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Wordcount: 71,858
Publisher: Evernight Publishing
Genre: BDSM Romance
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BLURB:
Caitlín Turner, 54, goes undercover in the US office of her father's media company when it's discovered someone is stealing photographs and selling them to the opposition.
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When she meets photographer Nick Ralston, 55, with his dominant, forceful personality she unconsciously drops into sub-mode.
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He wants her.
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From the moment he laid eyes on Caitlín he wanted her for his own, the only trouble is she will head back to Australia as8,63 soon as her work in the US is finished.
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Can he convinced her in the short time they have that the two of them were meant to be together or will fate step in to pull them apart?
Be Warned: BDSM, anal sex, group play, sex toys. Domestic abuse.
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EXCERPT:
Early in the afternoon she went into the staff area. After making coffee, she waited on a toasted sandwich to cook for her lunch when Hunter Ralston came in. There was something about him, about the way he held himself. He exuded confidence so much that, as Veronica had remarked, it came across as arrogance to most people. He commanded the room as he took his time making coffee. When he’d finished he turned, leaned against the counter, and took a sip of his drink while looking directly at her. She noticed a thin scar running down his right cheek to get lost in his beard, but it only seemed to enhance his appeal as far as Caitlín was concerned. There was no doubt he was a very handsome man.
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“Well, Red, been a good girl?”
What a strange question? Still, it stirred parts of Caitlín she would rather he didn’t know as she replied, “I have no idea what you mean.”
He laughed and took another mouthful of his drink. She needed to get him to move so she could
rescue her lunch before it burnt.
She pointed behind him. “Excuse me, Sir, I need to check.”
He held his arms wide and with a rather sexy grin said, “Check away.”
Gritting her teeth, she said, “The sandwich press.”
“Sure you wouldn’t rather check me, Red? I give you permission to run your hands over me.”
Caitlín faltered. His words were innocent enough but to a person with her kink it held a much different meaning. That word “permission”—it sang to her. She had to stop herself from dropping to her knees and saying, “Thank you, Sir.” Instead, she adopted what she hoped was a suitably angry glare as she tried to look behind him.
“Ask me to move.” He actually ordered her, not asked.
“Will you please move, Sir?”
He gave a slight bow with his head but now wore a puzzled frown as he stepped to one side. Nervously Caitlín switched off the machine and removed her lunch, placing it on her plate. She was dismayed to see her hands shake as she picked up her coffee and the plate. Hunter still stood there watching her every move like a hawk. She gave a quick glance at him, realizing he still looked a little mystified. I wonder why?
Every part of him now screamed Dom, and she hoped she wouldn’t spill anything as she moved to a chair to eat. She could feel his gaze following her all the way. As she sat, he suddenly turned on his heel and left the room. It felt so empty now he’d gone, Caitlín didn’t know whether to be relieved or dismayed. She sat in the lounge area eating and thinking hard.
Was he or wasn’t he? Maybe he was just the type of man who tried to dominate women without actually being a Dominant. Still, her kinky sense tingled, warning her. The man’s in the lifestyle.
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Beware.
© Suzy Shearer 2023
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BUY LINKS:
Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0CGVR7CZF?
Evernight: https://www.evernightpublishing.com/caitlins-choice-by-suzy-shearer/
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Wordcount: 62,000
Publisher: Evernight Publishing
Genre: BDSM Romance
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BLURB:
Master Nico Morelli, 54, knows most of his friends at the club jokingly refer to him as a wolf. He’s happy accepting the title but deep inside he longs to meet that one woman who would rock his world. A woman who would drop to her knees in submission in the bedroom but outside of it would be his equal.
Divorcee Elizabeth Cook, 53, goes to Silk Rope hoping to discover what’s lacking in her sex life. Instead, she finds a wolf. Frightened by the intensity of her feelings for Nico, she runs, knowing she’ll never see him again.
Be Warned: BDSM, anal sex, public exhibition, sex toys
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EXCERPT:
Before Elizabeth could tell her mouth to be quiet, it answered his question. He dragged her into her office and pushed her against the desk.
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“I want you naked before me. I told you I was going to fuck you the next time I saw you.”
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Surely, he doesn’t mean to have me here? Now?
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“I’ve waited too long for this.” He stared at her face. “Do you want this?”
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This is my chance to say no, to push him away. I should stop him. She stared hungrily at his face. You fool. What did I do? I nodded in agreement. Yikes!
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“Are you certain, mio caro?”
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Another nod, this time more emphatic. Nico reached for her zipper. Elizabeth tried to squirm away but he held her down, unzipped her jeans and pulled them off. Her panties were the next to go.
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“A natural blonde.”
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He smiled at her. Then he picked her up and stood her on the desk, pushing aside the papers on it. Her pussy was at the level of his face and he leaned forward to smell her. Then he pulled her down to her knees and spread her legs apart until Elizabeth was stretched naked before him, her arms tied behind her.
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“This is how I expect you to be when we meet at my home or yours from now on. Your pretty wet cunt on display, ready for me, with your arms behind your back.”
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Elizabeth cried harder now, mainly from anger with herself for not trying to stop him. All the more so because she was aroused and wanted him to do more. Her body kept betraying her every step of the way. Elizabeth couldn’t submit to this man, she couldn’t kneel before him as if he were a king, and yet, with every touch of his hands, her body obeyed. Why aren’t I screaming rape? Shouting for him to stop? Saying no? Instead, I’m accepting it all. It was as if her body gave him consent and at this moment her mind agreed.
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“Hush, little bunny. I promise it will be wonderful for us both.”
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How? How could anything be good when Elizabeth was naked, tied up, and spread on her knees before a stranger who was about to fuck her? She felt his hands untie the shirt, and her hands were free but still she did nothing to stop him. Instead, she caressed him, touched his shoulders, feeling the power under the shirt.
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Then when he kissed her again, she lay one hand on his cheek as he began to kiss the tracks her tears had made on her face. Elizabeth felt a finger rub up and down her slit, then pressed the bead of her clit. She moaned into his mouth, one hand twisting into his hair. She didn’t want to but so help her, it felt wonderful and Elizabeth wanted more.
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He pushed a finger into her oozing pussy and began to hook it to rub her G-spot as his thumb massaged her nub. A second finger slid in, then a third. Oh my, that’s so good. Elizabeth knew she’d come there and then as his fingers began to circle and push on her G-spot.
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Elizabeth felt his mouth on her ear. “Come, my little bunny. Come for me now, I want to see you.”
© Suzy Shearer 2023
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BUY LINKS:
Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Nico-Silk-Rope-Masters-Book-ebook/dp/B0C59MWQBV
Evernight: https://www.evernightpublishing.com/nico-by-suzy-shearer/
Smashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/1393282
Kobo: https://www.kobo.com/au/en/ebook/nico-29
Apple: https://books.apple.com/us/author/suzy-shearer
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