#ETBB2017 Attending Author Alyssa Bailey
Blog/web page: http://alyssabailey.com/
Blushing Books: http://goo.gl/nGfLPA
About Alyssa Bailey...
Alyssa Bailey is a dyed in the wool Texan living in the beauty of Southeast Alaska with her husband, her youngest four (of eleven) children, two dogs and two cats. She lives where the sky meets the mountains, the mountains meet the ocean, and the wildlife frolic on land, sea, and air. People, the ultimate interlopers, are wedged in where allowed and are properly thankful for the privilege.
Her first memory of books was when her mother read to her as a small child. She began writing as soon as she could put letters together to form words. Her first story at the age of six was about a performing horse that ran away from the circus. As she got older and read more of a variety of books, she would say, “I can do better than that” and
then rewrite them in her head. She was writing fanfiction before fanfiction was a ‘thing.'
In high school and college, she won journalism and special recognition for her academic and fictional writing. Alyssa is a firm believer in all things spanking. She loves writing about domestic discipline and power exchanges between strong, intelligent women who are not afraid to make a stand and men confident enough to give them their space but Alpha enough to keep his woman safe, in spite of herself. Her characters predominately live in Regency England amongst lords and ladies, in the contemporary realm amongst men and women of the world, and all things Cowboy.
Contact her, she loves to chat, and as always, have a Spankolicious day!
Chase Abbey Series:
Lord Barrington’s Minx (book 1)
Becoming Lady Barrington (book 2)
Lady Caroline’s Defiance (book 3)
The O’Connor Series:
Liam & Jocelyn’s Story
Her Sweet Complication (Book 1)
Liam’s Lessons (Book 2)
Loving Liam (Book 3)
Ciarán and Katherine’s Story
His Gentle Persuasion (Book 1)
Rancher’s Creed (Book 2)
Katie Consents (Book 3)
Quinlan and Cheyenne’s Story
Quinlan’s Quest (Book1)
Accepting His Way (Book 2)
A Balancing Act (Fall 2016)
“How many drinks?”
“I was not over the limit because I checked with their little portable breathalyzer before we left the club,” she responded smugly. “I didn’t want you to think I didn’t listen to you. I know the limit.”
“That’s nice but not my question.”
He was using the voice. It was the darkly quiet, a force to be reckoned with a voice that she loved to hate. Cheyenne shivered in response just thinking about his so damn sexy voice. She felt the irrational gush as her libido went into immediate overdrive. Again. Quinn leaned into Cheyenne’s space, his breath tickling her ear and his words sending waves of thrilling heat and trepidation through her body.
As his rumbling voice broke the surface, he advised, “I would tread carefully, Piscín, you do not want to feel the leather leaving my mark on you tonight. Truth and attitude will determine the way of this, so tread very carefully.”
Cheyenne quickly glanced at Katie who seemed a little stunned at the dom that was Quinlan O’Connor. She couldn’t let her embarrassment get in her way now. She was not wrong.
He stepped back slightly to repeat his question “I asked you, how. Many. Drinks?”
“Two, all right, just two lousy drinks. Really, they were not much. I learned my lesson the last time, Quinlan.”
Her memory quickly went into play about the time she was riding home with someone who had drank too much at a bachelorette party. It had been the worst spanking of her life by a frightened Quinn.
Quinn sighed and asked, “Did you have dinner first or at the same time?”
Both women shook their heads. Quinn sighed again, this time with resignation. Cheyenne knew what that meant. She looked down at her hands as she nervously twisted them. Quinn caged her chin with his thumb and pointer finger, looking intensely into her eyes for a moment before he spoke, his eyes never leaving hers. Katherine might as well not have been in the room at all.
Katie shivered in the presence of Quinn’s suppressed angry. “You’re like a dom on steroids,” she whispered as she took a step towards the door.
Quinn graced her with a surprised look, shook his head, and sucked in a deep breath, holding it before releasing it. His body visibly relaxed some, and he spoke with less intensity. “So, you had drinks on an empty stomach and believed that if you blew under the limit, it would be appropriate to drive. Right?”
“Right.” Maybe, I mean, sure, that’s right, isn’t it? Another drink might help.