Greetings!
It’s Halloween at last, and I’m celebrating with a final Month of
Magic giveaway. Today I’m featuring my erotic romance Damned
If You Do, which has a really dramatic scene that takes place
on Halloween. You’ll find an excerpt below.
I
will give away two free ebook copies of this book to
randomly selected people who leave comments. (By the way, if you’re
an audiobook lover, see the links below.)
Blurb
Sometimes
romance can be hell
Wendy
Dennison is tired of being a starving author. The royalties from her
critically acclaimed romance novels barely pay her bills. Her devoted
agent Daniel Rochester may be smart and sexy, but he can't get her
the sales she needs. Then a charismatic stranger appears at her
coffee shop table, promising her fame and commercial success, as well
as the chance to live out her dreams of erotic submission. But at
what cost?
Nothing
you can't afford to lose, my dear.
Seduced
by the enigmatic Mister B, she signs his infernal contract. He
becomes both her Master and her coach, managing her suddenly
flourishing career as well as encouraging her lusts. Under her
mentor’s nefarious influence, she surrenders to temptation and has
sex with Daniel. The casual encounter turns serious when she
discovers her mild mannered agent has a dominant side. As the clock
ticks down to her blockbuster release and Mister B prepares to claim
her soul, Wendy must choose either celebrity and wealth, or obscurity
and true love.
Halloween
Excerpt (Rated R)
Buzzing
voices rose and fell around her, punctuated with occasional laughter.
The rest of the guests seemed a million miles away. “I’ve got to
get some air,” she said to nobody in particular. Swaying a bit,
from intoxication or maybe just weariness, she made her way to the
sliding doors that led to the balcony.
As
the insulated glass shut tight behind her, the voices died away. Up
here on the thirty-sixth floor, traffic noise wasn’t really audible
either. It was quiet as the proverbial grave. Wendy felt a vague
sense of relief.
A
humid breeze stirred her hair, carrying a faint tidal scent from the
harbor. The weather was unseasonably warm; even with bare arms she
wasn’t particularly uncomfortable. She leaned against the railing,
gazing out over the glittering skyscrapers of the greatest city on
earth. They looked close enough to touch.
She’d
finally arrived. She’d reached the pinnacle of success she’d
craved for so long. The book had sold a quarter of a million copies
on its very first day. One guest this evening had showed her a photo
he’d take earlier that day. The line outside Barnes and Noble
stretched around the block—all her fans waiting for the store to
open. In the next weeks and months, there’d be records broken,
movie deals, awards and franchises. Gwen Diamante would be a
household name.
It
was everything she’d fantasized about, and more.
So
why did she feel so empty?
I’m
just tired, she told herself. Too many appearances. Too many
photos. I’m a writer, not a rock star. I need to get home and get
back to work.
With
all her public relations responsibilities, she was behind schedule on
Utterly Owned. She needed a solid two weeks, without
distractions, to get back on track. She couldn’t afford to let up
the pressure.
Wendy
knew how the publishing business worked. Now that she’d proved her
value, Harbison Frost would push her harder. For the next book,
they’d expect half a million copies on Day 1. Her readers would
demand more, too.
All
at once, she felt so exhausted she could barely stand. Weak and sick,
she closed her eyes and leaned against the waist-high, brushed steel
rail that separated her from the abyss beyond.
“Gwen,
my dear! What are you doing out here?”
Mister
B didn’t come from inside. She would have heard the party noise as
he opened the door. He simply appeared beside her, as he had that
first day in the coffee shop.
He
wore a tuxedo with a purple brocade cummerbund, and shiny black shoes
with pointed toes. His tourmaline eyes gleamed in the semi-darkness.
When he strode closer to settle an arm around her shoulders, his
movements had a taut, ferocious energy, like the tread of a panther.
Despite her tiredness, arousal flickered through her, curling into a
glowing knot in her pelvis.
“Too
many people in there,” she replied, extricating herself from his
companionable embrace. “And I’ve drunk too much as well. I wish I
were at home, away from all this.”
“I’m
afraid I can’t grant you that wish, not tonight. We have business
to attend to—as I’m quite certain you recall.” His chuckle sent
a chill down her spine. “You wanted fame, my dear. This sort of
public performance is part of the price. However, I should think
you’d find some consolation in your bank balance.”
He
stepped behind her, slipped his arms around her waist, and pulled her
buttocks toward his lean hips. He was hard. He was always hard. Wendy
cursed her traitorous body as excitement flooded her pussy. She was
like Pavlov’s dog, salivating in response to a meaningless
stimulus.
He
rubbed his erection against her satin-sheathed buttocks. She
struggled not to squirm. Honestly, she didn’t want to encourage
him. But then, what she wanted hardly mattered.
“So
tonight…you’re going to take my soul?” she murmured as he
sucked and nipped at the tender skin of her neck, just above his
diamond-studded gift.
“Don’t
think about that part, my sweet. Focus on the pleasure.” One of
his hands crept up to cradle her breast. The other raised her skirt.
He hooked the elastic of her lacy panties and dragged them down to
bare her rear cheeks.
“No,
don’t…” She struggled in his clutches as he exposed her.
“Please, not here!” A finger slid down her rear crevice and
tickled her sphincter. “No—wait…!”
“I’m
going to consummate our agreement in the most appropriate manner, my
dear. With my cock splitting your tight ass.”
“No!”
Somehow she found the strength to wrench herself from his grip. She
backed away, into the corner where the rail made a right angle. “Get
away from me!”
Mister
B put his hands on his hips and shook his head, his expression one of
wounded disbelief. “I’m surprised at you. After all we’ve been
through together, you reject me? Do you really want to give it all
up? The adoring fans? The five star reviews? The fat advances and the
hefty royalties?”
“Um…no,
no, that’s not what I’m saying…” Panic swept through her. To
lose everything she’d worked for? Unthinkable. At the same time,
she couldn’t bear to have him touch her.
“Make
up your mind, Gwen.” With each step he took in her direction, he
seemed to grow taller. “It’s almost midnight.”
She
cowered against the balustrade as he came closer, her mind whirling
with contradictory desires. Alcohol, fear, and lust combined to
muddle her thoughts.
Now
he loomed over her, his teeth bared, his face a horrible, leering
mask. A whiff of sulfur burned her nostrils. “Don’t resist me,
woman. Give me your body. Give me your soul!”
He
reached for her with taloned fingers. She stumbled, tripped by the
panties he’d pulled halfway down her thighs, and fell against the
pane of glass that extended from the railing to the balcony floor.
Impossibly, the glass shattered into a million shards. All at once
she was teetering on the edge, her frantic grip on the cold steel the
only thing keeping her from an endless, deadly fall.
“Get
back!” she screamed. “If you touch me, I’ll jump!”
He
released a chilling laugh. A sudden, frigid wind whipped her hair
into her eyes and numbed her fingers. “That will work, too.
Suicides are automatically mine.”
“Leave
me alone! Please…”
“You
can send me away. All you have to do is say the words. But you won’t.
I know you won’t. Because in fact, Gwen, you’ve already
relinquished your soul.”
The
wind howled in her ears. She scarcely heard it. An awful quiet crept
over her. She realized, all at once, that he’d spoken the truth. In
her single-minded pursuit of fame, she’d willingly jettisoned her
friends and neglected her family. Blinded by the sparkle of wealth,
she’d bulldozed over everything and everyone that blocked her path.
She’d chosen commercial success over art, manipulation over
sincerity, shallow pleasure over love. She’d become, as Daniel had
accused, a cold bitch who cared about nothing but herself.
No
wonder she felt so empty.
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Narrated
by Audrey Lusk
Amazon:
https://www.amazon.com/Damned-If-You-Do/dp/B078NC1MGN/
Audible:
https://www.audible.com/pd/Erotica-Sexuality/Damned-If-You-Do-Audiobook/B078NC27YX/
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