Lethal Obsession
Angela Martin is chief detective for the Moose Creek, N.C.,
police department, when a possible murder call comes in. At the scene she finds
the body of a woman, hanging from hands bound overhead, eyes blindfolded, mouth
gagged. Red whip marks crisscross the woman’s buttocks, the back of her legs.
She recognizes the scene, knows exactly what happened to the woman before she
died, because Det. Angela Martin was bound and blindfolded, gagged and whipped
exactly as this woman had been. By a man she met on line.
A killer.
A master whose power over her is so strong she’s willing to
risk everything – her career, even her life – to be with him again.
LETHAL OBSESSION is a novel of desire and domination,
suspicion and fear, and the mysterious way those emotions mingle into an
inescapable pull, one that might cost Angela her life.
*****
An excerpt:
I am
going to die.
Because
I’m stupid.
That was
the final lucid thought Angela was able to form before emotion replaced
rational thinking. His hands – gentle yet deliberate in the way they had
already worked the rest of her clothing from her body – unfastened first one
strap that hung over her shoulders, then the other, and Angela felt her face
flush as the chemise fell, leaving her nude.
She
heard a whimper as the hot sting of leather kissed her buttocks, then the
whimper grew to a muffled cry with the second and third strike, and Angela
realized it was her own voice she was hearing, what little voice she could form
through the gag.
Her body
trembled at a fourth and fifth strike. Fear and adrenaline coursed through her
body, and Angela moaned. Embarrassment competed with fear, embarrassment at
being naked and vulnerable, and at the realization her body was responding to
his actions, that she could no longer control herself, with each lash from the
belt arousal grew; fear as the realization dawned on her, not rationally but in
some deep, visceral way, that she was helpless and alone, at the mercy of a
stranger who clearly had painful intentions for her.
Then it
all went away, replaced by the hard sensation of ice, first against her right
nipple, then her left. Angela cried out at the cold, her body jerking, but the
sound was muffled, and she moved little, with her arms stretched overhead,
wrists bound, snuggly held in place by…by what she wasn’t sure, with her vision
nothing more than blackness behind a blindfold.
She
turned her body away from the cold as much as she could, and Angela felt
another sharp sting of leather across her buttocks.
“You
will stand still.”
The
voice, little more than a whisper, was firm and even. No anger, no frustration,
just a simple command.
Again
the ice, but Angela held her footing, though her body trembled in spite of her
attempt at remaining perfectly still. The cold pressed against her, hard, and
then she felt the ice slipping around the nipple, making larger and larger
circles outward, spiraling across her breasts.
As
suddenly as the ice had come, it was gone. In its place she felt his
lips...kissing her right nipple, gently at first, ever so softly. A mix of
sensations rolled through her body – the air against her left nipple, still wet
from the ice, almost stinging cold, while his kisses brought warmth to her
right nipple. Despite the embarrassment, the fear, Angela felt herself growing
wetter than she could ever remember as his hands caressed her hips. She moaned,
instinctively arched her hips forward and felt teeth clamp down on her nipple.
Not hard enough to be a bite, but with enough force to hurt.
She
whimpered and, again acting on instinct, tried pulling away, which served to
elicit even more pain before he released her nipple.
“You are
not very compliant,” he said. As before his voice was little more than a
whisper, followed by the sound of leather slicing through the air and the
sensation of it slapping hard across her butt, wrapping around her body, the
tip of the belt kissing her, there, with pain.
*****
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About
Shandra Miller
Shandra
is a mid-western gal who left home at 16 and never looked back. Eventually she
made her way to Florida, worked for three years as a carnie and another three
with a circus -- yes, a real, live, honest-to-god circus. Traveled all through
the South and Mid-Atlantic, town to town, on the road eight months at a time.
Now
she’s a small-town office girl, filing papers, answering the phone. She doesn’t
own a cell phone or a TV, she takes long walks at night, lies in the grass in
the day time and watches the clouds go by, and she writes erotica. Blazing hot
erotica. And mystery stories dripping with lust, sex and suspense.
You
can follow Shandra at shandramillerwriter.blogspot.com or at https://www.facebook.com/shandra.miller.52 and on Twitter @shandramillerwr
LETHAL
OBSESSION is her debut novel. Her second novel, HELPLESS, Book 2 of the Lethal
Obsession Trilogy, will be released Aug. 15. You can find LETHAL OBSESSION at
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Thanks so much for allowing me to appear on your blog. If you or your readers have any questions about me or my writing, please post them here! I'll check in several times over the weekend and reply.
ReplyDeleteThanks for being on the blog! What inspired Lethal Obsession?
ReplyDeleteNo single thing, more of a combination of ideas and thoughts.
ReplyDeleteI was playing around on Craigslist one day when I saw some personal ads -- everything from people looking for casual dating to individuals looking for hook-ups that night with most anyone they could find.
I went from there to a couple of websites that focus solely on the BDSM community, and again found people wishing to hook up with strangers.
I started thinking, would a woman ever get together with a stranger in a manner that I eventually had my main character do, I mean just put herself totally at his mercy? Even cuffed and blindfolded before he walked in? I have to admit, while that sounds insane and crazy dangerous, there's also a strange thrill with that idea.
I didn't think that, by itself, was a strong enough premise for a story, so I kept playing with it, decided to add the element of some women being murdered while practicing BDSM. I wrote on it, worked on it, but still couldn't get it right until I thought of making the main female character experiencing all of this a police detective, responsible for investigating the deaths.
Once I added that element, the story more or less wrote itself.
There, that's a long-winded rambling answer. Hope that gives a little bit of insight!