So I reviewed this book last week and was blown away (read my review here). I’ve been recommending this book to as many people as I can because who wouldn’t find an Alpha cowboy that craves submitting to a strong woman in the bedroom??? Add to it some angst as they both have to work thru Logan’s issues and you’ve got a thrilling read!
Well the lovely folks at Berkeley have been nice enough to share not only an excerpt with me but… I can give away a copy of it to one lucky commentor!!!! After you read the excerpt below you can either tell me what you thought of it or if you find the idea of an Alpha submitting in the bedroom as sexy as I do…. Comment by 11:59 pm Central, September 12th, 2014 to enter. This contest is only open to US winners.
Logan felt a wicked surge of excitement as the small Mistress planted herself in front of him, hands on her hips. Very sexy hips, he noted yet again, ones that flowed into a slender waist and the curves of full breasts. He’d felt a deep sense of satisfaction to find that she appeared every bit as interested in him as he was in her.
Something in him again warned him to find a different partner for the evening, one who would be satisfied with administering a flogging, then sharing hard, impersonal sex.
Every other part of him wanted the woman currently standing in front of him, though he knew somehow that she was going to push him further than he was comfortable. Just having met her had thinned the barriers he always kept in place.
He hadn’t been in the club for very long, but he was already feeling the pain from being trapped in the crush of people. A scary looking Mistress—or Master, he wasn’t quite sure—had started bearing down on him at the same time as the tasty treat in front of him, and he’d felt as if the walls had been closing in on him, stealing away his air.
But it was different with this one…
An experienced submissive, he could tell that she was a fairly new Mistress. The nerves were there, in her eyes, around the corners of her mouth. Still, despite the sweet features of her face, dominance seemed to seep out of her very pores, an exotic perfume that caught his attention like a dog with a steak.
And then there was that strange pull between them, the one that had snapped into place the second his arms had wrapped around her outside. The one that made every other dominant woman in the room seem dull and unappealing.
It was an irresistible combination for a man who ran the show everywhere besides the bedroom.
And he couldn’t ignore the fact that, since she’d introduced herself and glared at him with that bitchy expression that made his cock hard, he’d found it a little easier to breathe.
“What’s the problem, sweetheart?” He grinned down at her, his expression deliberately cocky. He needed to keep his defenses up from the start around this one, to keep her from sneaking too far into his psyche.
He waited to see if she would dismiss him immediately for his rudeness.
She arched an eyebrow at his term but didn’t comment on it, which left him mildly disappointed. Instead she nodded at his feet, looking like nothing so much a wet dream of a stern schoolteacher.
“Bottoms go barefoot in Veritas, sub. Remove the boots.”
Her voice was whiskey smooth with an undercurrent of sin, at odds with the girl-next-door face. Logan found himself wanting to fall to his knees and obey, to please her, and despite how much he wanted her, the notion didn’t sit well with him.
A mistress had to work much harder than saying a few words and looking pretty to earn that kind of response from him.
He’d felt the punch of attraction when their eyes had first met, but now he was wary. What kind of hold did she have on him already, to make him want so badly to please her?
Shaken by the notion, he grinned insolently and shook his head. “Make me, baby.”
Logan watched as heat flickered in her eyes which, upon closer inspection, were stormy grey rather than the expected blue.
He watched as she shrugged one shoulder, a simple gesture that was nevertheless full of innate grace.
“We’ll do it the hard way, then.” So caught up in the siren’s song of her voice, Logan was caught off guard when the little minx kicked her leg up with the smooth flexibility of a trained dancer and pressed her sharp stiletto heel against the thin denim of his crotch.
He froze when the perfectly positioned boot heel dug into the tender sac of his testicles, just enough to catch his attention.
“No need to get nasty, sweetheart.” Though he wasn’t overly concerned that she was one of those mistresses who took joy in cock and ball torture, he was still uncomfortable enough from the feelings coursing through him to be a smartass.
“Take off your boots.” Damn her, she looked completely calm and in control. Like she knew he would do as she said, simply because she had said it.
Their little standoff had drawn an audience, too, and the press of bodies around them made his throat constrict with the beginnings of claustrophobia.
“A hundred bucks on the little blonde.”
Logan flicked his eyes around the gathered crowd to find the speaker and glowered when he saw that it was Luca, the only acquaintance he had at In Vino Veritas. He would have snarled if Mistress S hadn’t chosen that moment to dig that stiletto in just a bit harder.
“I warned you.” She shrugged and smiled at him, and the smile made Logan’s entire body clench with pure, undiluted need. She leaned forward, a calculated move, he knew, but still he found his attention caught on the creamy swells of her breasts, offered up as they were in the almost indecently low neckline of her black lace corset.
He wanted to get his hands on those breasts more than he wanted his next breath.
His attention was still caught on them when she lowered her leg, and he grinned as he hoped, prayed, that she would lean forward a bit more, just enough for him to see a hint of nipple that he knew would be rosy pink.
“I’d still be happy to give you the ride of your life—” Logan’s words were cut off when the slender woman whirled behind him, her movements precise and controlled. He felt the sharp toes of her boots dig into the backs of his knees, and then he landed on his knees on the floor, his breath leaving his lungs in one uncomfortable jolt.
“What the—” He threw his hands out in front of him to protect his face when she pushed him down further and straddled his hips backwards. Despite the surprise and the uncomfortable position, his cock pushed against the thin denim of his jeans as his body registered the heat of her naked legs, pressing tightly into his torso.
Her ass was sweetly rounded and close enough to touch. Her skirt had ridden up when she moved, and he caught a hint of the sexy panties she wore beneath.
With firm hands, Mistress S tugged off one of his well-worn cowboy boots, and then the other. His socks followed. Standing, she caught his eye as she very deliberately stuffed a sock inside each boot, then handed the pair off to Luca, to tuck out of reach behind the bar, he assumed.
“What’s your name?” She asked, her voice steady, certain he would answer… and he did, though he hadn’t intended to.
“Logan.” He could hear the wariness in his own voice, and rightly so—this woman was nothing like he’d expected.
“Well, then. Logan.” Her words were stern. “I told you. Subs go barefoot here.”
Logan felt twin desires pulling inside of him. He wanted to apologize, to earn her favor.
He also wanted to wipe that smug smile off of her face. She’d won this round—and he hadn’t seen it coming, so points for her.
But he wasn’t tamed that easily.
“You going to punish me now, baby?” He ran his tongue over his lips, deliberately provoking her. He knew what would happen now, and he was looking forward to it.
She would take him to a private room, or to one of the many pieces of equipment set up around the massive play area of Veritas. She would try to dig deeper, and he would deflect. She would flog him, and he would be able to lose himself in the pain.
They would fuck, and then they would go their own ways. He’d head back to Montana until his needs could no longer be assuaged with his imagination and his own hand.
The fact that he didn’t care for the idea of leaving her was just a signal that he needed to do exactly that. She looked like she could draw out all of his secrets, and that just wasn’t going to happen.
Still, he thought he just might die if he didn’t get a taste of that creamy flesh spilling out over the top of her corset.
“Yes,” Mistress S replied, her face calm, though those grey eyes of hers reflected more than a hint of the turmoil that he was feeling himself. “I am.”
Then the woman did something Logan never could have seen coming.
She turned on her slender stiletto heel and walked away.