Wednesday, June 10, 2020

Nothing fake about your surrender - #MFRWHooks #EroticRomance #PNR

Damned If You Do cover
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




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7 comments:

McKenna Dean said...

Oh no! I can't believe she signed the contract! Great cover!

Daryl Devoré said...

She's got herself into a fine little predicament.
Tweeted.

Janet Lane Walters said...

Interesting bit here. Just what hold does this personal assistant have

AuthorSuite Blog said...

Her dilemma, I suspect is what's going to make this a worthwhile literary treat. Charming excerpt, well done.

Lyndell Williams said...

Ruh-roh, Shaggy!

Ed Hoornaert said...

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.

Unknown said...

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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