#SatSpanks from Willful Miss Winchester

Happy Easter, Happy Passover, Happy Spring, or Happy Fall for those of you in the southern hemisphere.

I think I have everyone covered and I'm glad you're here.

I have a new book coming out April 16. Willful Miss Winchester is the third book in my Lady Katherine's Comeuppance series and it tells the story of Thomas' sister, Charlotte, who decides to surprise her brother by sailing across the Atlantic to visit. But the surprise on her when she arrives and finds that Thomas and Lady Katherine have sailed to America to visit her and the rest of the family.

Blurb: Rash, brash and low on cash, Miss Charlotte Winchester sails across the Atlantic ready to partake of all London had to offer the favorite sister of Lord Thomas Winchester.

What a shock for our impulsive adventurer when she arrives at her brother's London townhouse to find he and his wife sailed for America weeks before.

Reclusive widower Lord Lucas Tanner wanted nothing more than to live in obscurity while continuing to mourn the loss of his wife and infant son. When his house burns to the ground, he accepts the invitation of his friend, Lord Thomas Winchester, to reside at his home while Thomas and Lady Katherine visit America. All goes well for him until Charlotte shows up.

Cultures and passions clash when these two unlikely roommates are forced to share a home. Will they draw a chalk line through the center of the parlor, or will their acrimony turn to matrimony?

Here's this week's snippet: 

“So this is how you always behave?” 

“No, it is not.” She was completely befuddled. She faulted the wine, though the rapid smacks to the backs of her thighs created quite a distraction as well. 

A strong arm wrapped around her waist and pulled her close to the warmth of Lord Tanner’s body. As if that were not intimate enough, he pinned her kicking limbs by clamping them between his legs. Entwined and trapped against his body, Charlotte was unable to resist his discipline. 

“You are a stubborn, willful, young woman and I shall not tolerate such behavior, particularly when it is directed at me.” Smack, smack, smack up her right cheek. Swat, swat, swat, down her left.