I swear, every week at some point I think of how I need to sign up for WIP Wednesday because I’m always working on a project that I could share with you lovelies, but then the real world takes over and I completely forget. I promise I will try to be better.

However! This week I did not fail miserably and remembered to sign up, and I promised last week that I would give you guys a sneak peek of the next anthology story and here it is. I wish I could tell you the title of it right now, but my editor and I are completely lost on it. To be honest, if I don’t start out with a title it is always a nightmare for me to come up with one when the story is done. Nothing really feels right, so if you get any ideas out of this short snippet PLEASE tell me in the comments? I’d love you forever, and totally mention you in the book.

To give you an idea of what’s going on, this story follows Phee who is a dreamy-headed girl that lives with fairy tales in her head, but actually lives a rather harsh reality. When she meets Bryant Holbrook she imagines him as an ocean god walking onto the beach to take over the land, and Phee pictures herself as a queen of the forest meeting him head-on to push him back. She doesn’t want to give an inch, and Bryant is caught off-guard by her refusal to submit – and it only makes him want her more. Can a girl from the wrong side of town have any hope of being with one of the city’s elite? Yes, but everything is definitely not what it seems.

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They tumbled through his front door. The elevator ride had been ridiculously long from the underground parking garage, but he had kept her busy. His hands moving over her breasts and hips, and as he slammed the door behind her she almost felt the ocean lapping at her ankles.

“Bryant…” Phee moaned as he lifted her and pressed her back against the door, her legs wrapping around his hips. He covered her mouth with his again, his hands sliding the hem of her dress up to her waist.

“I’m taking you to the bedroom.” Bryant grinned against her mouth and then he was walking with her. Her scream of surprise turned into laughter as she realized he was carrying her. He slid her down his front as they passed through a door and she saw a huge platform bed, low to the floor. The whole room was done in whites and pale grays over dark wood. Shiny, pale tiles lined the entire apartment and she steadied herself in her heels as they clicked to the floor. “Think you can stow that smart mouth for a bit?”

She looked up at him with a smirk, “And if I don’t?”

“I do still owe you a lesson in manners.” The edge of his mouth lifted a little in a challenge that she wanted to accept.

Phee ran her hands across his waist, her fingertips tracing his belt before she untucked the white button down from his jeans. With a grin she started unbuttoning his shirt from the bottom, and then looked up at him to find his turquoise eyes flashing with amusement. She rose to the challenge, “How do you plan to give me that lesson?”

Bryant let her open his shirt and she was surprised for a moment at how muscular he was, he had washboard abs and she couldn’t help but run her hand over them. Why was he so fit? Wasn’t he supposed to be a paper pusher for his uncle? Her thoughts were derailed when he grabbed her face so she had to look at him and not his hard chest, “I think I’d like to drag you over my lap and spank you,” he paused, a smile moving across his lips as he let her process what he’d said, “Think you can handle it?”

Her whole body buzzed with the idea. It made her shiver, and she wondered if something about her had tipped him off to her particular kinks. Or did he offer to spank all his dates? Either way, being put across Bryant Holbrook’s lap was basically a fantasy come to life, except here he wasn’t commanding the ocean or glistening in the sunlight. Phee shook herself and smiled sweetly at him as she pushed the shirt off his shoulders, “Oh, I can handle it. Is this where you try to make me beg, Bryant? Because I can definitely handle a spanking.”

Phee stood as tall as she could, squaring her shoulders as she looked up into his eyes. She was a forest queen, the leader of an army of trees – and she wanted to dive in to the fucking ocean for a bit. But it didn’t mean she wasn’t strong, and she wanted him to know that, to see that in her. Bryant pulled her into a kiss and one of his hands reached down to start pulling the dress off. He leaned back to tug it over her head, and the serious tone in his voice sent a delicious rush down her spine, “This isn’t where you beg, Phee. This is where you get undressed and get on my bed before I decide to get the paddle instead.”

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Look for more information on this upcoming anthology piece that will appear in the May publication from ‘The Erotic Collective’! To be fair, the group hasn’t decided on a title for the anthology yet either, so I’m not too behind by not having a title for this little story. I hope you liked it, and remember to leave me title suggestions if you have any!

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