Title: Claimed by the Devil (Bayou Magiste #1)
Author: Gianna Simone
Genres: Erotic Romance, Paranormal Romance
Categories: Interracial/Multicultural
Erotic Elements: BDSM
Publisher: Sizzler Editions
Release Date: August 27, 2013
Heat Level: Sizzling
Word Count/Length: 115,000 words/300 pages
Helene
Gaudet finds the perfect Dom in an internet chat room. It’s as if he can read
her mind – and he knows how to make her beg. When they agree to meet in the
real world, Helene realizes why her Dom knows her so well – he is none other
than Devlin Marchand, the same man who handed her over years ago to a dark
sorcerer – to be killed.
She
thought she was free from suffering – including a rageful ex-husband who cursed
her, leaving her unable to bear children. She wants to forget the past – but her
lust for Devlin is so intense after each tormenting, releasing encounter, she
doesn't want to leave him.
Devlin
wants to repair his past wrongs – but guilt over his past betrayal is
multiplied when he learns the curse that has dogged Helene for years comes from
the trove of magic created by his very own family. Devlin fears the tentative
relationship they've built will be destroyed – and he cannot allow that.
Can
they overcome the past to have a future together?
Teaser Excerpt:
Prologue
Devlin
stared at his father. The older man couldn't be serious.
"Devlin,
you must complete the task."
Maximilian Marchand's angry voice rang out in the room as he came out
from behind the massive oak desk.
"This Saturday evening.
DeGarza has an event planned, and it is imperative Helene Gaudet be
present."
Devlin
shook his head. He couldn't do it,
couldn't turn her over to DeGarza, the psychotic fool his father blindly
followed.
"No,
he's wrong. She's not ... he's wasting
his time."
"And
why is that, young Marchand?"
The
voice behind him slid over Devlin like ice, chilling his soul. His stomach churned.
"Sir,
she's not as powerful as you think; she's merely a Creole, born of the
Bayou."
Would
the lie work? While not as strong or
gifted as a Sorceress, Helene's magical talents bordered on amazing. An Enchantress possessing such robust powers,
while not rare, did not go unnoticed.
The Tribunal who ruled the Magiste
community kept a very close watch on all of its citizens and their level of
magical skill.
"Yes,
but her powers are quite strong for someone so young." DeGarza approached, his height imposing, his
narrow face cold and hard. "Her
youth alone makes her magic so much more potent. It's a shame for it to be wasted on Swamp
Sludge."
DeGarza
stopped right before Devlin. Devlin
forced himself not to react to the vile name the man used to describe
Helene. The effort to remain calm could
possibly the most difficult thing Devlin had ever done since being forced to
serve this madman. But he couldn't obey
this order. The idea of Helene at the
mercy of a monster such as DeGarza sickened him, even more than his own fear of
the Sorcerer.
"You
want her, don't you? For
yourself."
The
knowing look on the evil man's face spurred a panic Devlin hadn't felt in
years. He held his tongue. Yes, he wanted Helene Gaudet, had wanted her
ever since he'd seen her last year at the Mardi Gras ball, escorted by one of
his classmates. He wanted her to submit
to him, wanted to play with her luscious body and make her scream his name with
passion and pleasure. He'd never told
anyone.
"If
I claimed her, sir, I could control her.
She would be bound to serve you."
He
prayed his promise would be enough to convince the insane, power-hungry,
sorcerer to back off.
"And
how would you do that?"
Devlin
racked his brain, trying to recall more about the custom that popped into his
head. He'd never given it much thought
before, but the idea took hold, and he could imagine her beside him here, in
his home, in his bed. He lifted his
chin, determination renewed. While
rarely executed, the ritual was binding and legal. She would be his. And he could protect her.
"There's
the Possede Puissant. She wouldn't be able to refuse my orders once
she belonged to me. Her power would
still be yours to control."
DeGarza
stroked his chin thoughtfully. He
focused his black, menacing stare on Devlin again.
"No. I must own them, combine them with mine. The only way to do it properly is to use the Remouvoir. Bring her to me before Saturday. You may go."
Devlin
thought his legs might collapse beneath him, the spark of hope all but
extinguished. Yet, a glimmer remained,
his mind racing with ways to stop the unthinkable from happening. He slowly turned to the door, but his
father's voice stopped him.
"Devlin,
she is not worthy of you. If Mr. DeGarza
had been kind enough to grant your wish, I would have killed her myself. Either way, you cannot save her. Do not try to do so again."
Devlin
swallowed the acid rising in his throat and nodded. How in the world could he surrender Helene to
be killed? He had to find some way out
of this.
"Young
Marchand." DeGarza's shout stopped
him once again.
"Yes,
sir?"
"If
you fail, I will have to find another subject.
Your father has agreed that your mother will take Ms. Gaudet's place should you be unsuccessful."
How
Devlin remained standing, he didn't know.
His mother? And his father had ... he glanced at the
other man's impassive expression and hated him for everything he'd put them
through, since aligning himself with DeGarza.
"How
could you?" He didn't even try to
keep the disgust from his tone, releasing years of resentment.
Maximilian
shrugged. "To achieve our means, we
must at times make sacrifices. You're
lucky, Devlin; you have a choice. Be
sure you make the right one."
His
father knew Devlin would do anything to protect his mother. That must be why he'd agreed to this
madness. He knew Devlin wouldn't let his
mother face the same fate as so many others.
But handing over Helene would damn Devlin forever, while not turning her
over would damn his mother to a torturous and prolonged death. God, he'd always thought once he turned
eighteen, he would be free, but a year later, he remained trapped. And the situation had grown worse than he'd
ever imagined.
He
finally made his way out of his father's office, struggling to contain his
lurching stomach. There had to be some
way he could stop this, save them both.
But how?
He
had to warn Helene, get her to leave town.
Then he'd have to get his mother to safety. First Helene.
If he could convince her to go, then he'd have a few days to figure a
way to get his mother away from here as well.
Helene
worked in a café in the Quarter. What was the name of it again? He headed toward Jackson Square. Saving her might get him killed but he had no
choice.
Title: Claimed by the Mage (Bayou Magiste #2)
Author: Gianna Simone
Genres: Erotic Romance, Paranormal Romance
Categories: Alternate Modern Day New Orleans Area
Erotic Elements: BDSM
Publisher: Sizzler Editions
Release Date: September 13, 2013
Heat Level: Sizzling
Word Count/Length: 95,000 words/275 pages
Lily Prentiss
wishes she could ignore her inborn healing magic so she can live life on her
terms, not follow the path her Magiste family chose for her. But when she
stumbles across Aidan Marchand in the excruciating throes of evolving into a
Mage, her touch is all that stops his pain and she can no longer deny her
powers. When the sexy Dom seduces her into willing submission, she finds she
doesn’t want to resist and actually enjoys giving up control.
Aidan has more to worry about than just his rapidly maturing powers – his
business partner is blackmailing him into funding a venture that involves
kidnapping young girls both magical and mortal, and selling them as sex slaves.
Even as Lily’s touch eases Aidan's pain, he knows staying with her puts her in
danger from his enemies. But the gift of her sexual submission helps him even
more than her healing magic...so how can he let her go?
Teaser Excerpt:
The
crack of leather against flesh, followed immediately by a muffled grunt from
the submissive bound to the bench, cut through the spectator's hushed murmurs. The spotlight bore down on the couple in the
center of the room, leaving the rest of the viewing area shrouded with dark
shadows. The low-thumping bass of the
music seemed to make the entire crowd throb together as they watched.
Ignoring
the scene before him, Aidan Marchand stared at his soon-to-be-former business partner.
The man had finally cracked. Another
strike of the submissive’s flesh caught his attention and he looked back at the
stage, unable to completely focus. The
scene ended when the woman writhed on the bench, clearly reaching the desired
climax. Her heat filled cries echoed in
the room. Aidan watched, but didn't
really see, too distracted by thoughts of his business partner's insane
suggestion.
"Think
about it, Marchand." Eddie Orvano's his beady gaze focused on the couple
leaving the scene area. "The money
we can make — "
Aidan
held up a hand. "Not here."
He
glanced around, though no one paid them any attention. Eddie led Aidan to a secluded corner. The party wasn’t as crowded as it had been
earlier, many of the single attendees either having left or found a partner to
play with.
Aidan
closed his eyes against the throbbing in his head. The pain in his temples had grown worse over
the course of the evening, intensifying with every passing hour. As soon as he let Eddie know he planned to
end their partnership, he would head home to his comfortable bed and a long
night’s sleep. He had too many other
issues to focus on and getting caught up in Orvano’s depraved scheme would ruin
everything.
"Look
at all these girls. They’re
playing," Eddie said.
He
waved a hand about, indicating several single women positioned at various
places near the entrance, all of them subs, as indicated by the ribbons pinned
to the right side of their outfits. The
one in the middle, a striking Creole Enchantress, caught Aiden's eye. He recognized her instantly. He and Eddie had a three-way with her several
weeks ago.
"That’s
what these parties are for. To play."
Aidan
emphasized the word. What the fuck had
he been thinking, coming here tonight? He’d
had no inclination to scene with anyone, but Eddie had lured him with the hint
of a new business venture. At first
intrigued, now he wanted nothing more than to get away from the man who had
finally let his fascination with the dark arts overcome him. The "new business venture" turned
out to be an illegal scheme only a person with zero morals would consider
becoming involved in. Eddie's idea
wasn't about just playing with mind control and pushing the limits with magic
and sex; what Orvano planned crossed the line from risky to insane.
"That’s
not what I mean. How many of these women
really have any idea what it’s like to be a true slave? No rights, no say in their lives. Merely a possession."
The
eagerness in Eddie’s voice, the unholy light gleaming in his tiny eyes, sent
another flash of fiery pain through the center of Aidan’s brain. He shook his head, then stopped when the ache
worsened.
"You’re
a sick fuck. That’s not what this is
about. What the hell happened to
you?"
"Nothing
happened to me except a need to make money.
Do you know how much some of those rich, foreign dignitaries will pay
for American women? I’d prefer non-Magiste women, but think about it. All these lovely Enchantresses and low-level
witches are easy enough to subdue. You
bind their magic; they’re the same as Mortal women. I’m telling you, Marchand, we’d make fucking
boatloads of money! I’ve got a business plan all laid out, the equipment and
training locations selected. Even a few
potential customers. Now it’s time to
put the plan into play. That’s where you
come in."
"No
way. You’re not getting me
involved!"
"You’re
already involved, Marchand. I need your
money to secure everything and get this operation running. I’m this
close to hiring a manager to help with the details. I've got a few trainers lined up, too. It’ll be slow, at first, but once we pick up
a few girls and a few clients, things are gonna get real busy real fast."
How
Aidan managed not to lose his dinner right there on the floor, he'd never know.
"You’re
not getting one dime out of me. I’m
having my lawyer draw up papers to dissolve our partnership."
Aidan
turned to leave, but Eddie’s grip on his arm stopped him. He turned and stared into Orvano’s twisted
face, taking in the man's thin lips curled with rage and beady eyes darkened
with menace.
"You’ll
stake me, Marchand. That pretty Creole
over there? She told me she wasn’t
willing with you. She’ll testify before
the Tribunal if it comes to that."
"What are you talking about? She was more than willing with both of us and
everything we did."
Aidan remembered the night. While the evening had started out as
enjoyable, he’d quickly grown tired of her attempts to top from the bottom. His annoyance had led him to, perhaps, be
harsher with her than he intended, but he knew she’d loved every minute of the
way he whipped her.
Eddie
shrugged, the skintight black shirt pulling over his shoulders.
"You
should see the video I got of you with that whip. Left some nice marks. She’s got photos of every one you put on
her."
Aidan
clenched his hands into fists, trying to force back the thumping in his head,
which continued to increase with each passing second. He needed to get out of there. Now.
"Eddie,
leave me out of this," he hissed through clenched teeth.
"You’re
in … Until I say otherwise."
He
scowled at the triumphant gleam in Orvano’s eyes, turned, and stalked off, his
head near exploding. If he didn’t get
some air, he would pass out. He finally
made his way outside to the street, gulping in deep breaths. The pain in his head spread down through his
shoulders and along his back. More than
a headache bothered him. Il Relache. Why had the damn process chosen now to kick
in?
He
needed to get home, before the progression rendered him weak with the pain of
his growing powers. Where the hell was
the nearest Portal? He didn’t see any
signs of the magical, glowing arch used for travel by the Magiste. Damn! The closest
one was through the park. He straightened,
forcing himself to concentrate on reaching his destination before he passed
out.
Title: Claimed by the Enchanter (Bayou Magiste #3)
Author: Gianna Simone
Genres: Erotic Romance, Paranormal Romance
Categories: Sports-Themed
Erotic Elements: BDSM, Menage (M/F/M)
Publisher: Sizzler Editions
Release Date: 8/20/2013
Heat Level: Sizzling
Word Count/Length: 90,000 words/269 pages
Regine Marchand loves
being in control – and the role of domme is the perfect way for her to exert
that control. An accomplished equestrian, she has her goals of championship in
sight and no one will get in her way. Her life and future are in her hands, she
doesn’t need to depend on anyone for success and happiness.
Cameron McIntyre is
fascinated by the cool façade Regine displays, but senses the depth of passion
lurking under her surface. Despite her protests to the contrary, he recognizes
in her a desire to submit and be dominated. But when he is forced to suspend
her from competition due to performance enhancement spells used on her horse,
he worries he may drive her away, instead of into his arms. Believing her
innocent of the charges, he vows to help her uncover who set her up while
convincing her that submission to him is what she truly wants and needs.
Submitting to the tall Irishman brings a new level of pleasure Regine has never
known, at the same time making her question everything she knew about herself.
Regine is unaware an
enemy from her past has targeted her for revenge. Together she and Cameron must
discover who wants to knock her out of competition for good, possibly killing
her in the process.
Teaser Excerpt:
Reggie looked around the room. The obnoxious dom seemed to have
disappeared. Good. But she realized a hint of
disappointment. Scowling, she tried to
recall if she'd noticed him watching David's flogging and could swear she'd
felt his stare, hot and possessive along her body. Possessive?
Where the hell had that come from?
Merde! At this rate, she'd be a jittery mess of
nerves before long. She hadn't even seen
his face yet, but he'd sure gotten to her in a weird way. One she didn't really like, despite the
question that taunted her by never really materializing, merely hovering at the
far edges of her consciousness. Daring
her to reach out and … what the hell was she doing analyzing a disturbing
reaction to a man she'd never see again?
Obviously the trip had left her too tired to be thinking as carefully as
she usually did. Time to leave.
"Dave?"
He waited quietly nearby, in a relaxed
kneeling position, after the healthy climax she'd given him after his
whipping. Yet, the tense set of his
shoulders told her he felt as out of place here as she did. She smiled and appreciated his
composure. She still hadn't learned
who'd sent the invitation and surely that added to her agitation tonight.
She counted on David for so much. He was one of the best trainers in the field
and he kept her focused. And they had
the benefit of sharing compatible sexual tastes. They could play without commitment and still
have their desires met. The odd
arrangement worked. No reason to mess
with the right formula.
Best of all, at least to everyone here
tonight, she had firm control over David.
No, not everyone. Him. His words still rattled around in her head.
"What do you need, ma'am?" David's voice suddenly sounded whiny and
high.
Odd, she'd never thought that before, but in
comparison to … Argh!
"I'm heading back in the morning, but I
want the horses at the stable by Monday.
You'll have to leave by six. Do
you have everything you need?"
"Yes, the other hands are staying at the
hotel near the stables, I'll let them know.
Do you need a ride?"
She shook her head. "No, I'll just use the hotel
Portal. It's only one connection to New
Orleans. I'll be home before noon. That'll give me Sunday to have everything
ready for you and Valhalla before you get back.
Then we train for two weeks and head out for the Dallas Grand
Prix."
"Shall I accompany you back to your
hotel?"
"No, I'll grab a cab. You go on ahead if you like."
David tilted his head and gave her a curious
glance. "But you didn't … I thought
you’d want …."
Reggie found she had no desire for David to
pleasure her, despite the simmering arousal still lurking beneath her forced
concentration on the horses. She ached
to come, no doubt about that. Whipping
David had turned her on. But, oddly, the thought of him touching her,
kissing her, didn't bring eagerness, it brought a strange discomfort. Especially with the notion the mysterious dom
might be watching. She'd head back to
her hotel alone and take care of business herself.
"Don't worry about me. I'm tired.
It's been a long week, and next week will be even longer."
She ignored his baffled expression, his hazel
eyes narrowing as he contemplated her.
His scrutiny shouldn't trouble her.
He was her trainer, had worked with her for years and she normally felt
so comfortable around him. She silently
cursed the feelings of unease and tension that sprang from nowhere.
"If you're sure," he finally
said. Despite his obvious intention to
focus on her, his gaze kept flicking to something behind her. Or someone.
Reggie turned. Another domme, dark-haired with kohl-rimmed
eyes, leaned against the bar. The woman
eagerly eyed David. Maybe a little too eagerly. Reggie held back a smile. Better he had someone who would appreciate
him way better than she could tonight.
"I'm sure. If you want to stay here longer, feel
free." She bit her lip to hide the
growing urge to grin at the red rising in his face. She reached out to touch his cheek, but
stopped and let her hand fall to her side.
"Go ahead. I'll get myself
back to the hotel."
"It's late, Reg. You can't be alone this time of night."
She waved a dismissive hand before her. "Nonsense. I'll have the bouncer call a cab, and I'll be
fine. You go and have some fun."
David appeared ready to argue further, but
wisely refrained, turning away instead.
She heaved a deep breath. She had
to get out of here. Now. The solitude of her hotel room awaited and
she longed to be there. She could
teleport or find a Portal, but due to her unfamiliarity with the local Magiste, she decided traveling under
Mortal means was safer. A cab ride
wouldn't take longer than a few minutes anyway.
She toyed with her pendant and the turquoise
stone needed to channel her magic warmed under her touch. The power taunted her, dared her to use it in
front of all of these people. She
dropped her hand and turned to the door.
"Your sub is absolutely right. Domme or not, it's not safe for a woman alone
at night in the city."
She turned to see the still-masked dom
standing a few feet away, his arms folded.
Her gaze landed on the ring of his right hand, and more specifically,
the dark green stone in the middle. That
was an amulet stone. He was Magiste?
She tried to recall if she'd noticed his hands earlier. No, or she would have seen that ring. Worse, how had she not picked up on his magical
aura? She might not be a Mage like her
brother, who easily sensed such things, but then again, very few Magiste were born Mages, the mightiest
of all Enchanters. Despite Reggie's
ordinary level of magic, Aidan had taught her a few tricks to discern someone's
strength of power. Self-defense, he'd
explained. So no ill-meaning Magiste men could catch her
unaware. Yet this man, clearly a member
of magical society, had managed to cloak his energy. And quite potent power it was, too. Now that he'd revealed his magic, she sensed
the depth of his strength. The idea he
might be a Mage, like Aidan, flitted through her thoughts.
"It's really not your concern."
"You are unfamiliar with the society
here. Or you wouldn’t be so cavalier
about it. Mortal men are bad enough, but
the Magiste in this city are
ruthless. You wouldn't want to come up
against them."
"I can handle myself." Her voice didn't waver. Good thing, since her throat was drier than
the creek bed behind her cottage, after a year-long draught. His presence alone seemed to cause the
discomfort and she worried she might not be able to form any logical
words. This man left her so unnerved and
off-balance. She didn't like it one
bit. No one had ever ruffled her
composure with just a few simple words and a stare. A stare that, even hidden behind a mask,
pierced her in ways she couldn't fathom.
She had to get away from him, not liking this uneven feeling at all.
"I wouldn't be able to live with myself,
if I let you walk out of here alone. At
least let me make sure you get safely into a cab."
Sensing he wouldn't give up unless she
agreed, she gave him a curt nod. She'd
be free of him soon enough.
She left the main room and stepped out into
the foyer, the mysterious dom close on her heels. After instructing the bouncer to call her
taxi, she departed the party, the sounds fading when the door shut behind the
dom. She strode across the marble floor
to the open elevator and pressed the button for the main lobby. The dom stayed right with her, saying
nothing. Just staring. She reached for her mask and pulled it away,
hoping he would do the same.
When he did, she wished he hadn't. Those piercing dark eyes were more
devastating to her senses without the mask obscuring them. She fought the sudden lump in her throat, her
gaze taking in his firm square jaw, and a thick head of dark hair, that she
imagined to be at least shoulder-length.
He had it pulled back, except for one unruly lock that fell across his
forehead. Her fingertips itched with the
sudden need to touch it, to know if the hair felt as soft as it looked.
Despite her position in the furthest corner
from him, the way-too-small elevator gave her no space, and his presence seemed
to surround her. She watched him
warily. What game did he play now?
"You have the most incredible
eyes." His voice remained just above a whisper, deep and with a hint of
danger that sent a shiver along her spine.
"They're almost silver, like shards of deadly ice."
"Remember that." She lifted her chin.
"The ice? A sexy biscuit like you? I doubt that."
"No.
Deadly." Why did she take
such delight in knowing he found her attractive? She pulled her gaze from his. Big mistake, as it landed on his lips. Full lips, above which, to the right, lay a
tiny scar. She wanted to lick it.
He chuckled, the sound oddly loud in the
quiet of the elevator. "I have no
doubt you would be deadly, in the right circumstances. Bet I could disarm you. Leave you helpless as a kitten."
"You might try."
"Retract your claws, kitten. No need to draw blood."
"According to you."
He smiled, an almost feral grin, and her
heart beat in a strange uneven rhythm.
"That doesn't mean I won't enjoy feeling
those claws on my back, when I'm fucking you so hard, you see stars."
She gulped, once again at a total loss for
words. She lifted her chin, her gaze
still held by his. He stepped
closer. She backed up. He repeated his step and so did she, but
found any further retreat halted by the wall.
The movement of his arm drew her attention and she realized breathing
came a little easier when free of his piercing gaze. Until she realized what he'd done.
The elevator ground to a halt after he pushed
the button, but the expected alarms didn't sound.
"What are you doing?"
"Testing a theory." He inched still closer, and she held up a
hand. Unfortunately, because of his
proximity, her hand came up against his chest.
A solid, muscular chest, with a heart beating under her fingertips. She drew away as if scorched.
"Enough nonsense." She winced at the tremor in her voice.
"This is anything but nonsense." He angled his head, moving in for a
kiss. She started to turn away.
"Don't move," he ordered.
She froze, once more caught by his gaze, the
knowing glint in his eyes pinning her.
"You take orders well."
Before she could protest, he covered her
mouth with his. His lips burned. She lifted her hands to his shoulders, but
instead of pushing him away, she tightened her fingers, as if trying to hold
on.
He moved slowly, tasting and nibbling, but
made no move to otherwise deepen the kiss.
Giddy sensations started deep in her belly, uncurling through her body,
settling with a pulsing ferocity in her clit.
When he drew away, she blindly followed, not willing to give up the
delight building within.
His chuckle rang in her ears, and her eyes
fluttered open. His smug smile quickly
cooled the heat blistering through her veins.
She lifted her hand, intending to slap him, but he caught her wrist,
then did the same with the other when she again moved to strike. All too soon, her arms were pinned behind her
back when he pressed his full length against her. Her heart threatened to explode out of her
chest.
"Hitting a dom will get you
punished."
"I'm no sub," she hissed.
"Let go of me."
He gave a nearly imperceptible shake of his
head and she tugged against his grip.
Her attempt seemed weak against the iron hold he had on her.
"I will have such fun taming you."
"You can try, but you'll never
succeed."
One dark eyebrow arched, and she attempted
once more to free herself. She couldn't
and remained helpless in his grasp.
Liquid pooled between her legs, and her clit ached, needing to be
touched.
"It's obvious you like it when I subdue
you. I have so many ways I'd like to do
that."
Her breath hitched, and his lips curled in a
knowing smile.
"So the kitten does like to be
caught. I thought so."
"No, I'm a domme. I get off on being in charge. I do not want to be controlled."
"Surely you know the sub is the one with
all the true power."
He ran a finger along her jaw and she fought
to keep the shiver suppressed. She
failed.
"You have an exquisite fire, one that
should be stoked and not extinguished."
She closed her eyes, wishing she could
leave. Damn her body for reacting this
way. She got off on dominating, not
submitting. Then why was she wetter than
she'd ever been before? Her breasts hurt
with the need to be touched, suckled.
She groaned, wishing she'd never decided to come to this party tonight.
"Look at me."
His words held a stern order, and despite her
intentions, she obeyed. She caught his
stare a split second before his mouth crashed down on hers. This time he was forceful, demanding entry
with his tongue. She had no will to
resist and allowed him in, her knees buckling as the rush of desire overcame
her. He continued to hold her captive
against him as he tasted her, finding every spot that left her a panting
puddle, ready to melt at his feet.
Abruptly, she found herself released, and the
car once again began to move. She didn't
dare look at him when she tried to right her coat over herself, patting her
hair, and trying with little success to steady her racing heart.
"I can't wait for the chance to really
teach you how to submit: To me."
"Don't hold your breath," she forced ice into her tone that she didn't
feel at all. Not with the heat still
licking at her core and making her crave more of this infuriating man's touch.
The elevator dinged, signaling their arrival at the lobby level. The doors whooshed open and he waved an arm
indicating she should go first. She did,
her head held high, and was relieved to see the taxi waiting out front. She didn't look at the dom again when she
slid into the vehicle and gave the driver her hotel name. And she didn't look back when the cab drove
off.
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About the Author
I'm a born-and-bred Jersey Girl, with Brooklyn
roots, and I still live where it all started. I married my very own alpha male
many eons ago, and am a former full-time working mom to two school-age children.
Needless to say, free time is always at a premium, and I spend the bulk of it
lost in the worlds of my own making. I love to read and write hot sexy and
emotional stories about people both glamorous and not-so-glamorous. And some of
them are even downright un-heroic at times, which is part of what makes them so
sexy, in my opinion!
On those rare occasions when I am not writing,
you can catch me playing in my other favorite alternate worlds of Highlander,
Harry Potter, Charmed, and DragonBall Z! Yes, I know, an odd combo, but they
all feature some of the sexiest villains ever. I'm also a HUGE fan of the NY
Rangers, Criminal Minds, Vikings and All My Children – I am thrilled AMC has
returned.
My
books, which usually involve BDSM themes, and range from historical to
paranormal and futuristic/sci-fi, are available through Renaissance Ebooks
Sizzler Editions and Pink Flamingo Publications.
Contact Links:
Twitter:
@Gianna_Simone
Giveaway: eBook copy of either "Prince of the Universe" or "Warrior's Vengeance" PLUS Bayou Magiste Series swag (includes magnets, pens and postcards). In addition, the author will give away an ebook copy of each one of the books in the Bayou Magiste Series.
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