Sunday, December 31, 2017

Sizzling Sunday: A new release for the new year #pnr #bdsm #audio

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New Year’s Eve and I have new release to share with you—the audio version of Damned If You Do. Wordwooze had taken my BDSM paranormal erotic romance and given it new life as an audio book, narrated by the amazing Audrey Lusk.

Here’s the 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.

And here’s a brand new excerpt, very hot. But believe me, it’s even hotter to listen to!

She couldn’t stand any more teasing. She craved the heat of his skin against hers. To be honest, she was also worried about her silk suit.

Topping from below, Pet?” he asked with a lascivious grin. She smiled back, recognizing the quote from last year’s novel, Twisted Temptation. “You know I’ll punish you for that.”

Sorry, Sir.”

I’ll make you really sorry, if you don’t behave.”

Yes, Sir.”

I’m going to release your wrists now. If you want to please me, don’t move.”

She did want to please him—almost as much as she wanted to feel that impressively solid cock of his plunge into her depths. She lay passive and motionless upon the bedspread as he sat up, straddling her, to unbutton her jacket and blouse. When he caught sight of her ripe flesh clasped in Mister B’s confection of black satin and lace, he let out a wolf whistle.

What a naughty girl you are!” He landed a stinging slap against the side of her right breast. “You really deserve a spanking.”

Ow!” Delicious heat spread out from the point of impact. The untouched left breast cried out for a symmetrical blow.

Instead, he snagged her swollen nipple between his thumb and forefinger and twisted hard, wringing a moan from her kiss-bruised lips. “That’s just a taste, girl. Stand up. Over there, near the window, with your back to me.”

Breathing hard, Wendy hastened to obey. The lights of Manhattan glittered on the other side of the glass as he lifted both jacket and blouse from her shoulders in a single move and tossed them onto a chair. “Now place your hands at the back of your head. Good.” He lowered the zipper at the back of her skirt, then pushed the garment down over her hips to her ankles.

Step out. That’s right.” He paused, close enough that she could feel his breath on her neck. His hands came around to knead her tits, while he rubbed his cock along the crease between her rear cheeks. “Matching panties, I see. Semi-transparent. And those thigh-high stockings! Tsk! I never realized you were such a slut!”

He peeled the satin away, baring her ass. “Of course, given the books you write, I should have known. You are a nasty slut, aren’t you?”

Delivered in a seductive murmur close to her ear, his words made her shudder with lust. She was a slut, with a filthy, perverse imagination she kept hidden even from her readers. Somehow, though, she couldn’t bring herself to admit it out loud.

Well?” With a deftness that amazed her, he flipped her breasts out of the flimsy bra, then pinched the nubs in unison. “Speak up!”

Oh God! The pain! And the pleasure. “Yes, Sir,” Wendy mumbled, overwhelmed by sensation and emotion.

Yes what?”

Yes—I’m—I’m a nasty slut. Sir.” Heat raged through her, fueled by shame and almost unbearable need. Juices overflowed her pussy and trickled down the insides of her thighs.

A slut who deserves to be spanked for her dirty thoughts. Right?”

Yes, Sir.”

Ask me to spank you, then. Tell me what you want.”

Another wave of arousal swept over her. She would have melted into a crumpled heap on the carpet had Daniel not been holding her hips.

What she really wanted was to be fucked. But she’d take a spanking if that was what he required.

Please, Sir. Spank me. Punish me for being a dirty girl.”

In another mood, she might have laughed at such cheesy dialogue. At the moment, she meant every word.

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