I left New York for an adventure and ran smack dab into a wall, a beautifully crafted wall of brawn and muscle.

She’s from New York, and he’s from Scotland. Their worlds collide while both are visiting Turkey and, literally, run into one another.

The rich, dominant philanthropist, Lord Roswell is more than happy to lend a hand and help a woman in need. That is until he learns she may be a part of those who murdered his father. Now he is keeping her close to see what he can learn regarding his father’s untimely death, but the more he is around the beautiful yogi, the more he is falling and has to come to terms with a very important issue.

Can he love? He never has and has avoided relationships at all costs, but can Suri change all that?

Publisher’s Note: This action-packed, romantic mystery contains graphic scenes and a theme of power exchange.

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Excerpt

His eyes narrowed. “You seem to have a knack for polite avoidance. I warn ye, lass. I am a very dominant man who always gets his way. I will not stand for your blatant and deliberate disregard of my orders, which were made for your safety and certainly not for my comfort.”

I’d had enough. I stood up and headed for the front door. Before I could reach the handle, Laughlin grabbed me and threw me over his shoulder as he stalked back into the main living space.

“Let go of me, you brute. I’m not even here because I want to be. I can take care of myself; now let me down.” Laughlin sat down on the couch and pulled me over his knee. Oh no, he didn’t. “Really? How archaic are you? Get out of the dark ages, you—”

Before I could utter another word, Laughlin’s hand came down on my backside. His massive hand quickly administered a few dozen hard spankings. I was grunting and swearing, becoming something I’d never been before, petulant and dually remorseful at the same time. His spanking was creating the worst heat imaginable.

“Stop it!” I cried out repeatedly, on deaf ears. I’d never been spanked before, and the experience was shocking. It hurt more than I ever imagined it could, and it was making me feel things I generally shut off or did yoga to let go of.

“Please, please, oh god, it hurts, please, Laughlin. I promise I won’t be disrespectful, just please stop.” My ass was on fire, and I was so embarrassed that I wanted to crawl under the nearest piece of furniture.

He didn’t stop, and I found myself wondering how many women he’d spanked. He knew what he was doing and paid a lot of attention to where my thighs and buttocks met. No doubt I wouldn’t be sitting comfortably for a few days.

Eventually, the fight went out of me, and I hung limply over his large thighs until he finished. I was surprised to find that, emotionally, I felt like I’d had a reset button pressed. The events of last night, even the irritation about Tino, had evaporated.

Of course, I had these thoughts as a few tears slid down my cheeks. In a way, I felt safer than I’d ever felt before. But there was no way I would let him know that. Laughlin righted me and looked me in the eyes. ” Are you ready to be you and not some spoilt, bratty girl?”

I wanted to argue, to ask him who the hell he thought he was calling me spoilt and bratty. One thing was for sure, I wasn’t spoiled. I wasn’t sure about bratty. If he meant stubborn, then he was correct.

“Yes.”

“Yes, what?”

“Uh, I’m not sure, yes, Sir?”

Laughlin’s face broke into an amused smile. He shook his head as he gazed at me. “You are something, lass. I love your spirit.”

I wiped a stray tear from my cheek. “Thank you, I guess. Is that a compliment?”

He laughed, a loud guffawing sound erupting from him so quickly, it startled me, and I jumped, falling from his lap to the floor. As I landed with a thud, Laughlin laughed harder, and I joined, the entire scene so comical.

When we both had calmed down, Laughlin stood and pulled me to my feet. Grabbing a throw cushion from the couch, he drew me back to the kitchen and breakfast. Laughlin placed the soft padding on my chair and gestured for me to sit down.

I did, gingerly, and he pushed in my chair. Then taking the one opposite me, he poured us coffee and began chatting like nothing had happened. Who was this guy? All through breakfast, my core, which had become molten lava with the spanking, much to my embarrassment, needed release.