Welcome to this month’s Marketing for Romance Authors Steam Hop. This is the day that those of us who write romance on the spicy side come out to play, to share our most arousing and emotional tales with you.
My excerpt today is from my historical BDSM erotic romance, Power and Persuasion. It’s actually a good deal less explicit than many of the snippets I post on Steam Hop days, but I wanted to share it because I believe captures the unbelievable closeness that can arise from consensual power exchange.
You might not believe it from all the bondage and rough sex in this book, but Power and Persuasion is pure romance.
Does this sound like something you’d enjoy? Leave me a comment with your email address. I’ll randomly choose one person who’ll receive a free copy of the book.
Blurb
She’s his natural enemy – and the only woman who can satisfy his perverse desires.
Billionaire industrialist Andrew MacIntyre commands a vast empire of railroads, mines and mills. Labor activist Olivia Alcott is dedicated to helping the factory workers responsible for Andrew’s wealth. They are natural foes, but with complementary needs: his need to command and hers to surrender.
Excerpt
He slumped on top of her, a welcome weight. His jism leaked from her cleft to dribble down her thighs. Her shoulders ached from pulling against the bonds. Her ass throbbed in the aftermath of her strapping. Olivia became aware that her face was stretched into a silly grin. She felt ridiculously happy—no, more than happy, full of joy at the marvelous way she and Andrew fitted.
Her lover—her master, at least for the moment—stirred and moaned.
“By God, Olivia! Are you trying to kill me?”
She struggled to suppress a giggle. “Of course not, sir!”
He clambered off her, then circled around to plant an energetic kiss on her lips. “You’re an amazing woman. I had no idea.”
“I thought you said you knew, when you saw me.”
“Minx!” He leaned over to pinch a welt. “You’ll pay for your insolence. But let’s get these ropes off first.”
Her muscles screamed in protest as she brought them down to her sides. Her fingers and toes were numb. Shaking his head, he chafed her wrists and ankles to stimulate the blood flow. “My apologies. I should not have kept you tied for such a long time.” His manner was almost tender as he boosted her body onto the bed. She rolled onto her side to spare her wounded ass the friction from the bedclothes.
“I didn’t mind, sir.”
“It’s my responsibility to see that you come to no harm.”
He stretched out along her body, facing her. Caressing her cheek, he searched her eyes. “You really didn’t mind, did you?” She heard wonder in his voice.
“No, sir.” Olivia swallowed the lump in her throat. Honesty was the only alternative. “Actually, I liked it. I liked it all—the rope, the belt, the teasing, the roughness—the way you acted like you owned me.”
“What about the Russian?” Andrew’s voice caught, a signal of unaccustomed uncertainty.
“Dmitri is the past. That was more than four years ago. And I should never have trusted him. After six months together, he simply disappeared one day—taking most of my money with him, I should add.”
“Did you—did you love him?”
Olivia had the feeling her companion didn’t want the real answer, but she felt compelled to tell the truth.
“I did, at the time. He was the first person to see—well, who I am. What I want. When he left me, I thought I’d die. I spent more than one night leaning on the railing of a bridge over the Seine.”
“The bastard didn’t deserve you, Olivia.” Andrew gathered her to his chest and took possession of her mouth in a kiss that brooked no refusal. Not that Olivia had the slightest inclination to refuse.
“I agree, sir,” she continued, when he finally permitted her to catch her breath. “But—ah—do you think that I went too far with him? When I admitted what he had done to me, you seemed upset—maybe even shocked. Does it disgust you, sir?”
Andrew rolled her nipples between his fingers and pulled them into tight, throbbing peaks. “You’ve got to be joking, Olivia. I wasn’t disgusted. Just terribly envious. So many firsts that you and I will never have.”
A little thrill skittered through her. He sounded as though he was expecting their relationship to extend beyond the weekend. Olivia pushed the tempting notion out of her mind. Aside from their carnal inclinations, they had nothing in common.
However, there were still many hours before sunrise.
Buy Links
Kinky Literature – https://www.kinkyliterature.com/book/1488-power-and-persuasion/
Amazon US – https://www.amazon.com/dp/B09HSS7C6T
Amazon UK – https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B09HSS7C6T
Smashwords – https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/1108116
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Kobo – https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/power-and-persuasion-a-gilded-age-bdsm-romance
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3 comments:
" Honesty was the only alternative." I love the power of this line, it grounds their exchange and the interplay of their power.
Still many hours before sunrise - they are going to be very, very tired. Tweeted.
I don't know why the link wasn't up on my post. The code is there - so I put it on again and it's there now.
The power dynamic plays out on many levels. I'd enjoy a copy. chartley65 at gmail dot com. Tweeted.
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