Thanks so much for having me on your blog today with my newest
release, Auctioned to the Spanish Dom. Ever since Master Pedro first popped up
in Book One of The Spectrum Auctions, I knew I would have to tell his story and
this is it.
Master Pedro is a complicated man, and writing his story brought
it with some unexpected surprises. I also fell hopelessly in love with him, and
I hope readers will too. He might be a
Sadist, but he’s also a man who falls hard and deep for the right woman—his pequeñita J
Blurb:
[Ménage and
More: Erotic Older Hero Consensual BDSM Ménage a Trois Romance, M/F/M,
flogging, paddling, cropping, knife play, sex toys, HEA for M/F]
Peyton King had a simple plan. Sign up for the Spectrum Auctions
and finally get the story that will get her the promotion she craves.
It’s just her luck that the person who wins her is Pedro Hernandez. The Spanish
Dom has been starring in her erotic dreams ever since they first butted heads
in her professional life, and he proves impossible to resist, if downright
scary.
The sadist in Pedro is looking forward to teaching the prickly reporter a
lesson or two. However, when Peyton turns out to be a masochist her instinctive
responses floor the experienced Dom. Maybe it’s just his age catching up with
him, but this young reporter gets under his skin like no other sub ever has,
and their play smashes through both of their emotional defences in record time.
When their relationship is put to the test, Pedro has to decide if he can trust
his pequeñita.
She is a reporter after all…
STORY EXCERPT
A man could fucking lose himself in those expressive eyes staring
up at him. He didn’t read one iota of malice in Peyton’s expression. She didn’t
probe, didn’t ask the questions she was without doubt burning to ask. No, she
just waited patiently for him to tell her. He had the most curious sensation
crawl up the back of his neck, the instinctive knowledge that she would also
accept it if he didn’t tell her. A novel experience, for sure. Any woman he’d
ever been involved with, even on a casual basis, had eventually been full of
questions.
Another reason why he kept his encounters these days confined to
the club, and the purely sexual. Life was simpler, if rather lonely that way.
“If you’d rather not tell me, that’s okay. I realize we barely
know each other, and this is clearly personal, and I sense perhaps painful, so
let’s just forget it.”
She stepped away from him, and he had to smile at the nervous way
she pulled on the misshapen neckline of the shirt she wore.
“I’m just gonna clear this table away.” She mumbled the words into
the curtain of her hair and started to stack the plates together.
“You were right, you know,” he said, and she froze, empty
wineglass in one hand, two stacked plates in the other. “Put those down, pequeña, and
let’s take this in the living room.”
He didn’t check to see if she followed. All he knew was that he
needed to sit down, and he flung himself into the wide, comfortable leather
settee and shut his eyes. Big enough for him to sleep on, if need be, it had
seen him do so far too many times lately when he’d stayed up late, watching old
movies in an effort to dispel the thoughts churning in his head.
The sofa dipped slightly when Peyton sat down next to him, and
then depressed again. He opened his eyes to find her throwing a cushion on the
floor. Peyton knelt on it, wrapped her arms around his legs, and rested her
chin on his knee.
His dick stiffened automatically at seeing his beautiful sub on
her knees by his feet, and the churning in his gut subsided somewhat.
“Very nice, Peyton, but we’re not in a scene right now, so this is
not necessary,” he said. Instead of getting up, she tightened her hold on his
legs, and nuzzled into his thigh.
“Yes, it is. Indulge me, please, Sir. Besides, I like the way you
look at me when I do this.” A faint blush crept in her cheeks, but she held his
glance, and he smiled.
“And how do I look at you?” he asked.
That blush of hers deepened, and he straightened slightly so that
he could wrap his hand into her hair. A tremble went through her, and the
dominant in him lapped up her submission. She was right in one way. Telling her
about his fucked-up life so far would be easier when he was in this headspace.
The memories hurt less then.
“As though you like what you see, and…” She dropped her gaze and
seemed to find his bare feet most interesting. Pedro increased the pull on her
hair and tugged her head back up so that she had no choice but to look up at
him.
“Tell me.” He dropped his voice and her mouth opened slightly.
Eyes wide, and lips trembling, it was the utter trust and submission he read in
her beautiful orbs that made that curious sensation at the back of his neck
turn into an allover itch. His chest tightened and a rush of pure
possessiveness swamped him. This delightful young woman sat at his feet was
his, and his alone. Peyton’s nails curled into his legs, and she blinked several
times before she answered him.
“It just feels right, Sir. I can’t explain it, and it makes no
sense. I just feel it in here.” She brought a hand up to her chest, and he
nodded. “I guess I just feel free, which makes no sense at all.”
Pedro released his hold on the silky mass of her hair and petted
her head.
“No, it makes perfect sense, pequeña. You’re embracing
your submissive side, and that makes me feel very proud of you.”
Her face lit up in a brilliant smile, and he was hard pushed not
to just sit there and grin back at her like a besotted fool, but there was no
denying the connection they had established in a very short space of time.
Pedro had scoffed at Slade and Laura when it had happened to them, though at
least they had known each other for years beforehand. Scarlett, too, had been
at the butt off his jokes, though, again the whole danger she had been intended
to accelerate and clarify feelings. What was his excuse, however?
Turning forty far from home, and without any of his family
acknowledging that fact, shouldn’t prove that much of trauma, should it? After
all, he was used to it. Then again, Pedro had been unsatisfied with his lot in
life for some time. Seeing his friends settled had just crystallized those
feeling for him.
He sighed and Peyton’s face fell.
“Sir? What’s wrong?” she asked.
Authors 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.
Writer of sensual, sassy, sexy romances
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