I'm thrilled to announce that I have a new contemporary spanking romance available in eBook, Austin Malone, Private Eye!
When Taylor Cavanaugh's sister goes missing, she turns to private detective, Austin Malone, for help. When he discovers her sister has apparently eloped with a boyfriend that Taylor never even knew existed, she is sure he must be wrong. After all, she knows her sister better than he does.
However, when he finds a diary that proves she doesn't know her sister nearly as well as she thinks, Taylor throws a tantrum that gets her put over Austin's knee for a good, sound spanking. Taylor doesn't learn her lesson, though, and deliberately ignores his orders to stay out of his way and let him do his job. Instead, she follows him on the hunt for her sister, which leads to repeated spankings from the ruggedly handsome private eye.
But if he's as insufferable and arrogant as he seems, why is Taylor so drawn to him? Maybe it's because she knows Austin Malone is the only one who can find her sister. Or maybe it's because deep down, she instinctively knows he is exactly the kind of man she's been looking for her whole life.
Austin stood in the entryway for a moment, surveying the apartment. Though small, it had all the amenities, including a living room, dining room, kitchen, bath, and two bedrooms. All in all, Taylor had to admit that it was actually rather cozy. And Tiffany’s scholarship easily covered the cost.
“Does anything look out of place to you?” Austin asked as he walked into the living room.
Taylor shook her head. “No.”
She watched as Austin wandered over to the coffee table and picked up the stack of magazines that were there. Her brow furrowed. “What are you looking for?”
He glanced at her. “Something that might give me a clue to where your sister may have gone.” Taylor gave him a skeptical look as she walked into the living room. “By checking out what magazines she subscribes to?”
Austin tossed the magazines back onto the coffee table. “If one of them was a travel brochure from wherever it is that she went, then yes.”
“Did you find one?” Taylor asked, hurrying over to the coffee table to scoop up the magazines and leaf through them excitedly.
“I said, if one of them was a travel brochure,” he told her dryly. “None of them were.”
She dropped the magazines back on the table and gave him annoyed look. “Well, why didn’t you just tell me that, then?”
He shrugged. “I did.”
Taylor made a face at his retreating back as he walked into the kitchen. She wondered if the two hundred and fifty dollars a day she was paying him covered that dry wit of his or if he threw that in for free. In the kitchen, Austin had opened the door of the refrigerator.
“What are you looking for in there?” she asked.
“Some people throw out things like milk if they know they’re going to be away for awhile,” he told her.
Taylor edged closer to get a better look and immediately spotted the container of skim milk on the top shelf. “I was right!” she said. “Tiffany didn’t throw out the milk, so that proves she must have been kidnapped!”
Austin closed the door. “Or it could mean that she just didn’t throw out the milk before she left. It’s skim milk, after all. The stuff can barely be called milk in the first place, so it’s not surprising that it lasts forever.”
Taylor had to bite her tongue as she watched him make his way around the kitchen, opening drawers and cabinets, and fingering through all kinds of things. She couldn’t imagine what he possibly hoped to find, but she made no comment as he continued his search. Finally done in that room, Austin left the kitchen and headed for the bedrooms, only to stop and turn back to Taylor when she started to follow him.
“Perhaps it would be better if you just sat out here on the couch and let me do my job,” he told her.
Taylor bristled at the condescending tone in the private detective’s voice. Folding her arms, she lifted her chin to look him squarely in the eye. “No way!” she said. “I just met you a few hours ago. I’m not about to let you go through my sister’s personal things without my being there.”
If she thought her words would insult him, Taylor was wrong. His expression barely changed at all. He regarded her coolly. “Ms. Cavanaugh, you hired me to find your sister and I can’t work with you hovering over my shoulder demanding to know what I’m doing every second. If you’ve reconsidered hiring me, just let me know and we can leave.” When she said nothing, he continued. “I didn’t think so. Now, if you would be so kind as to go sit on the couch like I asked you to do.”
Taylor stared up at the handsome private investigator in stunned silence. How dare he order her around like that? And in her own sister’s apartment, too! She should tell him to get the hell out, she thought. In fact, the words were on the tip of her tongue, but for some reason, she couldn’t make herself say them. Right now, Austin Malone was the only option she had for finding her sister. Was she prepared to let him walk out the door simply because he was an obnoxious ass? No, she could put up with his arrogance if it meant getting Tiffany back safely, she decided.
“Fine!” she told him through gritted teeth. Turning on her heel, she stomped over to the couch and threw herself down on it. Then, folding her arms and crossing her legs, she gave him a glare.
Though Austin scowled at her obvious show of petulance, he said nothing, but instead turned and walked into Tiffany’s bedroom.
From her vantage point on the couch, Taylor couldn’t see much of the bedroom, but she could hear Austin moving around in there. From the sounds of it, he was looking through the dresser. An image of Austin Malone rifling through her sister’s panty drawer suddenly popped into her head and she frowned. Without another thought, she jumped to her feet and hurried into the bedroom.
Austin was standing beside the bed, a small, leather-bound book in his hand. Her brow furrowed as she walked over to him.
“What are you reading?” she asked.
He looked up from the book to give her a frown. “I thought you were going to wait in the living room.”
She shrugged. “I was, but I got curious,” she said. “So, what are you reading?”
“Your sister’s diary,” he said.
Taylor’s eyes went wide. “Her what? You can’t read that! It’s personal!”
But Austin only turned the page and continued to read. “Of course it’s personal; it’s a diary. Which means that it could give us a clue where she might have gone.”
“She didn’t go anywhere! She was kidnapped!” Taylor corrected. “And I really doubt you’ll find an entry in there that says Get kidnapped before lunch!”
Taylor didn’t know what infuriated her more, the fact that Austin was still reading her sister’s diary, or that he was ignoring her. Refusing to put up with it anymore, she reached out and snatched the book from his hand. He gave her an exasperated look.
“What is your problem?” he demanded. “I’m a professional and could care less about your sister’s personal life, except where it relates to her disappearance. I need to read that diary, so give it back.”
Austin reached for book as he spoke, but Taylor jerked it further away. “No!” she said. “I told you that I don’t want you reading my sister’s diary!”
His eyes narrowed as he took a step toward her. “Do you actually want your sister found, or not?”
She lifted her chin. “Of course I do,” she said. “I just think it’s completely inappropriate for you to be reading her diary, that’s all.”
Austin scowled. “I don’t have time for this,” he said. “There could be something in there that might put us on your sister’s trail.”
Taylor thought for a moment. She really doubted there would be anything relevant in her sister’s diary. But if Austin was right and there really were something in it that could help them find her sister...
“I’ll read through it and let you know if I find anything suspicious,” she finally conceded.
Austin gave her an impatient look. “I’m not going to sit here while you read that whole diary. Besides, you’d probably miss anything important, anyway,” he said. “Now, stop playing around and give it back to me.”
When he reached for it again, Taylor backpedaled, putting the edge of the bed between them. “I said, no!”
He swore under his breath. “Okay, that’s it!”Before Taylor could even react, Austin Malone had closed the distance between them and plucked the diary from her hand. Infuriated, she made a grab for the book, but he tossed it on the bed. She immediately reached for it, but the bastard caught her arm and steered her away from it. He was going to throw her out of the room, she realized.
“Hey!” she protested. “You can’t...”
But to her surprise, Austin wasn’t heading for the door. Instead, he sat down on the padded bench at the foot of the bed and, with a yank on her arm, sent her tumbling headlong over his knee. For a moment, Taylor was so stunned that she simply lay there with her head hanging down and her bottom up in the air. She regained her senses quickly enough though, and when she did, she immediately tried to push herself up off his lap. She didn’t even get halfway up before a strong hand on her back shoved her down and held her there. Taylor had no choice but to put her hands on the floor to steady herself. Craning her neck, she looked at him over her shoulder.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” she demanded.
“Something someone obviously should have done a long time ago!” he ground out.
Her brow furrowing in confusion, she opened her mouth to retort, only to let out a startled, “Oh!” when she felt his hand come down on her upturned bottom. Her blue eyes went wide. Oh my God, the jerk had actually just spanked her!