Camp Daddy by Ava Sinclair

Camp Daddy from Ava Sinclair.

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My first thought when I hear the piercing blast is that the fire alarm has gone off. But when the noise doesn’t stop, I sit up, disoriented as I’m pulled from my foggy sleep. My temples are throbbing with hurt, and the bright sunlight that fills the room doesn’t help matters. The noise sounds again and I look up to see Zane standing in clothing I’ve not seen him wear in years. The olive green T-shirt is tight across his muscular chest, his camo pants fitted and stuffed into black combat boots. I drag my gaze up, unable to speak when I realize it’s not just his clothes that are different. The wheat-blonde hair that curled around his collar a day earlier is gone. He’s given himself a military haircut. High and tight.

What. The. Fuck.

“What the fuck!” I give voice to my thoughts. Zane has always enjoyed playing practical jokes. On our first April Fool’s Day as a married couple, he filled the front seat of my car with ping pong balls that rolled out when I opened the door. But today isn’t April Fool’s, and my husband doesn’t look like he’s joking.

“No profanity, Elana,” he says and I roll my eyes, which hurts.

“I’m not in the mood for jokes, Zane.” I roll over onto my stomach, planning to tell him later that if he’s going to go to such extremes for a prank, he needs to pick a morning when I’m not hungover.

I close my eyes, but what happens next is even more shocking than the whistle. The hard spank that lands on my ass hurts like hell, even through the blanket. I cry out in pain, fury and surprise displacing my alcohol-induced fatigue as I sit up and shift to one side, cradling my stinging bottom cheek with one hand.

I fix a furious gaze on my husband, who’s standing there holding a familiar object. I’m momentarily speechless.

“I thought I’d gotten rid of that,” I say, eyeing the paddle like it’s a living snake he’s holding. “I threw it out. Along with the other things.”

“You only thought you did.” His tone is hard, his gaze harder. “I found it all in the bin one day and brought it back in.”

He doesn’t give me a chance to reply. Instead, he steps aside. “Get up, Elana.”

I sit there dumbly, my ass cheek throbbing along with my aching head. I start to tell Zane he can go fuck himself when I hear it, the sound I know all too well. Cries. The steady slap of a man’s hand against a bare ass. In the room on the other side of the cabin, Shelby is getting spanked. But this doesn’t sound like a scene. This doesn’t sound like role play. The cries I hear are desperate and all too real.

Zane takes a step toward me. The handle of the paddle is gripped in his huge hand.

“Hear that?” he asks, although he knows I do. My eyes are riveted on the door. I can hear Shelby pleading, promising to do as she’s told.

“What is this?” I ask. My husband stands aside, his back straight as a poker. He points the paddle at the door. “Fall in.”

“Excuse me?”

“Fall in,” he repeats. “Or I’ll put you over my knee and blister your little ass.”

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Best friends Shelby and Elana have a lot in common. They’re both married to gorgeous ex-Marines. They both have high-stress jobs. And both their marriages are on the rocks.

When husbands Archer and Zane plan the annual couple’s weekend, the women expect another routine vacation. They couldn’t be more wrong. This year’s retreat has a theme: Camp Daddy.

From the moment they wake their wives with a whistle blast, Archer and Zane set about reminding Shelby and Alana what it feels like to trust their alpha men, both in and out of the bedroom. Disobedience won’t be tolerated, and hard, humiliating spankings are just a little of what’s in store as these Daddy Doms call the shots for a steamy, emotional weekend the wives won’t soon forget.

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Variety is the spice of life and Ava Sinclair writes a little something for everyone, from dark romance to menage to kinky AF age play. But the one thing that is consistent in her books are strong storylines, alpha males, and strong women whose hearts and bodies aren’t given up without a fight.

Ava lives in southern Virginia, where she enjoys hoarding books, hiking, running, spoiling her cats, and spending time with her Eurasian eagle owl, Lucius.


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