Our stop on the Neverending Blog Tour this week is Lord Kendrick’s Obligation by Alyssa Bailey!!
He wants a lady of quality on his arm, a mistress in his bed, and a princess to pamper.
When the time’s right. When he’s ready. When he finds her. But not yet. Lord Anthony Kendrick has obligations he fulfills daily but there is one he has yet to address; finding a wife and begetting heirs. All in due time. Without warning, he discovers the very woman he has been waiting for in his drawing-room, and she needs what he can offer. If he were ready and if she were to agree.
Lady Genevieve Jacobson does not want to marry now, if ever. Her relatives disagree and pressure her to accept the offer of a man thirty years her senior. As the eldest, she is obligated to marry before her sister. Ginny refuses to comply. Suddenly her freedom and her very life is at stake. She must make some dangerous choices if she is to have any say in her future happiness.
When Kendrick finds Ginny has taken matters in her own hands and put herself in mortal danger, he decides the time is right to claim her. Even if she doesn’t agree.
This is book four in the Lords and Little Ladies series but reads as a standalone.
Publisher’s Note: This historical romance contains elements of mystery, suspense, action, adventure, power exchange, and sensual scenes. If any of these offend you, please do not purchase
Here is a steamy excerpt from the book:
The male bellow startled Genevieve and contrary to his instructions not to move, she did just that and found herself sliding down the tree trunk at a rapid pace. She cried out but was caught before her feet hit the ground. Her fright caused her breathing to become heavy and her chest heaved. The very man who had yelled at her was holding her close to his bosom and he smelled nice. Clean and spicy. His heart was pounding in his chest softly thumping against hers. So good.
When she caught her breath enough to pull back from the man, she saw it was Lord Kendrick. ‘Bloody hell’ was right. He was blazing in his anger. Before she could think another thought, he was sitting on the stump, she was over his knee and he was pounding out a stern message on her nates. With her skirts still in her waistband, it took only a little movement of cloth to give him unobstructed access to her bared bottom.
“Oh, sir, please stop. I-I am extremely sorry to have climbed your tree. Ahh, I had to grab the kitten.”
She ended her explanation in a screech as he continued to land slap after painful smack on her upturned bottom without slowing. Her rear was hot and tingling and it hurt something awful. Ginny hadn’t been spanked in over a decade. What was he about?
“What a damned fool thing to do. You could have been hurt, paralyzed, or died from that distance. Don’t you ever put yourself in a dangerous position like that again! Damn the kitten. He would have come down, eventually.” His slaps had lessened until he was merely rubbing her nates as she sniffled. It felt wicked and delicious. She thought being mischievous might not be such a bad thing in some cases.
“That hurt,” she said in a dazed reproach as though she couldn’t quite believe his actions.
“Yes, it was supposed to hurt. You are lucky you aren’t mine or we would still be addressing your unsafe behavior.”
He placed her on his knee and pulled her close not allowing her to pull away. Soon she softened her stiff muscles and was snuggling in as she sniffled. “I didn’t like that.”
“No, I don’t imagine you did. Papas tend to bring an undeniable ache when they are applying discipline. It was to teach a lesson. Did you learn it?”
“Yes,” she said as he stood her up and helped to put her skirts at their proper placement. “Never visit Eaton Cross when you or papas are in residence.”
Kendrick laughed. “Yes, that would be one way to apply the lesson but not the best, surely. The other is to heed my words and not put yourself in harm’s way.” When Genevieve didn’t respond he continued, “Promise me.”
“What?” she asked as she began straightening her gown.
He now sounded like rolling thunder. “You heard me. You will not purposely put yourself in danger. Promise me or so help me, I shall begin again and if I do, it will be a while before you sit comfortably.” She swore he growled.
Staring at him, she couldn’t believe the wild way her body was reacting to his obscene manner and words. Her lady bits were slippery. Rolling down her thighs? No, it couldn’t be. How utterly embarrassing! As much as the spanking, this was embarrassing because it happened due to the situation. The spanking. The stern words. Accountability. What was happening to her? And God help her, she wasn’t sure she wanted it to stop. And papa? Why did that word tease her even more intensely?
USA Today and #1 International best-selling author of historic and contemporary romances, Alyssa Bailey, is a dyed in the wool Texan living amongst the beauty of Southeast Alaska. Along with her husband, she lives where the sky meets the rainforest; the forest meets the mountains that touch the ocean, and the wildlife frolic on land, sea, and air. Humans, the ultimate interlopers, are wedged in where allowed and are properly thankful for the privilege.
Alyssa loves writing realistic romance for the naughty in all of us. She takes from her own experiences, often scrambling events from her life with her imagination, ensuring the fictitious worlds she creates seem real and draw you in.
She loves writing power exchanges between strong, intelligent, sassy women who are not afraid to make a stand and loving men confident enough to give his woman space, but Alpha enough to keep her safe despite her choices is a common theme and of course, there’s always a happily ever after.
If she can throw a little humor, or suspense in her stories, it’s even better. Her characters live amongst historical lords and ladies, in the contemporary realm amongst men and women of the world, and of course, hard-working cowboys and fiercely romantic Indians.
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