{"id":6626,"date":"2017-01-11T01:05:46","date_gmt":"2017-01-11T05:05:46","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/kate-hill.com\/blog\/?p=6626"},"modified":"2017-01-24T22:43:08","modified_gmt":"2017-01-25T02:43:08","slug":"guest-blogger-kryssie-fortune-sex-scandal-and-the-sheriff","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/kate-hill.com\/blog\/?p=6626","title":{"rendered":"Guest Blogger: Kryssie Fortune – Sex, Scandal, and the Sheriff"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"kfsexscandalandthesheriff\"Sex, Scandal, and the Sheriff<\/strong><\/p>\n

Heroes of Westhorpe Ridge is a linked series of three stand-alone novella. Readers met Sean Mathews in Murder, Mobsters, and the Marine. He\u2019s former SEAL who retired when a bullet in his thigh cost him his speed in the water.\u00a0 Now he\u2019s the sheriff of Westhorpe Ridge.<\/p>\n

While he doesn\u2019t play in his own backyard, he enjoys spanking his women. On a visit to Washington DC he assumes his brother\u2019s identity to attend a high-class society soiree. The evening turns into a drug fuelled orgy.<\/p>\n

Jazz Stewart didn\u2019t know her flatmate was grooming her to betray her country. She attends a soiree, and falls for Sean. There\u2019s BDSM, spanking, and hot sex \u2013 and that\u2019s only the first chapter.<\/p>\n

The book unfolds into a tangle of mistaken identities, spies, and kidnapping. Sean believes Jazz is the spy her flatmate wants her to be, the spies believe Sean is Ethan, his scientific genius half-brother, and Jazz believes Sean is Ethan.<\/p>\n

Will Sean and Jazz work out the truth before the spies kidnap Jazz as leverage to blackmail Sean?<\/p>\n

Blurb<\/p>\n

Jasmine Stewart (Jazz to her friends) falls for the blond stranger when he spanks and seduces her at a Washington soiree. Later, when she discovers her flatmate is trying to draw her into a spy ring, she goes to the authorities. The ensuing publicity costs her her job, her security, and her future. Starting over in Westhorpe Ridge is her only option.<\/p>\n

Sean Mathews, former SEAL and Westhorpe Ridge\u2019s sheriff, can\u2019t forget the woman he spanked when he visited Washington, but he thinks she\u2019s a spy. When she turns up in Westhorpe Ridge, he tries everything to make her leave town. Despite their misunderstandings, though, they can\u2019t keep their hands off each other.<\/p>\n

As Year\u2019s Eve looms, the spy ring resurfaces. Jazz will need all of Sean\u2019s SEAL prowess to survive. But because his wounded leg cost him his speed in the water, will it be enough?<\/p>\n

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Once Jazz had fulfilled her obligations to\u00a0Star Magazine<\/em>\u00a0and banked their check, she tidied the odds and ends of her life. Finally, three days before Christmas, she loaded her life into her five-year-old car. Her last night in the apartment passed in a blur, and three hours before dawn, she set out to build a new future in the small North Carolina coastal town of Westhorpe Ridge.<\/p>\n

\u201cNew start. New life. New ambitions,\u201d she told herself as she drove away from her dream of being a teacher.<\/p>\n

By the time the winter sun crept over the horizon, she\u2019d passed the halfway point between Washington and Westhorpe Ridge. She made good time, but fifteen minutes from her destination, the car handling changed. Praying nothing expensive had happened to her trusty vehicle, she pulled over to take a look. She got out the car, walked around to the rear passenger side, and sighed when she realized the tire had blown out.\u00a0Damn, my spare\u2019s in the trunk, beneath my suitcases and bedding.<\/em>\u00a0Shaking her head, she heaved her first suitcase onto the grass verge. It hadn\u2019t felt so heavy when she\u2019d packed it.<\/p>\n

A police car pulled up. \u201cSheriff Mathews, ma\u2019am. Can I be of assistance?\u201d<\/p>\n

His voice flowed over her like molasses, rich, thick, and so sweet she wanted to taste its owner. Instead, she panted slightly but kept moving. \u201cI\u2019ve had a blowout, but my spare tire\u2019s under all my stuff. Don\u2019t worry. I can manage, thank you.\u201d<\/p>\n

When she turned back to the car, Jazz\u2019s eyes widened. The man in the uniform looked enormous, blond, and way too familiar.\u00a0Handsome<\/em>\u00a0didn\u2019t come close. In his long-sleeved fawn shirt and standard-issue brown trousers, he looked like a sex god come to earth.\u00a0And are those handcuffs dangling from his belt? I can find a way to put them to good use.<\/em><\/p>\n

Given their history, drooling over him felt wrong. Despite what the doctors had told her, traces of the spies\u2019 lust drug must still linger in her system. Her heart beat faster and her pussy grew damp. Even breathing seemed hard around him. \u201cEthan Mathews? I thought you were a scientist involved in some hush-hush stuff, not a sheriff. Why are you in Westhorpe Ridge? I thought you were some high-flying scientist. And isn\u2019t impersonating a police officer a criminal offense? Shit, you\u2019re driving a real police car. Are you really a sheriff?\u201d<\/p>\n

He did a double take, glowered right back at her. \u201cJazz Stewart? What the hell are you doing here? Have you jumped bail? Keep your hands where I can see them while I radio in and run a check on you.\u201d<\/p>\n

Jazz shivered despite the winter sunshine. Everyone except the CIA had made her out to be the bad guy, her former employer included. The damn sheriff was treating her like a criminal, but he\u2019d been at that damn party too. Judging by the way he\u2019d climbing on his high horse, he probably believed everything he\u2019d read about her in the papers. Out of everyone she knew, she\u2019d wanted the man she\u2019d been dreaming about since the soiree to be on her side.\u00a0He\u2019s even sexier than I remembered, but what\u2019s with this running a check on me? Surely he knows the truth by now.<\/em>\u00a0She hated the way he smirked at her, but she couldn\u2019t resist taunting him. \u201cSo, Sheriff, spanked any other females lately?\u201d<\/p>\n

SEAN MATHEWS STARED at the woman he\u2019d been fantasizing over since he\u2019d arrived home in Westhorpe Ridge. In her worn jeans and figure-hugging T-shirt, she tempted him like a modern-day Mata Hari. After the dreadful soiree, he\u2019d never expected to see her again.<\/p>\n

It had taken a long, unpleasant interview with the CIA to convince them he\u2019d only been hungry when he posed as his brother, Ethan. It hadn\u2019t helped that the CIA kept tabs on his brother because he headed up a top-secret research team. Once Sean convinced them he hadn\u2019t had an ulterior motive for turning up at the soiree, they\u2019d warned him not to impersonate his brother again and let him go.<\/p>\n

Coming home had never felt so good, except every time he closed his eyes, memories of Jazz\u2019s honey-hued hair and aquamarine eyes invaded his dreams. He\u2019d do anything to get Jazz Stewart out of his head, but he wished he\u2019d stripped her slowly and seduced her. Spanking her had been as necessary as breathing. So had screwing her afterward, but later he\u2019d learned about the spies using the soiree to collect state secrets. Last time they\u2019d met, he\u2019d brought her to orgasm. Now she stood beside her blown-out tire and taunted him.<\/p>\n

His radio crackled, and his deputy told him Jazz Stewart was clean. There were no warrants out for her arrest, and she\u2019d never so much as had a parking fine. He felt like an idiot for second-guessing the CIA, but she was the last woman he\u2019d expected to see in North Carolina. And why was she heading toward his hometown of Westhorpe Ridge? His heart had leaped when he saw her, but his gut told him not to trust her.<\/p>\n

Back at the soiree, the way she\u2019d gathered up her clothes and run had left him eager to see her again. Women usually clung on until he called a halt to any relationship between them. If he could go back and change the way things had ended, he would, but he\u2019d still have talked to Jazz at the soiree.<\/p>\n

In hindsight, he should stay away from her, but she\u2019d drawn him like a magnet, or maybe a Venus flytrap. His common sense told him to keep his distance, but he\u2019d always been a sucker for forbidden fruit. When she\u2019d stormed off to find her roommate, she\u2019d certainly brought him back to earth with a bang. If he\u2019d really been Ethan, he\u2019d have let her seduce him and loved every minute of it. His brother had trouble getting dates, what with his top-secret schedule and the way his mind worked ten times faster than everyone else\u2019s.<\/p>\n

Sean hated the way Jazz had feigned unease as a ruse to pull him into her web. As a former SEAL, he should have seen through her act, but he\u2019d fallen under the spell of a woman who he still suspected had plotted against his country. At least he hadn\u2019t known anything classified to tell her.<\/p>\n

Getting back into his sheriff\u2019s uniform had grounded him and helped him suppress his longings for a woman he thought he never wanted to see again\u2014except in his fantasies, of course.<\/p>\n

He pictured her, hands on the car roof, legs spread. His hand trembled as he ran it over his mouth. In his imagination, he lifted her skirt, spread her legs wider, and fingered her clit, or better yet, ran his tongue across. He hoped she tasted as sweet as she looked. Once she\u2019d come, he\u2019d thumb her nipples and kiss the back of her neck until she begged him to fuck her. Damn, he needed to stop thinking about her like that and concentrate on the here and now.<\/p>\n

So much for my unflappable professional persona.<\/em>\u00a0He hated the way she made his cock stand to attention. He wanted nothing to do with a traitor like her, but giving her ass another spanking sounded better by the minute.<\/p>\n

He fell back and heaved a second suitcase from the trunk. Handcuffing her and doing a body search tempted him so much his balls ached. While he\u2019d never abuse his authority that way, he would stay cold and impersonal if it killed him. \u201cAll clear, ma\u2019am. Do you need any help with the tire, ma\u2019am?\u201d<\/p>\n

She gave him a look guaranteed to freeze his blood and sat on the banking beside her cases, doing her best impression of a pampered southern belle. Fanning herself with a piece of paper, she sighed. \u201cAll that effort and stress has left me quite weak. I\u2019ll sit here and recover while my hero changes my tire.\u201d<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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