Friday, November 29, 2024

Was her entire life built upon a lie? – #NewRelease #ForcedProximity #StrangersToLovers

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I’m so embarrassed! My friend Pebbles Lacasse had a new release on the 9th of November, which was also her birthday. I told her I’d feature the book on release day, but somehow I completely forgot to set up the post.

My apologies, Pebbles!

Fortunately, the book is still available at its promotional price of only $1.99!

Blurb

Eldora hopes to ride out the blizzard at home with her cat, but when an avalanche slams into her car, a snow-covered man rescues her purely out of obligation.

With her family dead, she’s alone in the world with a wilderness recluse whom sees her as nothing more than a burdensome workaholic, and there’s no way to escape.

Kept prisoner in his cabin by the snowstorm, the mystery of Kian’s past slowly unravels.

A man more dishevelled than Kian bursts through the door spouting fearful warnings of her keeper. Worse are the secrets housed in his eyes that burn into her soul and chill her to the bone.

Confronted by her past, can she believe anything she’s been told, or was her entire life built on a lie?

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Excerpt (Adult)

Can I put my clothes on? I’m cold.”

With no shift in his calm demeanour, he says, “No. I want you to go to the kitchen, open the bottom cupboard door, and retrieve the jute rope. I want to bind you.”

Bind me?” I laugh nervously. “You want to tie me up?”

Yes.” He tilts his head as if to question me. “Do you trust me?”

A heavy breath fills my lungs and eases free after I turn to comply with his wishes.

A beige rope rests among many basic ropes used for tasks other than binding a human. But the rope I hold in my hand is soft enough to be meant for use of only one thing: tying someone like me.

My socked feet stop a few feet from him, and I hold the rope out on my open palm while I study the sexy slant at the outer corners of his eyes. To some, he may look sad with his downturned eyes, but I find them sexy.

Turn around,” he whispers, and I follow his instruction. “If at any time you feel pain or discomfort beyond what you can endure, you are to say mercy. Do you understand?”

Yes,” I whisper and feel his hands on my wrists as the rope encircles them and pulls snugly but not tight.

The rope slides around my skin; the heat it leaves in its wake has my body on fire. As more rope is used to take away my freedom, it steals a gentle whimper from me.

His lips graze my neck behind my ear. The hot breath from his near-silent snicker proves his enjoyment and sends a wave of heat straight to my vagina.

He’s wrapped my arms from my wrists up to my elbows, nearly touching them together.

It’s uncomfortable but not more than I can endure. The tips of his fingers glide down the front of my shoulders, over the outer curves of my breasts, and down my ribs to my hips. His touch has me giggling as shivers have my skin lifting with tiny bumps.

Gently, he turns me to face him and grips the rope at my wrists in one hand and a fistful of hair in the other. There’s a fire in his eyes I’ve come to know as being his sadistic nature that only appears when he wants to do something sexual.

His lips crush to mine as he tries to devour me, and his tongue fills my mouth. The bulge in his jeans presses against my belly, and I want nothing more than to feel its thickness inside my pussy.

My head is yanked back by my hair locked in his fist. He gently pulls down, sinking me to my knees before him. Having not released my hair, he tilts my face up to look at him. “Tell me you want my cock in your throat. I want to know how much it’ll turn you on to choke when I force your nose to my belly.”

Fear takes my breath away, and I can say nothing. He wants to choke me with his cock. It’s one thing to take his cock down my throat under my own volition; if I choke, it’s under my control to back off. If he forces me and it goes too deep, vomit might follow if I retch.

Do you not want me to force you to take all of my inches?” he asks with kindness in his tone as the fingers on his free hand caress my cheek.

Feeling vulnerable on my knees and with my head at his mercy, I can barely manage a whisper. “I don’t want to vomit.”

You won’t. You’ll see.” He opens his zipper and frees his swelling cock. “Now, open your mouth and let me fuck your throat, or say red. You have five seconds to decide, and if you say nothing, I’m going to do what I want.”

My lips curl inward to coat them with saliva, and then they part.

A smirk rides his lips as he rubs the tip of his hard cock along my upper and then my lower lip, coating them in his clear, sticky precum. The mushroom tip glides along my tongue while I hold my jaw wide and continue to watch him memorize how it looks to enter my mouth.

Further and further, he eases in until I gag. He pulls back only slightly before continuing with his original plan to bury himself down my throat. With patience, he accomplishes his goal and my nose presses to his belly. Tears seep from the edges of my eyes, but they don’t fall because I’m upset. Quite the opposite, in fact. This is so fucking thrilling. My pussy is slick with excitement and eager for a good fucking.

Using my hair to hold my head still, he fucks long strokes from the crest of my lip to the back of my throat at least a dozen times. Only twice do I choke, and the sound seems to arouse him further.

Kian pulls himself from my mouth, grabs my biceps, and lifts me to my feet. In a flash, he has me over his shoulder and is carrying me toward the kitchen area while I giggle at how light he makes me feel. …

 

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1 comment:

Lisabet Sarai said...

Welcome back to Beyond Romance, Pebbles! I hope the new book is selling really well!

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