Happy Sinful Sunday to you all, and thanks to
Michelle for letting me ramble on here.
She asked me to tell you what is sinful about my
book…
Hmm, what isn't, would be a more accurate
description, really ;-)
Is there anything more sinful than an escort service aptly named Mr. Satisfaction Guaranteed? I still recall the original spark for the idea behind the series. Hubby and I were sitting in a crowded hospital waiting room, discussing ideas for my books, and he suddenly blurts out, "I think you should do a male prostitute."
*snort*
It cleared the room… Anyhoo, from that spark a
series grew—a very naughty BDSM themed series.
In this installment we have some m/m action and some
m/f/m play, spanking, bondage, and some public exhibition and inappropriate use
of raspberries.
Have I got you intrigued yet?
Mr. Satisfaction Guaranteed releases March 13th
with Evernight Publishing.
Blurb:
Mr. Satisfaction Guaranteed, the card said – what a
pretentious name for an escort.
Still, cancer survivor Natasha has to do something to reclaim her sexuality after her reconstructive surgery, and he comes highly recommended, by her mother no less.
When she meets the experienced Dom, he makes every submissive bone in her body sing, and wish for things that can never be. Or can they? Fantasy fulfillment is all well and good, but she is just another client.
As they test all of her boundaries, will their one night heal her, or break her?
Excerpt:
"I want you
to play, pet. Play, or safe word out. Those are your two options. I suggest you
use them wisely."
The pressure on
her shoulders increased, just enough to get slightly painful, and she took a
deep breath. She could do this. She wanted to really. She ran her fingers over
the keys, the movement so familiar, yet strange after all this time, and she
shut her eyes.
Something
haunting he'd said. How very fitting. Without any conscious thought on her
part, her fingers flew, and she lost herself in the music. Tears gathered and
dropped on her hands, yet still she played, her body swaying with the music. By
the time the last few notes of Chopin's Nocturne in E minor had drifted off
into the ether, she felt at peace. Natasha floated on the high that playing the
piano had used to give her all the time, before her cancer treatment had blown
up her fingers and made playing impossible. She acknowledged the thought, but
caught in her bubble of happiness and achievement, it did not have the power to
hurt her just then.
When she opened
her eyes, it was to find SG watching her. Heat rose in her cheeks, and her cunt
clamped when she realized what she was witnessing.
He was leaning
against the piano, his legs spread wide, and Jonas was giving him head. She
sucked in a breath and hastily pulled her eyes back up to SG's face. He smiled
at her, and against her better judgment her gaze darted downwards. Jonas chose
that moment to come up for air, and her clit clenched in need when she got her
first proper view of SG's cock. Slick from Jonas's mouth it glistened and
quivered. Jonas put one hand on SG's thigh and grasped the other man's heavy
ball sac with the other. Jonas squeezed and then sucked one testicle into his
mouth. SG's groan of pleasure made her breathing hitch. She shouldn’t be
witnessing this moment, but she couldn't drag her gaze away either as Jonas ran
his hand up and down SG's huge cock. Pre-cum leaked on his fingers, the scent
of sex heavy in the air, and Natasha licked her lips. She could almost taste
the spicy, salty essence in the air. SG groaned again, the sound so low and
sexy, moisture trickled past her pussy lips and onto her thighs.
Who'd have
thought that watching two men in action would be such a turn on, let alone that
SG would actually give her that particular fantasy. She could feel his gaze on
her face, on her breasts and lower, scorching her skin as though he was running
his hands over her sweat slicked flesh.
"Touch
yourself for me while you watch, pet. You know you want to. But do not come
without my permission. "
Natasha balled
her hands into fists, horrified to see them in her lap. She seemed to have
spread her legs wide, too, giving SG, and Jonas for that matter, should he
chose to look across, a perfect view of her wet cunt. She should have been
mortified, but instead white hot arousal coursed through her veins. Her
breathing grew heavy in tune with the men, and she ran her fingers through her
wet slit. A moan escaped her lips, as the familiar tingles started. Circling
her clit, she felt it swell under her fingertip, just as SG's cock swelled and
pulsed. Jonas set to work in earnest, and SG grabbed the younger man's hair and
started to fuck his mouth. Faster and harder they all worked together, to reach
the pinnacle. Her fingers fell away as SG came with a roar of completion, and
Jonas's throat worked overtime swallowing down his seed. She was so close, so
goddamn close, but he hadn’t given her permission to come, and she couldn't
push herself over that cliff without it, she just couldn't.
So she stopped,
not daring to move, as the cool air on her swollen folds alone started the
familiar tingles of bliss. She bit her lip, and dug her hands into the leather
of the piano chair. Perspiration broke out all over her body, but somehow she
staved off the impending orgasm.
By the time she
had herself back under control, Jonas had finished licking SG clean. He pulled
the younger man up by his hair and the rough kiss that followed between them
had Natasha teetering on the brink again.
Jonas was
flushed and breathing so heavily his pants filled the still room when SG broke
the kiss. The outline of his erect cock was clearly visible through his fitted
trousers, and Jonas groaned when SG took him into a firm grip through the
fabric.
"Want to
help our boy out here, my pet? I think he deserves a treat, don't you? And as
you've been such a good girl you deserve one, too. Jonas here does wonders with
his tongue." He patted Jonas's head, and the young man colored and bowed
his head in submission.
Natasha couldn't
tear her eyes away from the outline of that erection, and SG chuckled. He
released Jonas who immediately resumed his previous position on the floor. SG
pulled Natasha to her feet so roughly that she would have stumbled, had he not
picked her up and set her on the piano. The keys clanged as her feet settled on
them. Natasha winced at the sound, before his mouth came down hard on hers and
she forgot to think altogether. He tasted just as she imagined he would, raw,
masculine, earthy, with just a hint of Jonas's scent still clinging to his firm
lips. He shifted, and another set of hands spread her thighs wide, before an
extremely skillful tongue delved into her channel, and she screamed into the
kiss SG gave her.
He broke the
kiss and smiled at her, the warm approval in his eyes her undoing.
****
Author Bio:
Glutton for punishment would be a good description
for Doris... at least that's what she hears on an almost daily basis when
people find out that she has a brood of nine children, ranging from adult to
toddler and lives happily in a far too small house, cluttered with children,
pets, dust bunnies, and one very understanding and supportive husband. Domestic
goddess she is not.
There is always something better to do after all, like working on the latest manuscript and trying not to scare the locals even more than usual by talking out loud to the voices in her head. Her characters tend to be pretty insistent to get their stories told, and you will find Doris burning the midnight oil on a regular basis. Only time to get any peace and quiet and besides, sleep is for wimps.
She likes to spin sensual, sassy, and sexy tales involving alpha heroes to die for, and heroines who give as good as they get. From contemporary to paranormal, BDSM to F/F, and Ménage, haunting love stories are guaranteed.
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Thrilled to be here, Michelle:-)
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