Let’s start off with the
‘bad’! I’ve had some awful presents over the years like for the ‘secret santa’
many years ago I was given ‘The Bunny Book of Suicides’ which I found
incredibly distasteful. Why that person thought it was something I would like,
I have no idea!
Then there was the tacky
orange mobile phone case (I didn’t have a mobile phone then!) or the bottle
opener (which was clearly a free gift for subscribing to a magazine!).
I was an awful child –
one year (I was about 13) I badgered my parents to get me a briefcase for
Christmas because it was the in-thing – all the other girls in school carried
their school books in a briefcase. However, I failed to tell them that it was a
PARTICULAR type of briefcase (I wasn’t aware there were others!) and, of
course, I didn’t get the one I wanted. To this day I can feel my
A few years later
(actually this was a birthday pressie) I got a calculator – TOO LATE! My
parents refused to buy one for me while I was still at school as they wanted me
to use my brain. I thought it was useless once my exams were finished. (I was
I am easy to buy for –
really! You can buy me a 50p calendar, as long as it has rabbits on it (one
that are clearly alive and not deceased!)
Now for the ‘ugly’
(apart from the orange mobile phone case!). One year I was given my own record
player that fitted together like a briefcase – you took the speakers off and
placed them at the side, then when you wanted to move it, the speakers fitted on
top and you carried it via the handle at the top….. which, unfortunately, came
away in my hand and the record player, speakers and all crashed to the ground!
I was horrified. We did get the shop to replace it but it spoilt Christmas for
me that year. L
‘Good’ presents have
included the ‘Hamster book of English history’ – this is doubly good because I
had hamsters then AND I love history. J
I can still picture my
first adult bike semi-wrapped up propped against the wall behind the Christmas
One year aged about 12 I
got a LOT of presents and (maybe my parents influenced my thinking) I was
convinced I would not get many presents the next year since I had so many the
year before and was delighted that I got so many when I thought I wasn’t going
to get any. I can still remember being elated.
Last year I had some
gorgeous jet earrings from a friend who knew I had a previous pair that had
been stolen a few years’ earlier.
And I bought my rabbit ‘Holly’
a few days before Christmas three years ago (hence her name) as my old rabbit
(Lucy) died a week before Christmas. So that Christmas was bittersweet but
Holly may be the naughtiest rabbit I’ve ever had, but she is the most loving. J
Laura jumped at the sound of the doorbell
rather early for the pizza delivery man.
At least, she thought so, without checking
the time. Laura shrugged. Well, it made a change from him being late as often
She stood up from the desk where she was
working and made her way to the front door, opening it with a smile, expecting
the smell of hot cheese and pepperoni to waft toward her. Her mouth watered in anticipation. She’d only had
some chocolate a little while before. Not enough to fill her up.
Her comment was cut off as a strong arm
wrapped around her waist, pulling her back against a hard, masculine
body—someone who was much taller than she was.
Laura’s heart leaped through her chest.
“Don’t move an inch or I’ll see red.”
red…? What? His gruff demand surprised her so much, she
didn’t react as the man started to restrain her from head to foot. Unable to
see, it wasn’t until he pulled her hands behind her back and bound them tightly
that the realization of the situation penetrated her confusion, and she started to scream. The gag in her mouth,
however, prevented this. It tasted of fresh laundry. Whatever it was had been
recently washed, thankfully.
Her assailant spoke again, his voice
dominant. “Oh no. I’m not having you yell. You are going to be a good girl or
I’ll punish you.”
The statement startled her so much she barely resisted
when he bundled her down the corridor, still holding her securely. The bizarre
thought that went through her bewildered head was whether her attacker had
closed her front door, and if not, whether people would steal her precious
There was a sound of a door opening
followed by a rush of cold air and the smell of exhaust. Laura became aware
that he was taking her down the stairwell that led to the parking lot
underneath her building. She tried to struggle but stumbled on the stairs,
being unable to see where she was going. She was doubly vulnerable having her
hands restrained in this way and didn’t like it.
In a trice, her captor lifted her in his
arms. He had no problems carrying her easily, holding her safely, but firmly,
as he continued down the steps.
“Can’t have you tripping up and getting
Laura nearly giggled, slightly hysterical. Since when do kidnappers worry about their
captives getting hurt?
He hadn’t finished.
“The only bruises I want on your body are
the ones I am going to put on you.”
She gasped behind the gag and went stiff.
What sort of things was he going to do to her?
Close to him as she was, she could smell
his scent—sandalwood. Such a pleasant
odor shouldn’t be used by a kidnapper, she thought wryly. It reminded of
her good times with her lover, when they made delicious love, her head buried
into his neck.
Wondering if anyone was in the parking lot
to see her, she listened intently, ready to struggle in the hope it would
attract their attention. If that happened,
he might stop what he was doing—
There was nothing. All was still. The only
noise came from him, his heavy
breathing as he carried her, and his footsteps that sounded loud and echoing
around the bare walls.
he going to take me? Her next out-of-place thought was her
captor was lucky she lived in a building with no cameras in it.
He stopped and let her down, and she breathed a sigh of relief, being
back on her feet. Despite being bound as she was, she felt more in control, but
it was an illusion as he swiftly wrapped a hand around her upper arm so she
couldn’t escape. Not that she’d try. Without sight,
she’d probably run into an oncoming car, or at the least, crash into parked
ones, and he’d easily catch her.
There was a jingle of keys. Aware that he
must be opening a car door, Laura started to pull away in vague panic, not sure
what she could achieve. His fingers held her tightly and pushed her into the
back seat of a car, keeping a hand on top of her head until she was safely
Struggling in earnest now, being out of her
comfort zone and not knowing where they were going, she kicked out with her
feet and connected with his leg.
I’m not going to make this easy for him.
Unfortunately, he didn’t let go of her.
Pressing her down roughly, he gave her a hard slap on her backside, which she
hadn’t been expecting. He wasn’t gentle,
and she gave a muffled cry.
“I warned you! Next time I’m using my
She lay down on the seat curling her legs
up quickly. This was partly to turn her body away from him, and partly because,
for some bizarre reason, she found his words arousing. Well, she had always
been one to enjoy kinky sex with her boyfriend. However, this was something
When he got in and started the engine, she
felt a range of emotions too many to identify, as her heart accelerated along
with the car. She’d never been in a situation like this, and it scared her.
As they made their way out of the building,
she listened to the sounds outside, trying to work out where they were going by
the turns he made.
we’ve just turned into Seller’s Street. Laura
knew it was a short road, but which way would he go at the end? He turned left.
Priestley Avenue. He was driving
toward the heart of the city. But where to? What was his destination?
After a while, she gave up as he made too
many turns for her to follow and she took a deep calming breath.
“I hope you are looking forward to the end
of our drive.”
“If you are good, you get a reward.”
Laura swallowed nervously. But what do I have to do to get the promised
reward, she wondered?
As she contemplated this, he turned the
radio on, and it played, “There’s a dog in the building.” She giggled. Too right. A mangy mongrel.
Slightly more relaxed, she turned her head,
trying to identify any scents from the car—he had eaten a hamburger not too
long ago. Her stomach rumbled, reminding her of the delivery she had been
expecting and gasped.
My pizza! Will the delivery man have taken it back
to the shop and cursed her for having missed out on a payment or will he have
contacted the police? She chuckled inwardly. It would serve her kidnapper right
if he had left her door open and that led to a state-wide alert. She liked the
idea of police searching for her.
Laura sighed. The chances are he wasn’t
that careless, though. He seemed to have thought this through, having a car
available, and waiting for a quiet time when none of her neighbors were around.
Putting the thought out of her head, she
concentrated on the knots in the rope he had tied her hands with, and swore. He had secured them so well,
there was no way she could undo them, particularly from that angle.
When the car finally stopped, what seemed
like hours later, but was probably only fifteen minutes or so, she listened
attentively. They were clearly still in the city—the sounds of cars and
pedestrians were not far off but were not close either, so they were in a side road, most likely. Still, he would be
getting her out of the car in a moment. Would they attract anyone’s notice,
gagged and bound as she was?
However, her captor seemed to have no
problems removing her from the vehicle even though she was kicking for her
life. He grunted and shoved her onto his shoulder fireman-like. A steely arm
held her legs tight.
Instead, she tried wiggling—anything to
thwart his nefarious plans.
Ouch! A sharp slap on her thighs upset that idea.
He grunted and shifted her on his shoulder
alarming her mightily. “Do any more of that and you will end up on the floor on
silently and instantly lay rigid, her long hair tangled between them. Probably
not the best idea she’d ever had. What else could she do, though, to show her
kidnapper she wasn’t going to take this easily?
As they moved through the building, she
tried to get a hint of where they might be. His muffled footsteps told her the
floor was carpeted—so, a reasonably posh building, then. However, it didn’t
smell new, so it was a place that was well used.
It only took him ten steps before he
stopped. Was he going into a room? No, there were sounds of elevator doors
opening. When it started to go up, she tried counting the floors by the bleeps
as they passed.
She silently pleaded for it to stop,
signifying someone would want to get in and see what was happening. What would
they think? Would they call for help?
From what she could tell, they stopped on
the eighth floor. There had to be someone around in a building with that many
floors! Surely, he hadn’t taken her to a totally abandoned building—or had he?
However, she could hear no sounds of people
either walking or talking. No doors
opening. No phones.
This is my last Wicked Weekends before the New Year.
Title: Training Pact
(Hard Hits #15)
Author: Tatum Throne
Type of book: Novella
Agent Pact Abbey is in town for training with the CPD District Four when
Chief Rask asks him for a favor—to locate a missing officer. Breaking the rules
of interrogation, Pact will do everything in his power to find Trek.
Sgt. Trek Vance has made a fatal mistake in the field by getting too
close while doing surveillance. Knocked out, he wakes up to discover he’s
quickly running out of air and time. When his broken cell phone connects to the
man looking for him, Trek holds on tight.
Pact is a Dom who isn’t looking for a submissive until he saves Trek’s
life. Only in town for three short weeks, he shouldn’t get too close, but he
can’t help himself. While Trek falls fast and hard for Pact, he knows they are
making a mistake by hooking up. It’s not possible to fall in love in three
What’s hot?: Friends become lovers, spanking,
bondage, and sexy secrets at Christmas
They’ve been friends for twenty years
until … this Christmas.
do you tell a sweet, naïve, and clearly vanilla girl that you like to tie women
up and torture them for mutual enjoyment in your spare time? Josh Mackenzie has
no idea, but when his best friend Emma walks in on him pleasuring himself,
Emma, coming face to face with her secret longings is mind-blowing. It’s one
thing to fantasize about your best friend, but dare she take that leap into the
unknown? Will it not ruin their friendship, and is—what would undoubtedly be
awesome—sex worth risking that?
Josh shares her fears, she is all he’s ever wanted in a woman, and he’s
determined to show her that they can have it all. This woman is his to mark,
cherish, and love forever, and he’ll prove it to her, one spank at a time.
What's hot?:Masked sex in the BDSM club. Spankings
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.
Gradually Abigail comes to dream 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 break her heart when he walks away?
Jack Frost has a problem. He’s the mythical power behind the elements of
ice, snow, and frost, but his fame is being usurped by a fictional Frozen
queen. So Jack’s the grumpiest man in Yuleland and is in need of a naughty
Rudolph Hreinn has a problem, as well. Rudy’s in high demand on
Christmas, but the rest of the year he’s scorned by everyone for being
different. So Rudy’s the saddest man in Yuleland and desperate for a nice
When the winter sprite and the reindeer shifter meet, after a rocky
start, a friendship of like minds is born. Attraction soon follows. But then
strange things start to happen. Odd omens warn them of dire consequences for
Yuleland and for the winter holidays should they fall for each other.
Can love unite two lonely men and save Christmas? It’s the most
wonderful time of the year—for some frosty reindeer games.
Sexual orientation: M/F (But a touch of menage sex among
Type of book: Novel
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the outpost with an iron hand, a permanent scowl and the tightest bod on the
desperate for redemption.
Unable to forgive himself for a past tragedy, Erik
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Lainie Carter, who can’t take an order, disrupts routine and flames his body to
A planet at
When the outpost is attached, they’re thrown
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fragile trust blossoms between two damaged hearts, their pasts resurface and
threaten their growing bond.
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