Marla Majestic – known as Marla Majesty and often Her Majesty to those who barely manage to tolerate her – is not happy. The man she’s dated off and on since high school, the man she fully expected to marry one day, is engaged to someone else. For the first time in her life, neither her money nor social standing is of any use to her. Chas MacKenzie is in love, and it’s not with Marla. Furious, she intends to put a stop to it, in any way possible.

Until Chas’ best friend, Pete (Crunch) Benedict gets in the way.

Pete has known Marla forever. In fact, she was his high school crush. When he gets wind of her plans to thwart Chas’ wedding, he does the only thing he can – he takes Marla in hand. Marla doesn’t know it, but Pete has no intention of ever letting her go.

This is a sequel to Just Her Luck, but reads as a standalone.

Publisher’s Note: This steamy contemporary romance contains elements of power exchange.

Excerpt

“Wow, it almost seems a shame to mar it,” he admitted.

“What? What do you mean, mar it?” she asked lifting her head up and swiveling her neck to stare at him.

Pete laughed.

“Did you think I could spank you without leaving a mark? I’m good, but I’m not that good.”

“You better not leave any bruises,” she insisted.

“I’ll do my best but even if I do who would see them?” he asked suspiciously.

His hand tightened on her cheek as he waited for an answer.

“My masseur,” she finally replied.

“Male or female?”

“Male, why?”

“Right this moment I’m finding the idea of another man looking at and massaging your ass completely unacceptable,” he admitted reluctantly.

Marla smiled. Crunch was jealous of another man touching her ass. It was cute.

“Pete, it really is strictly professional. He works out the kinks, I pay him for his services,” she explained.

“I don’t care. I still don’t like it. Can’t you get a woman?” he advocated giving her right cheek a quick smack.

“Ouch!” Geeze, that stung. “Maybe, maybe I could get a woman, at least for a while,” she offered quickly. “Although I don’t know what difference it makes.”

“It makes a difference to me,” he insisted, smacking her left cheek.

“Ouch! All right, all right, I’ll get a woman,” she acquiesced.  “Now let me up. You’ve made your point. A spanking from you is to be avoided at all costs.”

Pete laughed and rubbed her ass.

“Honey, we haven’t even begun.”

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me.”

“That’s what I was afraid of,” she sighed dejectedly. “Well can you at least hurry up? I seem to recall you promising me something infinitely more attractive.”