What happens when a naughty girl meets a dominant man? He finds a surefire way to show her the error of her ways, of course.
In the second volume of The Big Book of Brats, that’s exactly what happens as several young women find romance with the men who take them to task for their bratty attitudes.
Publisher’s Note: A cute selection of short stories featuring sweet romance and stern discipline of adult women. If this offends you, please do not buy or read the book.
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What do you prefer to write – a story with a brat as the heroine or a more serious story with a domestic discipline type of theme?
I have always enjoyed reading romance with a saucy heroine who is bratty and brash, so for that reason I most enjoy writing heroines of the same type. It’s playful and fun and usually light hearted. So writing in that head space is naturally fun and usually easier than the more serious type of stories are.
Do you have a favorite movie featuring a brat?
I do. McLintock is a favorite of mine. Maureen O’Hara as Mrs McLintock is just about as bratty as one can hope to get.
What is it about the heroine brat that makes us like her so much? Most of the time she’s not an especially sweet or nice person.
For me, that is part of why I like her. The brat heroine lets her inner contrariness out for all the world to see and experience. How liberating! In our every day lives, most of us are not able to let our inner brat out to play, we have to repress her and grit our teeth through experiences that would just be cut to ribbons if our brat had her way. She embodies our own repressed desires to be naughty and challenging on purpose.
Do you have any recommendations for good bratty romance?
One of my long time favorite romance writers often uses heroine brats. Her name is Susan Elizabeth Phillips. One of my favorite scenes she wrote was when one of her heroines took all the marshmellows out of the hero’s box of Lucky Charms, then put the dry cereal pieces back in the bag as though nothing had been altered whatsoever. Talk about bratty — and determined to make a point!
What’s the brattiest thing you’ve ever done?
Hmm. I’ve always been a model good girl. And that’s really not an exaggeration. I do remember one morning, after a night when we had been forecasted to get a major snowstorm, I woke my ex up and told him the snow had come and he’d better get up soon because we needed to dig out so we could get to work on time. He got slowly up out of bed, grumpily complaining about the weather. Except when he parted the curtains to look at what awaited him outside, there was no snow, the storm had shifted away from us during the night. Hahaha. He didn’t think it was so funny, for some reason! I’ll let your imaginations guess at what happened next, especially considering he had all that extra time that he thought he’d need to clear snow suddenly at his disposal. 😉
He steered her gently into one corner of the room. “Corner time, angel,” he informed her when she looked questioningly at him.
Rob nodded. “A little time to reflect on everything. And to realize all is forgiven. You stand here with your red bottom on display for me.”
At the reminder of her semi-nudity, her face flushed with heat very similar to the color of her backside, and she looked down at the floor.
He had to bite back a grin. “Chin up, Jan. Nose in the crevice of the walls, nice and tight. Don’t make me have you put your hands up on top of your head, young lady.”
She sent him a confused glance but picked up her gaze and stuck her nose far into the corner.
“Nice,” he complimented her. “Five minutes. No rubbing and no talking.”
He watched her from the sofa, noticing little things about her as he did. The little birthmark on the back of her right thigh. The way her breath hitched in her chest, as she waited. The way her knees trembled – he wondered which of the conflicting emotions in her head was most responsible for that reaction.
When the time was up, he returned to her. He was proud of the way she kept her nose tight in the corner when he stood beside her; she didn’t even turn to face him until he caught hold of her chin and moved her face himself.
Yes, she was right for him… there was no mistaking that…
“Very good, Jan,” he said, smiling. “I’m proud of you.”
A light went on in her eyes, and she smiled back at him.
“This night is all erased. Understand? We have a fresh slate. And when we go out the next time, we’ll be starting new.”
“I’ll be nice,” she promised softly.
“That’s good. That’s what I want to hear.” He leaned in then and whispered in her ear. “I’m going to kiss you goodnight now, Jan. And then I’m going to leave. But you’re going to wait here for five more minutes. Time it by your watch. When the last five minutes of corner time are up, then you can come out and get ready for bed. And in the morning, I want you to call Connie right away. She’ll want to know how things went. Okay?”
She didn’t even react to his instructions for more corner time. All she said, in an agonized tone, was, “What am I going to tell her?”
“The truth,” he suggested, grinning when her eyes got wide with alarm. “With some smart editing. Just tell her that we got off to a rocky start, but things worked out, and we’re going to see each other again.”
She nodded, seeming relieved. “Okay.”
Rob framed her face in his hands then and leaned down to kiss her. It was a brief kiss; simple and sweet. He kept it that way on purpose though he could have easily went for, and probably received, a lot more. When he pulled back from her, Jan’s eyes were unfocused and yearning.
Ah, so it was like that… he smiled inwardly. That was a very good thing, then.
He pointed back to the corner, and she immediately turned and pressed her nose into the crevice. He ran his hand from the crown of her head to her neck, lifting the hair there off her sweat-dampened skin. He allowed himself one last kiss at the back of her neck, and she shivered with pleasure.