Sunday, April 23, 2017

Celebrate Books! (#LoveToRead #giveaway #bdsm)


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Happy World Book Day!

I’m not kidding. The United Nations has designated the 23rd of April as World Book and Copyright Day—a special day to honor authors and readers and to spread the joys of literacy around the world.

For more information, just go here: http://www.un.org/en/events/bookday/

Of course, for us authors every day is book day.

Right now, I’m counting down to the release (next Friday!) of my new kinky erotic romance Damned If You Do. I’ll be running a bunch of events, including a release blitz with lots of prizes. Stay tuned for details!

To whet your appetite, here’s a sexy bit from the book.

And, to get you in the mood for the blitz, I’ll do a giveaway today. Leave me a comment with your email letting me know how you plan to celebrate World Book Day. I’ll randomly choose one person to receive a copy of my BDSM suspense novella, Bangkok Noir.



Come here, Gwen.”

His order broke through her paralysis. In a matter of seconds she stood before him, legs spread, head bowed and hands clasped at the small of her back. She’d described this posture of submission so many times that it felt completely natural to assume it now. She couldn’t meet his brilliant amber eyes, but she felt his gaze playing over her body like a laser beam—breasts, belly, hips, pubes, all seared by that fierce, knowing stare. Her nipples felt huge, hot, a bit bruised from his earlier attentions. Her zipper hung open, a lewd invitation, while her clit tingled and throbbed, trapped in the tight, wet confines of her trousers. Her breath came fast and shallow. She’d never been so excited in her life.

Absolutely lovely.” He released another lascivious chuckle. “I’m really going to enjoy this. But I suppose we must go through the formalities, right?” His voice took on a scary edge. “Gwen Diamante, do you yield to me? Do you consent to be my sexual slave?”

She almost came, just from the question.

Yes,” she whispered, her chest tight with emotion. It was actually happening, the scene she’d imagined so many times. It was real.

You agree to obey my orders in every particular? To let me use your body however I wish, provided I do you no permanent harm?”

Yes—yes, Sir.”

And you agree that I can punish you when you fail to satisfy me—or when it pleases me to do so?”

Punish. Oh, God! The very word melted her. Would he whip her? Cane her? Images of the varied modes of discipline she’d explored in her books flashed through her mind. The possibilities made her dizzy.

Well, Gwen? Do you consent?”

Oh, um, sorry. I consent—I think. But…” Sudden doubt flared as rationality momentarily vanquished lust.

But what? What is it, my dear?”

She ventured a glance at his face. He wore an expression of kindness. Was it genuine, or simply a mask?

I don’t know you at all. How do I know I can trust you?”

A gentle smile lit his aristocratic features. “Ah, my skeptical little slave! Do you need another demonstration of my power? Shall we make your submission conditional, too? Don’t you want this?”

I’m sorry, Sir. I do. You know I do. I’m just frightened.”

I understand, Gwen. You’ll have a safe word, for tonight at least. If you want me to stop what I’m doing, at any time, just say ‘angel’. All right?”

Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir.” Her arousal reasserted itself as he rose and stepped toward her, stopping only inches away. He seemed taller somehow as he loomed over her, his eyes filled with golden fire. Heat radiated from his compact form. She felt herself melting, losing all definition, all sense of who she was. He brushed a lock of hair off her forehead then trailed his fingers along her throat, down to her cleavage. She thought for a moment that he’d kiss her. A wild need to taste him drove everything else from her thoughts.

Instead, he retreated back toward the armchair, where he removed and neatly folded his suit jacket. Next he unbuckled his belt and slipped it out of the loops on his trousers. He stroked the strip of leather back and forth across his palm.

A queasy thrill tightened Wendy’s belly.

Now, I want you to strip. Then kneel, there on the cushion, with your head down, your thighs spread and your ass in the air.”

She was on her knees in thirty seconds.


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5 comments:

Colleen C. said...

Happy World Book Day!!! Definitely enjoying a book today! :)

Lori R. said...

I'm actually spending the day reading my emails (I'm so behind)!
lringel(at)comcast(dot)net

bn100 said...

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Jamilla Lucas said...

So far so good. Great job :)

Jamilla Lucas said...

So far so good. Great job :)

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