So glad to have an author with a new book visiting- I really promise to be more active on this page too :D, But with no further ado, here's Jaye Peaches talking about her book "Captivated."
An ordinary woman wakes up in an extraordinary marriage.
“A month of getting to know you, Anna. Just you and me.”
“I’d like that,” she said softly and she traced the leather stitching with her trembling finger.
The engine purred and David settled into his seat. “Now, as I drive you home, why not relax. Lift up your skirt, take down your panties, and masturbate.”
Her head snapped around. “What?”
“You heard me.”
She stared out of the window at the traffic and pedestrians, battling the flurry of nerves his preposterous idea had concocted. “No,” she giggled half-heartedly. “This is a joke.”
“No joke.” He flicked on the radio to a jazz station. “Forget about your worries, Anna. Come for me. Go on.”
The music danced around the sports car and drowned out the noise of the street.
“Would you order Henrietta to do this?” she asked.
“No. I’m not ordering anyone. I’m asking you to do something that you need to do. Let out those frustrations.”
How the hell did he know what she wanted? Only yesterday, he thought she was somebody else. “You’re very sure of this need in me.”
“Would you like me to say it again?” The car pulled up at a junction and he turned to face her. His eyes were shining brightly and he gently drummed his fingers on the wheel.
She swallowed the lump in her throat. God, please ask me again. She wanted his dominating voice oozing into her ear and making her buzz all over.
“Anna. The skirt up, panties down, and part your legs. Fuck yourself until you come or do you want me to drive down some secluded road, drag you over my lap, and spank you?”
Waking up in an unfamiliar bed in a room she doesn’t recognize is disturbing enough, but Anna Hadley becomes truly alarmed when she looks into the mirror and sees the face of another woman staring back at her.
Her confusion intensifies when a man—who apparently believes she is his wife—suddenly knocks on the door and scolds her for spending so much time by herself in the bedroom. To top it all off, it quickly becomes clear that the man has some very specific, very old-fashioned ideas regarding the proper way a husband should deal with a disobedient bride.
In spite of everything, the threat of having her bottom bared for a sound spanking arouses Anna deeply, and even as she searches for clues that might explain what happened to her, she cannot help becoming more and more attracted to her supposed husband.
It isn’t long before she earns herself a punishment, and when he reddens her backside and then takes her hard and thoroughly she is left spent and satisfied. But knowing she could find herself back in her own body at any moment, can she dare to fall in love?
Publisher’s Note: Captivated includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.
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I'm an author of erotic D/s romances including Amazon bestsellers. All my books contain an element of BDSM, spankings or erotic games of sensual exploration. If you desire a little thrill, something to entice, then please take the time to read one of my books. Thank you!
When not writing, I’m busy spending time with her family, enjoying music, sometimes drawing and if the weather allows, gardening.
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Sadly I don't have the cover art to share with you at this point (this was originally posted on my Blogspot blog back on 10/1/2012). However here is the book on Amazon (for you to look at the cover and then buy once you read the hot snippet Sue shared :D )
I'd made the decision to "do it right" this time, really doing the promotion work. I started reading a lot- largely checking out romance. I found that the romance genre had changed significantly in the last two decades or so, during which I'd mostly snickered at the bodice rippers at the grocery store. I wandered around in the erotica section of bn.com and came across this interesting book: "Dark Without You." I clicked on the link and then started reading, reading about all the books written by Sue Lyndon. After reading her bio and reading the description for a few more books of hers, I clicked my way back to "Dark Without You" and bought it. I read it through in one reading session and totally loved it! After some time, I re-read it and wrote a review for Sue, making sure to post it in a few places. So now I'm proud to have Sue as my first interviewee on my blog.
Here’s an excerpt from Surrender, my science fiction BDSM novella set to release on 11/12 (buy link has been updated above and here)
A haggard looking President Carson guided a young, pretty redhead across the room. He cleared his throat. “Ambassador Merokk, may I present to you my daughter, Betsy Carson.” He urged the woman forward and stepped back.
Merokk stared into the bluest eyes he’d ever seen, taking note of the frightful glimmer she tried to hide behind a small, polite smile. The moment stretched on as they stared at one another, and he suddenly became annoyed they weren’t alone.
“Leave us,” he said sharply, glancing at President Carson.
Betsy’s smile vanished as she watched her father leave the room. She squared her shoulders and held Merokk’s gaze. Amusement curled his lips. Despite her brave front, he could smell her fear, a sweet cold sensation that flowed into his nostrils and caused his muscles to tense. Her distress coupled with the knowledge that she belonged to him stirred the darkest desires in the recesses of his mind, and he felt like a predator ready to pounce on his prey. He moved around her in a slow circle, taking in every curve of her body, from her shapely thighs to her firm, inviting breasts. The knee-length blue dress she wore hugged all the right places. As he finished another circle around her, he noticed the rapid rise and fall of her chest. He had to touch her.
Merokk tilted her chin upwards with one finger and caught her eyes in his. He smiled and inhaled deeply, breathing in more of her intoxicating human scent. “The only time you need to fear me, Betsy, is if you’ve done wrong. Try to relax.”