Aubrey Cara has dropped by today to discuss her latest novel, "Candi's Debt."
Thank you so much for having me over today, Kathryn! I’ve brought along a little something from my new book, Candi’s Debt. In a bid to protect her brother, Candi finds herself in hot water with very dangerous men. Hank may not know all the facts, but what he does know is Candi needs the type of firm handed guidance only he can provide.
“Well,” he starts, pulling me around to face him. “Are you going to take your punishment like a good girl, or am I going to have to tie you down?”
He’s giving me a challenging look. I’m pretty sure he likes the prospect of tying me down. I’m not completely unmoved by the idea. But, no. No. That would be worse, much worse. The fluttering of butterflies in my stomach I had on the entire ride here are back.
That doesn’t stop me from shooting him a haughty look of my own and lift my skirt as I bend over the end of the bed. If my legs slightly tremble it’s because it’s chilly in here. It’s on the tip of my tongue to say, “do your worst,” but really why tempt fate…
Bravado, I’m all bravado.
I squeak and give myself away when he reaches under my skirt and pulls my hot pink, lacy panties down to mid-thigh. I look back at him and it’s a mistake. He looks hugely imposing, towering over me. My stomach drops down to somewhere in the vicinity of my curling toes.
“I-I’m wearing a thong. Why are you pulling down my panties?” My voice is so breathy when I ask I sound like I’m doing a bad impression of Marilyn Monroe.
He raises a brow and his mouth kicks up in a half grin, but he’s not looking at me, or at least not my face. I feel the place he’s staring at heat and I move to close my legs, but he stops me with a hand. “Your panties are down so that daddy can have a full view of your sweet pussy,” he says, his voice a low rumble.
I’m not sure what’s more messed up, the fact that he refers to himself as daddy or the fact that when he says it—every time he says it—new moisture floods my bits with tingles of awareness.
Crouching down behind me, he grabs my ankles and moves my feet even further apart. “And your panties are going to stay around your thighs so you remember just how exposed you are to me.”
I bite my lip and hide my face in the soft quilt under me. I can feel his breath at the back of my thighs and I know his face is level with me, right there. I know he has to be able to see how humiliatingly wet I am right now.
The men in my family are gamblers, cheats, and thieves. They aren’t loyal to anyone but themselves. It’s the Dawson way. My oldest brother was killed for sticking to that tradition.
I refuse to let that happen to my little brother. He’s all I have in this world and I’ll do anything to save him.
His debts are now mine, and I always pay my debts.
Now if a certain ape leader would get out of my way, things would go much more smoothly.
I swore never to return to Texas. But here I am, wading neck deep into shit creek. I’m not even getting paid for this crap.
And Candi? She has more secrets than sense and represents everything I try to avoid. I’m not sure how I got tangled up with her in the first place. I have no business getting involved with a woman like her. She needs to be saved from herself.
I don’t have a white knight complex, and this girl needs a savior. I can’t be that guy.
About the Author:
Aubrey Cara likes it sweet n' dirty—romance that is. She adores writing about kinky characters finding their one true naughty soul mate to love, cherish, and get freaky with. Aubrey resides in Coastal GA with her wonderful husband, superhero kid, two hand-me-down dogs, and a fish that has survived against all odds. When she's not writing you can find her sewing costumes, repairing leaky faucets and dodging the PTA.