Be careful what you wish for – #ParanormalRomance #RomanceAuthor #Giveaway #MFRWHooks

Keeping up with my Halloween theme, I’ve got an excerpt from another paranormal book for today’s Book Hooks blog hop. It’s particularly appropriate since the heroine is an author of erotic romance.

And just for fun, I’ll give away a copy of this novella to one person who leaves a comment. Please note that although this excerpt is PG, the book as a whole is most definitely not!

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

To celebrate, Daniel took Wendy to her favorite French restaurant, a classically romantic place on Park Avenue South. The molded tin ceiling, candlelit tables and Toulouse-Lautrec posters always made her feel like she was somewhere on the Left Bank.

“I think the occasion calls for champagne.” Dan waved, trying to catch the waiter’s eye. “Don’t you?”

“Champagne gives me a headache. On the other hand, I’d love a glass of good quality Pinot Noir.” Wendy felt slightly dizzy even without any alcohol. Everything was happening so fast.

“As you command, my lady,” he replied with a melting smile. They drank the first bottle with their saumon en croûte and warm goat cheese salad and the second with their entrees, then ordered cognacs with dessert. By the time she’d polished off her crêpes Suzette, Wendy was both very full and quite intoxicated.

“Oh dear! I’m stuffed.” She sighed and leaned back in her chair. “I wish I hadn’t eaten so much.”

No sooner had she voiced the thought than the pressure in her abdomen eased. That’s very strange, she thought. She glanced at her companion. His face was flushed and his hair more tousled than normal, but he wore a beatific smile.

Noticing her attention, he reached across the table to capture her hand.

“I’m so very proud of you, Wendy. I always knew you’d be a best seller.”

She gave a self-deprecating laugh, but she didn’t pull away. Pleasant warmth flowed from his skin, along her limbs and down to her center. “Let’s not count our chickens. We haven’t even signed the contract yet. And when we do, there’s no guarantee the new series will be a hit.”

“It will. I know it will. Radical Restraint’s the best thing you’ve ever written, and I have the feeling that your next book will be even better.”

“It is going well,” she admitted.Fuelled by plenty of kinky sex with a master who’s part tyrant, part coach, and part personal assistant. “I shouldn’t have any trouble finishing it by August.”

“I can’t wait to read it,” he said. “I’m excited just thinking about it.”

“Doesn’t it—um—embarrass you to read my stuff?” She tried to extricate herself from his grip but he just held her more tightly. “Given how explicit it is? I mean, I know most of your other clients write mysteries or suspense…”

“Your books turn me on, Gwen.” He trailed his thumb along her wrist while staring into her eyes. “That’s how I know they’re good.”

Electric pleasure shivered through her. Her breasts felt suddenly heavy. Her pussy clenched.

“Dan…”

“I read your luscious, filthy prose, and imagine myself in the scenes you create. I picture myself as your hero, dominant, in charge, taking what I want from the heroine—what she wants so badly to give me.” He raked his gaze over her. Her cheeks burned as a flush of heat swept over her. “And in every book, in every scene, it’s you I see kneeling before me.”

Wendy gave a strangled cry, half lust and half despair, as she finally managed to break free of his clasping hands. “You’re drunk, Dan,” she said, trying to keep her voice even and rational. “You don’t know what you’re saying.”

“You’re right. I am drunk. You are, too. If I weren’t I wouldn’t dare tell you all this. And you wouldn’t stay to listen. But I mean every word, I swear I do.”

Buy Links: https://www.lisabetsarai.com/damnedifyoudobook.html

 

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