She was an athlete in dire need of coaching, he was a coach whose methods weren't exactly approved by the International Federation of Gymnastics, but they worked, and he intended to work with her.
“You ready for something a bit more difficult today?” Jonathan asked as he strode across the mats for their next session.
The meet yesterday had gone great—except for the uneven bars, of course. Ugh. She sucked at the bars, and Mr. God’s Gift to Bars, had promised he would get her through her bar rotation by any means necessary. She shuddered when she saw the familiar gleam in his eyes. “Do I have any choice in the matter?”
“Hmmm.” He set his bag down next to her feet and contemplated her. “Well, of course you have a choice. You can choose to continue losing points in your worst event because you don’t have the core strength—”
Smiling, he pulled her into a quick hug. “Sometimes the truth hurts. Now come on. Do you want to get better at the bars or not?”
“Yeah.” But it didn’t mean she had to like it or like his methods, right?
“You’re not going to appreciate what I have in mind, but I think it will help.” Yeah, he was a mind reader.
He pulled out a few small, marble shaped balls, and handed them to her. About an inch in diameter, they were cool to the touch, metal with a smooth, silky finish. “You ever use Ben Wa balls before?”
Shaking her head, she handed him back the shiny objects, not liking where this conversation seemed to be going. “Where exactly would I be using these things?”
He raised an eyebrow and cleared his throat, his gaze traveling down the front of her leotard.
“Oh hell no!” She turned to stalk away from the crazy man that wanted to put shiny balls inside her hoo-ha.
“Stop right there.”
She froze. She hated when that happened. His deep voice did things to her, making all rational thought escape, making her desire to obey every order he gave—whether she wanted to or not. “I don’t want shiny ball things inside me.” She pleaded, praying he would change his mind.
“I’m sure you don’t want to hold balls inside your vagina while you do your bar exercises.”
“What?” Did that terrified squeak come from her?
“The object is to tighten everything down there while you are doing your kips and rotations. That’s why you keep over- and under-maneuvering. If you can keep those shiny things, as you put it, from falling out, you will also feel just how controlled your body needs to feel while lifting your lower body to the bar.” He kissed her forehead gently, and she almost sagged against him, loving his clove and musk smell. “But it’s up to you. Only the toughest athlete, with the kind of attitude to tell press to fuck off and dye her hair crazy colors to piss off her parents, would be mentally strong enough to do this kind of training. It’s not going to be easy, and a quitter would never make it through.” He shrugged and reached to place the balls back into his bag.
“Just tell me what to do,” she growled so low she surprised herself.
His toothy grin and evil smirk preceded a low chuckle. Damn it, he knew how to play her, didn’t he? “Lie on your back on the high mat right there. I’ll help you this time.”
Nineteen-year-old gymnast Wren Montgomery was America’s golden girl, but then it all came crashing down. As far as the media is concerned, it was a devastating ankle injury which began her downward spiral, but in her heart Wren knows better. The truth is that things started going wrong the day her beloved coach Jonathan Reilly not only rejected her romantic advances, but actually spanked her bare bottom as if she were a silly little girl when she tried to hide her heartbreak behind an angry outburst.
Now at twenty-two, after one poor decision after another Wren has become the “bad girl” of the gymnastics world. Desperate to break out of her slump and with nowhere else to turn, she decides to accept help from the best coach she ever had… the same man who spurned and then spanked her years ago.
Jonathan watched Wren’s fall from grace, and he fell with her. He still blames himself for leaving the team—and more importantly, leaving her—and now that he has the chance to help his little rebel get back on track, he isn’t going to let it slip through his fingers. This time he’ll be there for her no matter what, both when she needs a loving embrace and when she needs a firm hand applied to her bare bottom. Most important of all, if she still wants him to be more than just her coach, this time he won’t let anything keep him from claiming what is his.
Publisher’s Note: Wren’s Redemption is an erotic romance novel that includes spankings, sexual scenes, elements of BDSM, and more. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.
About the Author:
Katherine Deane is a multi-published, top 100 romantic and BDSM author and romantic at heart.
She loves cheese, red wine, chocolate, and snuggling up with her daughters’ kittens while reading a good book.
When not reading, or writing, you can find her knitting, sewing, crafting, or doing pretty much anything to keep her hands busy. She has taken over the dining room AKA craft room, much to her husband’s dismay. In one of her books, an energetic “craftaholic” would find herself over her husband’s knee for losing an important document in a pile of bi-cone crystals and mod podge. Her real life, and the people in them, give her plenty of ideas to work with.
Katherine has dubbed herself the queen of cheese. Not only is she a former Midwestern Cheese Head; she also loves to incorporate it into her books.
In her opinion, all romance deserves at least one cheesy scene that makes you cry.
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Love the premise of this book Katherine, this sounds interesting and hot! Definitely on my list :) Thank you both :)ReplyDelete