Friday, January 1, 2016

A Timeless Woman~ Stevie MacFarlane Visits!

Happy New Year! I have Stevie MacFarlane visiting today. She has a new book out called A Timeless Woman. I have it loaded up on my kindle and I am waiting to dig in.

Stevie just happens to be one of my favorite authors. Everything she writes always has a lot of heart, and is damn hot to boot! I'm excited she stopped by today. Do yourself a favor and grab her newest one now.

Stumbling out of bed, she snatched her blue chenille robe, stuffed her feet into her slippers and stomped down the stairs. Reaching the door, she flipped the lock and yanked it open.
"What?" she demanded, scrubbing her eyes that felt as though they were full of sand.
"I told you I'd pick you up this morning," Colton answered, backing her up as he entered the house.
"Yes, but you didn't say you'd be here an hour early," she hissed, catching her appearance in the foyer mirror. "Good grief," she cried taking in her bed head and red rimmed eyes.
"You look terrible," he remarked, setting two cups of coffee down on a stand and removing his coat. Taking her arm, he steered her into the living room and tossed his coat on a chair. "Are you ill?" he asked with concern, cupping her flushed cheeks in both hands and then moving one to her forehead. "You're burning up."
"No I'm not, your hands are just cold," she insisted.
"Have you taken your temperature?" he demanded.
"Well, no, but I'm fine…"
"Where is your thermometer?"
"Upstairs, but…"
 Taking her hand, he pulled her toward the stairs. Struggling to keep up, she almost lost her slippers but in a matter of seconds he'd dragged her into the first room. It happened to be hers.
"Thermometer?" he questioned again with a no nonsense look in his eyes.
"In the medicine cabinet," she sighed, slumping onto the bed in defeat and nodding toward a slightly open door.
 Colton returned momentarily carrying a small towel, a jar of Vaseline and the offending item. As soon as she realized what he intended she jumped up, covered both of her bottom cheeks and backed away.
"Ohhh, no you don't," she cried in panic.
"Don't be so dramatic," he scolded, advancing on her until he could place the items on her bedside stand and take ahold of her wrist.
"There's a regular one in that cabinet," she screeched tugging against his hold.
"I like these better, more accurate if done properly," he stated matter-of-factly as he sat, snapped open the towel and placed it across his knees. Pulling her before him, he took both of her shoulders in his strong hands. "This is pneumonia season and I have no intention of taking any chances with your health. Now be a good girl and cooperate," he said sternly before gently compelling her over his lap. Carefully he arranged her body so her torso was comfortably placed on the bed and her bottom was centered directly over his knees. As soon as he began to raise her nightgown, her legs started scissoring and he placed his hand firmly on her bottom. "It's my suggestion that you stop this immediately. Unless of course you would like to be as warm on the outside as you are on the inside?"
"No," she pouted, sniffing in indignation. "Do you even know what you're doing?" she demanded, cranking her head around and glaring at him.
 Colton laughed and patted her reassuringly.
"Of course, I do. I'm a doctor."
"A what?" she asked weakly.
"A doctor," he replied pulling up her nightie and robe.
"How is that even possible?" She snorted, clearly doubting his words.
"Four years of medical school, followed by a four-year residency at Mount Hope," he replied picking up the case and taking the thermometer out. Checking it, he shook it down and set it beside him.
"If you're a doctor, what are you doing running an investment firm?" she demanded.
"I don't believe I like your tone," he observed, baring her bottom completely and watching her cheeks clench.

Despite her age, Marjorie Whitcomb is resigned to spinsterhood. One disastrous marriage has convinced her that the kind of man she wants does not exist. He is simply a figment of her imagination... and her fantasies. 

Colton Mitchell has had Margie in his peripheral vision for two years. He always considered her 'quirky', with her vintage clothes and quiet manner. He never saw the real woman until he had to drive her home one night. From her vintage turquoise kitchen to her garter belt and stockings, he then realizes that she is a young woman with very old-fashioned ideas about love and marriage. And that's the very moment in which he decides that she isn't quirky, she is perfect! 

But how close is Colton to Marjorie's idea of the perfect man? 

Warning: This book contains elements of domestic discipline, medical play and anal play. If any of these offend you, please do not purchase.

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1 comment:

  1. Thank you for having me today, Casey. I love your blog and pop in all the time to see what's going on. I'm honored to be a small part of it today. Hugs, Stevie