Is he worth the heartbreak? At nearly forty, Julie isn’t so sure she’ll ever find a man who is, so she’s vowed that all her big 4-0 decisions will have zip to do with relationships. A successful theater manager, she agrees to travel to North Carolina and help a friend put her erotic performance theater on its feet. Julie has always been curious and drawn to the BDSM world, and now she can safely explore that world in the environment she knows best.
Desmond Hayes is the roofing contractor repairing their rundown theater building, but he’s also a rigger, well-known in the BDSM world for his rope artistry. He’s not just a top, though; he’s a Dom whose unexpected quirks mesh too well with Julie’s eccentric personality and awaken her submissive side.
From the time he was born, Des has been fighting the odds against him. Because of that, he’s kept his relationships inside the BDSM scene, with clear boundaries. While Julie has almost given up on finding a person worth loving through better or worse—or pleasure and pain—Des never expected to receive that gift.
He’s not letting that treasure get away—no matter how much rope he has to use to bind her to him.
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“So why do you come to the orchid conservatory?”
Julie asked. “What do you like about it, beyond the obvious that it’s amazing?”
Julie asked. “What do you like about it, beyond the obvious that it’s amazing?”
Des stopped before a trio of white orchids.
“Notice the shape of the petals. When I look at them, I imagine transforming
the female form into the same shapes, using rope. I get a lot of ideas from
gardens, particularly orchids.”
“Notice the shape of the petals. When I look at them, I imagine transforming
the female form into the same shapes, using rope. I get a lot of ideas from
gardens, particularly orchids.”
He traced the air before one of the flowers.
“Imagine that’s her thigh, lifted, bound to her ankle. Her back arched, arms
behind her so her breasts form this curve here… I’d suspend her, but I’d also
twist a rope beneath her, so it would become the stem of the flower and anchor
her.”
“Imagine that’s her thigh, lifted, bound to her ankle. Her back arched, arms
behind her so her breasts form this curve here… I’d suspend her, but I’d also
twist a rope beneath her, so it would become the stem of the flower and anchor
her.”
As he described it, she could see it. “Why does it
give you such a charge? It’s not just about tying a woman up so you can do
whatever you want to her. Or is it?”
give you such a charge? It’s not just about tying a woman up so you can do
whatever you want to her. Or is it?”
He gave her a quick, very male smirk. “That’s a
very important perk. But yes, there are other reasons. I explore a lot of rope
disciplines, and one of my personal favorites is semenawa, torture rope. Not as scary as it sounds. It's about
contrasting stimuli."
very important perk. But yes, there are other reasons. I explore a lot of rope
disciplines, and one of my personal favorites is semenawa, torture rope. Not as scary as it sounds. It's about
contrasting stimuli."
He shifted behind her. "Pull all your hair
over your right shoulder."
over your right shoulder."
He could say things in a manner that wasn’t saying
them at all, as much as commanding them. What made it so intoxicating was that
he pulled it off in such an unexpected moment. Des didn't appear the commanding
sort…at first glance. Yet he could compel a woman’s attention with his
unwavering gaze, the set of his jaw and an energy that emitted from him even
when he was saying nothing at all.
them at all, as much as commanding them. What made it so intoxicating was that
he pulled it off in such an unexpected moment. Des didn't appear the commanding
sort…at first glance. Yet he could compel a woman’s attention with his
unwavering gaze, the set of his jaw and an energy that emitted from him even
when he was saying nothing at all.
"The other right shoulder." His voice
held heat with humor, acknowledging the reason for her distraction. When he
shifted closer, his breath stirred the fine hairs on her exposed neck. His body
didn't touch hers, but a dense aura stroked her, a cushion of magnetism between
two closely aligned bodies, the strength of his interest in her, his desire.
held heat with humor, acknowledging the reason for her distraction. When he
shifted closer, his breath stirred the fine hairs on her exposed neck. His body
didn't touch hers, but a dense aura stroked her, a cushion of magnetism between
two closely aligned bodies, the strength of his interest in her, his desire.
Curving his hand over her hip, he put his lips
over the pounding pulse in her throat. A small breath escaped her, a shudder
swaying her into a light brush against him. He moved in, and his lips parted,
tongue teasing her.
over the pounding pulse in her throat. A small breath escaped her, a shudder
swaying her into a light brush against him. He moved in, and his lips parted,
tongue teasing her.
"See how the top part of the orchid is
slightly twisted?"
slightly twisted?"
She nodded, her eyes fixed on it. His grip left
her hip and cupped her hand, her knuckles nested in his palm. His thumb came
over them to press into the flesh at the base of her fingers while his other
fingers constricted, capturing her hand fully. Slowly, as his mouth stimulated
a thousand nerve endings in her throat, he began to turn her wrist. Not a lot,
but his hold and the angle made her gradually aware of pressure and his
strength, discomfort edging toward pain. Just when she thought she was going to
have to ask him to stop, he did, holding her hand at that unnerving stress
point.
her hip and cupped her hand, her knuckles nested in his palm. His thumb came
over them to press into the flesh at the base of her fingers while his other
fingers constricted, capturing her hand fully. Slowly, as his mouth stimulated
a thousand nerve endings in her throat, he began to turn her wrist. Not a lot,
but his hold and the angle made her gradually aware of pressure and his
strength, discomfort edging toward pain. Just when she thought she was going to
have to ask him to stop, he did, holding her hand at that unnerving stress
point.
His lips created a lot of mad swirling between her
chest and the folds of her sex. His inflexible restraint on her hand sent a
bolt straight to her core just as powerful. The mix of sexual stimuli had her
reaching for his hand on her other hip to steady her, even as things became far
less steady.
chest and the folds of her sex. His inflexible restraint on her hand sent a
bolt straight to her core just as powerful. The mix of sexual stimuli had her
reaching for his hand on her other hip to steady her, even as things became far
less steady.
"Imagine I can tie you in the shape of that
flower,” he said, lifting his mouth a fraction from her skin. “I can. You’ll
struggle between pain and ecstasy, and I’ll use both to break you into a world
of your mind you can't imagine, where every reaction you have belongs to me. I
have full command of your senses, your body. You're not even sure if your soul
belongs to you anymore. You’re stretched to your physical limits, but you’re
aroused, too, not wanting the tension to end.
flower,” he said, lifting his mouth a fraction from her skin. “I can. You’ll
struggle between pain and ecstasy, and I’ll use both to break you into a world
of your mind you can't imagine, where every reaction you have belongs to me. I
have full command of your senses, your body. You're not even sure if your soul
belongs to you anymore. You’re stretched to your physical limits, but you’re
aroused, too, not wanting the tension to end.
“Earlier, you asked what kind of Dom I am. That’s
your answer.”
your answer.”
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An RT Book Reviews Career Achievement Award recipient in Erotic Romance, Joey W. Hill has well over thirty titles available in contemporary and paranormal erotic romance. Her characters include everything from vampires, mermaids, witches and angels, to boardroom executives, cops and simple housemaids.
Free excerpts from all her works are available at www.storywitch.com, and additional vignettes, character interviews and graphics inspired by the work are at the fan forum site, accessible via www.storywitch.com/community. Subscribe to her newsletter from her home page and receive the latest info about appearances and releases.
Though much of her work is BDSM, she has built her reputation on award-winning romances with absorbing characters who not only attract fans of the genre, but readers who would "never" read BDSM romance. "Whatever genre you're writing, if the characters are compelling and sympathetic, the readers are going to want to see what happens to them. It can be the coolest storyline ever, but if the reader could care less whether the hero or heroine survive (in fact, in some cases they may be rooting for their destruction just so they can be done with the darn thing), then it's not a story worth reading."
Free excerpts from all her works are available at www.storywitch.com, and additional vignettes, character interviews and graphics inspired by the work are at the fan forum site, accessible via www.storywitch.com/community. Subscribe to her newsletter from her home page and receive the latest info about appearances and releases.
Though much of her work is BDSM, she has built her reputation on award-winning romances with absorbing characters who not only attract fans of the genre, but readers who would "never" read BDSM romance. "Whatever genre you're writing, if the characters are compelling and sympathetic, the readers are going to want to see what happens to them. It can be the coolest storyline ever, but if the reader could care less whether the hero or heroine survive (in fact, in some cases they may be rooting for their destruction just so they can be done with the darn thing), then it's not a story worth reading."
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