If You Dare… – Excerpt

Blurb:

ifyoudare_smShe was bored with her life and sought something more in her relationships. But in the small town of Gideon it was unlikely she’d find it. Barring that, first she had to know what she was looking for. Until the arrival of a hand-delivered invitation to a costume party—an invitation that would change her life. Beneath a full moon on All Hallow’s Eve, he seduced her. Bewitched her. Dominated her. Without uttering a word, he unveiled her deepest desires and darkest needs. He offered her a chance to fulfill her hidden longings—if she dared… It was only the beginning… A moonlit tale of seduction and desire; dominance and submission.

 

EXCERPT:

…Bringing an elegant index finger to her lips, she understood he wanted no conversation. He nodded once. She lowered her head negligibly, indicating she understood. Without thought, she then opened her mouth and sucked the tip inside, between her lips. What she wouldn’t give to replace it with his hard shaft.

She circled her tongue over the pad, teased the hard surface of his nail, wanted it to be the head of his penis. Wanted to circle her tongue along the soft velvety ridge of its head, taste the essence of his pleasure. Waves of lust consumed her at the thought; her pussy clenched on emptiness.

He cupped her jaw with his other hand, caressing, allowing her to suck and tease his finger, drawing it more fully into her mouth. Then slowly he removed it, stroking the side of her face. She sensed his approval and felt pleasure lure her to want more.

He turned her away from him and toward the pond. The civilized world fell away—simply didn’t exist.

He sifted his fingers through her hair, then stroked through it, down along the curve of her back. His touch wooed her and she closed her eyes, concentrating on his hands, his touch, and the cool embrace of the night.

She attempted to turn towards him, wanting to touch him, but firmly he returned her to face the fog-enshrouded pond. Ghostly white fingers seemed to reach out, dancing just above the surface of the silent, rippling water. The soft sweeping waves stroked against the shore, a quiet music to the night, as his hands waltzed slowly along her arms from shoulder to fingertips. She trembled at the heat that sliced through her veins.

She felt his hand at the buttons at the back of her caftan. Felt each one give way. When the last had been undone, slowly he drew the two sides apart and she felt the cool night air against her skin. She should have stopped him. After all, she didn’t know him. As far as she knew she’d never met him before. He was an enticing stranger.

But the titillating excitement of the unknown stopped her. She wouldn’t get a second chance to go back and reclaim lost moments and she wanted to experience this one. She would have no regrets about missed opportunities.

As the gold dress slid from her arms and fell to the ground at her feet, it seemed her own remaining inhibitions followed—and she did not look back. She felt the chill night air feather across her skin. He lifted first one foot and then the other, removing the dress and placing it to the side—soft sound bites of movement.

 

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A View To Possession – Excerpt

SYNOPSIS:

Submissives Aurora and Tad mourn the loss of their beloved mistress.AViewtoPossession_sm Two years after her death, although they have each other and the club that Aurora was left by Mistress Martine, it doesn’t seem to be enough.  Something is missing.  Enter Master Constantine Jardine.

Excerpt:

Con Jardine leaned back against the bar and studied the occupants of the room. For eight weeks he’d been coming here. By now he was familiar enough with the layout and routine of the place. For two years, ever since Martine’s death, he’d kept an eye on the Noir Dance from a distance. She’d been a good friend and he’d made her a promise.

He’d watched the nightclub prosper, seen that Mistress Martine’s two beloved subs did not find themselves in deep water that they couldn’t swim out of. Martine had indicated she wasn’t sure Aurora was up to the demands she had thrust onto her shoulders and was worried about their security and happiness.

 

After finally extricating himself from his own demanding obligations back in New York, and uncollaring the sub who’d been with him for the last three years while he’d been on assignment in New York, he’d made arrangements to travel back to Reno to check firsthand on the pair. It wasn’t that he wouldn’t have brought Ella with him, it’s just that she preferred to stay in New York and not return with him to Nevada. They had parted on amicable terms. He had enjoyed her while they were together, but he wasn’t heartbroken by her decision to remain behind.

Reports from his acquaintances were that this pair was doing fine, but he wanted to see for himself. He felt a responsibility to Martine to personally make sure everything was going well, even though the reports he’d received on the club indicated they were.

At first he’d waited. He needed some space after the last lengthy relationship, time to breathe and get his own affairs in order. Yet something had drawn him to the club, some urgency he hadn’t quite understood. He was glad he had come because on the surface everything proceeded as though Martine still ran the place. But every night, as he watched the pair do their nightly appearance at midnight, that was when he was afforded an opportunity to really study them. And things were not right with them. He sensed the undercurrents of unease.

Over the years, having possessed his own share of slaves and submissives, he knew how to read people. Here were two people playacting, going through the motions, but still grieving for the loss of their domme. Aurora wore the role of mistress well, but behind the mask of domme was a sad, grieving sub who had made a promise to her mistress and was determined to carry it out no matter that her heart and soul lay bruised and unappreciated.

Tad was an intriguing young man, following Aurora around like a little puppy dog, acceding to her wishes, her commands. Con could see he cared for Aurora, but the respectful demeanor of a sub for his domme was not evident. And his gaze often roved over the bar, as though seeking something, someone to fill the void. Martine had said they both required a firm hand and that’s why she had come to Con. She’d worried about them right up until the end. She had contacted Con in desperation.

He could feel the crackle of the letters in his vest pocket. Her last words to them—if they should be needed. After two months of studying them, both here in the club, and as they went about their daily lives, he knew it was time. They were like lost sheep who pretended to know their way. Intelligent and careful, or they would have been gobbled up by the worst element by now, but still lost and in pain. He respected that demeanor of strength. Neither were willing to give up their freedom, or offer themselves to just anyone.

He was the one who could make it right for them. He had exerted patience over the last eight weeks, allowing them to see him, to become accustomed to his presence, to watch him, gauge his suitability. He had never been the kind of dom to force himself on a sub, pushing his control on them. He wanted them to come to him willingly and tonight was the night to make his intentions known with this couple. He would not let Martine down, and he would show this pair they had a new home, a new guide.

The music changed and he glanced down at his watch. It was time for them to make their entrance. He glanced up as the double shiny silver doors at the end of the room opened and the crowd parted and hushed as though on command.

The majority of this goth audience played at bondage, tinkered with it, but were not dedicated to the lifestyle. They were intrigued by the idea of it. Maybe that’s why no one could see through the pair as they performed for the gathering. The dance floor cleared and the pulse of the deep music acted like a trance on the predominately young, wealthy audience. They waited in heightened anticipation, those with partners suddenly locked and touching intimately, the tantalizing anticipation deepening their desires. The perfume of sex and excitement permeating the air, now tinged with the thick, smoky incense filling the room.

And then they appeared.

 

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Delicious Sinn

BLURB:

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Two men, born with a Montana-bred sense of adventure. Neither stays, both leave to make their fortune. Each walked a different line, made different choices. Both ended up in Seattle. One a jaded and scarred rocker with no dreams left; the other a young photo journalist who has a gift for dealing with wild things.

Both men have secrets. But one night’s chance encounter in a Seattle nightclub, will likely change their lives forever….

 

 

EXCERPT:

“What do you think my professions is?” Will responded.

Sinn gazed at him for long moments before answering. “Outdoors. You’re no more a man to sit behind a desk than me. Contractor? Engineer? Architect?” He pulled the hand on his ass around and examined it, even as they continued to sway to the music. He ran his hand over Will’s. He sucked the middle finger into his mouth. It proved another chance to show off his expert sucking abilities to Will. Slowly he pulled the glistening finger from his mouth and again examined it.

“Tanned, callused. But very tasty.” He tilted his head and looked into Will’s eyes. “Nothing soft about you. Not on the outside anyway. You climb rocks, don’t you? You’ve got hands that have done work. They’re used to doing it. And a body chiseled with hard muscle. Got any ideas on what you could do with that wet finger? Seems a shame to waste it.”

“Ah, too quick,” Will said. He tightened the fingers of his other hand around the handmade leather leash. “That’s a privilege you have to earn.”

Sinn quirked a slender blond brow. “Earn it? Exactly how should I go about earning your finger up my ass?”

Will whirled him around the floor as the music segued into some classic oldies. At the head of the playlist appeared to be “Slow Dancing” by Johnny Rivers.

“Oh, I’m sure I can think of some way for you to earn a good reaming.”

Sinn leaned up to kiss him, but Will pulled back. “Ah-ah. Did I say you could kiss me?”

Sinn looked shocked. “You expect me to ask?”

“I take it that’s a first for you. Something tells me you’ve had it pretty easy for a long time. A crook of the finger and men have dropped to their knees for you real easy.”

Something darkened in Sinn’s expression. The look intrigued Will. He saw something there, something that had to do with memories, something deep inside Sinn that he tried to hide. Will wanted it–whatever it was, he was going to peel back the exterior of Sinn Midnite and expose what lay beneath. He already knew some of it, but he planned to make Sinn admit all of it. Will sensed whatever it was, it was the key to the anger threaded through Sinn’s music.

He saw the vulnerability, something else Sinn Midnight kept safely hidden from discovery. He whirled Sinn off the dance floor into a darkened corner, shoving him up against the wall. His balled fist–the one wrapped in leather thong snuggled against the hollow of his throat, slowly rode upward along the curve, nudged beneath the tip of his bearded jaw, leather tangling with the pale hair, forcing Sinn’s head back, and back, stretched taut. Sinn wrapped his hand around Will’s wrist. Will saw desperation, fear…and something else, as Will stared into his widened, dilated gaze.

“When was the last time you were fucked, Sinn? When was the last time you let any of them have you? When was the last time it was you on your knees to someone?”

The look in Sinn’s eyes was now more a trapped animal, than the wild, unfettered thing Will had first encountered on the dance floor.

“Fuck you!” Sinn growled the words. Will tightened his grip on the tether.

“That’s not an answer. And it’s not going to get my cock up your ass. And that’s what you want, isn’t it Sinn? You want my young prick reaming you like you’ve never been fucked before. You’re so tired of the easy conquests. Tired of the fanboys. You want a man–a young one who can go the distance. One to make you feel again–to make you hungry–to make you beg. I wonder why? Why now? Why me? Do you think I can make you beg, Sinn? Tell me that’s what you want, beg me. And maybe I’ll give you exactly what you want–exactly what you need. More than your darkest dreams. Beg me.”

So many things were going on in Sinn’s expression as he stared up at Will. Eyes truly were the mirrors to the soul and right now Sinn’s soul was bared totally to Will’s view. A struggle was going on inside Sinn. A terrible struggle. And Will waited. He had no doubt what the outcome would be, none at all. It seemed he knew Sinn’s heart, his soul, almost as well as his own.
Will had done his homework before coming here tonight. He’d done it well.

He leaned in closer to Sinn. “What do you really want?” he whispered against Sinn’s ear. “Just say it. Admit it. Say the words we both know you want to say.”

Sinn’s lips trembled, a contradiction to the tautness of his body. He would fight it, all the way. But inside, the man’s needs would leverage the outcome. He wanted Will and there was only one way to have him. They both knew what his answer had to be. Sinn was not going to walk away.

“Show me how bad you want it. What would you do to get me to kiss you? What would you do to have me fuck you?”

Slowly he removed his fist from beneath Sinn’s jaw, he unwound the thong, let the end drape down Sinn’s chest. He stepped away. It was now or never. This was the deciding moment. For a full minute Sinn stared at him, eye-to-eye. Then slowly, oh-so-slowly he dropped to his knees.

 

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