08 October 2018

Q & A with Kait Gamble on her NEW RELEASE!


Hello Kait!  Thank you so much for visiting Written Butterfly with me today!  It’s such a pleasure to chat with you.  So tell me…

Hi Beth! Thanks for having me!

Q) How did you dream up the dynamics of your characters?

I’m a pantser so I generally make it up as I go. I usually start with a vague idea of characters, who they are, what they do, what they want and how I can keep them from getting it. From there they develop as the story does. There have been a few times where I’ve had the characters fully fledged and ready to go before even starting the story, but that’s pretty rare.

Q) Is this book part of a series?  If so, can you tell us about it?

Sight is the second book in the Sensations series, a collection of non-connected stories based on, you guessed it, the senses. Sight takes place in Paris where two people connect after watching each other through their windows night after night. It starts off innocently enough but then heats up considerably…

Q) What do you think is your strongest asset as a writer? …what is your weakest factor as a writer?

I think my strongest asset is that I can adapt quite quickly. Taking new ideas and information and making them work is fun for me. Like a puzzle. But it’s also my weakness because knowing where and when to stop can be a struggle.

Q) Do you want each book to stand on its own, or are you trying to build a body of work with connections between each book?

I do like to have each book stand on its own, but there are threads throughout a few that link them together. There are several stories where characters from one of my other books appear, they visit a few familiar places, companies that characters own show up in more than one book, familiar names pop up here and there…

Q) What are your upcoming projects?

I’m usually working on multiple projects, but at the moment I’ve prioritized work on a secret one that I hope I can reveal soon! All I can say at the moment is it’s exciting and has me in caffeine fueled writer mode. On top of that I’ve got two series going, Sensations and one that will be announced soon, two others and a YA series…looks a little insane when I write it out like that! Wish me luck!


BLURB:

Can you fall in love with someone you’ve never met?

Chloe has. Or, at least, she’s fallen into lust with the man who lives in the apartment opposite hers. Night after night they catch glimpses of each other going through their evening routines. But it’s a delicious surprise when things take a more salacious turn inviting her into a voyeuristic fantasy.
Mason can’t believe his luck that he’s found himself in what can only be described as the perfect relationship. Companionship, nightly stress relief, and all without having to deal with any drama. All he has to do is look across the way at the gorgeous siren in the window who’s more than happy to play along.

But what happens when watching no longer enough?



EXCERPT:

Chloe lifted her gaze to the building across the way. The fact that she could see directly into a few of the multipaned windows used to bother her, but now it helped with the loneliness of living alone in the city. Seeing others going about their lives had a soothing quality.

That was a predilection she’d never seen coming.

Sighing, she undid the tight bun her hair had been trapped in and shook it loose. As she massaged her scalp, Chloe caught a glimpse of movement out of the corner of her eye.

 She turned to the window where her attention always seemed to be drawn—right across the way. 
They both had penthouses. He didn’t seem to feel the need to make use of curtains or blinds, while Chloe left hers open until she went to bed. It allowed her to see inside the rooms he inhabited. While she couldn’t see everything, she was close enough to witness what was happening as if it were a modular television.

There he was. Tall, broad-shouldered, dark-haired, and so very sexy. Even across the distance, she could see that. Almost feel it. He exuded power and privilege. It was there in his bearing, the feline grace of his movements. But he was no weakling. He had the long lean body of someone who worked hard to maintain it. She could see from the way the clothing pulled on his skin as he moved that there were powerful muscles hidden beneath. Muscles she wished she could see right that moment.
He’d just gotten home from work, judging by his attire. He swiftly slipped off the jacket of his dark suit and slung it over the back of the couch. His tie quickly followed.

Chloe watched as he rolled up his sleeves to reveal sculpted forearms, and the movement of the muscle there as he undid the top buttons of his shirt. His body relaxed as he appeared to sigh with relief. She knew the feeling well.

He pulled his phone out of his jacket pocket and dialed. Probably to order a meal just as she had.
Smiling, Chloe continued to linger near the window, dusting an already glossy wooden end table as an excuse. When she looked up again, she found him still speaking but staring out through his own window. Directly at her.
Caught, Chloe stood frozen. Their eyes stayed locked until she broke the stillness with a small wave. It was nothing more than the lifting of her hand, but she thought she saw a faint smirk as he nodded. Chloe smirked back. It seemed she’d made a friend.

She didn’t have time to dwell on it before there was a knock at her door.

Letting her gaze linger on him a moment longer, she turned to retrieve her meal from one of the beaming concierges. Thanking and tipping him, Chloe then headed back into the dimly lit room.
She took a portion of the food and put it on a plate, poured the wine, then she headed to the couch to enjoy her meal. Instead of turning on the television to hear nothing but doom and gloom in the world, she opted to turn on the stereo instead. The light jazz that filtered into the room was perfect for her mood. After the day she’d had, it was all Chloe wanted.

She swayed along with the music as she enjoyed her noodles and pot stickers. It really was the simple pleasures that kept her going. Good food, beautiful home … all she needed now was good sex.
Chloe almost choked on her wine as she snorted at the thought. Not likely.

The city might have been filled with handsome men but none of them had truly caught her attention. Her gaze was drawn across the way again.
None except him.

Out of the corner of her eye, she could see him regarding the city under him in the manner of a king surveying his kingdom. Who was he? What did he do? He was obviously quite well off to be living where he was. Maybe he was a model? An actor?

Chloe shook her head. Not with those suits and regular hours. He was like clockwork. Just as she was. She pictured him in a boardroom commanding attention, everyone cowering from him. He’d be a terror in the office and a demon in bed. Did he have a soft side? Maybe one only that special someone saw?
Huffing a laugh, she stuffed a pot sticker into her mouth. Not that she’d ever find out.
When she lifted her gaze again, she found he’d grown two more arms. They wrapped around his chest from behind, the red nails clawed into his pecs, the need in the person they belonged to quite evident. When had she arrived?

The stab of jealousy was a surprise. The man wasn’t hers. Who he got naked with certainly had nothing to do with her.
She did watch with great interest as he turned to grip her face in his hands and devoured her mouth with a ferocity that Chloe herself had never experienced. She could feel the heat as if she’d been the once he’d kissed.
The darkness of the room enveloped her, the food forgotten. Everything but the two people lost in each other dropped from existence. Entranced, Chloe could do nothing but watch them.



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An inveterate traveler, Kait has set foot on three continents and has the other four on her bucket list (yes, even Antarctica). Until she can see them all, she writes romances that take readers to far flung locales, often to places she’s been or hopes to one day go. For now, she’s settled in England where she spends most of her time plotting, scribbling ideas on every available scrap of paper and trying out dialogue on her cat.
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07 October 2018

Blast From the Past...Spotlighting "Lost Until You" by Kimberly Daniels!


Camryn Singer never imagined that she would return to the place where she lost everything. To grant a dying wish, she and her young son make the move back to the small Jersey beach town where she grew up, hoping to somehow find the missing pieces of her life. Determined to keep her heart guarded, the last thing she needs is the force that is sexy surfer, Cole Stevens, literally slamming into her life.

Struggling against growing feelings for Cole, Camryn tries to focus on life with her son. But when Cole picks the lock to her heart, Camryn knows he might be the one to change everything. Just when Camryn thinks she’s finally finding her happiness, a ghost from the past comes back to haunt her.

Camryn must now decide between letting Cole stand with her in the fight for her life, or staying lost in the pain of the past.

Q & A

1.       Did you plot this book out or write wherever an idea took you?

I tend to always start by just writing. As the story starts to take form, I tend to plot out each chapter. However, more times than not I travel completely off the plot as new ideas spring to mind.

2.       What was your hardest scene to write in this book?

The surf scenes were no doubt the hardest to write. To understand the lingo and be able to use it in the story was a challenge. Also, just the overall art of the sport was all so new to me. Meeting with and learning from surfers definitely made it a little easier, though!

3.       Any advice you would like to give to your younger self?

I would tell my younger self to be more patient. I’ve found that things happen at their own pace and always when they’re supposed to happen. This novel’s book life began four years ago, and I wish I could’ve been more patient and less crazed. I have no doubt that I’ll be tapping into that patience in the future!




EXCERPT 

I start to graze my hands over his arms, tracing his tattoo of a rose within a cracked heart with my fingers. My need for him is screaming over my rational side, which tells me to slow it down. But I want every part of his body over and over again, and if I don’t get it, I might just explode. I have to let Cole know there is nothing more I crave right now than our bodies intertwined together as we discover what can make us moan and the places that will cause us to scream.

“Did I ever tell you how sexy you are, Mr. Stevens?” I whisper into Cole’s ear.

Either  Cole is stunned by my forwardness or planning a way to get me on my back like he promised before, his stroking hands freeze on my waist. His comforting gaze transforms into a hunger that needs to be fed. I watch as a seductive smirk appears on his face. In a husky voice, he warns, “I think I already told you what I’d do to you if you called me that again?”

“Hmm… I think I might remember that. Maybe I’m just waiting for you to follow through.” I hold his gaze and plant a soft kiss on his lips.

He tilts his head and cocks his eyebrow, suggesting that he is going to take my challenge. Sweeping my legs out from under me, Cole floats me over to the oversized lounge chair and gently places me down on my back. He slowly crawls up and kisses each part of me until he reaches my lips.

While he teases every inch of my body,  my hands are weaving through his hair, feeling the short silky strands beneath my fingers. Every time his lips touch my skin, I tug at his hair and a moan would rise in his throat.

I pull his mouth to mine and savor the taste of him. My hands leave his hair and run down the lines of his carved chest, tracing around his nipples. Feeling the hairs rise from his skin, I travel further south over the ridges of his stomach muscles and then slowly slide my hands under the waistband of his shorts. I let them teeter there and tease him to arousal.

“God, Cam, you’re gonna kill me.” He runs his tongue down my neck and over the exposed part of my stomach, cupping his hand over my core. He murmurs in between contact. “I. Need. This. Right. Now.”

With a sigh, I beg, “Please, Cole … take it … take me.”

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05 October 2018

Lacee Hightower Visits with her NEW RELEASE!!

Hello Lacee!  Thank you so much for visiting Written Butterfly with me today!  It’s such a pleasure to chat with you.  So tell me…

 Q) How did you dream up the dynamics of your characters?
I’m obsessed with ice hockey, especially the Dallas Stars and Tyler Seguin.  Thus, the idea for book one.  As for book two, I was writing it in my head as I worked on book two.

Q) Is this book part of a series?  If so, can you tell us about it?
 This is Book 2 of The Gentry Duo.  Both are standalone reads but each book has both of the brothers in each
Q) What do you think is your strongest asset as a writer? …what is your weakest factor as a writer? 
 My strongest asset is my determination to get something finished once I’ve started it.  There’s no ‘wait until tomorrow’ for me.  Once I start, everything else, including house work, etc., takes a back burner.  My weakest factor is most definitely overthinking absolutely everything.  I write and rewrite scenes until I’m sometimes ready to beat myself in the head.
 Q) What are your upcoming projects?
 I’m working on my darkest character yet, a dominant sadist.  I hope to be done before Christmas.  


Blurb:

“Be a good girl,” my mother always said.  And I did.
Until Reese Gentry looked my way.
Eyes holding a beautiful guarantee of wicked unchaste, sin and sex.  
Smile flashing shameless bliss and obscene desire.  
Hands offering sweet pleasure and bitter punishment.
Sometimes even the good girl next door needs a dirty secret.
With no clingy strings, I’ll willingly give him what he wants, when he wants it, wherever he wants it.
But strings are sometimes broken.
Reese Gentry is used to two things.  Getting what he wants … and repeating.
But then life has its own ideas.
Two years pass, and he’s back.  But I’m no longer that spirited girl from the past.  
Those days were only the beginning of my story. 
Those days were before I was left a … slut.


Adult Excerpt:

My body is instantly on fire, my heart thundering. Temptation slides through my core as his hand creeps down my torso, reaching underneath my dress and brushing over the damp fabric of my panties. I feel his intensity, his dominance. This power he has.  It’s who he is.  Who he’s always been.  I want him. His hands on me. Inside me. No more doubt. No worrying. No jealousy.
“I need you, Reese,” I whisper, watching the blue in his eyes, the expression on his face, both shameless hot seduction.
I love you so damn much.
“Open your legs, Graycee,” his voice lowers, “so I can give you what you need.”
I open my legs and a finger, then two, slides inside my panties, pushing into my sex so deep that I think I might shatter. “Oh, God, Reese. Feels so good.” 
“Shh, baby.” There’s a command to his voice as his palm cups my mouth to quieten me while his fingers push and thrust, his thumb doing crazy insane circling motions over my clit. He kisses at the tender spot just below my ear, knowing just how much that tiny move affects me. “Now I’m going to lick all that modesty and lingering doubt out of you. And you, Graycee, are going to stay very quiet.”
Dropping to his knees, he urges my dress up and slides my panties to the side. Burying his face against my cleft, his tongue pushes into me. He’s rough and urgent, greedy and fierce, like wicked voodoo, licking, stroking, teasing, doing everything that I crave. I can barely breathe, so lost in Reese, this connection between us something way deeper than sex. My fingers automatically wind through his hair as my hips seethe around the firm movements of his mouth. We’re staring at each other like there’s no other person in existence. Like a hundred or more people aren’t footsteps away from us.
“Oh my God. Reese. No more. Not here.” The smooth sleekness of his tongue licks through me, inside me, slowly.  Quickly.  Then slow once again before flickering over my clit as he pulls me hard against him, his hands tightening against my hips.  
“Don’t ever do that to yourself again,” he says in a voice that’s heavy with intensity. “Or to me, Graycee. Don’t let that man, or the past, control you. You’re stronger than that. You’re stronger than he ever was.” He licks through my sex again, stopping at my clit. I rake my nails through the sides of his hair, my pleasure building. Consuming me.
“Reese, this is crazy. You’re going to make me come.”
“Yes, I am. And you’re going to stay silent. And then, when we get home, I’m going to make you come again, until you scream my name.”
His lips cover my sex, and I’m instantly grinding against his mouth, squeezing my eyes shut, stirring with twenty sensations as he delves deep inside, his hands all over me. I’m shamelessly writhing, my sex clenching with every impatient thrust. Too late to care where we are or how many people are only feet away, he’s tonguing me into a shattering orgasm. My body spasms around him, my nails drilling into his shoulders as I bite down on my lip, choking back a scream. He pulls me closer to his face, his lips still sealed tight. My sex convulsing, my entire lower body trembling. When I open my eyes again, only feet away from me, his gaze dark and evil, is none other than Rodney. 
“Reese!” I push at him, lowering my dress.
“Rodney! He was there! Right there!”




About the Author:

Lacee Hightower is an American writer and romance novelist, referring to her style as contemporary, sweet romance with a “twist.” Living in the Dallas/Fort Worth Metroplex, she describes herself as a foodie that can’t cook, a large lover of fashion and SHOES, and an enormous hopeless romantic.  Since she was old enough to know what the word meant, she loved the whole concept of romance and happy endings. Even though she has always enjoyed writing, life got in the way and she never really thought of pursuing it seriously until she decided to write her first book after both her children were grown in 2017.  Now with a nice glass of wine in hand, or not, she is learning to love bringing the characters in her head to life on paper for those who enjoy peeking into another world.

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03 October 2018

Science Fiction Romance & Adventure by Eva Gordon!


Hello Eva!  Thank you so much for visiting Written Butterfly with me today!  It’s such a pleasure to chat with you.  So tell me…

Q) Is this book part of a series?  If so, can you tell us about it?

Yes. It’s book 1 in the Shalhinari (Talzorian for matchmaker) series. Mitzi Selig is a traditional matchmaker who is competing with the hundreds of online dating sites. She mentored with her grandmother, a famous traditional matchmaker who conducted her interviews old school style, face to face. Planet Talzor needs brides and Captain Jax is sent to find the best shalhinari to find soul mates for some of his men.

Q) What do you think is your strongest asset as a writer? …what is your weakest factor as a writer?

My strongest asset is my creativity. My weakest is my marketing skills. I am learning you can’t sell without advertizing, so lately that takes a bigger chunk of my writing time.

Q) Do you try more to be original or to deliver to readers what they want?

I do prefer to be original. If you read my reviews for my other books, you will see that the words unique, different and new are always mentioned. I do focus on a passionate romance, at your edge of your seat suspense and plot and twists to delight my readers. I enjoy creating characters you fall in love with.

Q) Do you want each book to stand on its own, or are you trying to build a body of work with connections between each book?

Both. Each novel in the series is a stand-alone with a complete happily ever after, but there will be connections with the heroes from book 1

Q) What are your upcoming projects?

I have a number of series and I have a new release from on of my various series each season. 


Blurb

Mitzi leads a quiet life as a professional matchmaker. Her cozy life is turned upside down when she is chosen as the matchmaker for an alien species searching for wives. Naturally, she refuses. Unfortunately, she’s having a hard time saying no to the dashingly handsome but domineering alien warrior. Although, he makes her heart flutter, it’s a good thing he’s not her type.

Jax, captain of the Talzor starship, is ordered to hire a shalhinari, a spiritual matchmaker, to find soul mates for six of his men. He locates the best shalhinari on Earth; yet, Mitzi Selig the earthbound woman tries his patience. To his distress, he is drawn to her beauty, questioning his judgment. Worse, his long suppressed empathy gene awakens, a trait not seemly for a warrior.

The magnetic pull between Captain Jax and Mitzi is astronomical. Yet, can a tormented warrior and a woman who refuses to leave Earth find love? A long light-year distance relationship is one thing, but looming danger could curtail any chance for their star-crossed passion.

Follow the misadventures of an earthling matchmaker.




Excerpt

Mitzi followed Jenkins down the hall to the office where she’d meet the alien. Her laptop in hand, ready to work. The sooner I get this over with, the sooner I can go back to my life.
Jenkins knocked on the door. “Captain.”
“Enter,” said a deep voice, somewhere between a growl and a command. All grouchy. Possibly hangry for human flesh.
“Captain Jax. This is Mitzi Selig, the shalhinari.”
Mitzi gaped at the tall man with a broad chest and shoulders. He looked more like a warrior from some popular battle game or fantasy movie. Nothing like the skinny gray alien creature she expected to see. His dark uniform gave him a strong military bearing, as indicated by his title. Black hair, sapphire blue eyes and dashing defined jawline. A scar near his left eye, the only noticeable flaw. She felt like she was meeting an actor in a casting call for a superhero role. Or worse, her latest book boyfriend from a historical romance novel about a devilish, handsome pirate who took a duchess prisoner. She’d only been attracted to alpha-type men in the novels she read. If she ever married, she’d choose the sweeter beta male. Although, didn’t she make the mistake of thinking her ex-fiancé was the sweet type? “I thought you would be gray, green…” Shit. “I mean, not so human looking.” Great, his first impression of her was a babbling fool.
Jax lifted a brow as if scolding an ill-mannered child. “You are referring to the reptilian drones. We Talzorians are humanoid.”
Get your shit together, Mitzi. She bowed her head. “A pleasure to meet you.”
Jax turned to Jenkins. “That will be all.”
“Understood.” Jenkins gave her an encouraging nod and left.
The gorgeous alien captain’s scowl remained. “I’m pleased you finally relented to being our shalhinari.”
Like I had a choice? “Colson Tate has a real knack for convincing people.”
“To both of our benefits.”
Yeah, I get to live and you get six women. “I understand the term shalhinari means matchmaker.”
“Correct. The shalhinari understands not only bringing together people with similar likes and goals in life, but the union of their spirits.”
“I learned that from my grandmother, which is why all her matches have the lowest divorce rate of any other matchmaking service.” Still, this had to do more with properly vetting the eligible couple, not magic.
“Good, my men deserve the skills of the best.”
“I tend to be very thorough and scientific. I will require the profiles of your men.” She tilted her head at the man who belonged in fantasy dreams. “Please, don’t take this personally, but is this your actual form? The women of earth must know your true appearance.” Because if this was his real look, she’d have women lined up around the globe. Even she might take a number.
“I don’t take anything personally. As I mentioned earlier, we are humanoid, and yes, this is my real appearance.”
“Got it.” She reached for her laptop. “Let’s get started.”
“No.”
“Huh?”
“I have better technology on my ship.”
No one mentioned space travel. Mitzi stepped back. “I rather not leave terra firma. I figure since I get sea sick, I’m not a good candidate for zero gravity.”
“Our medical lab is fully equipped. Don’t worry. We’ll remain stationed on Earth.”
How could she trust him? “I’d feel more comfortable here, thank you very much.”
Jax stiffened and stared at her as if she had grown a horn or something. He swallowed and his tone softened. “Don’t be frightened. We are not going anywhere, for now.”
What about no spaceship don't you understand? “I’m not scared. I figure, why waste a perfectly good office set up that accommodates my needs?” 

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01 October 2018

Welcome Sue Horsford!


Hello Sue!  Thank you so much for visiting Written Butterfly with me today!  It’s such a pleasure to chat with you.  So tell me…

Q) How did you dream up the dynamics of your characters?

I originally wanted Gabriel to be a bit of a cad, to be emotionally unavailable and to break Faye’s heart. I didn’t mean for it to turn into a love story. But when I started writing, I felt it would be more interesting if he started out that way and she changed him as much as he changed her. I wanted Faye to represent every woman. So, she’s not stunningly beautiful or incredibly talented but she is happy in her own skin. I didn’t want her to be the sort of woman who would have her head easily turned by a handsome stranger, I wanted her to be a no-nonsense down to earth woman and I loved the idea that this man could come into her life and turn all her ideas about herself upside down. I gave Faye a job working with women going through domestic abuse because I was fascinated by the dichotomy of a woman who works every day to empower women, suddenly being faced with this desire to submit to a man.

Q) Can you give a fun or interesting fact about your book?

The most common question I get asked about A Fine Line is: Am I writing about my own sex life?

Q) What do you think is your strongest asset as a writer? …what is your weakest factor as a writer?

I think my strongest asset is that I have a good ear for dialogue. I love that moment when my characters start speaking and all I have to do is listen. Though they don’t always say what I expected them to say! My weakest point is that I’m easily distracted. I tend to write my first draft longhand because once I’m at my computer, the internet is such a tempting distraction!

Q) Do you try more to be original or to deliver to readers what they want?

I think in A Fine Line, I was trying to be more original. I’ve since studied the genre more thoroughly and I think my second book is maybe closer to what readers often want, my female character is less down to earth, more beautiful and successful. My third book which is a fantasy is very different and quite experimental. It remains to be seen whether readers will like it!

Q) Do you plan all your characters out before you start a story or do they develop as you write?

I have a rough idea of who my characters are but I do find them changing and developing as I write and I find out more about them.

Q) What are your upcoming projects?

I’ve finished another two novels, one is another BDSM themed story and the other is a love story with elements of fantasy and contains a story within a story. I need to finish editing both of them, but it’s difficult because creating is so much more fun and I really have to discipline myself not to start anything else.

 
BLURB

No one would understand that my submission empowered me, that I felt stronger kneeling at Gabriel’s feet than I ever had standing at Paul’s side.

Faye Austin seems to have it all – a fulfilling career, a successful husband, a beautiful home. But appearances can be deceptive and sometimes Faye can’t help thinking she’s living the wrong life. A lifetime of being compared to her beautiful younger sister, Ginny, has left her feeling second best, and a chance discovery while looking at her husband’s laptop has led her to realize that her marriage is not all it seems.

Then she meets the handsome Gabriel Scott, a man who likes to play sexual games of power and control, and suddenly everything makes sense. Gabriel’s natural dominance is so compelling that Faye feels her own submissiveness awakening in response, a reaction that both horrifies and excites her. She works with victims of domestic abuse and is adamant that no man will ever tell her what to do. But there’s something about Gabriel that draws her in and gives her a glimpse of who she really wants to be.

Excerpt


Gabriel came to stand before me. “Relax,” he said softly. “I’ll take good care of you.”

Slowly, he unbuttoned my dress and slipped it off my shoulders, his dark, hypnotizing eyes never leaving mine, until I stood before him in nothing but my underwear and shoes.

He gave a slow, sexy smile. “Very nice.” He ran his thumbs over my breasts through the lace of my bra and pinched my nipples between his thumb and forefinger. “This is beautiful, but it needs to come off.”

He reached behind me, and, after unhooking the clasp, he slipped my bra down my shoulders and let it drop to the floor, then he unknotted his tie and eased it out from under his collar. He held it between his hands as I watched, mesmerized.

“Turn around and put your hands together behind your back,” he ordered.

I turned and clasped my fingers together, then he wrapped his tie several times around my wrists and drew it tight. He threaded one hand in my hair and pulled my head sideways so my neck was exposed to him, and I closed my eyes in ecstasy as he nipped at my earlobe.

Still holding my hair, he turned me back to face him. “Now that is a magnificent sight,” he said, “my beautiful submissive bound and obedient for her Master.”

His words sent a thrill coursing through my body.

“I’m going to do whatever I please to you tonight,” he said, “but I want you to think of a word to use if it gets too much for you. Any word will do.” He paused, and his eyes bored into mine. “Except the word no. You will never say no to your Master.”

I cast about me for a word I would remember, and my gaze fell on the dress now pooled at my feet. “Velvet,” I said.

“Velvet, then. I promise you, Faye, the next time you say velvet, I’ll stop whatever I’m doing. Do you trust me, sweetheart?”

“I do.”

“Good. Now, I want you to keep very still for me. Don’t respond until I tell you to.”

He slipped off his jacket, taking something from his pocket and unbuttoned his shirt, exposing a broad, tan chest. A T-shape of dark hair ran from between his pectorals to vanish teasingly beneath his waistband, drawing my gaze downward over his lean stomach and well-defined abs. Fully dressed, Gabriel had the air of a sophisticated gentleman. Half-naked, the untamed man beneath was revealed. He stepped in close to me until we were touching, and my breath caught at the sensation of warm skin on skin. Then he opened his hand and showed me what was inside—two tiny metal clamps, tipped with rubber and joined with a silver chain.

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I am a qualified hypnotherapist and Reiki practitioner living in the North of England with my husband and soul mate. Over the years I must have started and abandoned over fifty novels before I decided to try my hand at writing erotica. Finally, I had a finished novel and a new hobby all in one. I never realized writing could be so much fun!



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