Welcome to another wonderful weekend chock-full of spankings! For my contribution, another excerpt from my new release, "How I Spank My Wife".

When we left off last week, Callie purposefully spilled vodka on a customer and set his shirt aflame. Here they meet again, in the most unlikely of places.

“All right, you’re up,” one of the ladies from casting told me. The other two at the table had their heads bent over their notes and didn’t even bother to look up. “We cast the role of Richard yesterday, so he’s going to read with you, OK?”

“Oh.” I hadn’t prepared to perform with anyone, but I knew I’d have to make it work. “All right.”

“It’ll give us a better idea of your chemistry together,” she explained.

“Right. Of course.” I walked toward the stage, reminding myself to breathe. I walked up the stairs, my legs shaking. I placed myself directly in the center of the stage, trying to keep myself calm. I could see a man on stage, out of the corner of my eye, but his back was turned to me. 

“Whenever you’re ready,” she prompted. I noticed that the other two directors still hadn’t looked up and it made my breath come in quick, short bursts. I tried to focus on what I had to do, to clear my mind of everything but the script.

“I’m sorry,” I began, faltering. Suddenly, I saw my reading partner turn toward me, and I caught my breath. It was Mr. Condescending, in the flesh. 

Callie Thomas isn't fresh off the bus from Wyoming anymore. She's been working in New York for two years, trying to make it on the big screen. When her agent informs her that she has to audition for a controversial movie, she falls into a funk, which is unfortunate for Kurt Evans, who has his meal ruined by the cranky waitress!

When they meet again, he is determined to teach her a lesson she won't forget. Callie is drawn to the authority in his voice and the love in his eyes. Can he make her forget the past that haunts her? Can he love her enough to expel her demons?

I'm happy to announce my new book "How I Spank My Wife" is now for sale! May I introduce you to Callie, a struggling actress from a small town trying to make it big in New York. She's barely making ends meet and her job as a waitress doesn't help much. When her agent tells her she has to audition for a movie titled "How I Spank My Wife" she is less than thrilled, but she needs the money. Going home is the last thing she wants to do.

To set the scene, Callie is waitressing and has her head focused on her audition in the morning. She hasn't been paying as good of attention as she should and her customer is very irate.

“Here we are,” I said brightly as I approached. “Your dessert and coffee.” I placed each cup in front of them before putting the dessert in the middle of the table. “Will there be anything else?”
“Yes,” my new favorite patron answered, in a tight, annoyed voice. “You forgot to light it.”
“Excuse me?” I asked, blinking at him. 
“The topping? You’re supposed to flambé it?” He was speaking to me like I was the village idiot and before I’d come here, I would have cried. New York had toughened me, however, and I knew there was only one thing for me to do: refuse to let him get away with it. 
“You’re right. Absolutely, Sir. Just a moment, please.” I walked away purposefully, with revenge in mind. When I got back to the table I was carrying a bottle of vodka and a lighter. Giving them a stunning smile, I splashed the top of the brûlée with the alcohol and set it aflame. Then, turning to Mr. Condescending, I clumsily dropped the bottle. 
“Jesus!” He exclaimed loudly as Vodka dripped from his shirt all the way to his pants. It was a full bottle, and more than half had drenched his clothes before the bottle fell with a thud to the floor, creating a clear puddle on the wooden floor. 
“Oh, my gosh, I am so sorry,” I said, feigning innocence. “Here, let me help.” I leaned forward, cloth in hand and ignited the blow torch.  The flame shot toward him, licking his shirt which promptly caught fire. “Oh, no!” I cried, counting to five before patting it out. 
 I took a step back and I wasn’t sure if it was coming from his shirt, or if steam was literally coming out of his ears. “You…stupid…girl!” He said through gritted teeth. “I don’t want your apologies.” He spat each word at me threateningly. “I want you fired.”

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