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Book 2 Facets of Passion
Coming February 25
Althea Grant is doing fine.
Sure, her Charleston gallery is suffering from the bad economy, and her
artistic aspirations have gone nowhere. But she’s happy enough. When rugged
metal sculptor Steel rides up on his motorcycle looking to rent studio space,
his infusion of cash is more than welcome. But his art is raw, visceral,
sexual—and completely inappropriate for her pastel world of watercolor
landscapes.
Steel, fascinated by Althea’s
rare albino coloring, sees in her the key to his next piece: a metal satyr that
can be used for bondage games. Moving into her gallery basement is the first
step; seducing the coolly polite lady into modeling for him is the second.
As Steel peels away her
careful manners and tasteful outfits, Althea begins to realize her life isn’t
just fine at all—it’s as pale and washed-out as the watercolor paintings she’s
failing to sell. Can she transform her life and accept her most secret desires?
Excerpt:
Excerpt:
In
the morning, Althea dressed carefully in a pretty pale lemon chiffon dress with
tiny pearl buttons all down the front. She curled her hair and left it down,
thinking it complemented the neckline of the gown better and looked nice with
the wide-brimmed matching hat. She looked forward to seeing Brandon for a
lovely Sunday outing.
Never mind that
she’d spent a nearly feverish night thinking of Steel’s lurid promises. She had
no intention of breaking up with Brandon. Steel could hang himself from his own
sculpture for all she cared.
She clipped
through the gallery as a quick check that all was well, then let herself out
through the front and rearmed the alarm. Brandon hadn’t arrived yet, so she
busied herself with deadheading the impatiens and lobelia in the window boxes.
“Don’t you look
a picture.” Steel leaned against the wall nearby, decked out in his motorcycle
leathers. He wore mirrored sunglasses, so she couldn’t see his eyes, but his
intrusive gaze consumed her nevertheless.
“What are you doing out here?”
“Taking in the
sun, seeing the sights.” He grinned at her. “Gallery’s closed today, I see.
Wanna go for a ride on my bike? You’d have to change, though—that skirt would
be up over your head in no time. Not that I would mind. In fact the image of
you offers some interesting—”
“I have a date,” she snapped.
He raised his eyebrows. “Let me
guess—Sunday brunch. How…sweet.”
“I happen to like brunch.”
“And did you like staying home
alone on Saturday night?”
“I had a long day, working,” she emphasized. “I preferred
some time to unwind.”
He chuckled at
that. “Princess, I have no doubt that you could use some unwinding, but I could
suggest a dozen more interesting ways to do it. For example, we could start
with—”
“I’m not
interested.” She cut him off again and turned back to picking off the dried and
wilted blossoms.
“You don’t act
like a woman who’s not interested.”
“I’ve decided
to stick with Brandon. I’m declining your…offer. Not that I seriously
considered it. At all.”
“Brandon?” He
drew the name out, baaing on the “a” sound like a sheep.
“Oh stop. It’s
a perfectly fine name.”
“You think so?
Brandon? Sounds like a Momma’s boy to me.”
“Not every guy
has a noun for a name.”
“Not unless
he’s bold and manly like me.” He winked and she laughed before she caught herself,
but with her face still turned down to the window box, he might not have heard.
“I notice you never say my name.”
“Sure I do.
Steel refinery. Stainless steel silverware. Calphalon steel pans. I say it all
the time.”
“I want to hear
you gasping it out while I’m riding you,” he spoke from just behind her, in a
quiet, intense voice.
She whirled
around and had to take a step back, he was so close. “I don’t want you talking
to me that way.”
“I think you
like it.”
“I don’t.” But
her voice faltered.
“I think
Brandon treats you like a lady. I bet, when he bothers to pay attention to you,
that he ‘makes love’ to you. All clean and polite-like. Sunday brunch sex. Am I
right?”
She focused on
the prominent Adam’s apple in his tanned throat. He was all over stubble again.
She wondered how the scratchiness would feel.
“There’s
nothing wrong with love-making.”
“No,” he
agreed, and he smiled when she glanced up in surprise. “There’s a place for
that too. Long afternoons, lace curtains and taking each other in long,
luxurious, slow licks of pleasure.” He stroked her cheek. “I can be into that
too. But I’m offering something the Brandons of the world won’t. I think
there’s a very dirty girl under all that lovely lady exterior. The one who gets
juiced just looking at my art. Who wants it hard and hot and maybe just a
little rough. Tell me, has any man dared to tie you up with your legs spread
wide, so he could have his way with you?”
She gaped at
him and he leaned in. Whispered in her ear.
“I would. One
word from you, princess, and I will.”
“Is this your
idea of luring me?” She tried to sound indignant, but it came out breathless.
“Absolutely.”
He flashed her his wicked grin. “And it’s working too.”
Sapphire
Book 1 Facets of Passion
By Jeffe Kennedy
Publisher: Carina Press
A successful executive,
M. Taylor Hamilton is on track with her ten-year plan. Too bad her personal
life consists of hitting the gym and grocery shopping. Enter the seductive Adam
Kirliss. They may have a working relationship, but everything changes at an
office party when he handcuffs her to the rail of a yacht. Taylor writes the
adventure off as too much champagne, but when Adam challenges her to a date,
she agrees to meet up with him. And follow his rules. They share a night of
exquisite intimacy, brimming with both pain and pleasure. But afterwards,
fearful of losing her heart, Taylor pulls back emotionally. Adam is determined
to prove that she longs for the loss of control he can give her – and the
passionate release it provides. How can he make her see that he wants her, and
not just her body?
Excerpt
Kirliss captured her
other wrist and held them close in front of her, his warm fingers massaging her
skin, while he studied her face. The boat surged over a wave, disturbing her
balance. Kirliss’s unusual eyes caught the light, boring into her.
“This is silly,” she
tried.
“Do you want me to make
you stay?”
“What?” Taylor choked.
She couldn’t let him treat her this way. “No! You’ll do no such—”
She lost her breath
entirely when he pressed up against her. Thinking he was trying to embrace her,
she pulled away and found herself backed against the brass railing.
By the time she gathered
her flustered thoughts, her wrists were handcuffed to the rail behind her.
Mortified, a bit afraid and—worse—suddenly and wildly aroused…
About the Author:
Jeffe Kennedy took the crooked road to writing,
stopping off at neurobiology, religious studies and environmental consulting
before her creative writing began appearing in places like Redbook, Puerto del
Sol, Wyoming Wildlife, Under the Sun and Aeon. An erotic novella, Petals and
Thorns, came out under her pen name of Jennifer Paris in 2010, heralding yet
another branch of her path, into erotica and romantic fantasy fiction. Since
then, an erotic short, Feeding the Vampire, and another erotic novella,
Sapphire, have hit the shelves.
Jeffe lives in Santa Fe, with
two Maine coon cats, a border collie, plentiful free-range lizards and
frequently serves as a guinea pig for an acupuncturist-in-training. Find her on
Facebook https://www.facebook.com/Author.Jeffe.Kennedy
and Twitter (@jeffekennedy) or visit her at her website http://jeffekennedy.com/.
Contemporary
M/F. BDSM. Anal Play. Spanking
Althea is a very proper lady, she is an albino and her life is very much like she is, pale. Currently she has an art gallery because she loves art but could never herself get her watercolors to be expressive enough to catch others eye to buy.
One day this bad boy pulls up on his motorcycle with leather chaps, leather jacket and asks her to rent him space in her basement to do his artwork. She says no but when he tells her his name is Steel and then hands her ten grand she has to reconsider. She is close to losing the gallery and she can't face her parents chalk up another failure because she doesn't want to follow their wishes. She agrees and shows him the space in the basement.
She is such a prim and proper lady and he is such a bad boy!
It doesn't take long before he gets her to model for him and so much more. When she is in the basement he sets the rules. Steel watches her open up and puts one challenge after another in front of her. She knows he sets the rules but she has total control and can stop anytime she wishes but she truly enjoys the new freedom she has discovered.
Althea finally knows she is so much more than she ever thought possible and is glowing with the new Althea, especially with Steel by her side.
Contemporary
BDSM. Anal Play. Toys
138 pages
M. Taylor Hamilton on is now the Vice President of Development and is on her boss's yacht to celebrate the occasion with several others. The boss says you attend you do so even if this sort of thing is not something Taylor would chose to do. She works with Adam Kirliss but has never let anything but business occur, never anything but the proper business woman shows.
Mr. Adam Kirliss gets her to the top level of the yacht and manages to put cuffs on her and cuff her to the rail. He lets her know that he can does want to dominate her and is willing to bet that she wants it too. He gives her a safe word, Sapphire, and any time she wants him to stop all she has to do is say it. She does not know why she won't use the safe word but goes with his demands.
Adam Kirliss is much the same kind of a person as Taylor but he sees something in her that he is determined to uncover. He gets her to agree to a lunch date and afterwards he again gets her to agree to another date where he has made it very clear that he will have total control. She still has her safe word and can quit anytime, so she agrees.
Taylor learns much and experiences much more than she ever expected, something else she learned was that even though she gave in to the control of another she holds a very different kind of power and she plans to use it.
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