It's my release day! I had a long and busy weekend. It was filled with lots of food and drink and friends. I hope everyone had a nice weekend, whether it was a holiday for you or not!
I am super excited about my new release today. Bound is a BDSM romance about a couple who have been together for a while, but are still trying to work things out. I really loved writing about Martin and Melissa and I hope you'll love them as much as I do!
Here is a scene from the book where Melissa's long time boyfriend and Dom is pissed off over an incident that pretty much confirms she is in danger.
He shook his head. “Take this off,” he said, pointing at her bathing suit.
She almost rolled her eyes, it was so skimpy she was barely covered anyway. Backing up a step into the kitchen she held up her hands. “Listen to me, I can explain—”
He stepped forward, closing the space between them and then bent her over. One strong arm around her waist held her close to his hip. He smacked one ass cheek and then the other, ignoring her protests and pleas. He continued until her feet danced beneath her, her weight supported by his body.
It was like a standing up, over the knee spanking. Their bodies were close and he held her, but he paddled on without mercy. Finally, she went limp, her upper body hanging down behind him. He paused and she thought he was done, but then he peppered her upper thighs in stinging swats.
Rearing her head back, she screamed and fought against him again. When he released her, she jumped back and cupped her ass. She didn’t even have the strength to run from him, she just looked back in surprise. “Do you feel better now?” she bit out. Reason told her that back talking wouldn’t help her case, but any remorse she had felt before fled with this unjust spanking he was administering.
“No,” he replied, his nostrils flaring. “Take it off, now.”
He reached toward her bikini top and she backed up.
“Dammit, Melissa!” He stomped past her, behind the kitchen island and started opening drawers.
She hugged herself around the middle. She should run and lock herself in the bedroom, who knew what he was looking for? But a part of her wanted to see where he was going with this, she still had the feeling she only had half the story. If he would just talk to her.
Martin marched back to her wielding a large pair of scissors. He grabbed her upper arm again, digging his fingers in to keep her in place.
“What the fuck?” she screamed as he slid the metal blade between her breasts and snipped her top in half. “Stop! Wait, okay, okay.”
He raised the scissors and snipped again where the top tied around her neck. She was already shimmying her bottoms over her hips and down her legs.
He let go of her, turning to put the scissors on the counter. She looked down at the floor, the bathing suit in pieces. “That suit was $190, you maniac!”
“Maybe next time you’ll listen,” he said, walking past her toward the large dining table.
“Will you talk to me?”
He shook his head. “I’m not ready to talk yet. Come over here.” He stepped out of his flip flops and picked one up.
She took a mincing step toward him, her hands reflexively covering her bottom. “Please. I don’t even know why you’re so mad.”
“Bend over the table,” he said, motioning to it, never raising his face to make eye contact. He gave himself a test swat against his own thigh with the heavy leather and rubber flip flop he held. When she didn’t move he glared at her. “Don’t make me come get you.”
Her body almost obeyed automatically. She knew he wasn’t playing around, but she tensed her muscles and stayed where she was. “Tell me what’s wrong. Tell me why you’re mad at least.” She kept her tone soft, she didn’t want to argue, but he was scaring her.
“Fuck,” he cursed under his breath and tossed the flip flop he wielded on the table.
Something in her voice or demeanor must have gotten through to him because he walked past her. He rubbed the back of his neck, lost in thought as he exited the room. He turned into the hallway that connected the kitchen to the rest of the house.
She stood in the same spot, naked, her ass throbbing. Confusion swam through her mind. Something had happened. Something between lunch and when he found her on the beach and she couldn’t for the life of her figure out what it was.
Martin walked back in from the hallway holding his laptop. “This, Melissa,” he said, as he put the computer down on the table, facing her. “When were you going to tell me about this?”
She glanced at the screen, it was a picture of her and the paparazzi photographer from the airport. He was mad about this? “What about it?” He was there. She glanced from him to the screen, what was she missing?
He reached out and clicked a button, and what she thought was a picture sprang to life. A video. On the internet. Of her altercation with the asshole from the airport. There was a lot of background noise and the video got fuzzy for a second, but then, clearly you could hear the man speak, “Hello, Misty.”
She blinked as the video went blurry. It took her a second to realize it was her eyes, they’d filled with tears.
“They’re after you. They aren’t after us,” he said, stepping closer to her.
Hi Casey, bought it, read it, loved it!! Congratulations
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