BJ Wane
Teaching
her to give up control will almost rob him of his own.
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Blurb:
Hope Wallace left Atlanta after
being betrayed by her family and friends in the worst way. Now, running a
homeless shelter in downtown Miami, she was finally doing what she wanted with
her life and working at putting the past behind her. The only thing
marring her happiness was the constant desire to explore the BDSM lifestyle her
new friends enjoyed so much. She had
tried that once, and it led to disaster and losing everything, but the urges
kept pulling at her until she finally succumbed and braved going to a club.
Miles Cavenaugh fell for Hope the
minute he saw her bruised face and determination to protect a friend and
resident at her shelter. His violent childhood kept him from forming
relationships, his fear of losing his temper if he came across someone harming
an innocent woman or child made him anti-social and preferring to stick with
his close friends for companionship. But when he hears Hope is at a local
BDSM club while there is a serial abuser of submissives making the rounds in
Florida, he rushes to ensure she stays safe.
Unable to continue
keeping each other at arm’s length, Miles and Hope agree to a short-term affair
where he’ll introduce her to the lifestyle she craved until she got her
interest out of her system. But an unknown person is determined that Hope
not find the happiness that has eluded her for so long and both Miles and her
may have waited too long to come clean with each other about their pasts.
Excerpt
Hope had been comfortable tucked away against the wall and
obscured by the dim lighting but moving up close to the different stations
reminded her of how excited she’d been when her and her friends toured the club
in Atlanta. It had been the first time in her adult life when sex had
appealed to her, and when that Dom had given her a taste of what she’d been
witnessing, and she’d responded to the pain and exposure more than she ever had
to intercourse with her fiancé, she’d discovered she wasn’t the cold fish Craig
often complained she was. Maybe if he had screwed her in something other
than the missionary position and added a little foreplay into the mix, she
would have fared better.
Just as before, Hope’s blood heated when Miles halted in
front of a spanking bench and they were facing the red buttocks of the woman
strapped face down on the apparatus. Her response was so quick, so fiery
hot she squeezed her thighs together to contain the rush of juices gathering at
her entrance and leaned against Miles’ arm without conscious thought until he
spoke above her.
“Tell me what you’re thinking.” His low, demanding
tone brought out goosebumps along her arms and urged her to answer.
Embarrassed, she shook her head and tried to shift away
from him but should’ve known better. She knew enough about Doms to know
they expected an honest answer to posed questions.
“Hope.” Miles tightened his hand on her elbow and
gave her arm a small shake.
Hope didn’t look up at him when she said, “I’m wondering
why the pain doesn’t turn her off.” Or me either.
“It’s easier if you accept some people get off on it, and
some don’t, without trying to explain it or find a good reason for it. If
it works for you, go with it, if it doesn’t, try something else.”
“You make it sound easy.” Doubt colored her tone.
He raised her face with two fingers under her chin.
“It can be, with the right person.”
Dipping his thumb inside her lower lip, he pulled it down, his black
gaze focused on her face as he skimmed over the soft, wet tissues.
Hope imagined him doing the same thing to the sensitive
nerve endings lining her pussy and a curl of want unfurled between her legs.
She swallowed hard before taking a step back. Miles released her lip and took hold of her
elbow again, steering her down the row until they came to a woman gyrating on a
dildo attached in the center of a mechanical vault. The brunette’s soft
mewls and tight grip on the pommel revealed her distress as the Dom standing at
her side flicked a short leather strap on one, bright crimson nipple; the
glistening dampness left on the condom-covered phallus each time she rose up
proved she enjoyed his painful ministrations.
“You’re blushing but imagine how that would feel vibrating
inside you as you bounced on it, maybe with someone slapping your ass as you
ride it.” Miles’ gaze swept down to her chest and she didn’t have to
follow his eyes to know he saw the rigid outline of her painfully erect nipples
through her bra and top. “Are you sure you’ve never submitted before?”
AUTHOR BIO:
I live in the Midwest with my
husband and our two dogs. I love dogs, enjoy spending time with my
daughter, babysitting dogs and kids, reading and working puzzles. We have
traveled extensively throughout the states, Canada and just once overseas, but
I now much prefer being homebody. I worked for a while writing articles
for a local magazine but soon found my interest in writing for myself
peaking. My first book was strictly
spanking erotica, but I slowly evolved to writing erotic spanking romance with
a touch of suspense. My favorite genre to read is suspense.
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