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Island Dance: Claiming His Castaway by Erin Ballantyne

Island Dance: Claiming His Castaway by Erin BallantyneWhen she spies what she believes to be a pirate ship in the distance, twenty-five-year-old Zara Wilson’s boat trip to Madagascar suddenly feels quite a bit more dangerous than she had anticipated. After failing to convince the ship’s captain of the danger, she impetuously helps herself to the only lifeboat and promptly ends up stranded at sea alongside Richard Stryker, a dashingly handsome photographer who shows little willingness to stand for her antics.

With no land in sight and a lifeboat that won’t stop leaking, putting up with the little spitfire who loudly insists she should be the one in charge is almost more than Richard can handle. When the two finally come upon a remote island and Zara’s foolish defiance yet again puts her life in grave danger, taking her in hand becomes Richard’s only option. With his patience at an end, he at last pulls her over his knee for a good, hard, bare bottom spanking.

The unlikely couple work hard to make a home on the island, and even as Zara continues to require Richard’s firm guidance and even firmer correction to keep her safe, the two begin to realize that their partnership is quickly growing into romance. But when the castaways are rescued from their island paradise, will their relationship turn out to have been merely an attraction built on convenience, or will their love prove to be the kind that can last a lifetime?

Publisher’s Note: Island Dance: Claiming His Castaway is an adventure and erotic romance novel that includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

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Author: Erin Ballantyne

Length: 45,700 words

Price: $3.95


He took her chin in his hands, gently, but firmly, and said confidently, “Zara, I said you would get spanked if you disobeyed, and so you shall.” He saw the panic grow in her eyes.

“You can’t do this. You just can’t. It’s not legal. It’s assault. And I’m way too old for that. I’m twenty-five years old. And anyway, why should you get to be the boss?”

When she stopped to take a breath, Richard calmly hauled her in closer. He backed up to sit down on the fallen log near the fire pit. He turned her between his outspread knees, took hold of her right arm, and calmly forced her face down over his left leg.

Zara panted, “No, no, no! You can’t. I won’t let you do this to me.”

Richard looked down on her as the dress tightened over her buttocks. “Zara, you may not believe me, but I am doing this ‘for’ you even more than ‘to’ you.”

Perhaps sensing his resolve, she began to fight and twist in earnest. Richard held her easily, watching her bottom move and twist attractively, her feet scrabbling for purchase on the soft grass.

He looked down at her slimly muscled legs and tanned thighs that disappeared under the little white dress. He lifted his hand and then thought better of spanking over the dress. “In for a penny, in for a pound,” he said under his breath. And so, reaching down and taking the hem of her dress in a firm grip, he flipped it up, revealing delicate, thin, pale blue bikini panties, edged with lace.

Zara’s reaction was both instantaneous and expected. “You pervert! You Neanderthal! I’ll kill you when I get up. I’ll… I’ll…”

He looked at the wet panties, and chuckled to himself. “You have sand on your panties, my lady. I’ll do you a favor and dust them off.”

He raised his hand and brought it crashing down on her buttocks. For one moment after the solid crack there was utter silence, and then Zara howled with pain and fury, bucking and trying desperately to throw herself off.

“You animal! You beast! You—”

Her breath was cut short as Richard’s hand cracked across her buttocks again, this time slightly below his last aim. Almost by instinct, he lowered his aim even more, catching her on the lower curve and upper thigh. She howled louder and almost bucked off his lap. He saw the angry red hand prints appear on the curves that peeked out below her panties.

“I’m guessing that you haven’t been spanked before?” he asked conversationally, cracking in another one.

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