Wednesday, December 17, 2014

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"I'm getting my little girl ready for bed" Alex Reynolds The Doctor's Little Girl

 New release, new Stormy Night Publications author!

Hi! I'm happy to be sharing a snippet from SNP newest author, Alex Reynolds! Her release, "The Doctor's Little Girl"has already made it onto Amazon's Top 100 Chart for Erotica, BDSM. Way to go Alex! This is a great accomplishment.

Be sure to check out her awesome blog, Alex in Spankingland!

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Monday, December 15, 2014

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Corbin's Bend Season 2 Blitz: The One She Loves

I'm really excited to be part of the Corbin's Bend Blitz! Today I'm sharing a snipped from my friend Constance Masters book, The One She Loves! Please enjoy! If you haven't gotten a copy yet be sure to click on the buy links. Also, visit Corbin's Bend to see who else is hosting. Each post is unique!

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Wednesday, December 10, 2014

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Monday, October 27, 2014

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Guest Post: Warrior by Cara Bristol

I'm super excited to have Cara Bristol over, sharing an excerpt of Warrior 3!

Thanks for coming over, you're always welcome. *smiles*


“Hold steady. Grip the stock from below with your left hand. Do not get in the way of the bolt.” Grogan stepped so close, his hardened manhood prodded Anika’s left flank. She gritted her teeth, and considered dropping her trigger finger to reach into her boot for Tara’s knitting needle.

Yes. Hold steady now, Grogan.

“Line your target between the crosshairs.”

Target in sight. Anika closed her left eye and peered through the scope with her right at the life-size outline of a male sketched in soot on an unrolled parchment scroll tacked to a tree fifty meters away. Focused on the round smudge, center torso.

Grogan pressed his stiffened manhood into the crease of her buttocks. “Squeeze…the trigger.”

Anika superimposed her instructor’s likeness onto the faceless target and discharged the bolt. The string recoiled with a pop and released the arrow. With satisfying thunk, it embedded in the target. Lowering her weapon, Anika stepped out of range of the alpha and strode to examine the result.

Right through the heart.

“Fair. For a female,” Grogan judged.
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Sunday, October 26, 2014

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Grant Antrews Katy in Control Blog Tour hosted by Adaline Raine

Welcome to the Katy in Control Blog Tour! Rafflcopter starts at midnight!
Each snippet is unique so visit all of us.

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I'm giving away a five dollar gift card, a custom graphic, and a copy of my newest release. The grand prize is a print copy of Katy in Control,(US only) and there are two up for grabs! Please follow the Rafflecopter options for entries!

We're over at Sheri's! 10/27:

We're also over at Renee's! Come visit. 10/27

Nov 3rd - We're over at Rollin's! Come visit.

We're also visiting Natasha Knight!

Enjoy the excerpt below and be sure to check back for all the blogs!


“David, darling, I’ve never asked anything like this before. Please come home right away.” Her voice was now soft, firmly pleading.

“I’ll be right there.” I scratched a few notes to Ralph and excused myself from the meeting.

It was a typical January afternoon, the streets were heavy with slush and mounds of dirty gray snow extending out from the curbs. A dismal midwinter day, breezy, with occasional snowflakes dancing on the wind. I rushed through the traffic, growing more impatient by the minute.

I burst in the door to find Katy in the play room. There was soft music on the stereo, and she was dressed in the most amazing black, patent leather cat suit, with precarious high-heeled black boots to her knees. Her hair was carefully arranged, her eyes were made up as if we were going out for the evening, and her lips were unusually dark red and glossy. She got up when I came in and thanked me for coming.

“Are you all right?” I asked frantically. I thought she looked tired.

“Yes. Get undressed, David.”

“Katy, I was in an important meeting…”

“You’re in another one, and this one is more important. Obey, David. Everything off. Now! Do you like my new outfit? It was specially made for me, hand sewn in England. It was supposed to be a Christmas gift, but it didn’t arrive in time.”

“It’s beautiful.” I was hurrying to shrug out of my clothes, and to be honest, I was feeling a little irritated that Katy had dragged me out of an important meeting to play. She had never done anything like this before, and I hoped there would be a valid reason.

As soon as I was naked, she positioned me across her lap and took up the new black leather paddle. With no preliminaries, she began to spank me. There were no gentle warm-up applications. She spanked me hard and fast, the sting became hurt, and soon I was wriggling and even squeaking through my clenched teeth. Mistress was relentless, punishing me without the slightest pause. It went on a long time, longer than ever before, and I knew something important was behind it.

I was desperate when she finally ended it. She put the paddle on the table and touched my flaming bottom with her fingertips. Her voice was once again softer than usual. “Do I have your attention, David?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Good. Get up and kneel before me. First position.” I felt very awkward as I rolled off her knees and maneuvered myself into place in front of her, knees spread wide, palms up upon my thighs, and head lowered. I tried to keep my flaming bottom lifted off my heels. My eyes were very wet. She hesitated, and I felt her eyes upon me as I waited.

“David…” Her voice cracked, and I almost looked up at her. No, I must hold position. I had been trained. I stared at her kinky boots. She seemed to catch her breath. “David.” She paused again. “I’m sorry I took you away from your meeting.” Another pause. What was it? “David, we need to talk. The past year has been a challenge, darling. I know I have pushed a lot of unusual ideas at you. Fantasies, kinky practices. Sometimes I’ve hurt you, David. Just now. I am not about hurting you, my love. You are my everything, my entire world. I’ve dressed you in strange clothes, challenged your manhood, and shamed you. You have been a dear, David. You have accepted it all and smiled for me and shared your thoughts. I’ve felt our relationship has benefitted, but maybe I’m fooling myself. I want you to look at me, David. Do you love me, darling? Are we all right?”

I knelt at her feet, nude, with a scarlet ass smarting, and I raised my eyes to look at her. I was puzzled. What was this all about? “I love you, Katy. You must know that. I think our experiments have been good for us. We have shared and dared to expose our most secret thoughts and fantasies, and I think it has been very good for us. Is everything okay on your side?”

She drew a deep breath. Her voice was nearly a whisper. “We are going to have to make some more changes, David. Adjustments. This outfit arrived yesterday. It was terribly expensive, and it took months to make. I measured every possible portion of my body, darling, and it was hand sewn to fit like my skin.” She paused.

“It is magnificent!” I whispered from the hard stone floor.

“It was made in England. The boots too. I wanted to bring it on our trip and surprise you in Paris or Monte Carlo, but it took longer than I expected to make it. When it finally came yesterday, I was so excited, and I thought we should go away somewhere this weekend.” She paused again, picked up the paddle from the side table and looked at it.

I was worried. “Katy…”

“Hush, David!” She put down the paddle and shifted slightly on her throne. “David, I went to the doctor this morning.” It was a whisper, barely audible.

“Are you…?”

“I said hush, David!” Another deep breath, and she leaned far forward and put her palm against the side of my face. “Are we okay to go forward, David? Do you love me? I need to hear it.”

“Of course I love you! You know I will go anywhere with you. Katy, what’s going…?”

She took her hand from my cheek and put her forefinger to my lips. “David, I love this room, our playroom. It cost a lot of money and it is wonderful. David, it, ummm, will have to be redone. We need to make a real playroom, darling. A nursery.” She barely got the last word out, and she burst into tears. She struggled to get up from the chair, to come down onto the floor and meet me, to throw her arms around me and hold me closer than she had ever held me before.

“What?” I could hardly grunt, only barely comprehend.

“David, I’m pregnant!”

The world stopped. We were in our forties! Oh my God! Years before, we had tried so hard, ached and schemed and tried every crazy theory that came along, paid doctors and underwent all the tests, and it wasn’t to be. Disappointed, we had accepted it and made our lives. Katy had her tennis, and I had the business and golf. Yes, and now we had S&M, unusual outfits, a secret room decorated for spanking. Our friends were kinky, dominants and submissives, committed sexual aberrants. A child? How could it be?

“You’re sure?”


Everything changed in that moment! I erupted, seized her, and very carefully picked her up and carried her off to our bedroom, where I lowered her to the bed and lay down close alongside her, and I hugged her, kissed her, rolled her on top of me. I caressed her every way imaginable, and I wept. She was crying too, tears of joy and wonder, and we rolled again, choking, whispering the most desperate promises, expressions of love and devotion. We held each other recklessly close, and then I realized that I might hurt her and the baby, but she hauled back and kissed me hard, and it was a moment of heartfelt celebration and joy that threatened no one.

I don’t know how long we carried on that afternoon. I pledged my eternal love. She shed her elaborate new dominatrix outfit, no easy chore, and we made love as never before, a long, slow, meaningful ceremony that consummated our love as passionately and indelibly as any act we had ever shared since our wedding night. We came together, like the good old days, and when the ecstasies were over, we clung to each other in the fading light.

“We need to talk about this,” she whispered. “It is going to change things.”

“Are we too old, Katy? Is it safe for you? For the baby?”

“The doctor assured me it will be all right. They will keep an eye on things, but everything is fine. David, how can we keep up with a toddler? With potty training and PTA and all the responsibilities of a tooth fairy?”

“If it’s a boy, I’ll have to teach him to play football. When will we know?”

“A couple of months. If it’s a girl, I’ll have to teach her to be a lady… and to dominate her man! Oh my God, David! Can we do this? We have to choose names. Wait till we tell our friends! Can you imagine Maria?”

“Paul’s in Paris, so we should have her over.”

“This will certainly affect our get-togethers with them, and with Raymond and Shelley.” Katy paused as if her thoughts had drifted off. “David, can we do this?”

“Why not?” I sat up and became aware that my bottom was incredibly sore. I rolled closer to Katy, grasped her foot and bathed it in kisses. “Thank you, Mistress.” My eyes were clouding up again as I moved to kiss her toes, then her calf, and then her inner thigh. “Thank you so much, Mistress. May I have another?”


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Saturday, October 11, 2014

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You're putting it where? Round Table Discussion #Analpunishment #spankingroundtable

This week’s discussion is led by Corinne Alexander!

Once upon a time in spanking romance land spankings & punishments consisted of strictly spanking; hand or implement and bottom. In the last couple of years spanking romance authors have delved a little beyond just straight spanking. It seems that now more often than not a little or a lot of anal play & punishment are added to the scenes to increase the spice factor.
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Tuesday, September 9, 2014

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End of Summer Spanks Blog Hop: #Summerspanks Devon's Discipline from hunky Professor Matthews

It's the end of Summer and for many it signals the return to school. I'm sharing a snippet of my new release, Devon's Discipline about a young woman starting her junior year of college after tragedy takes both of her parents away. She finds joy in one class, Supernatural 101 taught by hunky Professor Matthews who has her best interest in mind even if she is too upset to see it. In the scene below he is discussing witches and werewolves, two topics covered in his course.
Be sure to leave your name and email in the comments below to be entered into the main prize drawing! I'm also giving away two copies of my new book. Some of our fabulous grand prizes include: a $25 Amazon gift certificate from Stormy Night Publications, a $25 Amazon gift certificate from Baronet Press, handmade paddle from Blondie, and many more!

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Sunday, August 24, 2014

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Friday, July 18, 2014

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Corbin's Bend Blitz: Leading The Way

I am thrilled to be a part of the Corbin's Bend Blitz! I'm sharing an excerpt from Constance Masters (love her!) title, Leading the Way. Please enjoy and be sure to enter the give-a-way! 

Zachary Cunningham moved his family to Corbin's Bend when everything in their life seemed out of control. In a DD relationship with his wife Erin, he thought things had leveled out now that they lived in a community where everyone watched out for one another and discipline was the norm. Surely his family life could be more settled now.

Erin had never made friends easily and in Corbin's Bend she found it doubly as hard. A little too hard on herself, she ignored her mentor and any friendliness from neighbors; so afraid of making a mistake that she didn't try. Until her husband insisted. Having convinced herself she was doing what he wanted, she made friends with a few ladies who liked to push the envelope a little. From bowling to a strip club to smoking a little weed, her life was definitely a lot more fun, even if she was hiding her activities from Zach.

When her husband and the board of Corbin's Bend discovered their indiscretions, Erin and her friends found out what public discipline really meant. When the discipline led to a larger sense of security and more friendships than she could have imagined, Erin began to understand that following Zachary's lead truly was the way.

“I hear you went out for dinner last night,” Diana said happily when she met with Erin the next day to talk about the dinner party.

“Uh-huh. It was nice to have a family night out. It was a reward of sorts for me, you know, calling you.” Her face flushed a little pink.

“I see.” She grinned. “Zach worried that you wouldn’t, but it isn’t easy for the head of house sometimes. He’d already spanked you once and he was hoping to avoid another punishment so soon.”

“He told you he punished me?” Erin’s face had gone from slightly pink to red-hot within minutes. She felt like she was having a hot flash.

“He confided in us. Nothing he, or you for that matter, tells us will go past us, unless you want it that way. We’re here to help.”

“Okay, if you say so. It just seems like it’s private that’s all.”

“It is private, just between the four of us.” She smiled. “And maybe Brent if we were worried about something.”

“Oh my goodness.”

“He’s the head of this place. Erin, you don’t need to feel embarrassed here about anything. That’s why you moved here. That’s why everyone moved here.”

“I know. I’m trying to get my head around that. I never thought I was a prude, you know? I mean, I’m not but when I hear bottoms being spanked in the middle of the afternoon when I go for a walk to fetch my kids from the park or when I see someone get swatted in public, it makes me feel funny like I’m a voyeur or something.”

“There’s a little voyeur in all of us, Erin, I think, but I wouldn’t worry too much about people getting spanked. It’s what we do. These houses are soundproofed so if they didn’t want you to hear, you wouldn’t. Maybe it’s their thing. Either it turns them on or maybe a little humiliation is part of their punishment.”

“I’ve never thought about it that way.”

“See, that’s why it’s good to talk about things with your mentor, because they can help you look at things the way they are and not worry about what they might be.”

“That’s true.”

“So I bet going out to dinner wasn’t the only reward you got?” Diana said with a grin.



I think most of us have trouble trusting at one time or another. When we are children the first people we trust are our parents, generally. We trust our siblings if we have any, our grandparents. Doctors, priests and ministers if our parents tell us that that's ok. We take their word because we trust them. If we are lucky enough to find someone who becomes the missing part of us, we learn to love that person and trust comes as a part of that love. They probably get to know us better than anyone else because we share our whole selves with them; everything from our likes and dislikes, dreams and wishes, to our fetishes. Living a life of domestic discipline is something that most participants don't share with others. Maybe that's because they're not a hundred percent sure they'll be understood because it can so easily be misinterpreted or maybe because it's something special that's just for them. It could seem that sharing that part of their lives would diminish the couple's special bond.

What if though you could live in a place where there were no inhibitions. You could be free. Sounds perfect doesn't it? Maybe. Zach did find freedom in Corbin's Bend right from the get go. He embraced the experience of sharing with other spankees, of having a mentor to talk things over with. After all, being the head of household was a big responsibility and it was reassuring to be able to talk things out. To reassure himself that he was on the right track.

For some people the change mightn't be so easy. When you've kept a part of yourself private for so long, instantly trusting virtual strangers might be hard. Erin found it hard but when her husband insisted she didn't have a choice. She had to talk to her mentor and to start sharing that part of herself that she'd always kept so close to her chest. Putting aside her greatest fear she did as Zach told her to because the start of trusting everyone else in Corbin's Bend began with trusting him.

Constance Masters is a 54 year old wife, mother and grandmother from Australia. She specialises in spanking romance and has nine published works. Leading the Way, her Corbin's Bend novella will be her tenth. Her work is mostly romance with a little hint of drama and a large slice of humour. She likes to find the humour in everyday life.

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Wednesday, July 9, 2014

Katherine Deane's Coach's Discipline Launch Party!

I am super excited to announce Katherine Deane's Coach's Discipline Release Party!

Run over this Saturday for fun and prizes:

Coach’s Discipline by Katherine Deane

Claire Jacobs always dreamed of making it to the Olympic Trials in the marathon. Unfortunately, she has a habit of getting in her own way. Enter Nick Fox, a no-nonsense coach, willing to use unconventional methods to bring her in line. Traumatized by her last coach and still recovering from self-destructive habits, Claire finds it hard to trust Nick’s authority about what she can and can’t handle on the trails. Still, her attraction for him deepens, even when she discovers he believes in good old-fashioned spanking as a method of correction.

As Nick spends more time with Claire, she enchants him with her drive and deep commitment to help her fellow runners. But when she gets into an argument with a teammate, he realizes he only has one option—to give the talented woman he cares about the first spanking of her life, a spanking that is not going to be fun for either of them. 

Claire and Nick grow closer and she comes to crave Nick’s dominance and direction. Discovering the emotional healing and strength to succeed during training, she moves past her shyness and self-doubt to step into a leading role with the young women on the team. But when team politics, jealousy and misunderstandings create drama, will she revert back to her old pattern of running away? Or can she learn to trust in love and race toward her goals with an open heart?

Publisher’s Note: Coach’s Discipline is an erotic romance novel that includes spanking, including domestic discipline in a contemporary setting, anal play, sexual scenes, elements of BDSM, and more. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

Available for sale on Saturday!

Spanking Romance Reviews is now hosting Book Release Parties! Join us Saturday, July 12th at noon EST on our Facebook page for the book launch party for Coach’s Discipline by Katherine Deane. 

Prizes include books by Cara Bristol, Maren Smith, Natasha Knight, Patricia Green, Casey McKay, Tara Finnegan, Etta Stark, Renee Rose, Adaline Raine and more!

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Wednesday, June 18, 2014

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#SpankA2Z Spanking Blog Challenge: "P" is for Pact

For today's challenge I am talking about Dinah McClod's newest release, The Marriage Pact.
 Look at the super hot cover. Go ahead - look down. So hot right? 

Here is a tiny snippet from the free sample over at Blushing. 
You can go read the preview but you don't need one. Just go buy it!


"Ride me, Shan.”

I could feel my thighs slick with moisture and my craving felt insatiable. I moved toward him and pushed him back onto the couch, rather forcefully, but he just laughed. I turned my attention to his hard cock, also shiny with my juices. I took it in my hand and moved up and down his length until I had him groaning. “A kiss for luck?” I suggested just before I took it in my mouth, tasting him.

“Shan,” he rasped out, but I kept going, moving my lips up and down until he was hard as a rock.

Only then did I straddle him and lower myself onto his waiting cock. I saw him grit his teeth and shut his eyes and I felt a heady rush at being able to make him feel this way. Is this how he felt when he made me orgasm? Spurred by the thought, I rode him hard and fast, enjoying the feel of my breasts bouncing up and down as I did.

Brody enjoyed it, too, if the expression on his face was anything to go by. When I felt his muscles go taut, I knew he was close. I reached down and cupped his balls, giving them a gentle squeeze to seal the deal. Our orgasms were almost simultaneous. Just as Brody was groaning his release, the first wave crested over me and my body rocked with the force of it. As the second wave was building, I collapsed on top of him, breathing heavily.

Brody pulled me to him, caressing my sweaty hair as I rode to the top of my summit. It would have been a hard road down, if he hadn’t been right there. We lay in silence for a few minutes, concentrating on inhaling and exhaling, which was all we could do right then.

When my blood began to cool down, I turned to Brody and smiled. He looked sleepy and I knew I probably did, too. I reached out and stroked his cheek, grinning as my fingers caressed his stubble. His mom was always after him to shave more. In that moment, I thought things would always be as perfect as they were just then. I should have known better; things can never stay the same.

“We should get dressed,” I suggested as I sat up.

He smiled back and I looked at him expectantly, unable to see the train that was headed for me. He didn’t give me any clue; he didn’t drop to one knee or anything like that. Instead, he took my hands in his and rocked my world with a sentence. “I love you so much, Shana Rae. Willyoumarryme?”

It came out in a jumbled rush that took me a minute to decipher. But I’d been deciphering Brody for a long time and I knew that he always talked super-fast when he was nervous. When the words untangled themselves and their message reached my brain, I felt frozen in time, stuck in between knowing that what we had was precious and knowing it couldn’t last—wouldn’t last, once I broke his heart.

Once I thought about it, I found it strange that I didn’t feel excited, like I’d always pictured myself being when he popped the question. I wasn’t anything, I thought when I looked deeper. I felt numb, paralyzed by the staggering disappointment I alone knew was coming. I tried to keep my breathing even and my pulse steady.

“Shan?” He laughed nervously.

I forced myself to smile even as my heart was breaking. I looked at him, taking it all in while we were still in this moment, before the hope in his eyes evaporated. His light brown hair was still spiked a bit up top, no matter how many times he tried to brush it down. His brown eyes had specks of green in them that shone deep and dark as emeralds after we made love. Every time I saw the green glittering beneath the brown, my sex clenched even as my heart became light. He had sharp features and a high forehead—the face of a man meshed with the face of a boy who was still growing into his natural good looks. My eyes lingered to his lips—those soft, pink kissable lips. On impulse, I leaned forward and brushed my lips over his. I sighed when I pulled away—it was now or never.


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Wednesday, June 11, 2014

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#SpankA2Z Spanking Blog Challenge: "J" is for Juniper Bridal Style

When I hear the word juniper I think of purple, but of course most things make me think of purple! Today I'm sharing an excerpt from Maddie Taylor's The Juniper Bride from The Sons of Johnny Hastings box set!

The Juniper Bride by Maddie Taylor

“Clint!” This felt much different without the padding of her clothes. It stung dreadfully.

“No matter your protests or tears, you are getting spanked for your impulsive behavior and disobedience. So hush, unless you want your fellow boarders to know.” He handed her a pillow. “Muffle the sound with this if you can’t help crying out.”

He swatted her again, the sound of skin against skin echoing throughout the room. She wanted to ask what he suggested to muffle that sound, but not being entirely foolish, she didn’t. Mortified, she bit her lip, determined to remain silent. He was relentless as smack after stinging smack bounced off her behind.


Emmalee Gray watches in frustration as her fiance boards a train west. Told to stay behind and prepare for their wedding, Em has other ideas. She doesn't want to remain home without him, especially with her witch of a step - mother and a papa, who barely knows she exists. She'd much rather risk Clint's wrath and follow him. Her plan, to stay hidden until she gets far enough away from Boston he wouldn't dare send her back alone. Then she can enjoy some private time and maybe a little adventure with her gorgeous fiance, in advance of their nuptials. Clinton Ryan boards a train for Denver to take care of some ugly business from his past. He'd rather keep the reason for his trip quiet, particularly from Emmalee, until he figures it all out. Content in the fact that his pretty, young bride-to-be is safe at home under the watchful eye of her papa, he boards his train west. When a near fatal accident occurs on the rails, he is surprised to find she has followed him. Now he is stuck with a city-bred debutante on the trail west. Unfortunately, for Emmalee, she is a magnet for trouble and finds herself in one scrape after another. To keep her safe, Clint lays down the law, obey his orders, or suffer the consequences over his knee.

Can they make it to Denver in one piece? When they do, and Clint's shocking past is revealed, how will Emmalee react? With danger and intrigue swirling around them at every turn, can their love survive?


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