TGIF
Actually since I've been on vacation the last two weeks, I almost forgot it was Friday! So I can't really say TGIF!
For today's little sneak peek here's a snippet from the manuscript I'm currently polishing up and getting ready to submit. It's called Power Exchange:
She awoke to sensation — dark, erotic, electric — her body stretched out on the bed, hands above her head. She sank into the touch of hands, hard but gentle, and Cole’s mouth, warm but greedy, as he kissed and nibbled and sucked.
When she tried to reach for him, hardness bit into her wrists. What the...she jerked her wrists. But to no avail. Her eyes flew open. Her hands were bound by leather cuffs to the headboard behind her. The lamp beside the bed cast a golden glow over the bed, where Cole lay beside her stroking her, kissing her, setting every nerve ending aflame. His dark hair gleamed in the lamplight, his olive skin satiny smooth over big muscles.
“What are you doing?” she demanded, through a tight, dry throat. “Untie me!”
He lifted his head from where he pressed a kiss to her belly and slanted her wicked smile. “No.”
“Cole!”
Fear sizzled over her body, and she yanked at the restraints again, craning her neck on the pillow to look at them. She could not let him do this to her. The idea that he could do anything he wanted to her sent adrenaline surging through her, and oh dear lord, a rush of liquid heat in her pussy.
This could not turn her on. It could not. She was not going to submit like this.
“Carina. Remember...look inside yourself. Be honest with yourself about what you really want.”
“Oh for...I am honest with myself.” Her eyes burned and she blinked back tears of frustration. This was exactly why she hadn’t wanted to go to Le Château — the fear that he was going do something like this, something to force her to see things she didn’t want to see.
For today's little sneak peek here's a snippet from the manuscript I'm currently polishing up and getting ready to submit. It's called Power Exchange:
She awoke to sensation — dark, erotic, electric — her body stretched out on the bed, hands above her head. She sank into the touch of hands, hard but gentle, and Cole’s mouth, warm but greedy, as he kissed and nibbled and sucked.
When she tried to reach for him, hardness bit into her wrists. What the...she jerked her wrists. But to no avail. Her eyes flew open. Her hands were bound by leather cuffs to the headboard behind her. The lamp beside the bed cast a golden glow over the bed, where Cole lay beside her stroking her, kissing her, setting every nerve ending aflame. His dark hair gleamed in the lamplight, his olive skin satiny smooth over big muscles.
“What are you doing?” she demanded, through a tight, dry throat. “Untie me!”
He lifted his head from where he pressed a kiss to her belly and slanted her wicked smile. “No.”
“Cole!”
Fear sizzled over her body, and she yanked at the restraints again, craning her neck on the pillow to look at them. She could not let him do this to her. The idea that he could do anything he wanted to her sent adrenaline surging through her, and oh dear lord, a rush of liquid heat in her pussy.
This could not turn her on. It could not. She was not going to submit like this.
“Carina. Remember...look inside yourself. Be honest with yourself about what you really want.”
“Oh for...I am honest with myself.” Her eyes burned and she blinked back tears of frustration. This was exactly why she hadn’t wanted to go to Le Château — the fear that he was going do something like this, something to force her to see things she didn’t want to see.