And it’s done!! I posted a preview to this a week or two ago, but I can happily say that the novella Juliet’s Orders is now complete, and its publication date has been set: December 9th. I’ll post another snippet below.
I still need beta readers, for anyone interested!
Brainy but beautiful Juliet has an annoying problem–her college classmate Russell keeps bugging her for a date. He’s brash and arrogant, and he has absolutely no idea that he’s playing with fire. For Juliet has a secret. She likes to spank and discipline men in her spare time.
When he makes a bet that she can’t dress and act sexy for a day, she takes him up on it, with the threat that if she wins the bet, he gets to be her slave for an evening.
Let the games begin.
By lunch time, Juliet was ready to string Russell up by his balls. She wished she had a recorder for all the one-liners thrown in her direction, everything from “Can you bend over and pick that up for me?” to “I wanna be your daddy and you can be my little girl.” She’d explained to all her friends and even several non-friends that it was all for a bet. Still, it didn’t stop the comments, and it certainly didn’t stop the looks.
And now she had to turn it up a notch and make sexual noises.
True to his word, Russell was waiting for her in the cafeteria when lunch time came around. Juliet ignored him and ordered herself hot dog and fries, and a decadent slice of lemon merengue pie. She threw him a look as she strode over to his table and sat down across from him.
He looked her over and sighed happily. “I love my life. So how’s your day been?”
Was it her imagination, or had he combed his hair since their parting after first period? She pulled the hot dog out of the bun and ate the bun by itself. “Wonderful. It’s probably going to take me months for anyone to take me seriously here again. Maybe even years.” Her deadpan tone matched the look she gave him as she took a sip of soda.
For a second he looked concerned. Then he laughed and waved a hand at her. “They’ll forget it in a week. I mean okay you may get more offers for dates. But I’m sure once they see your librarian look again, they’ll just think of you as the book nerd.”
She popped a few fries into her mouth. “Okay. So I’ll have you wear a skirt tomorrow. People will forget it in a week.”
That shut him up. He glared at her but said nothing. Juliet grinned, and then picked up her hot dog. Keeping her eyes on him, she ran the tip of her tongue around the top of it. Ire was quickly replaced by shock and then lust. “So are you ready for my performance?” This was actually rather fun. It might even make up for the dirty comments from people.
“Um…yum,” Russell choked, reaching for his soda.
Juliet took that as a yes. She sucked half the hot dog into her mouth. Then bit it off, chewing noisily. Russell winced and turned a little green and she had to swallow quickly to avoid laughing at him. Yeah this was getting fun now. She popped the other half into her mouth, ate it, and then made a little forkful of the lemon merengue pie. “Ohhhh God. I love pie.” She groaned loudly, taking the bite and licking it off the fork. She kept her eyes on Russell the whole time. It wasn’t so bad if she didn’t have to look at who else was watching them.
Russell took a long drink, his eyes locked on hers. The table blocked her view, but Juliet was willing to bet he was starting to get a boner. She took another bite. “Yes! Ohmygod so good…” She moaned louder, and this time she heard a wolf whistle from somewhere across the room.
She refused to look and see if it was anyone she knew.
Russell cleared his throat, rubbing the back of his neck. Juliet through she detected the hint of a blush, which pleased her. “You had to sit next to me for this, didn’t you. Rubbing my face in it?”
She gave him an innocent look, sucking at her fingers. “I thought you’d want a front row seat. This was your idea, after all.” She threw back her head and gave three shouts, as if he’d hit a particularly good spot. The spots of color on his cheeks darkened, and she imagined what he’d look like kneeling naked before her. “How are you liking it?”
He looked at her helplessly. “Um, dying a little? Both good and bad, I’d say.” He shifted in his seat, confirming her suspicions that he was getting hard.
She grinned evilly at him. “You like this. It embarrasses you, but you like it. Want me to keep going, or have I won the bet?” She braced her hands on the table as if ready to give off more shouts.