I LOVE Lavender's books. Y'all need to check her out.
So, I am going to turn things over to her, and I know you'll all enjoy!
February has been a busy month. Exciting, but crazy as it flew by.My newest release, Stranded at the Rodeo, debuted January 29th at Siren Bookstrand. It’s the last book of the Ransomed Hearts series and while I love those characters, I’m glad they all found their true loves.
Because I’ve already got new projects on my laptop that are demanding time in my brain. Yes, two projects, maybe three if I count the sequel I’m already thinking about.
Those voices in my head keep getting louder and my fingers just can’t seem to keep up with them on the keyboard. The voices are getting frustrated with my slow fingers. They’re waking me in the middle of the night with plot suggestions! Images of BDSM clubs and fast cars! They’re driving me crazy (but my hubby tells me it’s a short trip).
Both stories are centered in a BDSM club. The first, Sam’s Submission, focuses on an attorney who is targeted by a former client and the security agent who protects her. While in hiding, they spend a few hot nights at Velvet Glove.
The second project, still untitled, is a rather grey-esque story about a reporter and the owner of a private club specializing in dominance and submission
Both are close to finished, and I’ll have release dates on my website (www.lavenderdaye.com) when everything is set.
In the meantime, here’s a peak at Stranded at the Rodeo to warm up your day.
***THIS IS A SEX SCENE. PLEASE DO NOT READ IT UNLESS YOU'RE 18 and up***
Emma woke to the sound of the rain falling against the windows. Faint light bled through the blinds and illuminated the living room. The fire was blazing and Noah was an unseen presence in the house.
She stretched, her body remembering where and how he’d touched her in the early hours of the morning. His hard hands and gentle touch leaving indelible marks on her body, memories of pleasure to cherish and a standard to judge any man who might come into her life in the future. He made her sing when she expected to whimper and moan, her body surprised by the intensity of sensations. Strong, demanding without pushing, he’d shown her ways to fly apart while he held her. Not at all what she’d expected. But Noah wasn’t her typical date material.
Emma stood and wrapped one of the quilts around her, then ran down the chilly hall to the master bathroom. The radiant heat under the tiles was a blessing. The quilt fell to the floor and she surveyed her body in the mirror while luxuriating in the heat. An oval bruise darkened her collarbone just to the left of her throat and the skin just below the bruise was reddened. She flushed, remembering the feel of Noah’s whiskers rasping against the tender skin. Her hands went to her breasts, to the aching nipples, still tight and waiting for his mouth. She lifted them and looked for more whisker marks, expecting to find them on the underside of her breasts where he’d spent so much time.
“Such a beautiful view.”
Emma jumped, Noah’s sensual voice catching her unaware, and her hands fell to her sides.
“No, don’t stop, Emma. I like the picture you’re presenting. Touch yourself again. Pinch those tasty nipples for me.”
His words went to her head, need building within her body, and she did as told. In the mirror, she met his gaze, then followed his eyes when they dropped to her hands.
She drew in air and convinced her fingers to move, pinching and tweaking as he directed from across the room. Noah leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed over his bare chest, the epitome of calm and collected, but the tension in his every muscle gave away his intense interest. He was alive with heat, with lust.
Knowing the desire was all for her and that her actions fueled it made Emma wanton, made her a servant to his instructions. Her heart beat a little faster, her breath quickened, and the apex of her thighs grew wet and ready for him.
What would happen when he actually touched her?
“Slide your hands down your belly.”
His dark tone was hypnotic, forcing air out of her lungs and her sex twitched. He shouldn’t have this much power over her but she couldn’t stop her reactions. She released her nipples and spread her fingers across her ribcage then moved south slowly, one tentative inch at a time, while her eyes remained focused on his expression.
His lips parted and that hot tongue of his swiped across the upper lip like he wanted a taste. She hummed with the imagined feel of it on her skin.
Her hands dipped lower, delving into the curls covering her core and she paused.
“Did I tell you to stop?” he growled.
Via the mirror, she raised a brow. A minor act of defiance, but judging by the heat in his eyes, he took it seriously.
“I expect to see those fingers in your pussy. Now.”
He didn’t shout, didn’t threaten, but his tone increased the moisture gathering just below her hand. Her desire to wait evaporated. Her right hand dropped low enough for her to reach the top of her slit, and she dipped her index finger inside.
“Good girl,” he crooned, and her body swayed with the emotion of his praise sweeping across her senses.
“Find the nub that makes you crazy. Find it now.”
Tightening her knees, she delved within her folds until she found the nub of her clitoris. She circled it, making it last while he observed. His expression was intense, focused solely on her hand, and it gave her the opportunity to admire him without his mask. He hid so many things from her. His kindness. His gentle nature. The best parts of his soul were disguised by dominance.
Her body thrilled to the dominance but longed for the rest of him.
She sagged into his arms, trembling with the need to come and the pleasure zinging through her body. Noah set her on the counter and stripped out of his jeans. The sight of his erection, the long hot length of it ready and willing to work its magic on her, had Emma’s body hummed with urgent need.
He stepped into the shower and turned on the water. In seconds, steam filled the enclosure. She stared, unable to take her eyes off his body. The sleek lines of him, the ropes of muscle shifting as he moved, the flex of his calves and thighs bringing him closer to where she sat mesmerized her.
He lifted her into his arms and kissed her like she was the only woman he wanted and his eyes echoed the emotion. Insane desire pulsed within her, taking the ache of her body to the extreme. When her feet hit the floor, she was in the shower.
He stepped away and water cascaded over her, heating her body even more than his touch.
Too much heat.
Too much need.
She was burning for him. Emma turned away from the spray and found him standing in the shower’s opening, a condom in hand. His chest rose and fell with his breath and he rolled the latex on with a leisurely hand, prolonging the anticipation.
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