When tall,
dark and delicious Adam Farrell crosses Danni’s radar at a trade show in Vegas,
it’s not lust at first sight. He’s been the star of her wicked fantasies for a
while, pleasuring her in acts of domination and submission that leave her
breathless. Aching for his masterful touch, believing she’ll never have it,
Danni indulges in a public sex act Adam alone witnesses. What follows is a
night of wild and unrestrained passion in his powerful arms. It’s only the
beginning.
An
undisclosed business deal has turned Adam from competitor to Danni’s new boss.
His hunger for her is absolute and he’ll make her fantasies seem tame as he
takes her in ways she never imagined—whenever he wants, wherever he desires.
Seduced by
Adam’s plan to mix exquisite control with adoration, Danni’s swept into a
sensual adventure she can’t resist. Until corporate politics intrude and she
learns what Adam’s been hiding to protect her…a secret he’s long feared will
tear them apart.
PRAISE FOR ADORED
FIVE STARS
"I don't share what's mine" - Redrabbit Reviews
"Lovers shouldn't keep secrets" - Pico 1
"A Hot and Sexy Read" - Aunt G
"Great Read!" - Sleep Reader
"Fantasies on the Horizon" - Merry Jelks - Emmanuel
When tall,
dark and delicious Adam Farrell crosses Danni’s radar at a trade show in Vegas,
it’s not lust at first sight. He’s been the star of her wicked fantasies for a
while, pleasuring her in acts of domination and submission that leave her
breathless. Aching for his masterful touch, believing she’ll never have it,
Danni indulges in a public sex act Adam alone witnesses. What follows is a
night of wild and unrestrained passion in his powerful arms. It’s only the
beginning.
An
undisclosed business deal has turned Adam from competitor to Danni’s new boss.
His hunger for her is absolute and he’ll make her fantasies seem tame as he
takes her in ways she never imagined—whenever he wants, wherever he desires.
Seduced by
Adam’s plan to mix exquisite control with adoration, Danni’s swept into a
sensual adventure she can’t resist. Until corporate politics intrude and she
learns what Adam’s been hiding to protect her…a secret he’s long feared will
tear them apart.
PRAISE FOR ADORED
FIVE STARS
"I don't share what's mine" - Redrabbit Reviews
"Lovers shouldn't keep secrets" - Pico 1
"A Hot and Sexy Read" - Aunt G
"Great Read!" - Sleep Reader
"Fantasies on the Horizon" - Merry Jelks - Emmanuel
Lisabet Sarai is here to tell us about her new release Whips & Kisses, a BDSM erotic romance collection, featuring BDSM, dominance, submission, bondage, discipline, initiation, a natural submissive, and a Master.
One somewhat overused and abused trope is
the notion of the “natural submissive”. A woman who previously had no interest
in power exchange meets a dominant man and immediately succumbs to his
charisma. Despite her lack of experience with BDSM, she’s ready to obey his
instructions, to let him bind her, punish her, and use her however he wishes.
Instead of being awkward and terrified, she finds deep satisfaction in her
submissive role. She’s thrilled when her Dom tells her that he’d intuited her
secret desire for surrender, that he knew as soon as he met her that she craved
a master.
Several of the novellas in this collectionplay with this familiar scenario. I feel a bit guilty exploiting this
trope, but I have to admit that I personally find it intensely erotic. That’s
because it mirrors my own real world experience with BDSM. I was a horny but
very vanilla twenty-something when I met the man who initiated me into
dominance and submission. And the very first time we came together physically,
I was hooked. Looking back, I’m still full of wonder at the trust that bloomed
between us, when we scarcely knew one another. Forty five years later, the
intensity and beauty of that D/s relationship continues to show up in my erotic
stories.
People in the kink community will tell you
that trust takes time to grow, that both doms and subs need practice, that the
instant connection glamorized in BDSM fiction is a myth. Maybe for some people,
but for me, the myth turned out to be true. And I’m still sharing that
revelation with my readers.
BLURB:
Whips & Kisses collects four lusciously erotic romance novellas in which willing surrender to a master leads to enduring love.
D and S is not a game, despite the way it’s portrayed in popular culture. It’s not a fashion statement. It is much, much more, a new way of being in the world. A doorway into a new kind of relationship, deeper and more intimate than what most people can imagine.
Excerpt from The Understudy:
“You’re still here, Sarah.” Hart wheeled to
face me, breaking into my bitter internal monologue. “Good. After all, I didn’t
tell you that you could go.”
Amusement lit up his handsome features. He
towered over me, close enough that I could feel the heat emanating from his
body. Embarrassment washed over me but didn’t quite submerge the undercurrent
of arousal.
“May I leave?” I asked, my voice a weak
quaver that disgusted me. Why was I asking, anyway? Who was he to tell me what
to do?
“Not yet. I need your help unpacking. Go
open the bag you carried up. It’s not locked.”
No, I wanted to scream. But I obeyed him
anyway, pressing the chrome-plated catch on the sleek grey Samsonite case and
flipping up the lid.
I gasped when I saw the contents. “It’s
true!” I blurted out.
Hart came up behind me and looked over my
shoulder. He didn’t touch me, but his mere presence was overpowering. “What’s
true?”
I heard laughter in his voice. I pointed at
the leather restraints and the rubber paddles, my hand shaking. “That—that
you’re kinky. Into S and M, just like Adele said.”
“I prefer the term ‘D and S.’ Dominance and
submission. My focus is on the exchange of power, not the administration of
pain. Though I’m not averse to using pain if that’s the right thing to do.”
“The right thing to do?” I turned to face
him, hiding behind my indignation. “Are you joking?”
He was close, too close for comfort,
deliberately invading my personal space. I tried to step backward. I succeeded
only in banging my heel against the luggage rack.
“Ow!”
His eyes drilled into me. “I’m completely
serious. D and S is not a game, despite the way it’s portrayed in popular
culture. It’s not a fashion statement. It’s much, much more, a new way of being
in the world. A doorway into a new kind of relationship, deeper and more
intimate than anything you can imagine.”
“Right,” I muttered. I couldn’t bear to
look at him. I stared down at my sandals, feeling the blush crawling up my
cheeks and across my chest. “I’m sure that’s what all the perverts say.”
He caught my chin under his forefinger and
raised my eyes to his. I trembled when his skin met mine.
“I can’t pretend it’s not exciting, of
course—trying new implements, pushing the sub’s limits, testing her devotion.
But that’s not the main point.”
I burned in the heat of his stare. I felt
myself begin to melt, the crotch of my jeans growing damper with every beat of
my pulse. I didn’t want to listen but I couldn’t hide my fascination.
He stroked his thumb across my cheek. I
held my breath, wanting him to stop, dying for him to go further.
“Aren’t you curious, Sarah? Wouldn’t you
like to drop your diligent, high-achieving, good little girl persona and find
out what’s underneath?”
I couldn’t answer. How did he know these
things about me, this man I’d met less than a half hour ago? Did he really
understand the way I’d pushed myself in college and grad school, working for
the top grades, following the rules, determined to succeed in my chosen path
despite the odds? Did he know that I hadn’t had a lover for nearly four years?
I hadn’t had time. Anyway, I’d been all too aware of the fact that everyone
around me was both a colleague and a competitor.
I read compassion in his chiseled features,
mingled with lust.
“I know you, little one. I know what you
really crave. What you really need. Open yourself to me and I will fulfill the
desires you don’t yet dare to admit, even to yourself.”
He didn’t wait for permission. He simply
claimed my mouth as though it was his by right. I struggled for a moment, as
his strong arm snaked around my waist and pulled me to his chest. Then I let
go, let his tongue slide between my lips and his fingers slip under my shirt.
