Blurb:
When International movie star Sven Larsson
meets young widowed mum of three, Sylvia, the sexual chemistry between them is
instant and explosive, and plastered all over the papers. Sven needs to repair
his damaged reputation. The last thing he needs is another scandal, but the Dom
in him can't resist the challenge Sylvia represents.
Having survived an abusive marriage,
Sylvia is not looking for another relationship, let alone a kinky one with a
man of Sven's reputation. Her submissive side can't help
but be drawn to him, however, especially once she gets to know the man behind
the public image. This private, broken, Sven she cannot help but fall in love
with, even if he doesn't do love.
With the paparazzi breathing down
their necks at every turn, and past demons raising their ugly heads, will they
ever be able to find happiness?
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Excerpt:
"Like what you see?"
Sylvia wrenched her gaze upwards to meet
his eyes. He was watching her reaction from under heavy lidded eyes filled with
lust and a grim determination that frightened her a little.
"Sven, I don't think I could…"
Before she could even blink he was on
the bed next to her, matching his long length to her much
"Trust me, baby, you can, and you
will."
The kiss that followed seemed
never-ending. In direct contrast to his earlier urgency, he took his time
exploring the inside of her mouth with a breathtaking thoroughness that spoke
of ownership. The more she tried to hurry him, the slower he went, pressing his
heavy body on top of hers, until the whole word narrowed to just the feel of
him. Every stroke, nip and suckle of his oh so talented tongue, stoked the slow
burning fire in her core to fever pitch, and her hips bucked wildly, needing
his touch.
He straddled her, effectively stopping
her from moving and looked down on her.
"Take it easy, we have all night,
my little firecracker. We'll do this my way, and unless you want me spanking
that delicious ass of yours until it matches the color of your lips, you will
not rush me."
Sylvia couldn't stop her sharp intake of
breath, and Sven's gaze grew even more heated.
"Oh, I see, you like that idea, do
you?"
"N-no … I don't."
"Liar." He whispered the word
and lifted off her just enough to cup her swollen pussy. Sylvia swallowed her
groan as he swiped his fingers through the wet evidence of her arousal, and
then lifted his glistening fingers up for her to see.
He licked them clean and hummed his
approval.
"Hmm, delicious. If you don't like
the idea of my hand on your ass, then why are you this wet?"
Sylvia had no answer for that, so she
just shook her head.
"I don’t know. I don't like
violence."
She screwed her eyes shut and pushed the
memories away. They had no place here, none at all, damn it.
"Neither do I, my sweet, but I
think we need to do something to stop those thoughts swirling in your head.
Look at me."
His voice had dropped an octave, the cadence
of it so compelling that Sylvia had no choice but to comply.
"Bad memories?" he asked.
At her tiny nod he sighed and bent to
kiss the tears off her face. She hadn't even been aware of shedding them.
"I can help you with that, if you
trust me?"
He went so still towering above her, she
couldn’t be sure he was even breathing, and when she nodded again his smile of
approval made her worries float away.
"Good girl, now roll over."
He released her completely, and she felt
suddenly bereft without his comforting presence. She awkwardly complied and
jumped when he grabbed her ass and squeezed.
Instead of the hit she was expecting,
however, he moved his hands up to her shoulders and kissed her neck. Tiny
butterfly kisses followed down her exposed back until he reached the zipper of
her dress. With agonizing slowness he peeled her out of her dress, murmuring
encouragement when she helped him by lifting her arms and finally her hips,
until she lay face down on the bed with just her bra still on.
Much to her surprise he left it in place
and continued to run his hands up and down her back and over the curve of her
ass. The strokes grew harder, leaving tingles of awareness in their wake, and
the last of her anxiety fled.
Heat suffused her whole being, and she
raised her butt into his hands, willing him to delve lower between her legs,
where she practically ached for his touch.
He slapped her lightly on one ass cheek,
and she froze.
"If this gets too much, just call
red, and I stop, okay?"
She nodded, and a harder swat followed
to her other butt cheek, which this time stung.
"I can't hear you."
"Yes, okay, errr, Sir?"
His laugh in answer confused her. He
fisted his hand in her hair and pulled her head up to study her.
"Very nice, but that's not really a
salutation I've earned yet, and this is just a little spanking. I don't think
either of us is ready for anything else right now, are we?"
She blinked, and the red hot stab of
disappointment coursing through her veins took her breath away.
"If we were to go down that route,
we would have to discuss a lot of things first, my sweet. I'm not sure I want
to do that. Let's not assume titles and just enjoy ourselves, shall we? Unless
this is something you need to—"
"No, I don't. I mean, I'm perfectly
happy with vanilla. I just thought that's what you wanted. I mean … I…"
Her voice trailed off when his
expression darkened.
"I thought you don't read the
papers, lady."
"I-I don't, but there's been rumors
and, well, I do have some experience."
She mentally crossed her fingers at her
fib. Sylvia had experience and then some, but he was right. She was so not
ready to have that discussion now. It would dredge up a past she didn't need to
remember, not now.
The tight set of his shoulders relaxed
slightly, and she breathed a sigh of relief. She really didn't want to piss him
off, and she was suddenly desperate to see if this would be as erotic as it had
been—before Richard.
"So, you're familiar with the
traffic lights then?" he finally asked with a small smile.
"Yes, Si… I mean,
yes I am."
Heat rose in her cheeks under his quiet
regard, and finally he nodded.
"So be it. I trust you to use it,
not that I have any intention of being too hard on you, but I've fantasized
about reddening that delicious ass of yours since I met you."
He laughed at her astonished snort in
response.
"You have?" she asked, not
really believing a word of it. He had to be kidding. "No need to humor me.
In case you haven’t noticed I'm in your bed and a pretty safe bet by now, you
know."
His expression darkened again, and her
stomach dropped in delicious anticipation.
"For that inane comment you've just
earned yourself some extra spanks. We'll have to work on that warped self-image
of yours. You're a beautiful, desirable woman."
About the Author:
Glutton for punishment would be a
good description for Doris... at least that's what she hears on an almost
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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