Release day for Brazen! – #EroticRomance #KindleUnlimited #99Cents

Today is release day for my new boxed set Brazen. This set collects three of my most intense erotic romance novels (or maybe, romantic erotica novels) into a single, massive volume. It’s exclusive to Amazon, which means you can read it for free if you’re a Kindle Unlimited subscriber. In addition, the book is on sale all this week for only 99 cents!

Here’s a taste of what you can get, for less than a dollar.

Adult Excerpt

It was two a.m. Miranda sat cross-legged on the bare floor in Mark’s apartment, wearing her sweat-stained silk dress and nothing else. Mark sat across from her in a pair of shorts. The stripes on his chest and thighs were already beginning to fade. The sight of them made Miranda feel slightly queasy. She could hardly believe that she had inflicted some of them.

The room was lit with a single candle on the low table between them. In its glow, Mark’s face showed relaxation and contentment. Miranda’s feelings were far more equivocal. The evening’s revelations shocked and disturbed her. She was not sure what was more alarming, the pleasure that she had taken in playing the role of Domme, or the fact that her sluttish alter ego had been revealed to someone for whom she cared so much.

Of course, he had known all along, hadn’t he? “Mark,” she began, breaking the long silence. “Did you recognize me, that night at The Fantasy Factory?”

“Oh, yes. I was already quite smitten with you. I would have known your voice and your hair, even if your face had been completely masked. But it was clear that you wanted to remain anonymous. I had to respect that.”

Miranda felt confused. It seemed as though that evening was in the distant past, not just last week. So much had happened since then.

“How could you endure my coldness that night when you made dinner? And why did you resist me, yesterday night at my apartment? And was it a coincidence that we met at The Keep tonight, or did you somehow engineer that? And what about Carla? What’s your relationship to her? I could tell that you’re not strangers…”

Mark held up his hand, laughing. “One question at a time, please! Carla is an old friend. I’ve known her since early in graduate school, in San Francisco. It was she who first introduced me to the kink scene, after I told her that story about Eleanor.”

Miranda felt her sex stir at the mention of his forceful deflowering.

“Clara recently relocated to Boston, and I thought I should visit her new parlor—for old time’s sake, you know.” Mark was grinning widely. Miranda felt a bit annoyed. He enjoys this game, she thought.

“I was responsible for leaving the ad for The Keep in your cubicle. I thought that it might pique your curiosity. I didn’t know for sure whether you’d be interested in something like that, but I had an intuition that you might be. I didn’t particularly expect you to show up tonight. But I’m glad that you did.”

He reached across the table and touched her cheek gently. For a moment they sat there, unmoving. Miranda felt her heart slamming against her ribs. When he withdrew his hand, she discovered that she had been holding her breath.

“I told Carla about you, warned her that you might visit. Gave her some idea of what I thought you might like.”

Miranda blushed, remembering her abject surrender to the emerald-eyed Mistress, the willingness and joy with which she had obeyed Carla in both dispensing and receiving pain.

“As to your first two questions,” Mark continued, quietly, “my first priority has always been not to hurt you. That very first day in your office, I sensed your conflict, your duality. I wanted you badly, but I could tell that you were going to have to work out this conflict in your own way and in your own time.” He paused, searching her face. “Tonight, I have the feeling that something has changed. That maybe you are finally ready for me.”

He did not touch her, but Miranda felt enfolded by his warmth, his scent, his brash, boyish sexiness. His shorts bloomed with an incipient erection. She became acutely aware of the polished wood beneath her bare buttocks. Her cross-legged position would have provided an excellent view of her naked sex, were it not for the table between them. In any case, Mark was not looking at that shadowy space between her legs. His eyes searched her face, trying to read her response. Emotion flooded in her, admiration, affection, and gratitude—spiced with a good measure of lust.

She rose, circled the table, and sat down beside him, taking his hand. “I’m more than ready,” she told him. “But since we are playing Truth or Dare here, I have to be honest about what I have been doing the past few weeks.”

Putting aside her embarrassment, she recounted her amorous adventures since their meeting. He knew, of course, of the ménage à trois, and tonight’s kinks. She told him about coupling in the alley with the Japanese businessman from the subway. She described her experiences with Big Daddy’s discipline, her frightening delight at being spanked and sodomized. Wincing internally, watching his reaction, she confessed her risky debauchery on the billiard table. Mark’s eyes widened, but he said nothing.

“Finally,” said Miranda, “this sexual frenzy is intruding into my work life. You remember that day you found me in the library? If you had arrived only a few moments sooner, you would have found me with my fingers in my pussy, grinding away in orgasm.”

“Yes,” said Mark, amusement in his voice. “I guessed that. But these other tales—Miranda, you amaze me!”

“You’re not angry? Or shocked?”

“Of course not.” He pulled her close to him and whispered in her ear. “I’m delighted that I’ve finally found a partner as adventurous and horny as I am.” He nipped at her earlobe. Sparks leapt up between her legs. Miranda’s whole body sprang to attention, nipples alert, straining to be touched, clitoris equally insistent. His mouth captured hers in one of his fiery, all-consuming kisses, while his hands wandered over her silk-clad torso.

“Let’s go into the bedroom,” gasped Miranda, when she could breathe again. She ached to lay down with this man, to open herself to him.

“I have a better idea,” said Mark. He stood and stripped off his shorts. His erection stood proudly, bobbing in the candlelight. Miranda pulled her dress over her head and tossed it in a corner. The remains of her hairdo disintegrated, ebony locks tumbling over her shoulders.

Moving to one of the windows, he threw it open. Before Miranda grasped what was happening, he stepped through, and held out his hand to her. “Fire escape,” he said with a hint of his usual grin. A thrill passed through her as she understood what he had in mind.

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