her a questioning look. “You okay?” he mouthed.
She nodded, smiled. She was okay. She was more than okay.

She squirmed in her seat, her freshly-spanked butt tender after bouncing over the ruts in the ground. If she’d thought that being pregnant would put an end to the spankings her men dished out with increasing regularity, she was sadly mistaken. If anything, they were even stricter now, and more protective, because now she wasn’t only endangering herself, but their baby. She’d been given a stark reminder of that just last night when she’d insisted on helping load up the vehicles in
preparation for the muster. All of them had strongly objected to her lifting even slightly heavy things, despite her insistence that she was fine.

“Leave it darlin’,” Davo had commanded, taking the box from her hands and loading it into the ute himself. “You know you’re not supposed to be lifting things. You’re meant to be taking it easy.”
She’d argued, and he’d bent her over the back of the ute, bared her butt and whacked her right there, outside under the stars, lighting a fire on her backside with a dozen swats of his huge, powerful hand.
All the spankings were milder now. She hadn’t felt the stinging bite of leather since Davo had used his belt up at the hut on the muster, exactly a year ago. Nor had she felt the wicked kiss of the wooden spoon since Josh had punished her before the muster. But their calloused palms hurt plenty. Hard physical work made them as hard as wood, propelled by strong arms to leave a burning imprint in her skin.

She should feel suffocated, losing so much of her independence, being subject to so many safety rules and watched over so closely by three protective men. She should feel completely smothered. But she didn’t. She felt cherished. Loved. Happy.

Eventually, after another hour of driving, the little hut—newly renovated—came into sight, and she breathed a sigh of relief. Finally! She needed a break, needed to stretch her legs. The baby was kicking lots, annoyed at being squashed up for so long.

In the clearing behind the little hut Josh had landed the helicopter and the rotors had slowed down to nearly a stop. He stood next to it, leaning against the railing of the yards, his expression unreadable.
She pulled the jeep up as close to the hut as she could get, cut the engine and opened the door. Having stopped just ahead of her, Mike got out of the ute and came to her, slipping his arm around her shoulders, placing one huge hand on her rounded belly.

“How you getting on in there, little one?”

She slipped her hand into his as they walked into the hut together.

“So much has happened, huh? I can’t believe it’s been a whole year since the last time we were all up here for a muster. I hope this one goes a bit better.”

“It will, baby girl. Now you go and put your feet up. I’ll go and sort out the dogs.”

“I can help,” she insisted. “I’m not an invalid.”

“You’re growing our baby,” Mike reminded her. “You can sit down and do as you’re told. Let us take care of everything.”

“But…”

Mike raised his eyebrows in stern warning. “Do you want to start the muster off with a spanking?”

Carly pouted. “You’re mean.”

He kissed her nose. “Only because I love you.”

She did sit down, though. Mike had brought a plush armchair up to the hut after he’d fixed it up and had set it in front of the fire. She sat in it now, reading the initials carved into the wood. There was so much history in this little building, and now she was a part of it.

After unloading the vehicles and doing everything else that needed to be done, her men came into the hut, each laden down with a huge armload of wood, and slammed the hut door behind them, shutting out the crisp mountain weather. Within a few minutes the fire was roaring, warming up the little stone building.

This year, there was no tension threatening to rip the walls apart, no raised voices, no bitterness.

Davo brought her a steaming mug of Milo and handed a bottle of Speights to each of his brothers. It was a proper mug this time, not the battered enamel thing she remembered from last time. The mug that looked like it had been here as long as the hut itself. She started to bring the mug to her lips, then stopped, holding it in mid-air.

“I want to propose a toast,” she said. “To my high country daddies. I’m so glad you all came into my life. You all make me the happiest woman alive. Who knew that a chance meeting on the side of the road would lead to this, huh?”

She leaned forward, clinking her mug against the stems of the glass bottles.

“Cheers.”

“Cheers,” her men echoed.

“And to our son,” Josh added.

“It might be a girl,” Mike pointed out.

“Whatever it is, it’s going to be well loved,” Davo insisted.

Carly just smiled, content in the knowledge that Davo’s words were true.

The End.

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Have you read my latest release,  High Country Daddies  yet?It's exclusive to Amazon and free to read in KU!!Read on for a naughty excerpt:

“Oi!” The yell startled her and she jumped, then looked up. Striding across the paddock, a fierce look on his face, was Davo, annoyance etched into every bit of his six foot four inch all-alpha frame.
Carly gulped. The way his fists were clenched at his sides told her she was in trouble. Davo’s instruction, You stay close to the house until we get back, popped into her head. Oops. She’d forgotten about that. When she’d wandered off, trying to clear her head, she hadn’t even given a thought to his command. She’d been lost in lust and anticipation. Unintentional disobedience didn’t count, did it?

She slowed her pace, Davo increased his. His long strides ate up the distance between them, bringing her closer and closer to meeting her fate.

He stopped just in front of her, not a metre away, and folded his arms across his chest in that masculine way of his, staring down at her sternly.

“You were told to stay around the house,” he growled.

Indignation welled up inside her. Did he think she was a child? She met his frown with one of her own and stamped her foot petulantly.

“I felt like going for a walk,” she informed him. “I wanted to clear my head so I can focus. I’m a grown woman. I can take care of myself, you know.”

“Out here, you’re our woman,” he growled. “You agreed to stay here under our terms.”

“Which haven’t yet been discussed,” she interrupted.

His brow furrowed in sexy, stern warning. Her stomach clenched. There was that dominance again that she found irresistible, that unmistakable threat that turned her insides to molten lava.

“I told you to stay around the house and you agreed,” he reminded her.

“I didn’t actually,” she argued. “You took my silence on the matter to be agreement. It wasn’t.”

His brow furrowed even deeper. Could this man get any sexier? Carly’s heart skipped a beat. This was actually going to happen… she was actually going to get spanked. Properly, if Davo’s body language was anything to go by.

“I gave you an instruction and expected it to be followed. It wasn’t up for negotiation.”

“So it’s my fault you misunderstood, is that what you’re saying?” She met his eyes in a challenging gaze, pressing her hands against her hips in the most defiant gesture she could muster. If she was going to get spanked, she may as well push a bit more and make it worthwhile. Indulge her cravings properly.

“I didn’t misunderstand; you disobeyed,” he growled. “And I think you know how disobedience is punished up here.”

The knot in her stomach pulled itself tighter. She was as excited as she was terrified. She knew it would hurt, but she reckoned it would be totally worth it to be punished by this incredibly sexy man. Her bottom clenched in anticipation. Mike spanking her earlier had been the hottest thing she’d experienced in years. Would Davo be as good at lighting a fire in her tail with just a few swats as Mike was?

She sucked in a breath and blew it out through her mouth upward, blowing a few stray strands of hair up off her face. Her blood felt hot in her veins. “Why do I have to stay close to the house? I’m not a child.”

“Because there’s thousands of acres here, that’s why,” Davo snapped, his tone gruff, impatient. “If you wander off and get yourself lost, or you have an accident and get hurt, we wouldn’t even know where to start looking. It would take us ages to find you.”

She supposed that made sense. But she didn’t want to be housebound forever. One of the attractions of this place had been the wide open spaces. If she’d wanted to stay inside a building she would have just stayed in the city.

“So you expect me to never leave the house?”

Davo’s stern expression relaxed slightly. “Of course not. We’ll take you over the station over time, and as you grow more comfortable here and learn your way around you can take a bike and explore by yourself, as long as you leave us a note with where you’re going. But today, I wanted you safe by the house. So we don’t have to worry.”

Carly rolled her eyes. Seriously? Did she look like a helpless, incompetent child? “I’m a big girl, I can look after myself. You don’t have to worry,” she informed him somewhat haughtily. “I’ve been looking after myself for years.”

“Rolling your eyes is not going to get you out of trouble, darlin’,” Davo scolded. “While you’re here with us, as our woman, we will worry. And we will expect you to obey our rules.”
“Even when your rules are pathetic?”

Davo nodded. “Even then."

He edged closer to her and took her hand. Her skin tingled where he touched it and the fluttering sensation in her belly increased. She tried to pull her hand away but he tightened his grip, burying her hand in his, his sheer size making her feel so small in comparison. His fingers stretched upward around her wrist, and he pulled her in close. Her breath caught in her throat. This was really happening!

Still holding tightly to her wrist, Davo dropped to one knee almost as though he was going to propose. It struck her as funny and she giggled, but her laughter died in her throat as he yanked her wrist sharply and grabbed her waist with his other hand, pulling her down over his muscular thigh. She squealed and wriggled, trying to escape, but he held her firmly and swatted her bottom sharply, trapping her in place.

“Not so funny now, is it, darlin’?” Davo asked, his voice husky.

“No, sir,” she agreed, but it was hard to keep the excitement out of her voice. Mike had started the fire that burned within her and now it was a raging inferno that only a proper spanking would quench. She wiggled her backside in an unspoken but clear invitation. That was all the invitation Davo needed.

She squeaked in surprise at the brush of air across her thighs as he lifted up her skirt and laid it across her back, pinning it in place with his arm, holding her tightly. She braced her hands on the ground in front of her, holding herself steady. She was blushing, she could feel it. The embarrassment of having her skirt lifted was something she hadn’t been expecting, but it made the whole experience so much more exciting. She felt so naughty, draped over his thigh, her skirt lifted, her bottom ready to be spanked.

Davo slipped his fingers under the elastic of her knickers, fingering the cotton, the sensation almost making her groan with desire. “We’ll leave these up for now, but we’ll see how you go. They might need to come down.”

The idea of being bared to him sent a wave of lust to her loins and she wiggled her bottom again in response to his words. The message she was sending him couldn’t be clearer. His huge, heavy palm landed with a resounding crack across the fullest part of her bottom.

“You know what happens now, don’t you?”

“Yes, sir,” she whispered.

Davo didn’t stop after just a few swats like Mike had done. He didn’t spank lightly, either. Each smack burned and stung, well and truly satisfying her craving. His heavy hand felt as hard as a board as it landed on her tender bottom, making her wriggle and squirm in a feeble attempt to escape his firm grasp.

“Ow! Okay! I get it!” she shrieked, yelping as his big hand landed again and again, the swats seeming to get harder.

The smacks kept falling. Over and over again, landing in an alternate pattern all over her bottom, left, right, middle, every hard whack leaving behind an ache and a burn that made her yelp.

“Stop! Please! I’ll be good, I promise!”


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I'm changing things up in 2020 and one of them is this: I'm going to blog more!
On my blog this year I'm going to share snippets from my books, the inspiration behind my books, extra scenes that aren't in my books, and whatever else comes to mind.
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To start the year off right, I'm going to share an excerpt from my brand new book  High Country Daddies 
It's from the very first spanking that Carly receives on Ryan's Peak Station at the hands of one of her men.

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Mike had his head deep in the bowels of an old tractor but as soon as he heard her he jumped down from the wooden crate he was standing on and came out to her car. The little dog she’d seen yesterday came running out to greet her, running in circles around her feet and barking, but not getting close enough for her to touch.“Get out of it Goof,” Mike told him, and the little dog disappeared, scampering through the fence and away out of sight. Carly stared after him longingly. There had been a little dog like that at the place she’d kept her horse… Don’t think about that, her inner voice ordered. It’s in the past. Leave it there.Mike stepped forward. “This tyre,” he said gruffly, bringing her back to the present and away from her memories. She looked up at him, he was pointing out the front drivers side tyre. “I can’t believe you drove all this way on a tyre like that. Look at it! There’s canvas showing through!” She looked where he was pointing and reached forward to run her hand over the rubber.“Don’t touch,” he warned gruffly, grabbing her wrist. “There’s wire poking through, you’ll get hurt. It’s a wonder that thing didn’t blow,” he growled, straightening up to fix her with a stern stare and releasing her wrist.Electricity shot up her arm from his touch. The knot in her stomach wound itself tighter as Mike frowned down at her, scolding her in that deep, growly voice that made her feel like a naughty child.“If you’d hit a sharp stone on that canvas you would have been a goner for sure!”She gulped. Was the tyre really that bad? She had no idea!“Give me your keys, Carly,” Mike commanded, stretching out his hand. “You’re not driving anywhere on that tyre - it’s not safe.”Automatically, her fist tightened around the keyring she clutched in her fingers. She didn’t want to give up her keys. Especially not now that she’d decided to leave. She shook her head, almost imperceptibly.“Look,” Mike growled. “You should be spanked for driving your car like that. It’s not safe! Remember what we said last night, about safety, rules and consequences? This is a safety issue.”He kept speaking, but she didn’t hear any more. Spanked was going round and round in her brain. Was that really what they’d meant by consequences? Surely not! The threat of being spanked by the sexiest men she’d ever come across was hardly going to act as a deterrent.Lust pulsing through her, she gripped the keyring even tighter. Her fingers clutched the thin metal ring as tightly as her bottom clenched in response to Mike’s threat. Her gaze travelled slowly up his body, taking in the lean but powerful build. Heat shot to her core. She licked her lips.“And if I don’t?” she deliberately kept a light, flirty lilt to her voice, and tipped her head to the side, flicking her hair back over her shoulder as she did so. “You’ll spank me? That’s pretty tempting, you know.”Mike grinned, humour lighting up his face before he shook his head and forced away his amusement. She felt his whole demeanour change as he frowned. “There’s a vast difference between a good girl spanking and a bad girl spanking,” he growled. “A good girl spanking is the fun one. But what you’re chasing after is a bad girl spanking. Something reserved for naughty girls. You won’t like it at all, I promise you.”Her tummy flipped. “You don’t know what I like,” she insisted sassily. Even as she said the words, she doubted her sanity. What was she doing, intentionally pissing off the very man who’d just threatened her, when she was all alone with him in the middle of nowhere?
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In case you're wondering, yes that scene was inspired by my real life (as many of my books, or bits of my books, are). I'm not known for good car maintenance. I once drove around with the oil light on for an entire week! And a few years ago, I was quite happily driving around in a car with a very bald tyre... so bald that the canvas was showing through. Oops!


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This one is set on a high country sheep station in the foothills of the Southern Alps of New Zealand and it has three - yes three! - devilishly hot heroes!

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And read on for the entire first chapter:
Carly Morgan clutched the crumpled scrap of paper tightly, trying to spread it out on the steering wheel and get rid of the creases enough to make it readable. The hastily-scrawled note had been virtually illegible when the handsome stranger had first given it to her and now, nearly a whole year later, faded, worn and torn after so long stuffed in the back of her wallet, it was next to impossible to read. Growling in frustration, she threw it on the floor.This was the road – it had to be. The signpost had long gone and the tarseal had turned to gravel ages ago. It was the only road around for miles. Narrow and winding. Leading to the middle of nowhere.She could distinctly remember the turn left at the fork and head for the hills instruction spoken in that low, rumbly tone that even now, months later, made her stomach clench. This was the only fork in the road she’d come to in the better part of an hour and behind it were stunning hills. Foothills of New Zealand’s Southern Alps, with the snow-capped peaks of the mountains themselves beyond, towering above the valley. They were majestic, beautiful. It was gorgeous countryside out here, even if it was in the middle of nowhere.Her mind went back to last year, when she’d first met her handsome saviours. She’d been desperate, waiting on the side of the deserted road for hours. The GPS she’d been following had taken her on this short-cut that really wasn’t, there was no cell phone coverage and she’d discovered, too late, that her brand-new work car didn’t have a jack. She’d been beginning to wonder if she’d have to spend the night there. She’d spent the night in worse places and at least there was a stunning view.The road had been so deserted that when the dust cloud thrown up by the battered red ute with the huge wheels had slowly got bigger and bigger, she’d thought she was seeing things. Until she’d heard the rumble of the engine getting closer and closer. It had pulled up behind her and three big men, her heroes, had gotten out. Brothers, from Ryan’s Peak Station back in the hills. They’d all been tall, broad shouldered, lean and muscular, and ruggedly handsome, and they’d made short work of changing her tyre. She’d stood on the side of the road and chatted to them as they worked, and casually mentioned that she wouldn’t mind seeing a high country station one day. “It must be so romantic!” she’d commented dreamily. They’d chuckled at that, all of them, but hadn’t corrected her. One of them, a part-Maori man, the tallest of the three, had invited her to the local pub with them for a drink, but she’d politely declined. She had to carry on, she’d said. She’d wasted enough time, stuck out here in the middle of nowhere; she wanted to be back in the city before dark. So they’d gone on without her, but not before another one of them had pressed a piece of paper into her hand.“Here,” he’d told her. “How to find us.” The wink he’d given her had turned her insides to mush and she’d regretted her hasty refusal to have a drink with them, but before she could change her mind he’d gotten back into the ute and they’d roared off, dust flying up behind them, and she’d been all alone once more.“This has to be it,” she murmured to herself, taking the left fork. “Oh well, here goes nothing.”As well as being so dusty that tiny particles of dirt came in through the vents and stuck to her face and hair, the road was potholed and rutted. Her sedan wasn’t small, but it didn’t have big wheels like the ute she remembered, and it jolted and bumped. She slowed to a crawl. “Damn this road is awful!” she muttered, gripping the steering wheel tighter to navigate around the holes.The road seemed to go on forever. What was it the barely readable directions said? 12k’s? Surely she’d driven that far? She glanced down at the speedo: bang on snail’s pace. It would take a fair while to drive twelve kilometres at that speed.She kept going.And then she stopped, amazed. Just over the brow of the hill, to the right, the valley opened up to the most spectacular view she’d ever seen. A waterfall crashed over a cliff to splash into a little pool below. A stream meandered along the valley floor. Cattle were scattered along the river flats. Green grazing gave way to crops further back, with the hills turning into tussock beyond that. To her left the Southern Alps loomed, the snow-capped mountains standing forbidding and powerful. She was stunned. She’d lived in New Zealand her whole life. How had she not known places like this existed?Forcing her eyes back to the road, she carried on. It couldn’t be much further now, surely?Just around the next bend a narrow driveway went off to the left. Ryan’s Peak Station, according to the wooden sign standing tall and proud in the paddock. Was this it? It had to be! Butterflies in her tummy tried to make their escape as she steered the car over the cattle stop, bracing herself for the bumpy rumble. What was she going to do if this wasn’t the place? What if it turned out she’d come all this way for nothing?Her clammy palms slipped on the steering wheel but there was nothing she could do but keep on driving. Fences on either side of the driveway made it impossible to turn around and she wasn’t much chop at backing. Never had been. As long as she was going forwards, she was a perfectly fine driver. But backwards… That had never made sense to her. And she certainly wasn’t going to attempt reversing over the cattle stop. Not when there were concrete barriers on either side just sitting there, waiting for her to hit. No. She’d rather take her chances with what was at the end of the driveway. She held her breath as she inched forwards.There were trees up ahead. The roof of a house was just visible through the leaves. On this side stood a huge shed, a corrugated iron monstrosity that had no doors and appeared to house myriad agricultural equipment. She recognised a tractor, but that was about it. Everything else inside was completely foreign to her. She swallowed nervously. She was so far out of her depth, here. Why had she even come? What made her think they would even remember her? They probably rescued dozens of damsels in distress from off the side of the road.Pulling up in front of the shed she put the car into neutral and killed the engine. A little yappy dog, fox terrier by the looks of things, darted out of the shed, alerting the world to her arrival in the noisy way only dogs can. A part-Maori man, as tall and striking looking as she remembered, appeared through a gap in the trees before she’d even opened the door. He stood there with his arms crossed, just looking at her. Glaring, almost. A direct challenge in his dark eyes, daring her to get out of the car and face him, but at the same time demanding that she turn around and go back from whence she came.Taking a deep breath she opened the door and stepped out. There was a shrill whistle and the little dog left his sniffing of her car, scurrying back to the security of the shed.“We’re not selling.” His voice was harsh, cold. Nothing like the carefree rumble she remembered on the side of the road.She flashed him a smile. “I’m not buying.”“So why are you here?”Two more men appeared, one came from behind him, through the gap in the trees, presumably; the other one came out of the huge shed, the little dog at his heels. He wore his blue overalls as pants, the top half hanging down around his waist, the sleeves tied loosely around him, a singlet that had possibly once been white but was now stained mostly grey, the only thing covering his broad chest. His shoulders were huge, biceps well defined. Grease was smeared across his face. Even from a distance she could see the dirt in his scruffy blonde hair. He was a mess. But her heart skipped a beat at the sight of him. He was a mighty fine specimen of manhood. He rested his hand up on the side of the shed and leaned against it, a casual stance that made the muscles in his arm flex. She felt his eyes on her, looking her up and down. He winked, a half-smile creeping slowly across his clean-shaven but very grubby face. There was a dimple right in the middle of his chin.She wracked her brain, trying to remember his name, all of their names. They’d all introduced themselves; they’d had quite a chat on the side of the dusty road, all those months ago. Clearly, a lot had happened since then. For all of them, her included.The man at the back stepped forward. Josh. She remembered his slight limp. Although still a good six feet tall, he was the shortest of the three men, the leanest, a bit finer built. The grin he flashed her suggested he knew exactly who she was, and perhaps even why she’d come.“I remember you,” he said simply. “The lady from the side of the road. Last year. We were on our way to the pub. A Friday night.”A small tremor went through her as their eyes locked. She smiled. “That’s right.”Josh pushed past the taller man blocking his way, rather roughly, she thought, using his shoulder as a bulldozer with just a bit too much force. He strode forward, stopped a bit too far away from her, extended his hand.She had to step forward to shake it. His hand enclosed around hers, squeezed, held on just a fraction too long. She remembered his eyes, a startling blue. She couldn’t tear her gaze away.“I wondered if we’d ever see you again.” His voice rumbled over her, as reassuring now as it had been then. There was a soft gentleness lurking in the rich baritone, a tender quality that immediately put her at ease and made her feel safe.“Carly! That’s your name, isn’t it?” The man who’d spoken first, the one who’d been so keen to make sure she knew Ryan’s Peak wasn’t for sale, stepped forward. Now that he knew that she wasn’t in the market for the property his bearing was relaxed, far less imposing and intimidating than it had been at first. He was still a big man, tall, broad, muscular, and he set her heart racing just with his looks and his sheer physical presence.He stuck out his hand. “I’m Davo.”The strength of his grip, the callouses on the base of his fingers, the leathery texture of his rough palm, as his hand closed around hers, all confirmed the first impression she had of him. This man meant business.The last man let go of the shed and came over too. Close up, he was even more handsome than what she remembered. And even grubbier than she’d first thought.“I’m Mike,” he said. Like the men before him he reached out to shake hands with her, glanced down at his grease-covered palm, wiped it on the leg of his overalls, inspected it, then let it drop to his side with a sheepish grin that made her insides squirm with lust. “I’m the one who actually changed your tyre.”Without moving, she returned his grin. “I remember. You were a bit cleaner then, though.” She cocked her head to the side and looked at him, taking in the dirt and grease, the sculpted muscles, the fine looking body that she just knew was underneath the clothes. “From memory, you scrubbed up alright.”He swept both hands up and down his body before winking rakishly. “Are you saying there’s something wrong with the way I look now?”Carly hesitated, one eyebrow raised. “Well… you’re not exactly clean, are you?”He shrugged. “Clean’s overrated.” She couldn’t help but laugh. “Dirty does look good on you.”Mike chuckled, a husky, throaty laugh that made her laugh even more. “You sound like our kind of girl.” He waved towards the gap in the trees. “Come inside, have a beer. It’s nearly knock-off time anyway.”

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January 3! What a way to start 2020! 

It's another rural New Zealand romance, this time set on a high country sheep station in the foothills of the Southern Alps. Not too far from where I live. In some of the most beautiful countryside in New Zealand.
And there's not just one hero. Or two. There's three! Three devilishly hot men, all domineering and alpha and sexy!

This is, quite probably, the hottest book I've ever written. But there's a heart-wrenching storyline in there, too. This book is full of emotions. And hotness. 

It's completely standalone, but also loosely linked to Caine - my novella that was included in the Daddy's Demands anthology back in 2018 under the title Trusting Daddy.

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I'm so excited to share a short, spicy excerpt from my book that's coming soon for Saturday Spankings this week.
Like most of my books, this one is set in my homeland of New Zealand. This time, it's on a sheep station in the rugged high country of the South Island - arguably some of the most beautiful countryside in New Zealand - and where movies (such as The Lord of the Rings) was filmed :)
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It's the perfect setting for romance, and I've tried to bring the land alive in this book.

Her pussy flooded, drenching her knickers, at the words little girl.
It was what he often called her, but right now,
spoken in that stern, possessive tone, her insides melted. “Take off your pants. Your underwear, too.”
Was it arousal she could hear in his husky tone?Slowly, she undid the button on her jeans.
Unzipped the fly. Slid them down her hips, down her thighs, letting them drop to a puddle at her feet.
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