July Event at The Romance Review includes an Ebook giveaway of Bottoms in Love

July Event at The Romance Review includes an Ebook giveaway of Bottoms in Love

Lots of books by many authors will be available, so please check out this fun event. A question about Bottoms in Love will be posted, and a huge hint about the answer is embedded in this brief excerpt. Thanks for checking it out and thank you to The Romance Review for putting on this event and thank you to my publisher, OC Press, for contributing a free copy.

From part two of Bottoms in Love: Heads

At last, they had another evening alone. They tried to enjoy dinner and each other’s conversation, but they couldn’t help but rush through dessert. They were both hurrying, both focused on the dime on the table between them. Lindsey pushed her plate aside, touched her silk napkin to her lips, and wiped her hands. She picked up the dime, and Carter leaned forward. With a flick of her thumb, she sent it in a tight spin about a foot above their heads. She caught it and swallowed it in her palm. Catching Carter’s gaze, she slapped the dime onto her forearm. Carter jumped and his eyes locked onto her hand, which she slowly raised.

“Yes!” Carter raised a fist in a mixture of excitement and relief. Lindsey gave him a sharp look and his arm fell, his fist opened. He stared down contritely.

“Wave the waitress over, very politely, and say, ‘My wife is ready for the check now, please,’” Lindsey instructed.

“Oh, honey, let’s not do the in-public stuff.”

Lindsey calmly held Carter’s look until he acquiesced. He located the waitress and gave her a respectful wave. When she came over, he repeated the words his wife had commanded. Carter became so immediately docile and nervous under his wife’s command, especially when she demonstrated her power in front of a pretty stranger. He blushed and bowed his head, drawing more attention to his servitude than might have been obvious to the waitress if he had managed any amount of decorum. The young lady was obviously amused, and Carter caught her exchanging a smile with his wife. He turned an even deeper shade of red.

Lindsey retrieved a credit card from her purse and, when the waitress returned, dropped it on the check tray. The waitress thanked her, gave Carter another wry smile, and left.

“I think she is enjoying this. Maybe we should invite her to stop by tonight. Do you suppose she’s ever seen a man beaten with a wooden spoon?”

“She probably hasn’t,” Carter said quietly, still blushing, his head still bowed.

“She probably would, tonight.”

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