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 EMILY'S NEW LIFE
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Publisher: Newsite Web Services
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Widow and former CEO Emily Grayson, tired of life's heartbreaks, decides to live a quiet life in Alaska. But she hadn't counted on Dan "Bear" Collins, a man whose heart is as big as the Alaskan wilderness--and whose hands, when firmly applied to her bare bottom, can be counted on to keep Emily in line.
However, something's rotten in the 49th State. Soon Emily and Bear find themselves literally flying away from the bad guys as they attempt to reach the Anchorage FBI offices before they're killed, one precious assault rifle shell their only evidence of wrongdoing by others. But how will airplane-phobic Emily fly without dying of fright first? Want to know more? Read "Emily's New Life"!
Excerpt from "Emily's New Life", © 2008 Barrie Abalard. All rights reserved.
Emily froze, not sure what to do. The cabin wasn't far. Maybe she could make it back. She edged out of the privy, her heart in her throat.
The bear, who looked to be about thirty feet away, stood on its hind legs and snuffled, scaring her so badly, she was grateful she'd already peed.
Jesus Christ, I'm outta here!
She screamed more loudly than she had ever screamed in her life and took off for the cabin. Before she'd gone ten feet, Bear—Bear Collins, that is—was standing outside of the cabin, a double-barreled shotgun in his hands.
“Stop running!” he yelled as he shot over the bear's head. Ignoring his order, she reached his side seconds later, right as he fired again.
She turned and saw the bear running away, feeling sweat on her brow despite the weather. “Jeez, Bear, thanks—”
Bear had grabbed her by the upper arm and hustled her inside the cabin. It took her a moment to realize he was furious. He sat in the nearest armless chair, pulling her across his lap. He had her jeans and panties down in a flash because she'd opened the outhouse door before she zipped up. With both her wrists caught behind her, he walloped the center of her bare sit-down area with his toughened palm.
“Don't you know better than to run from a bear?” he yelled, smacking her again dead-center. “Bears can run faster than you can. When you meet a bear, you make a lot of noise and wave your arms. Or you stay perfectly still till they go away. You never, ever run! Oh, hell, I've got to make sure you remember this lesson,” he said, and she heard the familiar sounds of a belt being unbuckled and pulled through loops.
“What are you doing? Stop it, stop it!” she shouted at him. “You have no right to spank me, you son of a bitch! OW!” she bellowed as the thick leather stung her naked bottom.
“If I'd known what you were going to do, I would have accompanied you to the outhouse. Remember this well—do not ever, ever run from a bear. If you do, they'll chase and attack you because, in their minds, running turns you into prey.”
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! sounded, as loud as rifle shots, and Emily squirmed in desperation. Her behind hadn't been blistered like this since, since…
Since Jack.
Memories of Jack, and the fierce burning in her backside, prompted tears while Bear continued to scold her. “Emily, I know it hurts, but I want you to learn this lesson. I don't want to read about your death by bear misadventure in the Fairbanks Daily News Miner. The only way I know to make an impression on you is to impress my belt repeatedly on your bare butt.”
Emily wailed her way thought five more vicious whacks. Then it was over. “I don't think I can sit for dinner,” she sobbed. “My bottom's on fire.”
“Well, you'll have to, because I don't pamper a woman with a sore butt when it's her own damned fault.” He set her on her feet, facing away from him. “Pull up your pants, and get ready to eat chili. And get that pout off your face.”
* * * * *
Now I'm the idiot.
Bear knew he'd been wrong to spank Emily. He'd be lucky if she didn't press assault charges. And it wouldn't be hard to convince a jury of bad intent. He had her out here, alone, and he'd taken advantage of her. That's how they'd see it.
They wouldn't see a worried man—worried that a woman he liked would get mauled by a bear. How he'd come to care so much about Emily-hyphenated-last-name in the past couple of hours, he had no idea.
He watched her as she gingerly stroked her bottom, still sniffling. He'd left a couple of welts on her, that was for sure, and she was exploring each one, her fingers tracing their outlines almost lovingly.
God, she liked it.
Excerpt from " Emily's New Life", © 2008 Barrie Abalard. All rights reserved.
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