Book #2 in the Cass Chronicles
You had no idea Alaska could be this hot.
Cass Nelson has gotten used to blizzards, wolves and being an outsider in Slicktrench Alaska. While she couldn't be happier in her marriage to Killian, the arrival of a surprise package is a potent reminder that her marriage isn't like the relationships her friends all have. She might not understand this whole being a submissive wife business, but she does understand that she can't imagine living a life without the man she adores even if he lights up her bottom on a regular basis.
Busy with helping to run the lodge and posting on her very popular CassCooks blog, her life tips upside down with having to deal with Killian's brother who is marrying a woman that nobody likes and an IRS auditor nosing around the lodge. Just when Cass has decided that the best way to insure a happy marriage is to totally give up her own dreams, she is offered her own TV show. Her decision to not share this information with her husband will cause all sorts of different kinds of reverberations.
Will wedding bells ring and is that howling coming from the wolves outside or the wife inside when her husband discovers that his precious wife is holding back her own secrets?
There was a photo album her mother had sent. Cass’s mother had been a serious scrapbooker all of Cass’s life and the digital revolution had hit her hard. She just could not give up her deckle edged scissors, so her children still received fussily decorated scrapbooks several times a year. She set the stack of bills aside and turned her attention to the other package. It had been shipped to a C Nelson c/o a post office box. Cass wasn’t aware of having a PO box. Maybe it just automatically happened when you moved here, she thought. She used a spare key that was deep in the recesses of her bag to slit open the paper tape. Digging through the packing peanuts she spied something that was bright blue. She reached in and to her amazement was pulling a small bright blue paddle out of the box when the passenger door swung open.
She stuffed the vividly colored contraband back into the box with such force that she broke though the bottom of the parcel. She had unleashed a torrent of static ridden packing peanuts that suddenly seemed to fill up the jeep.
“What’s in the box?” queried her mother in law. Cass tossed the box over her shoulder. It arced, leaking like a rocket shedding jet fuel , into the back seat. Cassandra spat out a packing peanut. As per usual when she was caught off guard she began to babble. ”Mom sent me a scrapbook you can’t see it now. I’ll show you later, but I’ll definitely show you later. Nothing to hide.” She cackled like a lunatic of criminal intent. “Or maybe the cake pans were in here. I’m not sure. Something was in there. But it really doesn’t matter. We have to get home right now!” Hazel was deep in her own thoughts and barely seemed to notice the bizarre behavior of her daughter in law.
Cass was unsure how she would distract her mother in law long enough to smuggle into the lodge the S&M contraband that she had apparently been too drunk to know she was having delivered to the PO box that she didn’t know that she had. She needn’t have worried. Hazel said,”Oh I forgot to put clean towels in cabin 2 I’ll unload the jeep later” and nearly threw herself out of the still moving jeep as soon as they were through the open gates of the lodge.
I live in the American midwest with my family. I write romances that are funny (well, I try). I love the inner conflict of a smart, modern, independent woman who longs to submit to that one special man.