Monday, October 11, 2021

They're natural enemies - #HistoricalRomance #Giveaway #MFRWsteam

Power and Persuasion cover

Welcome to this month’s MFRW Steam Hop! If you’re looking for sizzling, spicy romance, you’ve come to the right place. The authors participating in the hop want to entice you, excite you, leave you gasping and panting for more...

Today I have an exclusive excerpt from my new BDSM erotic romance Power and Persuasion. It’s available for pre-order now at all your favorite stores. Release date is Friday the 15th. If you leave me a comment on this post, however, you could win a copy even before it hits the shelves!


She’s his natural enemy – and the only woman who can satisfy his perverse sexual needs.

Andrew MacIntyre, heir to a vast empire of railroads, mines and mills, is by far the most eligible bachelor among the society folk summering in Newport, Rhode Island. His mother has filled their opulent mansion with the daughters of bankers and industrialists, but Andrew knows none of these callow young women would ever consent to being bound and beaten, to serving and obeying him the way he craves. His money gives him the freedom to purchase anything except his heart's desire: a submissive partner to share his life.

Labor activist Olivia Alcott is dedicated to helping the exploited factory workers responsible for Andrew’s wealth. The strike she organizes triggers a confrontation between her and the handsome billionaire. Although their disparate backgrounds and values make them natural foes, something stronger draws them to one another: his need to command and hers to surrender.

Note: This book was previously published by Totally Bound under the title Challenge to Him. It has been revised, expanded by two chapters, and re-edited for this release.

Exclusive Excerpt

Her inadvertent vocalization made Andrew pause. “Olivia, are you all right?” His fingertips brushed across her welts, waking new pangs that sizzled straight to her sex. She arched backwards, seeking greater contact, and was rewarded by the warmth of his palms, massaging and soothing her battered flesh.

I’m fine, sir.” The confidence and certainty she heard in her own voice amazed her. “You may continue with my punishment.”

No, no—I don’t want to damage you.” His hands wandered along the curve of her hips to her waist, then up along her sides to the splayed swell of her breasts, flattened against the mattress. Everywhere he touched, he kindled shivers of delight. He had to lean over her to reach that sensitive spot and the wool of his trousers stung her abraded skin. Awkward, constrained by her bonds, she rubbed against the hard bulk prodding her buttocks. His sigh of pleasure only added to the heat building between her thighs. More of his weight settled upon her back. If only he were naked!

Miss Alcott, I’d love to thrash your delectable ass until it’s twice as red as it is now. But it’s too much—much too much for the first time.”

I deserve it, sir—ah!” He had wormed his hand beneath her body to capture her swollen nipple in the pincer of his fingers. “Oh!” He ran his tongue down her spine to leave a wet, tingling trail. “And—ah—oh, sir!” He’d pulled back far enough to slide a finger into her soaked depths. Although he kept well away from her clit, the stimulation still had her teetering on the edge of climax. “I—oh!—I can handle it, sir. It’s not my first time.”

The admission tumbled out before she could stop herself.

What? What do you mean?” His growl suggested anger, but his fingers continued their slippery dance among her folds. She fought the waves of release threatening to engulf her, struggling for clarity and control. Men were so possessive. How could she explain that Dmitri was long gone, that now, tonight, she belonged solely to Andrew?

In Paris—I had a lover, a master—oh, please, don’t stop…”

He’d pulled his hand abruptly out of her weeping pussy. The sense of loss was devastating.

I’ll do what I want. Go on, slut, tell me more.”

She squirmed against the ropes that kept her from touching him. Their welcome bite helped her to focus.

He was a poet. Russian. He knew—knew me in a way I’d never experienced. I didn’t understand at the beginning, but he showed me. Taught me.”

I knew it, damn it all! I felt it, the first time I saw you.” Tears welled in her eyes at his harsh tone. “Did he whip you, this master of yours?”

Yes, sir.”

Cane you?”

Yes, sir.”

Torture your nipples? Gag and blind you? Suspend you from the ceiling? Stuff his fist into your anus? Mark you with his blade?”

Shame flooded through her at this litany of sins. Even Andrew MacIntyre was appalled by her secret desires.

He grabbed her rear cheeks and pulled them apart, as if to inspect her most private parts. Her juices painted the insides of her thighs, clear evidence of her perverse excitement. His nails dug into the welts he’d inflicted. Sweet torment winged through her helpless body.

Speak up, slave. I want an answer. Which of these obscene things did your so-called master do to you?”

Olivia fought a paralyzing sense of humiliation, unable to reply. “All of them, sir,” she whispered finally, terrified of his reaction but compelled by the force of his will. “All of them, and more.”

Andrew abruptly released his hold on her, backing away so that she could no longer sense his heat. Was he leaving, abandoning her in this compromising and uncomfortable position? Had he gone for his knife, to cut her free and dismiss her? She craned her neck, but he was out of her line of sight. She heard quiet rustling as he moved about the enormous room. Was he retrieving an even more painful instrument with which to punish her?

Sir?” she ventured, well aware that slaves were not supposed to speak unless specifically instructed to do so. The quaver in her voice revealed her desperate need. She didn’t care. “Please, sir… I’m sorry…” There was no answer.

Her heart spiraled down into a pit of gloom. A vision of her future stretched before her, bleak, sterile and unsatisfying. She recalled her despair when Dmitri had left her, the blank hours, the months of aching, unrelieved need. For some reason this was far worse. Though she’d known Andrew less than a day, the sense of connection was far more powerful than she’d ever felt with her sly, seductive Russian master. Dmitri had been irresistible but cruel, a true sadist who had loved to see her suffer. Andrew, in contrast, appeared to be a basically decent man, despite his deviant sexual needs—although those needs were less deviant, apparently, than her own.

If only she’d kept her mouth shut.

Then all at once he was behind her again, his strong hands gripping her hips and his rigid cock poised at her entrance. In an instant, Olivia soared back to the heights of arousal where he’d taken her during the beating.

What are you sorry about, wench?” A single jerk of his pelvis seated his cock in her wet depths. Gasping at the sudden, delicious intrusion, she couldn’t answer. He moved inside her, hard and sure, glorious and right—stretching, filling, fulfilling. His wiry pubic hair scratched the backs of her thighs as he buried himself to the root.

Olivia strained against the pull of her bonds, arching her spine, wanting more. Instead, he drew back, emptying her. He rubbed his slick cockhead back and forth across her outer lips, carefully avoiding her clit and driving her crazy.

I beg you, sir, don’t tease me…”

He laughed and swatted one sore butt cheek. “Be still!” Pleasure and pain rippled through her in alternating waves. “I’m in control here. You’re just my slut—the repository of my lust. And a very filthy little slut at that!”

Was he in fact disgusted by her past? Perhaps not to the extent that Olivia had feared.

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Ornery Owl of Naughty Netherworld Press and Readers Roost (Not Charlotte) said...

Well, my monitor just melted. All further typos can be blamed on that.
Your book will be included in October's Roost Recommendations, featuring a link to this post, a buy link, and a blurb. I share the Roost Recommendations posts on Twitter with readers looking for their next read.

Debby said...

Wow, that sounds amazing. Thanks for the intro
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Adriana said...

He's not ready to let her know how thrilled he is :)
Marvelous excerpt!

Daryl Devoré said...

Whew. Did it ever just get hot in here!! Excellent.

Colleen C. said...

Congrats on this upcoming release!

bn100 said...

nice excerpt
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Fiona McGier said...

Of course she's a feminist by day--but craves submission at night. And he's dignified and polite by day, but a dom--a sexual sadist at night. They're perfect for each other! Hot excerpt. A new one, eh? I haven't reviewed this one...yet.

Gale Stanley said...

Great, sexy excerpt! Now it's on my tbr list.

Lisabet Sarai said...

Congratulations to Fiona! I just drew your name as the winner for this giveaway.

Thanks to everyone who commented! I hope you'll check out the book when it goes live tomorrow.

Fiona McGier said...

Woot! I just finished my last new book, and was wondering what to read next. And now I have a new one of yours? I hardly dared to hope--but will review as soon as I enjoy it!

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