Jan 21, 2017 | Bloghop |
It’s #SatSpanks time again, and by now you’ve probably seen me posting teasers of ‘The Dark Forest’ erotic fairy tale anthology on Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram. Well, get ready because there’s only a few days left and then…
…it’s here. The Dark Forest. Seven truly twisted fairytales told as you have never heard them before by seven of your favorite best-selling authors – Zoe Blake, Alta Hensley, Tabitha Black, Maggie Ryan, Addison Cain, Maren Smith, and me!
The Tower is my twisted, modern take on the Rapunzel story with a lot more capture fantasy, and dark / terrible naughtiness, and I think you lovelies are going to enjoy it a lot! Here’s the blurb:
Rebecca ‘Rapunzel’ Sinclair has spent her entire life in The Tower. A forty-two story monument to her father’s tech company where she lives and works, trying to be worthy of Daniel Sinclair’s incredible legacy.
But while her father has kept her sheltered and safe, he has also made enemies, and when one of them rips Rapunzel from The Tower and takes her prisoner she is dropped into a nightmare of pain and pleasure.
There are secrets this damned prince knows, and a dangerous history behind his motivations. As her masked captor works to break her down will she be able to face the darkness in her past, and the dangerous desires she’s discovering inside herself?
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EXCERPT:
Turning she tried to kick at his leg, but he barely grunted and she screamed in frustration as she reached back to dig her nails into his bare hands. Air hissed between his teeth as she tore his skin, but it was pure victory when he released her and she scrambled backwards. Breathing heavily she took in his huge, broad form, knowing that another dash for the doors was useless. “What the fuck do you want from me? Why won’t you just tell me?”
“Haven’t I made it clear?” He tilted that flat, expressionless mask as he looked down at her. “I want to use you to destroy him.”
“I won’t let you. I’m done.”
“You are so blind, Rapunzel.”
“Stop calling me that!” The scream was a combination of all of her rage, her shame, her pain, but he used that moment to lunge forward and grab her arm, hauling her forcibly back into the room. Instead of throwing her to the floor though he turned and lifted her, pinning her to the wall, his body flush to hers.
Forcing a knee between her thighs, he spread her as she tried to push his chest back. “What bothers you so much, Rapunzel? That I call you that, or that daddy wanted to keep you his little princess forever?”
“Fuck off!”
In an instant he cupped her ass and lifted her from the floor, his hips splitting her legs until she had no choice but to wrap them around his waist. The tingling hum at the base of her spine ushered a surge of shame through her system. She was not enjoying this, didn’t want this, she was not –
“Tell me… if I touch you right now, will you be wet?” His voice was a low purr that amplified the sparkling heat inside her and she hated it, hated him, and hated most of all that it was true.
“Let go of me.”
“You’re wet. I know it. You always are for me.” The man leaned forward, brushing the mask across her shoulder as he nuzzled her neck. He took a deep breath against her skin, a groan escaping him as he pressed his hips forward, the growing hardness unmistakable. “You need it as much as I do, princess.”
For a moment her hands were still braced against his chest, trying uselessly to push him away, to ignore his words, but then a thought struck like lightning. Before the fear could stop her, she reached up and ripped the mask over his head in a single, fluid motion. Tawny brown eyes immediately went wide beneath sculpted dark brows. He had the features of an angel, too beautiful to be so evil. A seraph with high cheekbones, the faintest shadow of a beard covering his cheeks sloping towards lips that parted in shock. The mask hung at her side, gripped white-knuckle tight in shaking fingers, as his beautiful face contorted with rage.
He caught her by the throat, slamming her head back against the wall as he snarled. “What the fuck have you done?”
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Exciting, right? There’s more where that came from in my story ‘The Tower’!
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Jan 18, 2017 | Bloghop
I’ve got some great news, #WIP friends! ‘Black Light: Exposed’ is LIVE! This is Book 2 of the Black Light series and it is a deliriously hot BDSM romance, and you might just find your next book boyfriend in the incredibly kinky and dominant Thomas Hathaway. He’s gorgeous, he’s playful, he’s a bit of a sadist, and he’s likely the hottest congressman in the House… trust me, all of the ARC readers couldn’t stop drooling over him, and the reviews are agreeing.
What’s better? It’s FREE on Kindle Unlimited (and just $2.99 otherwise!). Go on, you know you want to 1-click this one!
This scene follows the one from Saturday, right over here, where we got to see Thomas the morning after their session at Black Light. Now, we get to see Maddie’s…
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Sitting in the break room, Maddie picked up her phone again and started a new text: I’m not sure dinner on Wednesday is a good ide-
Backspacing she erased the twelfth attempt at a text to Thomas and slammed her phone down on the table, spearing her salad with an angry fork jab. If she were a decent human being she would cancel the date with him. He was kind, a veritable nice guy, who also happened to be incredibly hot and kinky and everything her darkest fantasies had ever dreamed up. Maddie groaned to herself. Representative Thomas Hathaway, democrat from New York, did not deserve to be used like some cheap ticket.
How are you supposed to get back inside Black Light without him?
Right. That was the issue, because there was no way she could get past Danny Security again, and the likelihood of getting another savior was slim to none.
Do you even want someone else?
She growled under her breath, stabbing another bite of salad to shove in her mouth so she wouldn’t start cussing, because she didn’t want anyone else. If it were a perfect world she would have met Thomas in a normal way, and there’d be no complications in trying out everything hidden in that club buried underneath Runway. No issues with having dinner on Wednesday. No problems except for the normal ones, but life seemed to take great joy in screwing her over.
As if the gods were listening, her phone buzzed with a text message, but it wasn’t Thomas this time – it was Antoine from the Post. Fuckity fuck. All it said was ‘call me’.
Swallowing her last bite of food she took a sip of her diet coke and pressed the call button. It rang twice before Antoine answered, “Hey, Maddie.”
“Hey! How is everything?” she tried to sound peppy, but he didn’t return the favor.
“Listen, I want to help you out, but you’ve got to give me something. They’ve filled the other open position, and I can’t stall on the last one forever. You either have a story, or you don’t.”
“I’m working on one, right now, and it’s going to be big, I swear.” Maddie put her forehead in her hand, feeling the guilt twist a little further.
“You’ve been telling me that for weeks. I’m not just being an asshole, you wouldn’t be able to pull this if you worked here either. Can you at least give me an outline?” Antoine was trying to help her out, and she knew it, but she also didn’t want to hand the story over to him. They were only friends, acquaintances really, and she couldn’t trust him with something this big.
It had to be hers.
“I’m still researching, but I have a way into the place now. I’m gathering names and details, and I swear it will be a big story.”
“Maddie…” He sighed. “You know I believe in you. The first time we met I told you that I saw the spark in you, that hunger for a good story. You could be a great reporter if you just get after it. Pound the pavement, do the grunt work, get –”
“I am, Antoine! And it’s kind of hard to do this without any support, you know? I’m the one that caught onto this thing, I’m the one that’s spent weeks pounding the fucking pavement, as you say, to get the details on this story. I just got a break in it last night, and I’ll get you the story, I just need time!” She’d raised her voice, and she felt bad about it, but her heart was racing. It felt like her dream of working at the Washington Post was dangling by a slowly unraveling thread, and Antoine was holding a pair of scissors ready to just cut it completely.
Silence reigned for a moment, and she thought about apologizing for her outburst, but he spoke first. “Alright. Shit, Maddie, I want you to work here, but you’ve got no experience and I’m putting my neck out anyway. This better be a fucking amazing story, got me?”
“It is, I swear. I swear to you, it’s got front page written all over it.” Relief washed through her, and she found herself nodding at the coke machine as if Antoine could see her.
“Okay, just give me a hint. What’s the subject matter?”
“Sex,” she said it softly, a blush creeping into her cheeks as she remembered the feeling of Thomas’ hand between her legs, the delirious orgasm he’d pulled from her with expert skill.
“Sex always sells. I’m assuming there’s a politician involved?”
“More than one.” Her blush went full crimson, the heat in her cheeks almost uncomfortable.
“Well, well, well, that does sound like a good story, Maddie.” Antoine blew out a breath and she could hear him shuffling papers. “How long do you need?”
“Another week or two.”
“You’ve got it, but you owe me. Bring me something hot and the job is yours.”
Hope filled her up from the inside, crushing the guilt to a pinpoint. “Thank you, Antoine. Seriously, thank you. I won’t disappoint you, I promise.”
“I look forward to hearing more about it. Email me an outline as soon as you can.”
“Definitely.”
“Bye, Maddie.” He hung up before she could say goodbye in return, but it didn’t matter. She had his attention again, and assurance that the job was hers. By next month she’d be a reporter at The Washington Post, and she’d be out of Daily Saver D.C.’s dimly lit offices forever.
Cradling the phone in her hand she pulled up Thomas’ text message again: ‘Just checking to make sure you got home alright. Looking forward to Wednesday night.’
Taking a deep breath she replied: ‘Thanks! I did, sorry I didn’t text last night. Wednesday works great, where did you want to meet?’
She cleaned up her lunch and tossed the remnants in the trash, refilling her water bottle before she headed back to her desk. It hadn’t been more than a couple of minutes when her phone buzzed with a text from Thomas: ‘Fiola at 8:00. I’m glad you messaged, I was starting to worry you’d changed your mind.’
“If only you were that lucky,” Maddie mumbled under her breath, but it only took another thought of standing in the Washington Post offices to get her fingers moving again. It was wrong, but her dreams were so close, so fucking close.
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Jan 14, 2017 | Bloghop |
We’re back on #SatSpanks and I’m SO EXCITED because today I don’t just get to tease you… I get to deliver! ‘Black Light: Exposed’ is LIVE! This is Book 2 of the Black Light series and it is a deliriously hot BDSM romance, and you’re probably going to find your next book boyfriend in the incredibly kinky and dominant Thomas Hathaway. He’s gorgeous, he’s playful, he’s a bit of a sadist, and he’s likely the hottest congressman in the House… trust me, all of the ARC readers couldn’t stop drooling over him.
What’s better? It’s FREE on Kindle Unlimited (and just $2.99 otherwise!). Go on, you know you want to 1-click this one!
In this snippet I wanted to let you lovelies see things from Thomas’ point of view. This is just after their first night at the club, and he’s back at work in his office, but there’s only one person on his mind this morning – Maddie O’Neill.
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“So, you’ve got that meeting with Congresswoman Taylor at 9:30, then the waterworks brunch at 10:00, which you will be late for,” Alan glanced up at him from his notepad, and Thomas just shrugged. “I was able to get Donna Mueller for noon, but I know that’s two –”
“I won’t eat at both, Alan, don’t worry.”
With a slight smirk, his assistant returned to his list, scratching something off with a pen. “Then you’re in committee meetings from 1:30 to 4:30, and there’s the cocktail reception for the Carrindi Foundation at 6:00.”
“Did I agree to go to that?”
“You told me to RSVP last month.”
“Are you sure?” Thomas groaned and took a long drink of his coffee. “I’m pretty sure I wouldn’t have –”
“You said RSVP, and I did, and I got your tux cleaned on Friday for it, so you’re going.” Alan gave him a serious look, and then waved his hand to the side. “Honestly, if you didn’t want to go, why did you agree to it?”
“I probably did want to go then, but now I’m tired.”
“Too bad, you’re going. You already paid for a plate.” His assistant ticked off another thing on his list.
“Wait, I’m paying to go to this thing I don’t want to go to?”
“Yes.”
“You should go instead of me. Rub elbows, enjoy the drinks and the food. I already paid after all.” Flipping over his cell phone he checked again for a text, but the only person he’d received one from was his brother back in New York asking about their father’s birthday.
“If only I were three inches taller and had your shoulders.” Alan gave him a smart-ass smile, and Thomas raised his eyebrows at him. With a sigh, Alan dropped his hands to his sides. “You’re going, Congressman Hathaway.”
“First of all, you know to call me Thomas, and second of all, I seem to remember being your boss, and not the other way around?”
“Whatever makes you feel better. I snagged you some fruit and a bagel, whole wheat, low-fat cream cheese, it’s on your filing cabinet because there wasn’t a single inch of desk space visible.” Alan headed towards the door.
“Wait, I need dinner reservations for two on Wednesday night. Around eight. Somewhere nice, alright?”
His executive assistant froze in place and turned to face him. “Do I get to ask questions about this?”
“Not at all, Alan.”
There was blatant curiosity on the young man’s face, but after two and a half years of working together, Alan knew when he could push his luck, and when he couldn’t. “Alright, I’ll get you reservations, but your scary glare doesn’t work on me, remember? It’s why you keep me around.”
“Right. Thank you, Alan.” He couldn’t help but smile as his assistant shrugged and pulled his door closed behind him. Spinning around in his chair he found the little plate of food next to a stack of files that he really needed to sort through so he could find them again. If he asked Alan to do it, they’d be put in some kind of alphabetical order that he’d never be able to remember.
Stabbing a piece of pineapple with a fork he took a bite and continued through his email, making notes on where different people stood on various discussions happening on the hill. It was a few minutes after nine when he felt his iPhone vibrating on his desk.
Jaxson Davidson.
Again.
Thomas answered and tucked the phone against his cheek so he could continue working before his first meeting showed up at 9:30. “Good morning, Jaxson.”
“Avoiding my calls, or just pretending to be a busy, important politician, Thomas?”
“Being an asshole on purpose, or just for the usual reasons?” He smiled as he heard Jaxson’s heavy exhale on the other end of the line.
“You were at the club last night.” There was an odd note in the other man’s voice, and he could feel a headache coming on before their discussion even started.
“Yes, I was.”
“With a girl.”
“Why, yes, with a girl. I don’t bat for both teams, remember?” His chuckle died on his lips when the frustrated growl that Jaxson returned rumbled over the line.
“I remember, and I still don’t care, asshole. How exactly do you know this Madeline O’Neill girl?”
“Why do you ask?”
“Because she gave my name to Daniel at the security desk in the locker room and said that I was the one to invite her.”
“Ah.” Thomas couldn’t help but smile. Maddie was a naughty girl, and she probably had no idea just how poor of a choice that was. If there was one thing Jaxson hated, it was someone dropping his name without permission.
Perhaps that could be their next corrective discussion.
“Ah? That’s all you have to say? This girl of yours shouldn’t be using my –”
“Stop.” He used the commanding tone automatically. “First of all, she’s not mine, I met her last night.”
“What the fu–”
“And second of all,” Thomas interrupted before Jaxson could go on a rant, “Maddie was just curious about the club. She’d heard about it from a friend and she showed up. Her choice of listing your name was bold, but I dealt with it.”
“You dealt with it? What the fuck, Thomas? We can’t just have a bunch of people wandering into Black Light! It’s supposed to be private, secure. That’s the entire fucking point.” The growl in his friend’s tone spoke of his frustration, but he just shrugged and replied to an email as he talked.
“Look, it’s not my fault someone talked to her about it, but I’m just glad I was the one to meet her, and the club needs more single subs anyway. You told me the lack of pick-up play would change, but it’s been over a month and Maddie is only the second one I’ve seen.”
There was a grumble on the other end of the line, and then the silence stretched. Not in a rush to continue the argument, Thomas used the time to finish his reply on the email and click send. He took a bite of his bagel as he waited for Jaxson to decide if he wanted to argue or crawl back into bed with his lovers. “Fine. So you dealt with it.”
“I punished her appropriately for trying to get into the club without an invitation, and potentially putting herself at risk by waltzing in with the first Dom to offer to pay for her guest pass.”
“Yeah, she could have done better.”
“Kindly go fuck yourself, Jaxson.”
“I don’t have to, remember? I’m well taken care of, and I’m more concerned about all of your pent up frustrations.” There was humor back in his friend’s voice, and Thomas knew the potential fight had been diffused, which was good for him – and good for Maddie. Jaxson was not an enemy she needed to make. “So, you said we needed more single subs. Is this Madeline O’Neill single?”
“I have a date with her on Wednesday night.”
“Is that a no?”
“It’s an I don’t know. Nothing is set in stone.” Thomas rolled his eyes at the question. She hadn’t even texted him back yet after all.
Maybe she’s backing out of the whole thing.
“Then if she shows back up at the club, I should tell Daniel to let her in? Let her test drive someone else? You did say we needed more single –”
“I’d prefer if she didn’t play with anyone else before Wednesday, but she’s an adult. She can do what she likes.” Hitting the enter key a little too hard on the email he was writing, he felt the tension in his shoulders as he imagined someone else with their hands on Maddie.
It had only been one play session, but she was spinning circles through his mind. Every moan, every whimper, every shift of her body playing on repeat. He wanted his hands on her again, wanted to make her come again, he wanted to do so many things with her. Dammit. His cock was getting hard just remembering her and that was the last thing he needed before a meeting.
You don’t have any right to feel possessive right now, rein it in.
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Oh, we all know that Thomas isn’t going to be able to rein it in for long. He’s got it bad for Maddie already, even if he doesn’t know it yet, but there’s still so much more to come in this incredibly hot book! >>> 1-click it now
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Jan 11, 2017 | Bloghop
It’s time for #WIP again, even though I was too late to sign up! I’m still sharing snippets of ‘Black Light: Exposed’ which is actually the 2nd book in the Black Light series, but it can be read as a standalone. The first one by Livia Grant, ‘Black Light: Rocked’, came out in December so you can still dive into this kinky underground BDSM club before Exposed comes out on Saturday, January 14th!
‘Black Light: Exposed’ follows Madeline “Maddie” O’Neill, an aspiring reporter, who stumbles onto the story of a lifetime when she discovers the Black Light BDSM club hiding beneath popular Washington, D.C. hotspot Runway. Thomas Hathaway, a congressman, is there to play but he “rescues” her from security by buying her a guest pass before they kick her out. Let’s just say this BDSM romance has some fireworks in it, and Maddie will have some tough choices to make between her dreams and her heart before it’s over.
In this scene, Thomas has Maddie tied over a chair and he just finished spanking her. Enjoy this delicious, extended sneak peek of the book before it goes live on Saturday!
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Thomas slipped his hand between her thighs, cupping the evidence of her arousal as he applied the barest hint of pressure to her clit. The shock of it pulled the brake on her thoughts, shifting gears to the thrumming heat inside her, the pulse of desire that beckoned her ever closer to the darkness all around her. Maddie pushed her hips forward, seeking a little more, and she knew that the story wasn’t the only reason she was bent over this chair. No, she’d let him tie her down because some piece of her wanted this, wanted more than what she knew, and he seemed more than willing to give it to her. “Please, sir…”
“Please what?” he asked, his hand staying still against the damp fabric of her underwear as she rocked more urgently against his touch.
“Please touch me!” It was begging, something she would have never have imagined herself capable of, but her mind was spinning out of her control, and her nerves were a network of need that she knew instinctively Thomas Hathaway could satisfy.
“Oh, no. Not yet.” He pulled his hand away and she actually whined, twisting against the rope and shifting her weight from heel to heel in a miniature fit. The dark tone in his voice instantly quieted her, “You know the deal, Maddie. Naughty girls don’t get rewards, they get punished. Then, if they’re very, very good, they get a reward.”
The next swat from his hand was so loud it seemed to bounce back off the ceiling, and she tried her best to swallow the shout as the full outline of his hand burned to life atop the still aching skin.
“Are you going to be good and take your punishment for lying to me? For trying to get into Black Light without any kind of real invitation?” She could hear the slightly playful tone in his voice, but deep inside her guilt twisted like a knife. Thomas thought he was punishing her for just sneaking in because she wanted to play at the club, when the reality was so much worse.
Maddie nodded her head, the fiery red of her hair probably competing with the shame-filled crimson of her cheeks. At least he can’t see that. “Yes, sir.”
“Good girl. Remember your safe words.”
There was no warning except the barest whisper of leather cutting air, and then a line of molten fire landed across both cheeks of her ass. She screamed, digging her nails into her palms as the pain peaked and then faded into the burning heat. ‘Red’, danced on the tip of her tongue, some part of her brain desperately enacting a fight or flight instinct urging her to shout it, but instead she clenched her jaw tight. Another lash from the leather, either a belt or a strap like he’d said, and the pain was unlike anything she’d ever felt. Sharp, unforgiving for a moment, and then it would fade and she would suddenly gasp in air.
Again.
And again.
And again, and again, and again.
Somehow always on a new place, a little higher, or a little lower, and she would cry out, but she knew she deserved it. She quietly begged him to stop, but there was no sincerity to the words. She knew she deserved the pain that had her so tense she was scratching furrows into her palms with her nails. There was no way she’d speak the words he’d given her to really stop this.
She didn’t deserve them, didn’t need them.
It was an unvocalized apology for using him like she was. Using him to gain entrance to this place, using him to lie her way past all of their elaborate security, and using him to explore this new, dark place inside herself that was steadily tipping her from the agonizing pain into some kind of humming energy.
There were tears on her cheeks, capturing strands of her hair against her cheeks. Her breathing had been ragged at first, but it was calming, and as the next strike landed she felt the burning heat of it, the flash of pain, but it faded so quickly into the blur of sensation that she almost couldn’t track it.
Another crack of the leather, another distant sting, and Maddie was floating somewhere outside herself. Somewhere the guilt was but a tiny blip in the sea of her mind. It was glorious, and quiet, and so much simpler than the chaotic torrent her brain was on a daily basis.
This is incredible.
The first lash across the backs of her thighs, just below her ass, made her lift her head, a quiet yelp of pain, but then she was limp again. A soft, low sound escaping her lips, and she couldn’t imagine using a safe word any more. Why had she ever wanted to escape this? It was catharsis embodied. It was perfect.
She just needed it to continue, to keep going. To wait in this place where her body was a lightning storm of tingling energy, where her mind was hushed and guiltless and free.
Another snap that she heard rather than felt, and she was warm and glowing through and through.
“Such a good girl, you’re such a good girl, Maddie…” Thomas’ voice filtered its way back into her awareness, and then she felt his hand between her thighs again. Rubbing, pressing the soaked fabric of her lacy underwear between her folds as he found her clit and focused his attention in delirious circles that had her hands twisting in the ropes again.
“Oh, God,” she whispered on a moan, arching her back to lift her head and push back more firmly against his touch. Her head was swimming, so close to some kind of glorious, sparkling horizon, as the tense pleasure built and built. Every touch was expert, and when his other hand landed in the small of her back, pressing her down, she reveled in it. In his strength, the wicked rhythm his fingers maintained on the focal point of her body, and the constant assurances he voiced from behind her.
“That’s it. You did so well, come for me, beautiful. Go on, let go and come for me. You did so well, you’re such a good girl…” His sweet lies pushed her to the very edge, the pleasure building until it was an almost agonizing boundary that she teetered over, her body tense to the point of pain – and then she fell.
White light burst behind her eyes, and she called out something incomprehensible as she came against his hand, every thought obliterated once more for a blissful moment of nothingness where she drifted in warm, golden perfection.
Bliss.
This was what that word meant. Languid, pure, unfettered by the bounds of reality.
Thomas’ touch left her a moment later and she felt lost for a second, confused, until she felt his deft, talented fingers at the rope near her hands. He released her and then his arms were under her, lifting her like she weighed nothing before he spun them and settled her in his lap in the chair. His strong arms wrapped around her, holding her firmly until she melted against his firm chest. Cool cloth brushed over her skin and she opened her eyes to see that he’d covered her with his suit jacket, the silk lining set against her. “Shhh, Maddie. Relax. That was… incredible.”
She mumbled something in agreement as he adjusted her in his lap and pulled her closer, letting her heels drape over the side of the chair.
“You are so beautiful,” his voice purred against her hair and she let herself just be. All of the pieces of herself, the parts that were usually in such a frenzy reminding her of her never ending to-do list, her failures, her mistakes – they were all hushed and calm. Sated beasts sleeping in the corners of her mind.
For a few minutes she wasn’t the disappointment she always saw herself as, she was just Maddie. Just a languid set of muscles, and bone, and still tingling nerves wrapped in his warmth.
If only the world would really fall away.
Awareness returned slowly, first with the steady brush of his thumb up and down her arm, the gentle touch of his hand near her knee where he held her in his lap. Then the strong, pounding beat of his heart under her cheek. Even and powerful. When she went to shift she felt the other strong thing nudging her… Thomas Hathaway was still hard as a rock under her ass.
Twisting in his arms, he relaxed his grip a little so she could move, but as soon as she reached between them to brush the steel of his cock through his pants he moved his arm from under her legs and caught her hand. “Just rest, Maddie.”
“But you’re –”
“Fine. I’m just fine, I want you to relax. That was intense, and I’m not sure I’ve ever had a sub drop into subspace so quickly from a belt.” He laughed and it was a warm, shaking feeling since she was propped against his chest. “You kind of surprised me.”
“Subspace?” she asked, still a little dazed.
He leaned forward to look at her, his hazel eyes shadowed with concern. “Has no one ever put you in subspace before?”
The blush that fired to life in her cheeks seemed to answer for her. “Thomas, I –”
“Oh, Maddie… that’s…” He sighed. “It’s terrible that no one’s taken care of you. You deserve so much more.” His interruption cut off her confession, and she bit down on her lip. He was too good. Too good to have stumbled into her twisted plans. “Masochists don’t always get treated well, but you deserve that. You know that, right? You deserve to be treated well?”
Her brows pulled together, because that was a word she definitely knew. Masochists were people who liked pain, but that wasn’t her. She wasn’t messed up like that… right?
“Madeline.” His use of her full name made her look up into his gaze, shifting in his lap until they were almost eye-to-eye. “Just because you enjoy this, doesn’t mean you don’t matter. People can’t just take advantage of you, and you can’t let them. Okay?”
“Okay.” She nodded, still unsteadied by everything that had happened, and then she cursed herself silently. “I mean, yes sir.”
Thomas chuckled. “Play is over, beautiful. You can just call me Thomas.”
“Alright, Thomas.” Maddie went to get off his lap, but he tugged her back.
“You don’t have to get up, I’m enjoying holding you. Aftercare is one of my favorite parts of play.” He leaned his cheek against her hair, hugging her against him once more. “Has no one done this for you either?”
“No,” she confessed, but when he sighed and held her a little closer she flinched. Aftercare? She didn’t even know what the fuck that was. No one had ever done any of this, any of it, because she was pretending to be someone she wasn’t – or she was discovering something she was for the first time – or she’d lied so thoroughly the whole damn night she couldn’t tell anymore – but regardless, she didn’t deserve this kindness. This warmth, this generosity. Not from someone like him.
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Ohhhh, lovelies, I’m so happy to have this be the last snippet before the book goes live. I’ll still be giving you little tastes over the next few blog hops, but this defines Thomas and Maddie’s budding relationship. She’s working on the article, he’s working on protecting and learning about the new sub he’s found – and neither of them really know what the hell is going on. This is a book I’m so proud of, and I really can’t wait for you all to read it. The ARC readers have loved it! Check out the cover reveal if you haven’t yet, and then make sure you’re watching social media for the go-live announcement on Saturday!
A few exciting announcements… after ‘Black Light: Exposed’ comes out on January 14th, ‘The Dark Forest’ anthology of dark and twisted fairy tales will come out on January 24th. It’s already live for pre-order, and there’s a contest to win a $50 gift card over here. Go ahead and pre-order that naughtiness (that I was teasing before Exposed, it’s my dark and intense version of Rapunzel called ‘The Tower’), and enter the contest too! THEN – just because I’m completely insane – I’ll be releasing a story in the ‘Black Light: Valentine Roulette’ anthology, which will be out on 2/9. That story is also complete now, and I’ll be posting little snippets of it soon. As you can tell, I’ve been very busy, but I do hope you lovelies will enjoy everything. It’s been a lot of work, but I love this.
In the mean time, check out these other bloggers below (who responsibly signed up for WIP in time!).
Jan 7, 2017 | Bloghop |
Hello, #SatSpanks lovers! I’m still sharing snippets of ‘Black Light: Exposed’ which is actually the 2nd book in the Black Light series, but it can be read as a standalone. The first one by Livia Grant, ‘Black Light: Rocked’, came out in December so you can still dive into this kinky underground BDSM club without having to wait until January 14th!
‘Black Light: Exposed’ follows Madeline “Maddie” O’Neill, an aspiring reporter, who stumbles onto the story of a lifetime when she discovers the Black Light BDSM club hiding beneath popular Washington, D.C. hotspot Runway. Thomas Hathaway, a congressman, is there to play and he “rescues” her from security by buying her a guest pass before they kick her out. Let’s just say this BDSM romance has some fireworks in it, and Maddie will have some tough choices to make between her dreams and her heart before it’s over.
In this scene, Thomas has just tied Maddie over a chair and he’s getting ready to spank her. But now that he’s got her tied down, he wants some answers from our naughty little undercover reporter…
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“I’ve got some questions for you, Maddie.” He stood, withdrawing his touch as he walked around the chair to where she couldn’t see him.
“Questions?” she asked. Wasn’t she supposed to be asking the questions?
“Yes.” Thomas’ voice was a low rumble behind her, and then the sharp sting of a spank landed on her ass. It shocked her more than it hurt, but she still gasped loudly and pulled against the rope. “Keep your heels on the floor, beautiful, and listen to me.”
“Okay.” She nodded and then another swat landed, a little harder. “I mean, yes, sir!”
“That’s a good girl.” He had a smile in his voice. “Let’s get you warmed up.” He began to spank her, sharp stings followed by warm heat that bloomed over her skin. Never truly painful, but always a shock that made her push up onto her toes before she forced her heels to press back into the carpet.
The three-inch lift from her shoes seemed to have her ass at the perfect height for him to pepper every inch of her skin, and he did. Starting out slow, with a breath or two between each smack, but then they grew faster. More intense, until the stings started to overlay one another and she knew she was squirming, tugging against the rope that slid like silk across her wrists without giving an inch. Murmuring incoherent pleas that she bit down on, because she knew he was being gentle, that the teasing burn he was building was nothing more than that – a tease.
Because she’d had spanks like this before, and she wanted to know what came next.
“There.” He stopped, running his hand over the warm skin of her ass, and she could feel the low heat in it as he squeezed. “So beautiful… all pink and ready to play. Are you ready, Maddie?”
The bravery came from some dark, hungry place inside her, but she nodded and pushed her voice to give more than a whisper. “Yes, sir.”
“Alright, now tell me the truth. Were you invited here tonight?”
“Yes, sir.” A hard spank landed on her right cheek, and she cried out as the shock made her gasp. “What the –”
“Want to try that again? Remember, honesty is important.” His hand brushed over the place he’d just struck, and she shivered. “Were you invited here tonight, Maddie?”
“Yes, sir.” She lied again, and this time the swat to her other cheek was even sharper. It was a burst of fiery sting that made her bounce her hips trying to settle it, and if her hands hadn’t been bound she would have reached back to soothe the skin.
Thomas leaned over her back, the brush of his shirt across her ribs making her shiver. “See, I don’t think that’s true, beautiful. It’s in the rules that any member bringing a guest has to be present. So, either your friend broke the rules and didn’t meet you, or you heard about this place from someone who should not have been talking about it and you tried to come in on your own.” He pressed an all-too-gentle kiss to her ribs, and she drew in a shuddering breath as her nerves ramped up. “And I sincerely doubt that anyone would invite you and then not be here to play with someone so impeccably beautiful. So… which is it?”
Shit. Shit. Shit.
“Maddie?” His voice had that edge in it again, that chastising tone that made her want to apologize for things she couldn’t possibly admit.
“You’re right, I, um, I heard about it, but I can’t tell you their name. It’s my fault, not theirs… sir.” Another lie, but this was one she hoped he’d believe.
“So, you planned to just come in here and… what? Offer yourself to the first Dom that wanted to play?” He delivered a hard spank to the place where her ass met her thighs and it hurt even more, forcing her up onto her toes before she dropped her heels again.
She nodded, agreeing to the lie. “Yes! Yes, sir. I just wanted to see it.”
Thomas laughed low, standing up behind her. Another hard swat, but she gritted her teeth to stifle the whine. “You’ve been a very naughty girl, Maddie… and while I’m very glad I was the one to find you, I don’t like it when subs lie to me, and I like it even less when they put themselves at risk. Anyone could have offered to let you in.”
“I’m sorry, sir.” Not a lie. Guilt surged inside her, and she felt bad for continuing to lie, but there was no way out now. She was in, she’d already seen one senator embroiled in this devious little underground sex club, and where there was one – there had to be more. A whole new, exciting layer to the Jaxson Davidson scandal.
It had front page written all over it.
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I think Maddie might be getting more than she bargained for when she agreed to play with Thomas, but as she dives into the kinkier side of life this reporter is going to get a hell of a lot more than a story. The book should be LIVE this time next week, so don’t miss it! In the mean time, check out these other authors below!
Jan 4, 2017 | Bloghop
We’re officially back in 2017 with the #WIP Wednesday bloghop, and it’s all thanks to Meredith O’Reilly! I’m still sharing snippets of ‘Black Light: Exposed’ which is actually the 2nd book in the Black Light series, and the first one by Livia Grant, ‘Black Light: Rocked’, came out in December so you can dive into this kinky underground BDSM club without having to wait until January 14th!
‘Black Light: Exposed’ follows Madeline “Maddie” O’Neill, an aspiring reporter, who stumbles onto the story of a lifetime when she discovers the Black Light BDSM club hiding beneath popular Washington, D.C. hotspot Runway. Thomas Hathaway, a congressman, is there to play and he “rescues” her from security by buying her a guest pass before they kick her out. Let’s just say this BDSM romance has some fireworks in it, and Maddie will have some tough choices to make between her dreams and her heart before it’s over.
In this scene, Maddie and Thomas are about to play for the first time. But it’s all just research for the story, right?
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Stepping behind her Thomas pulled her back to reality as he brushed his hands across her shoulders, down her arms, before transferring them to her waist. He settled his grip at the swell of her hips, pulling her firmly back against him, and there was no mistaking the erection pressing against her ass. “We’re going to use the club’s safe words, Maddie. Yellow if you want me to slow down, and red if you want me to stop. I will always respect them and listen for them, and I want you to repeat them for me so I know you remember them.”
There was a buzzing in her ears, an intense rush in her bloodstream that made it hard to focus, but she managed it as she shifted her hips against him to the rhythm of the low music. “Yellow if I need you to slow down, red if I want you to stop.”
He stilled her movements with a groan, digging his fingers more firmly into her hips. “You will not hesitate to use them. Promise me.”
“I promise.” She gasped as he slid one of his hands up her stomach to tease the underside of her breast through the infuriating barriers of the dress and bra. “Sir,” she added and he pressed his hips more firmly against her.
At least she wasn’t the only one drawn tight by their tempting discussion and the orchestra of sex around them.
“I want this dress off, are you okay removing it?” He barely finished speaking before she dropped her little purse to the floor and started reaching back for the zipper. With a soft chuckle he brushed her hands away and began to slide it south.
It was agonizingly slow, his knuckles brushing each newly bared inch of skin, and there was static electricity rushing through her in his wake. Finally, he nudged the shoulders of the dress forward and she pulled them down, letting the fabric fall to pool at her heels.
“Step out,” he commanded, and she did, his touch grazing her ankles as if he were ready to steady her in case she lost her balance. Such a tiny gesture, but it caught her attention in the oddest way. Nothing had ever been like this, no one had ever been like this. Making her somehow feel important moments after she’d met them. Feeling special, protected, even though she was in a room full of people who were now seeing her in her favorite bra and panty set.
Thank God I did laundry, she thought to herself as his fingers trailed up the outsides of her calves, her thighs, her hips, her waist, and then he cupped her breasts and pulled her back to his chest. She felt the buttons on his shirt, the strained fabric of his pants in front of his hard cock, and her body responded instantly. A surge of wetness between her thighs, her pussy slick with need, urging her forward with the pounding beat of her heart. Urging her to dive in to whatever he had planned.
“You are so gorgeous,” he whispered directly into her ear. One hand roaming lower over her soft belly, the curve of her waist, and then squeezing in at the hips she always complained were too wide – and yet, against him she believed his words. Not too pale, too curvy, too speckled by freckles, but gorgeous. “Are you blushing for me, Maddie?”
He nudged her hair away from her neck, leaving chaste kisses across the flesh leading down to her shoulder. With a quieted moan she arched against him and nodded. “Yes, sir.”
A low groan thrummed against her back, the rumble of it felt by her ribs. “Bend forward, arms outstretched to the other side of the chair.”
She followed his direction, pressing her hips against the arm of the chair and reaching to the other side. Thomas ran his warm hand over the swell of her ass, toying with the edge of her underwear. Then he spanked her, a sharp sting that made her jump, but she returned her hands to the other arm of the chair quickly.
“What did you forget, beautiful?”
“I don’t know,” she breathed, so beyond aroused that she was struggling to think straight. Fuck the story for the moment – this was intense, kinesthetic, experiential research.
“Whenever I give you a command, let me know you’ve heard it by saying ‘yes, sir’, alright?” There was infinite patience in his voice, and she nodded as she looked down at the dark brown leather of the chair’s seat.
“Yes, sir.”
“Mmmm, I do love the way that sounds when you say it.” Thomas Hathaway, her tall, gorgeous, incredibly hot savior ran his hand over the place he’d just swatted, squeezing the flesh in a firm grip. “Stay right here, do not move. I’m getting something to tie you up with.”
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Purrrrrrr… I want a kinky congressman of my very own! The good news is you lovelies will have this book in just a couple of weeks! My editor is looking over it again, my friend is working on the cover design, and I’ll be sharing that soon! Watch for the cover reveal, and in the mean time look at these other snippets below on the #WIP Wednesday blog hop!
