7 Days Left!
And in case you haven't checked my 'Bad thing I'm doing' Schedule, here's some of the stops I'll be making to celebrate the release of DCCD:
December 9th Coffee Time Romance Chat with several BDSM authors discussing Real vs Fantasy Doms
December 10th I will be visiting the fabulous Lisabet Sarai while she's a guest here.
December 11th I'll be in The Playroom
December 12th I'll be visiting Forbidden Bookshelves and RomCon's Readerville Amorous Ave Chat
December 13th I'll be at the Kinky Book Reviews blog
December 15h I'll be at the Guilty Pleasures Book Reviews Blog
December 16th to the 18th I'll be taking part in the Stuff Your Stockings Blog Hop
So I might be a bit busy, but there will be some great prizes if you decide to keep me company! :)
And now for what you've all been waiting for! The first reveal of the cover for DEADLY CAPTIVE: Collateral Damage!
_I am so in love with this cover. A big THANK YOU to Fiona Jayde for managing to turn the emotion from the book into a work of art.
This last excerpt is a slightly rougher scene that the previous ones, so please don't read it if you have sensitive triggers. It is by no means the worst scene in the book (not by a long shot) but I thought a little punishment might be good for the impatient ;)
Excerpt from Deadly Captive: Collateral Damage (Click the tiny 'read more'
_ His expression softened, and so did his grip on my neck. He wrapped my wet hair loosely around his hand and pulled me into a solid embrace, planting a rewarding kiss on my passive lips. "You will enjoy being mine, Nicole."
Sure. Until Cyrus decides to take me.
"You will go to him when I tell you to." His lips slid down to my throat where he sucked and bit lightly on my flesh. "To please me."
Oh, twisted. But I could sorta see that being easier. Convince myself pleasing Vince mattered. Play at obedience. Let Cyrus or whoever else fuck me as part of the act.
And all the while, I'd be figuring out how to get Alrik out of here. Before they turned him into someone like Vince.
Too bad I can't save him, too.
"We have a lot of work ahead of us," Vince said in a way that told me he'd probably read that last thought. "Your submission will be real. I won't accept any less."
Whatever. "Can we go see Alrik?"
"Once you're dressed."
Right. I dropped the towel and then grabbed the panties from the top of the pile of clothes.
He shook his head and held out his hand. "I will dress you, pet."
"Like hell you will." My chin jutted up, even as I internally groaned. I'd volunteered for this. I could deal with him giving me to the other men, but him dressing me was too much?
"I don't expect you to like taking orders. You fought long and hard for your independence." His eyes showed a glimmer of sympathy before they hardened. "But you will learn." He pointed at the sink. "Bend over."
I stepped away from him, and the counter. "Why?"
He closed the distance between us, barred his arms across my stomach, and then pushed down on the back of my head until I had to brace my arms on the counter or smash my face. "You know why."
Again? Already? I rested my forehead on the ledge of the sink and opened my thighs hip-width. My face heated up as warmth trickled out, making my pussy wet and ready. Humiliating, but at least it wouldn't hurt. At least it was Vince.
The click of his belt buckle made my insides clench. A wisp of sliding leather and I had to bite back a groan. Any minute . . .
"Count for me."
Swish! CRACK! A stinging thud ripped a scream from my throat. I choked and gasped as I tried to throw myself on the floor.
He gathered my hair in his fist and used it to hold me up. "How many is that?" He gave me a little shake. "How many?"
"One." I whimpered as he stroked my hair, and then ran his hand down my spine and over the blazing flesh of my ass. "But I thought—"
"I was wrong to use pleasure as a punishment. It won't happen again." He patted my butt. "Now, behave or I will bring you to the arena and chain you so all our guests can witness you being disciplined. And it will be much worse, because they pay to hear you scream."
"Arena?" Shudders raked my body, and my knees almost gave out. "There's an arena here? What happens there?"
Even as I asked, the answer presented itself clearly as a headline in my head. Those screaming women. They weren't all teachers. According to Cyrus, there were only five of us.
"Let's make sure you never find out." He stepped back. "Are you ready?"
I gulped, folded my arms on the counter, and then lay my head on them. "I'm ready."
"Good. I'll stop at ten if you don't move."
I closed my eyes.
My hips jumped as I absorbed the pain, but I managed to stay put.
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