Birthday Spankings!

I have a new book that will be out soon. I know I've teased you before with that---and Newlywed...Again is on my list of things that need a major overhaul----but this one is almost ready to launch.

It's the story of Mimi who finds herself divorced and alone on her 40th birthday. She makes a wish on a birthday candle and finds herself transported to the home of sexy Paolo who fulfills her birthday fantasies. Later, she's left to wonder--was it real or all a dream?

“Happy Birthday to me.” She closed her eyes, made a wish, blew out the candle and opened her eyes prepared to enjoy her birthday treat.

She blinked. Confusion spun in her head and fear beat through her veins.  Where was she? This most certainly was not her kitchen. Or anywhere she’d ever been, for that matter.

Standing in the middle of a lavish living room filled with overstuffed couches, artwork and fresh flowers, none of which were carnations, it felt like stepping into a page of a magazine.  Although night had fallen the exterior could be seen through the floor-to-ceiling windows that provided a view of a pool and patio area lit by torches.

Mimi caught a reflection of herself in the mirror above the fireplace. Her sensible work clothes had been replaced by a short red cocktail dress with halter top and modesty defying slit up to her hip bone. Forty-year old women weren’t supposed to show that much thigh. She clutched at the two pieces of fabric and tried to cover herself though it was clearly pointless.  

While she gaped at herself in the mirror another reflection entered her view---a man in a tuxedo carrying two champagne flutes. He handed one to Mimi. She took it from his hand, looking at him with brows furrowed with confusion. He clinked the edge of his glass to hers. “Happy Birthday, Mimi.”

“How do you know my name?” She challenged. “Where am I?” She craned her neck to look past him. “What’s going on?”

“It’s your birthday. Aren’t birthdays supposed to be about surprises?” He cocked his head and smiled. She finished off her champagne and set the flute on an end table. Frustrated at his non-answer, her fingers itched to slap him.

She looked up into his face, preparing to smack that smile away, but she just couldn’t do it. He was gorgeous. She stared into his dark eyes and her breath caught in her throat. She turned her head to look out the window, to gather her thoughts.  What is going on? I nearly slapped the most attractive man I’ve ever seen, let alone spoken to. 

So, here's my question. What's your birthday spanking fantasy? Has it ever come true?