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Relish by Susannah Shannon

Relish coverYou had no idea Alaska could be this hot.

Hello! Thanks for visiting my blog to learn about Relish, the latest from Susannah Shannon. This is book #2 in the Cass Chronicles. I’ve read both Roasted (the first book) and Relish, and let me tell you, I can’t praise them enough. They have humor, love, spankings – all the ingredients for a good book. Oh, and there are recipes too. Bet you never thought you’d find that in a spanking romance!

About Relish
Cass Nelson has gotten used to blizzards, wolves and being an outsider in Slicktrench, Alaska. While she couldn’t be happier in her marriage to Killian, the arrival of a surprise package is a potent reminder that her marriage isn’t like the relationships her friends all have. She might not understand this whole being a submissive wife business, but she does understand that she can’t imagine living a life without the man she adores even if he lights up her bottom on a regular basis.

Busy with helping to run the lodge and posting on her very popular CassCooks blog, her life tips upside down with having to deal with Killian’s brother who is marrying a woman that nobody likes and an IRS auditor nosing around the lodge. Just when Cass has decided that the best way to ensure a happy marriage is to totally give up her own dreams, she is offered her own TV show. Her decision to not share this information with her husband will cause all sorts of different kinds of reverberations.

Will wedding bells ring and is that howling coming from the wolves outside or the wife inside when her husband discovers that his precious wife is holding back her own secrets?

Excerpt

“You being embarrassed doesn’t worry me at all. You deserve to be, but no one else has to be freaked out by the punishment you have earned,” he whispered as he led her out the door. She could only swallow hard, and nervously nod in agreement. It was very dark, and the ice colored trees stood up in contrast to the velvet night sky. She didn’t think he would make her pull her dress up out in the biting cold. She was prepared to obey him though. She was dying to sort out the details, but now was not the time. They would have it all. Killian was giving it all to her, the excitement of a career and the security of a lifetime commitment with a real man. He led her to cottage eight, the farthest cottage from the lodge and the one she had first stayed in back when all of this was not even imagined. He’d lit the fire, it was warm. He helped her take off her coat. She was dreading the lecture. She had been entirely in the wrong, and that thought alone brought her nearly to tears.

In two steps he had positioned himself on the bed and moved her between his knees. He pulled her over and tossed her skirts back. she had read a lot of “punishment journals” where women described the protocol of a formal punishment spanking. This was not that. This was a furious husband’s palm meeting the tender bottom of a wife who had disappointed him deeply. “I brought you out here, because you’re going to be crying really really loudly.” Her legs were already pinned, and he slapped her bottom with blistering force. Over and over and over.

“I’m sorry,” she wailed, with no expectation that her admission would shorten her punishment in any way. She said it anyway, because she was sorry, she was truly sorry. Killian was not appeased. He paused for a second and reached past her. Oh my God, she thought. He has a stockpile of things to paddle me with out here…

He moved a pillow closer to her, “Go ahead, cry into the pillow as hard as you need to baby.” He resumed spanking her. “I am going to have a wife who doesn’t lie to me.”

There were no words, she gave herself over to heartfelt sobs. She surprised herself by reaching her hand back, not to protect herself but to twine her fingers through his where his hand held her firmly over his lap. She wanted to connect with him in every conceivable way. He paused to remind her, in no uncertain terms, that she would never ever ever consider keeping things from him again. She was too overcome to even talk. She could not even answer him, she let the remorse rollout of her like a wave, carrying her along. He allowed her to cry it out, and she cried long and hard after he was finished. Once she had caught her breath he led her into the bathroom and turned her around. she could see her scorched bottom in the mirror. He ran his fingers possessively along the deeply scarlet plumpest curves.

“This is what happens to girls who lie to their husbands.” He lifted his hand and delivered a crisp spank. “If you can’t remember unless your bottom is on fire then I will do this every day if i have to.” He was back in a swatting groove again and she didn’t dare move out his way. “I deserve your trust, young lady. I haven’t done anything to make you think I would not move to the ends of the earth for you.”

She put her hand on his shoulder. “Wait.” She’d had a thought but it was fleeting and she needed the throb in her ass to abate so that she could mentally connect the dots. He paused. “I hurt your feelings.” She was gobsmacked.

He put a finger under her chin and forced her to look into his eyes.”Yes, you hurt my feelings.”

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About Susannah Shannon

I live in the American midwest with my family. I write romances that are funny (well, I try). I love the inner conflict of a smart, modern, independent woman who longs to submit to that one special man.

Susannah Shannon’s Blog: http://susannahshannon.com/
CassCooks Blog (with recipes!): http://casscooks.com/

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