This investigation is more dangerous than either of them realize.
In this sequel to The Girl Who Cried Wolf, Brynn Foster decides to stick her nose into the
murder case her boyfriend, San Francisco Police Inspector Dylan Sinclair is investigating.
Dylan shouldn’t be surprised. Brynn is always getting into trouble for doing things she
shouldn’t. Whether it’s for inviting Dylan’s sister and her boyfriend over to dinner without
telling him, or for painting the living room a color she knows he won’t like, she does what
she wants, even if she ends up over his knee for a sound spanking.
But this investigation is more dangerous than redecorating their apartment. A man is
dead, and if she isn’t careful, a spanking is going to be the least of her troubles.
Excerpt © Paige Tyler, 2013
By the time Kat and Reese left, Brynn was congratulating herself on how well the evening had gone. Not only were Dylan and his sister
back on good terms, but the cold war between the two men was finally over. She didn’t know what had transpired while she and Kat had
been in the kitchen getting dessert, and she didn’t care. As far as she was concerned, it was all good.
But when she closed the door behind the other couple and turned to face her boyfriend, Dylan was standing there with his arms folded
across his broad chest and a scowl on his handsome face. He wasn’t seriously going to be mad at her for inviting Kat and Reese over, was
Brynn sighed. “I know what you’re going to say.”
He arched a brow. “Really?”
“Yes. You’re going to say I shouldn’t have invited Kat and Reese over for dinner without telling you first.”
“A little heads-up would have been nice.”
“I know. And I’m sorry.” She sidled over to loop her arms around his neck. When he didn’t wrap his around her, she gave him a pout.
“Honey, if I told you I wanted to invite them to dinner, you would have said no.”
“You’re right. I probably would have. But you still should have asked me.”
She caught her bottom lip between her teeth and gave him a contrite look. “I said I was sorry.”
His green eyes deepened in color, becoming more emerald. “And I forgive you. But I’m still going to make sure you don’t pull a stunt like
Pull a stunt like that again? What was she, twelve? Brynn laughed. “And how exactly are you going to do that?”
His mouth quirked. “I’m going to spank you.”
Brynn’s eyes went wide. Was he for real?
She opened her mouth to ask, but Dylan had already sat down on the couch and was guiding her over his knee. She placed her hands on
the carpeted floor to get her balance, but she needn’t have worried. Dylan’s strong hand on her back kept her from going anywhere,
including pushing herself up from his lap.
She craned her neck to look over her shoulder at him. “Honey, seriously?”
“Seriously. A good spanking will make you think twice before you do something like this again.”
Brynn blinked. Dylan had spanked her a lot of times, but it had always been sexual. He’d never done it to punish her. That was completely
different, and she wasn’t sure what she thought of it. Before she could protest, her boyfriend brought his hand down on her upturned ass
with a resounding smack.