Here is the blurb:
Neeve doesn't understand why any normal
person would choose to wear a collar, like a common house pet. So, the collaring
ceremony of her best friend's sister in law is the last place she wants to be,
even if the hot men watching her send her insides aflame.
Never one for missing the opportunity to
teach a bratty sub manners, Grisha intends to show the fiery little redhead the
error of her ways. He doesn't expect to see her drawn to the flame like the
proverbial moth. When she hurts herself in ways that even a Dom of his
experience finds hard to witness, he knows he needs to help her.
Will their sexual chemistry be enough to
chase away their demons and burn away their masks? Or is the submission Grisha
demands too much for Neeve to accept?
Sounds rather tasty? But wait until you see the cover it is amazing.
Here it is...
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I did say it was amazing. But that is not all I have for you. Here is an excerpt for you...
The deep, animalistic growl
erupting from his chest caused more of her juices to flood her pussy, and she
hastily followed his order of, "Hang on to me, sweetheart. We need to take
this to the dungeon."
The way he said the word dungeon
sent a shiver down her body, as images of him in another dungeon filled her
mind. The barely functioning rational side of her brain screamed at her what
the fuck she was doing, but her body just wasn't listening. Being this close to
him, the need to stay in his arms consumed her. Her empty pussy ached to be
possessed by this man. The heat of his thick, rock hard cock burned her through
his jeans, and when he placed her on the huge bed dominating one side of the
room, she didn't want to lose the contact. He chuckled into her neck and licked
the sensitive skin. The curiously rough texture of his tongue sent her nerve
endings tingling, and she locked her ankles behind his butt, and ground her
clit against him again.
God, she
was so close, so damn close, if only…
Her eyes flew open, and the world
tilted when he disentangled himself from her in one easy move. Before she knew
what happened he had her lying over his knees, her dress pulled up to her hips,
thong pulled down to her knees pinning them together. One of his arms over her
back held her down.
"Don't move, sweetheart, or
this will hurt." She froze. Surely he wouldn't spank her? And why did the
thought of that make more of her juices leak out of her? Why was she not
screaming no, or red, or whatever the hell one screamed in such circumstances?
Instead, she was in danger of staining his jeans with her arousal.
"Don't you dare spank me. I'm
not five years old!" Even to her own ears the protest sounded feeble, and
Grisha swatted her ass several times in quick succession. The force behind
those swats pushed her further into his lap, and tears sprang to her eyes. He
massaged her ass cheeks, and the hot burn eased and spread in tingles of
awareness. Her pussy clamped, and she felt the wetness on the top of her thighs.
"Bastard! You have no right,
you … oh—What are you doing? Oh God, yes, don’t stop."
Grisha's amused chuckle vibrated
through her, as he trailed something cold and smooth along her slit repeatedly.
He followed the object with his fingers, the heat of those digits burning a
path of awareness along her labia. She jumped when he circled her clit, and he
murmured his approval at her panted reaction. She tried to push herself against
that hand, and she screamed in surprise when he pinched her clit.
"That's not the way this
works, sweetheart. You'll come when I let you, not before, and not until you
tell me the truth."
Again he traced her slit with the
object, and Neeve bucked when it started vibrating. He pushed the toy slightly
into her channel, and her cunt clamped around the barely there invasion, her
internal muscles desperately trying to pull it in further to no avail. Grisha
kept it there on the edge, driving her insane with the need to come. The orgasm
hovered just out of her reach, and she groaned her frustration to the floor,
pummeling his legs in the process.
Another swat to the ass was her
reward. Her tender flesh stung and burned, the slight pain adding to the
assault on her senses.
"So, what will it be, Neeve?
Are you going to tell me the truth, or do I carry on with your
punishment?"
"P-punishment?" Neeve
panted the words as her body climbed again. "You call this punishment? Is
that all you've got?"
Why she felt the need to goad him
she couldn't say, but by God, her body might be betraying her, but that
didn't mean that she would give in that easily.
"No, sweetheart, I call this
torture, and I can keep this up for hours." She heard the smile in his
voice, but there was an unmistakable edge of command in those words, and her
stomach clenched in excitement.
"You're so fucking wet for me,
and your ass is so pink—it’s a beautiful sight, sweetheart. So tell me if
you’re not a sub, then why is your essence staining my jeans? Why is that sweet
cunt of yours quivering and weeping? It's just waiting for my thick cock to
fill you, isn't it?"
He pushed the dildo all the way in,
angling it until it hit her g-spot, and Neeve saw stars. He fucked her with
merciless precision until she was a quivering mass of need and would have said
anything to get off.
"Please, please … I need to
come … please, Grisha."
The swat to her ass stung, and his
voice could have cut glass.
"You will call me, Sir, sub.
And you will answer my questions without evasion." He pushed the dildo all
the way in and covered her slit with his hand, whilst the vibrations inside her
increased to almost unbearable levels. He pushed one of his fingers into her
anus, and Neeve screamed out loud. That felt way too good.
"Please, please, I will,
please, just let me—"
"Let you what my sweet, Neeve?
Let you come? Do you need to come?" His husky words in her ear grounded
her, as he molded his naked chest against her back and pulled her hair until
she looked sideways and up into his eyes. Glittering, golden orbs of intensity
they pulled her into his will, and she couldn’t have looked away if her life
depended on it.
"Yes," she whispered, and
he smiled.
"Then what do you call
me?"
"Yes, Sir."
His brilliant answering smile of
approval spread through her and left darts of heat along her skin.
"And you'll answer my
questions?" he asked.
"Yes, Sir."
"Then come, sweetheart. Come
for me now."
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Hello Doris - love your books. So can't wait to read this one!
ReplyDeleteThank you, Reemz :-D
DeleteThanks for looking after Grisha for me, Michaela. I hope he behaved himself ... well, as much as you liked him too, anyway ;-)
ReplyDeleteI love Grisha. It's a shame he loves Neeve so much!
DeleteHot excerpt! :)
ReplyDelete*big grin*
DeleteThis is close to the top of my TBR.
ReplyDeleteYey :-D
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