He hates reporters. So why is he drawn to the saucy journalist who keeps interfering
with his investigation?

Detective Hayden Tanner hates reporters, especially when they interfere with a police
investigation. So why is he so drawn to saucy reporter Samantha Halliwell when she does
nothing but interfere with his current investigation of a college student's murder? And why does
Samantha continue to provoke him when he's already made good on his promise and put her
over his knee her for getting in his way? Perhaps because despite her dislike for authority
figures, she finds the handsome detective's willingness to take her in hand surprisingly sexy.
But despite his repeated warnings and over the knee spankings, Samantha continues to
investigate the murder heedless of the danger, putting not only her future with Hayden in
jeopardy but her very life as the killer closes in on her.
Excerpt                                                                                                                                                                                © Paige Tyler, 2007

Once at her apartment, Samantha thought Hayden would consider his good deed done and leave, but he surprised her by walking her to
her door.  Unlocking it, she pushed it open before turning back to him.

“Thank you, Detective,” she said.  “I think I can take it from here.”

His mouth tightened.  “We’re not finished.”

She lifted a brow.  “I can’t think of what else we have to discuss.”

“I can,” was all he said.

She sighed in exasperation.  “Fine.  Come in, then.”

Walking into the living room, she tossed her handbag onto the throw-covered couch before making her way into the adjoining kitchen.  
Hayden followed.

“I won’t bother to offer you anything since you won’t be staying,” she said as she opened the fridge and took out a bottle of water.

“What you did at that bar was beyond stupid, Samantha.”  Hayden’s mouth tightened.  “If I hadn’t come looking for you...”

“I would have managed,” she told him hotly.

He lifted a brow.  “Really?  Just what would you have done?”

That caught her off guard.  “I...I don’t know.  But I would have thought of something.”  She set the bottle of water down on the counter.  
“Now, if you don’t mind...”

She started past him, but Hayden caught her arm.  “I’m not finished.”

Before Samantha knew what he was doing, Hayden was seated on one of the kitchen chairs with her over his knee.

For a moment, she was too stunned to do more than just lay there, then realization of what he was about to do set in, and she struggled.  
To keep her still, he clamped one arm over her waist, holding her firmly in place while he rested his free hand on her upturned bottom.  
Even through the material of her skirt, she could feel the heat from his skin.

“What are you doing?” she demanded, craning her neck to see over her shoulder.

“Making sure that you don’t pull a stunt like that again.”

“But you can’t...oh!” she let out a gasp of surprise as her smacked her bottom.  She couldn’t believe it – he was actually spanking her!
© 2012 Paige Tyler