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Hello and welcome to MOAN DAY… steamy hotness awaits to pull you away from those Monday blues… What have I got for you today? Well, that would be telling…
The Ties That Bind
“We need to work together, you and I,” said Mark, and his lips descended to nuzzle her neck, “because I suspect we want the same thing.”
“You want ten tonnes of sugar and a three litre vat of coffee?”
She was rewarded with a sharp nip for her troubles. “Don’t go vampire on me,” she threatened, “I’ve already got you down as the big bad wolf.”
He laughed. “Because I can see you, smell you and eat you better than anyone else you’ve ever known?”
“No, it was a ‘whose afraid of the big bad wolf thing,’ but you’ve been replaced in that department. Anyway, tell me what we’re working together on.”
“You’re not afraid of me…
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Genre: Contemporary Romance/Rockstar Romance
Release Date: December 17 2015
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Leaving the familiar comfort of her UK home for a weekend in Texas is one of the craziest things Charlotte Evans has ever done. Celebrating her birthday with friends is the highlight of her year until she bumps into her favourite rock star, literally.
Gage Weston is used to having women fall over themselves at his feet … A rock star, an actor, he’s got his fair share of female attention, but what is it about the Brit that grabs his attention from the moment they meet?
Communication issues and crossed wires plague them as they try to work out what is going on with them across thousands of miles. Crazy friends and distance issues aside; can a relationship work, or is it a simple case of ‘a girl in every town’?
“Oh shit!” I didn’t know what to do with myself, and was thankful Gage was standing in front of me, hiding my modesty. “Just fucking great.” I groaned as I hid my face in his chest. It was then I realised we were still connected . . . physically.
“Don’t ever hide like that.” Gage lifted my head up to face him and gave me a gentle kiss before turning his head to look back at the girl still standing behind us. “Can we help you?” He wasn’t smiling, and the effect was a little scary.
“How could you do this to me?” she spat. “I asked you to introduce me, but really you just wanted to keep them to yourself. Who’s next? Matt? Eli? Hey, how about Drew, even though he’s married?”
“Woah woah. Hang on there a minute, lady. For one, I never said I was going to introduce you to anyone; If you remember, I gave you advice, which is more than most people would do. As for who or what I do is none of your business.” I felt Gage’s body shake as he started to laugh silently.
“I can get you a quiet place with Callaghan if you so desire.” He sniggered, making my body shake against the table. I punched him on the arm, which only made him laugh harder.
Christina Mandara has a new book out… and it’s a corker!! I’ve been waiting for this series to reach its climax and I can’t wait to get my hands on a copy..
It’s FINALLY here – the naughtiness that happens in Albrecht Stables finally comes to a climatic end. (18+ Audience Only)
Blurb:
Will Mark Matthews accept Redcliff’s terms for his daughter’s release, surrendering both body and mind to the enemy? Petal’s sanity depends upon the fact, for in the sixth and final book of the Pony Tales she is to discover that the fate in store for her at Albrecht is not a pretty one.
Shipped off to Leyland Forbes in a steel cage, the pony-girl will have to endure all sorts of imaginative bondage and BDSM at his palatial manor, as her body is photographed intimately by several of the world’s top photographers. As the day progresses she will find herself taken out to dinner in chains, before being cleverly and expertly divested of her virginity.
Trouble awaits when she returns to the stables, however. One of the trainers has taken a monstrous dislike to her and intends to prove his superiority, both in the dungeon and beyond.
Escape for Jenny is beginning to seem like an impossible dream…
Excerpt
If you want me to utter that safe word, you’re going the wrong way about it,” breathed Jenny, who was still struggling to rub her body against his.
He barked out a laugh. “Oh you’ll utter your naughty little word before the night is out,” whispered Mark, nuzzling his lips against her neck, “but at the moment, I want to lick, bite, nibble, pinch, tweak and chew
every inch of you. She made a face at him and he shook his head, amused. “Relax, you’ll enjoy it.” She narrowed her eyes at that. “OK,” he amended, “you’ll enjoy most of it.”
Whatever Jenny’s reply to his comment might have been was lost, for his mouth descended quickly upon her sex and employed every trick in the book to get her to panting level in record time. When she’d reached the ‘ten-seconds-to-blast-off’ point, he abruptly stopped and moved on to other ‘less sensitive’ body parts. She made lots of funny gurgling noises, and some interesting Kung Fu moves against his knot-work, but ultimately, she just had to wait and endure. He planned to cover her entire body with his tongue-work and lips, and he started high, tracing the delicate lines of her cheekbones, the ridge of her lips, the line of her nose, and the arch of her neck. Nipping at the tightly pointed buds of her nipples and palpating the soft flesh of her abdomen, he then moved to bite the tender inner flesh of her thighs and tongue a wavy line of worship down to her ankles. He sucked toes, pretty little red-tipped toes that were stretched high in the air, and then he got down low and traced a path around her plugs with his tongue. Under her arms, over her shoulders, down to her tight little waist, he suckled, blew, kissed and even hummed tunes against her skin. She smelled divine. She tasted better. It was a shame she was not edible, for he could have eaten her whole. When he had covered her body from top to bottom at least twice, only then did he return to his shot glass.
With his long fingers, he gently pried the glass loose from the tight confines of her pussy, not able to contain his smile of satisfaction when she groaned at its removal. “You like being filled.” It was a statement, not a question, which was just as well, because he didn’t get an answer. “Do you like being stretched, I wonder?” Inserting the middle and index finger of his right hand into her dripping wet channel, he began to stretch the soft, wet walls of her sex. There was another groan. “I guess I’ll take that as a yes,” he murmured. Making slow scissor motions with his fingers, he began to stretch the tight flesh of her pussy, opening her up. “Can you guess what I’m going to do next?” With his fingers still slipping and sliding inside her, he held up his shot glass and twirled the remaining liquid around. “You only get one guess, Princess.”
“Oh God, please tell me you’re not,” said Jenny, who spoke thickly and with stilted pauses. His fingers appeared to be quite the distraction.
“Oh,” breathed Mark happily, “I’m afraid I am.” Tilting the glass to a forty-five degree angle he let it hover for just a second, and as soon as Jenny grimaced and closed her eyes, he slowly began to pour.
“It’s still warm,” she whimpered in a pained voice.
“It’ll be nothing compared to the temperature I’m about to rocket you up to, given a couple of a minutes.”
“How are you going to get that out again? You can suck it out, surely?” Jenny opened one eye at him and gave him a nasty look.
“We’ll have to hope, for your sake, that I can. Otherwise I’ll be searching the apartment up and down for a straw, and then I might get distracted and feel the need to blow bubbles.”
She gave a horrified shudder beneath him, but then his mouth was upon her and it was all about pleasure. He flipped the stereo on with his spare hand and the shuffle function found the ‘Flower duet,’ from the opera ‘Lakmé’ which usually reminded him of the British Airways commercial, but tonight he had other things on his mind. It was a strangely appropriate piece, but he hadn’t the time to consider the intricacies of opera at the moment. He was focused. He had his goal in sight and he was nothing if not an overachiever.
He suckled, tongued, stroked and slurped. Light trickles of Sambuca ran into his mouth, flavoured with her unique, spicy essence that made the subtle hint of elderflower and the strong tang of liquorice seem like nectar from the Gods. Speaking of Gods, she tasted heavenly. Earthy, musky, flowery, and there was a hint of sweetness he couldn’t quite put his finger on. She seemed to have a particular scent and taste that drove him wild, and tonight, he intended to indulge himself. She wouldn’t be getting a sip of this particular vintage. This was all for him and he savoured each drop. When her thighs began trembling beneath his hands, he increased the suction of his mouth and captured her clit. In a few artful flicks, he had her screaming and then he could wait no longer. He was inside her. With long, tortured thrusts of urgency, he finally found solace within her body. She squeezed him tightly, somehow remembering what she had been taught and as he ran his fingers up and down her body, caressing and stroking her arms, breasts and thighs, he lost himself. One moment he was a sensible, control-freak style dominant and in the next he was a rutting beast. He needed to pull himself back and rein it in, or this session would not end as planned.
Pulling out of Jennifer Redcliff’s body was one of the hardest things he had ever done. Considering how long it had taken him to immerse himself inside it, it was hardly surprising. Breathing hard, he withdrew his aching cock, and it was clear she felt the same way for her body tried desperately hard to hold on to him. “They’ve taught you well, I see,” he said with a sardonic smile, as he finally gathered his breath back.
“Oh God,” she moaned.
“I’m that good, huh?”
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So what’s new in the latest instalment of Pony Tales?
Imaginative Bondage – Jenny is about to find herself centre stage in Leyland Forbes palatial mansion as he works to entertain his guests in what will be the BDSM party of the century. She will find herself sprayed up in body paint and forming part of a moving exhibition – a carousel – before being dipped several feet underwater for experimental underwater games.
Marianna and the ‘No Panties’ rule – What happened to Marianna after we left her in Atlantisse? Well, she’s about to feature as a human dessert plate for the entertainment of Mark Matthews and a few others, besides. Then, when she arrives back at the office, she will have to face her ‘no panties’ punishment – which involves her walking around the office with… yes, you’ve guessed it… her panties around her ankles.
Mark and Jenny – Finally some alone time for Mark and Jenny! Lots of shocking, naughty games ensue and she’ll have a rather intimate experience with a shot glass. A safe word will be chosen and Mark will do all he can to make sure that it is uttered before the evening comes to a close.
Redcliff – This man wants to watch Mark squirm, and preferably at his feet. The tactics he will employ to make sure that will happen are going to make your eyes water!
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A little bit about Christina Mandara:
Christina Mandara was born in the UK, but has spent most of her life travelling the world. She speaks three languages and has been chiefly employed in the fields of finance and travel. Her favourite city is Sydney and her favourite holiday destination is the south of France.
She loves keeping fit and enjoys running, cycling and water sports. No, not those kinds of water sports; think surfing or sailing. That doesn’t mean that she doesn’t enjoy BDSM in all of its glorious forms, be that pony girls, bondage, edge play, orgasm denial or a damn good spanking. Her favourite item in the toy closet (a box simply isn’t big enough) is her riding crop.
In her spare time she’s usually cuddled up with a good book, exploring the countryside or baking in the kitchen. In fact, she loves her kitchen so much she’s one of few woman who wouldn’t mind being tied to it! Her first and foremost love is writing, however, and more often than not you’ll find her on a laptop spinning tales of romance, erotica or dark, paranormal fantasies.
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* * * Cover Reveal – Playing by His Rules * * *
Playing by His Rules – Book 2 in the ‘Playing’ series will be released on 7th April 2015.
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Excerpt:
He pointed to the floor between himself and the spanking stool. “On your knees.”
She folded herself gracefully into position and he clenched his teeth as he struggled to contain his impulse to haul her onto his lap and impale her on his erection. His cock surged, the blood pounding through him in strong steady beats, as he surveyed her down bent head. He needed to maintain control; he had to think of something other than enveloping himself inside her. His mind scrabbled to come up with anything other than her, and then he remembered her curiosity at the cabinet.
“You were looking in the cabinet.” He reached out and wrapped her hair around his hand. He pulled her head back and looked into her eyes. “Which of my toys did you like best?” His voice was no louder than a harsh whisper and he mentally berated himself for letting her get to him.
“I didn’t really choose a favorite.” Her words were stilted and low.
“But something in the cabinet interested you.” He watched as her shoulders tensed. “What was it?”
“I wouldn’t say it interested me.” She lifted her head and looked warily at him. “I just wasn’t sure what it was.”
“Describe it to me.”
She briefly described the shape and color of the object that had drawn her attention, and he smiled inwardly.
“Do you know which toy I mean?”
“I do.” He smiled broadly, as he relished the prospect of introducing her to the toy. “I think you’ll enjoy it.”
“But what is it for?”
“I think perhaps it is better that I show you.” She tensed and looked slightly apprehensive, but did not object.
“Now, however, it is time for your punishment.” He indicated the sloping stool in front of her. “Climb aboard.”
When she didn’t move, he repeated his command. “Now, Chloe! I do not want to have to repeat myself again tonight. Is that clear?”
“Yes, sir.” She gingerly moved toward the stool. He snagged an arm around her waist and lifted her onto the stool shaped in an inverted ‘v’ position. Her top half lay on the cushion-padded slope and she had to stretch out her arms to reach the handholds at the bottom of the slope to help her maintain her balance. Her legs relaxed against the opposite slope as her behind rested on the well-padded apex. He bent and swiftly cuffed her ankles to the sides of the stool and awaited her objections. When none were forthcoming, he walked around and manacled her wrists to the front of the frame.
He ran his fingers around and under the restraints. “Comfortable?”
“Yes, sir.” She sounded excited and he struggled to contain his moan of arousal.
He adjusted a lever and the stool position altered slightly. It didn’t move far, but it was enough to stretch her legs and have her standing on the tips of her toes. The position would allow her little advantage against him. She would have no choice but to submit to his mastery of her body.
She gave a small whimper and he stroked her back gently. “It’s alright. There’s nothing to be frightened of.” He continued to caress down her back and across her buttocks in a very non-sexual way as he waited for her to calm down. “Do you remember your safe word?”
“Yes, sir.” His heart lurched at her continued use of the phrase and he wondered if she was truly coming to accept him as her master.
“Good girl.”
He had to remind himself that she was new to all of this and to slow things down. He crouched at the front of the stool and lifted her head in order that he could look into her eyes. “The lesson I was aiming to teach this morning was about control. As your Dom it is my right to grant or deny your pleasure.” Her eyes widened as if he had shocked her, but she didn’t say a word. “When I tell you to close your eyes, I don’t expect to see you gazing at me. When I demand silence, I don’t want to hear a word. When I ask you not to move, I expect you to keep still. In here, you call me Master. Do you understand?”
“Yes. But–”
“No buts, Chloe. Those are the rules of this game.” His tone was harsher than he had ever used with her before, but he wanted to make sure that she understood his intent. “What I demand, you give. Unless of course,” he quantified his statement, “you decide to safe word.”
He held his breath as he awaited her response. When she said nothing he released his hold and stood up moving out of her line of vision.
He continued to talk to her as he wandered over to his cabinet to withdraw several of his favorite toys. “We’re going to have a little session where you will practice self-control.” He ran the anal beads that had so fascinated her, through his fingers. “I am going to teach you some new pleasures, sweetheart. You can move as much as the stool allows. You can scream as loud as you want, this room is soundproof.” He had returned to her side in time to hear her gasp aloud and he bent and whispered in her ear, “The one thing you are not allowed to do is cum.”
She turned her head and looked him straight in the eye. “That’s cruel!”
“Wrong, sweetheart.” He leaned forward and kissed her softly. “It’s control. Its pleasure beyond what you can currently imagine. It’s an exquisite form of torture.”
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Author Bio:
Glenda Horsfall was born and brought up in the beautiful city of Edinburgh.
From an early age she was an avid reader. She became engrossed in reading romance novels in her early teens and promised herself that one day she would sit down and write her own.
Glenda is now living the dream… and enjoying every minute of it. She writes romantic tales with light BDSM overtones. They may be tales of Domination and submission, but you are guaranteed a romance with a Happy Ever After ending!
Glenda now lives on the Fylde Coast of England with her own hero. She has a grown up son and four beautiful grand-daughters – the fourth born in last month.
Having worked for many years as an Accountant, she loves being able to let her creative imagination run wild as she creates romantic stories for you to enjoy.
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I typed ‘The End’ – book 2 will be out soon!!
As I said on my facebook author fan page – I’ve just finished editing book 2 – Playing by His Rules.
The manuscript has now gone off to my publisher’s proofreader and I will hopefully get a release date in the near future. I will say that I expect it to be out before the end of March 2015.
Playing by His Rules tells the story of Xander & Chloe, and how they overcome the odds as they learn to trust each other. It’s a fair bit longer than my first short story Playing for Keeps, in fact it’s almost twice as long, but Xander is such a sensual man I needed more time to get his story across.
Here’s an excerpt to whet your appetite…
To set the scene Xander has taken Chloe to a bdsm club lecture. The master on stage is explaining safe methods of bondage to his audience:
“If you look closely at Kayla’s cuffs you will see that they are soft leather. You need to ensure they fit your partner snuggly, but you should still be able to slip a finger in between the cuff and the sub’s skin.” Damien slipped a couple of fingers easily under the cuff on Kayla’s wrist and ran them around under the leather binding. The cuffs appeared slack enough to be comfortable, but not so loose that they would slip off Kayla’s wrist. He turned again to address the audience. “If the binding is too tight, you can cause circulation problems, not to mention bruising and skin chafing.” The look he conveyed on the audience was stern, and Chloe knew instinctively that he was not a man who took his responsibilities lightly. “Ensuring the comfort of your sub’s bindings will only serve to enhance her pleasure and your own.”
Pleasure? She cast a sideways look at Xander. How soon would he expect her to indulge him in this fantasy? Would he be cross if she refused? She nibbled on her lip uncertainly. Her chest felt tight and she struggled to breathe as panic assailed her. She tried to recall their earlier discussion in the office.
Everything he had said earlier about a submissive being the one in control, the one who held the power in a D/s relationship caused her to pause. Had he been truthful? Moreover, could she trust him? She remembered how he had made her hold tight to the bedstead the previous night, and how he had exerted his control over her body pausing in his actions until she had complied with his requests. Moisture pooled between her folds and she wriggled in her seat trying to get comfortable. She wondered if she would have felt the same excitement if he had tied her to the bed.
She wasn’t sure. At the time, she had enjoyed his mastery of her mind and her body. She had complied with his wishes, but it had felt more like an erotic game they were playing than a serious issue. She cast her eye over the girl tied to the bed on the stage. That was definitely serious.
She’d loved having Xander take charge, she’d had the strongest orgasm of her life, but if he wanted more… if he wanted to tie her up… gag her…. She didn’t know if she could take things that far, give up her control and let him control her altogether.
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Madame Gretchen:
Six kinksters want to join the most exclusive BDSM club in the area, The Iron Maiden. The first requirement? Survive Madame Gretchen. Join them as they navigate six weeks of kinkiness led by a sadistic, crop-wielding Domme who loves forced orgasms and demands total surrender. Their limits will be stretched and their desires uncovered.
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Excerpt from Madame Gretchen:
Facing the room, she allowed a mischievous smile to appear. Most of her submissive clients cringed and dripped when they saw this smile. She was about to push boundaries and expand minds – her favorite part of Domination.
“Ok, partner up. Missy and Pup, for tonight, you may stay together if you choose, but understand this will be the last time I allow it.” She crossed her arms, leaning back into her heels, watching how they paired off.
Ivory, sweet, sweet Ivory, went right for Drake. Madame Gretchen liked her even more. She was confident in herself, and it showed. Drake could see it too, as his smile widened as she reached out to shake his hand and introduce herself. She could see Ivory’s dimple from here, deepening as she giggled and flirted.
Bella looked confused and awkward. Randy Boy reached out to pat her hand and looked only at her face. Madame Gretchen sensed he was trying to comfort her and help her feel less conspicuous. She admired him for it.
“Ok, we’re boy-girl, huh? Well that does make the instructions easier, doesn’t it?” She couldn’t keep the evil grin from her face or the humor from her voice, nor did she try. Things were about to get interesting. “Ladies first! Men, arms at your side, eyes forward. Ladies, I want you to look at the man in front of you from head to toe and back up again. Just your eyes, no matter how tempted your are to touch your partner. We’ll get to that later.”
She ignored the furtive glances from the room at her last statement.
The moment the men knew someone’s eyes were on them, their cocks begged for attention, twitching and jerking, coming to life, filling, leaning forward, begging for attention. She could hear the men’s breath hitching in their throats as their bodies betrayed whatever their faces attempted to convey. The smell of desire and fear filled the room and it made her wet with desire. Missy smirked as her eyes blazed a trail up and down Pup’s wide body. Madame Gretchen could feel the submissive switching to her Domme side. Her eyes changed first, becoming hard and glittery, then her posture changed from unsure to commanding. Ivory giggled and licked her lips over and over, her dark skin becoming impossibly darker as she blushed.
Madame Gretchen didn’t blame her, she might have done the same if faced with Drake’s perfect beauty. Bella was going to be a hard one to crack. Madame Gretchen watched as she started at Randy Boy’s face, gazed down his chest and stomach and then skipped down to his knees. It was the same on the way back up.
“Bella! I think you’re missing a very important part of this exercise.” Madame Gretchen could see the flush in her skin from across the room. She made no move to join the couple. “Try again. Don’t make me resort to harsher methods.”
“Yes, Ma’am.” Bella licked her lips and tried again. She still averted her eyes away from Randy’s cock.
“Bella, on your knees, eyes forward.”
The shy submissive looked as if she would argue with Madame Gretchen for a split second. One look into the Domme’s eyes changed her mind. She shook as she fell to her knees, her head bowed, her hair a dark curtain covering her face.
“Eyes up, Bella. Don’t make me say it again.”
Bella forced her gaze up and stared straight at Randy’s groin. Her gulp and subsequent gasp were audible. Her eyes widened as she watched his body respond to her proximity and her attention. There was easily three feet of space between them, but his body reacted all the same.
Madame Gretchen continued the exercise until the women began to squirm slightly and lean closer to their male partners.
“Ok, now it’s time to switch! Bella you may stand again. Eyes forward, ladies. Men, look to your heart’s content.” She sang out the command as if she were sending children out to recess.
As she expected, the men completed the task differently. They didn’t simply stare at the women’s faces, torsos, tits, pussy, and legs. Like wolves, they prowled around the women, leaning in, inhaling their scent, taking in every detail they could. Drake licked his lips every time his eyes touched Ivory’s full breasts. Pup couldn’t keep his eyes from Missy’s slit and mound. Randy Boy was the least obvious of the three men, but Madame Gretchen noted how his eyes were riveted to Bella’s hips and the globes of her ass.
As if on cue, the women’s breathing became raspy. Madame Gretchen could smell the desire in the room. Whether it belonged to the women or the men mattered not, the affect was the same. The voyeur and Domme in her was ready for the last part of tonight’s lesson.
About Kayla Lords:
I discovered my love of writing at age seven and my sexual fantasies by age 13. It took a divorce and re-entry into the dating to world to find my sexual power and voice. I am a sexual submissive in the BDSM lifestyle which is not as extreme and terrifying as it may first appear from the outside looking in.
I write BDSM-themed erotica with a focus on dominance and submission (D/s). I not only want to turn my readers on, but I want them to realize that D/s is more than just a kink and isn’t scary or degrading.
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*** Ignition – Cover Reveal ***
When you’re this close to the redline, there’s no room for error
—or second chances.
A Dark Erotic Serial from Skye Callahan
Ignition
A sought after car thief for hire, Colt will do anything for a high—anything for the deafening rush of blood and chemicals that tames the ongoing anarchy in his mind. Fast cars, pain, alcohol, women… his vices come in many flavors, but one woman tempts him closer to the line he can never come back from. She’ll be his hardest theft yet—an action that will set the looming conflict with his brother on a new and violent path.
Aubrey has two choices. The first she knows too well: the alluring businessman who entwined her in his deceptive plots. The second is a stranger. He makes his promises not with a silver tongue but with harsh, blunt observations that Aubrey can’t ignore. Either way, she’s caught between two brothers each seeking the other’s downfall—and neither has a problem taking her down in the process
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Excerpt
©Skye Callahan 2015
“I need to get to work.” I shifted my weight to relieve the pain in my feet and to keep myself going. No one mentioned the post-dance adrenaline crash could be so intense.
“You are working.” He leaned forward, putting his elbows on his thighs. His breath moved against my stomach and up between my breasts as he stared up at me and spoke again. “I believe what you mean is that you need to earn your share. Would you rather be standing there looking tasty or outside rubbing skin with the crowd while doing it?”
He had a fucking point there, but I wasn’t fond of being described by a stranger as “tasty” and it didn’t make standing under his accessing gaze any more desirable.
His hand grazed my side and I stepped back. “No touching.”
“I touch what I want.” Grabbing the pocket on my apron, he pulled me closer and kept me there. “We can call in Devlin to set that straight.”
Contest it, my brain shouted, but his expression was unchanging and calm, and all I needed was to piss off Devlin. Again.
“Your friends with him?” I asked.
“When it’s convenient,” he said with a slight scowl darkening his face. It quickly faded as his gaze settled on my face. “And you? How did you get involved with him? Tell me how he convinced you to work in his club.”
“I needed the job,” I said, eager to finish the conversation and be done with him.
“You needed the money—you suck at the job.”
I tried not to take the sting of his insult too personally. I knew he was right, but hearing the truth from the mouth of a stranger was a blow to my tenuous grasp on self-confidence.
“You’re not like the other girls.” He reached to touch my hair, but I swatted his hand away.
“It’s just first night jitters.”
“Jitters.” He made a sound in his throat. “Pick up that glass,” he said gesturing to the second glass on my tray. I did as he said, but he didn’t move to take it. He simply stared at it, so I instinctively followed his gaze, curious as to what was so interesting. The liquid sat there, steady in my outstretched hand with barely a ripple of movement that was more likely a result of the deep bass of the music rather than a shaky hand. We both stared in silence for a moment—and I wondered if he’d been testing me the whole time.
Feed the Darkness with Skye Callahan
Skye Callahan was born and raised in rural Ohio and has had an insatiable love of reading and writing since she was young. Thanks to the encouragement of teachers, family, and friends, she has found her passion in immersing herself in the imaginary worlds of the characters who live in her head.
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