Super Daddies!

I was incredibly honored to take part in Super Daddies. The idea started with a group of us messing around on a FB post and ended up as an Amazon #1 New Release and a #2 Comedy Ranking!

Super Daddies includes seven books in one amazing anthology. My book, “Daddy’s Justice” is a play on Norse Mythology.

When Loki and his dark forces ascend on Midgard, my team is dispatched. The mission: Track down the valkyrie demi-god, Morrigan, and protect her, no matter the cost. The problem: Morrigan has no idea what she is, she doesn’t cooperate, and I, the God of Justice, am not accustomed to disobedience. Also, falling in love wasn’t part of the assignment. Loki is unstoppable; he’ll kill her if he can, but from the moment she calls me Daddy, everything changes. Now, to get to her, he’ll have to go through me… Fat chance.

Here is an excerpt:

Morrigan has never felt pain before. Not ever. That was until Forseti, the Norse God of Justice, spanked her.He smacked my ass over and over again, and for the first time in my life, I wished I couldn’t feel the pain. Why now? Why did my pain sensors suddenly have to work?His hand cracked over and over on my butt, from the bottom of my lower back down the underside curve. He left no spot uncovered. When he paused, I was sure he was finally done. Taking a deep breath to steady myself, I steeled myself so that I wouldn’t cry.Forseti lifted his knee, shifting me upwards and began to attack the crest between my butt and my thighs. I keened at the new sensation of pain, even more intense than what had built on my cheeks and threw my hands back to protect myself. He captured them in the hand resting on the small of my back and held them there.“You don’t block the Hand of Justice from delivering its punishment.” The disapproval was clear in his tone. I now questioned every single character in my books. I had longed for a relationship like they had, to be over a lap receiving a disciplinary spanking for being naughty. Now I knew I had romanticized the pain. It hurt a lot more than I had ever imagined it would… and there was nothing I could do to stop it.For the first time in my life, I wasn’t in control. I couldn’t move off his lap, I couldn’t put my now trapped hands back to protect myself. All I could do was lie there and feel. I felt helpless as the swats continued to come down. He moved just a bit to the top of my thighs, and I lost the fight; the dam broke. Tears spilled over my cheeks, and I sobbed. His hand continued to blister my thighs. That’s when it happened. The words came rushing out, like my tears, unexpected and uncontrolled.“Please, Daddy. Stop!”


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