Welcome
to this week’s MFRW Book Hooks blog hop!
Today
I’m sharing a wrenching bit from my BDSM paranormal erotic romance
Damned If You Do.
Enjoy!
By
the way, if you like your reading on the spicier side, you’ll be
happy to know that MFRW will soon launch monthly blog hop
dedicated to erotic stories. The first MFRW Steam hop will take place
on Tuesday September 23rd.
Stay tuned for more details!
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.
The
Hook
She
climbed into the empty back seat of the limo that awaited her outside
the salon. Quiet as a cloud, it whisked her back to her neighborhood.
Tomorrow
she’d fly to New York. She was booked on the “Breakfast in
America” talk show the following morning. The advance reader copies
of Cherished Chains would go out to reviewers the same day.
According
to Gretchen, pre-order sales had already broken the company’s
records.
The
limo deposited her in front of her little house and floated away. A
bit weary from the lengthy ordeal at the salon, Wendy almost tripped
over the figure sitting on her front steps.
“Dan!
What are you doing here?”
Her
agent looked rumpled and haggard. He didn’t even bother to stand,
though his eyes were hungry as he surveyed her.
“You
don’t answer my calls. You ignore my emails. I figured the only way
I could get through to you was to show up at your door.”
“Emails?
I haven’t heard from you in months! I figured you were mad at me…”
“Every
day, Wendy. I’ve sent you a message every single day. I’ve called
again and again. That damned personal assistant of yours
answers every time.” He rose to his feet finally, looking around
with a scowl. “Where is the bastard, anyway?”
“I—um—I’m
not sure. I think he’s doing some errands.” She rummaged in her
bag for her key. “Come inside. We’ll talk.”
“No.
You come with me.” He grabbed her sleeve, pulling her down the
walkway toward a gray Taurus with a Steelers Rent-a-Car decal parked
across the street. “You’ve got to get away from that guy. He’s
dangerous.”
“Dangerous?
What are you talking about? He’s been great for my career.”
Dan
grabbed her shoulders and shook her, hard. “Wake up, Wendy! He’s
got you under some kind of spell. You’ve become a totally different
person.”
She
tore herself free. “Yeah, I have. Instead of being a loser, I’m
finally a successful author.”
“You’ve
cut yourself off from everyone. I got an email from Jenna the other
day. You do remember Jenna, right? Your old friend Jenna Martin? She
was worried. Said she hadn’t been able to get in touch for weeks.”
Jenna.
How odd. Wendy hadn’t even thought about her, not since that
afternoon in the coffee shop when her crit partner sent the link
about Sapphire Sands. The afternoon Mister B had come into her life.
In the old days, they communicated nearly every day.
“I’ve
been busy. Busy writing.”
“Is
that all you’ve been doing? That slimy character Bent loves to
suggest you two have been involved in other activities…”
She
tried to take his arm. He shook her off. “Please, Dan, calm down.
I’m fine. I’ve finally found my writing groove. Everything is
going great.” She flashed him what she hoped was a charming smile.
“I’m going to be on the Breakfast in America show later this
week.”
“I
wondered why you were all gussied up.” His bitter tone made her
wince.
“You
should be happy for me. After all, I’m making plenty of money for
you, too!”
“Forget
about money for once. What about feelings?” He grabbed her with
both hands, pulled her close and held her tight against his body.
Under his woolen top coat, his cock was hard. “What about the
connection we shared?”
“So
that’s what this is really about!” She struggled unsuccessfully
to extricate herself from his embrace. Despite the awkwardness of the
situation, his strength gave her a little thrill “That was a
mistake, Dan. Nothing more. We were both drunk. We were just playing.
I was faking it.”
“There
was nothing fake about your surrender.” He bent, gathering her more
tightly to his chest, and pressed his lips to hers. His tongue probed
the seam of her closed mouth. She turned her head, trying to get
away. He followed her movements, maintaining contact, overwhelming
her resistance. Despite her efforts, he coaxed her open and took
control, stealing her breath, drinking deep, leaving her weak and
dizzy with lust.
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Narrated
by Audrey Lusk
I hope you'll visit the other authors participating in today's hop. It's a great way to find new books to read!
7 comments:
Oh no! I can't believe she signed the contract! Great cover!
She's got herself into a fine little predicament.
Tweeted.
Interesting bit here. Just what hold does this personal assistant have
Her dilemma, I suspect is what's going to make this a worthwhile literary treat. Charming excerpt, well done.
Ruh-roh, Shaggy!
I find myself really wondering about her assistant. It's almost as though he's the devil and she's sold her soul to him in exchange for success.
Ooooo! Promises to be a great Faust-like story. I want to know what she chooses! Your writing is always top-notch, Lisabet.
(Dee S. Knight)
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