I'm excited to share with you my new release, Five Courses. This short story first appeared in the anthology, Whip It Up!, but now you have a chance to grab it for your very own. Below is a snippet to entice, and the cover for you to drool. hehehe (you're welcome). Oh, and as an fyi, this story is for anyone who has ever had chef-inspired fantasies. ;-)
by Ayla Ruse
Publisher: Totally Bound
Paying the price for breaking the rules has never been so delicious.
Trent and Mike rule their kitchen like they do their subs—with firm command and guiding strokes. Only they haven't enjoyed a sub in months, not since Melissa moved in with them. She's getting over a broken heart and seems so fragile that they don't want to scare her away.
When the men come home from their club early one night, they catch her breaking just about every rule they have in their kitchen. Now the gloves are off.
Melissa, trembling under their gaze, is given ten seconds to decide her fate—she can walk away and lose any hope of growing her relationship with these men, or she can stay and submit to their creative punishment for her misdeeds…
Mike sank onto the couch with an audible sigh.
“Nothing catching your eye tonight, either?” Trent asked.
Mike turned his head and studied his best friend and business partner. He didn’t answer. He didn’t have to.
They both suffered from the same problem. Wanting a woman they couldn’t have.
The music pumped loud through their favorite club, the lights dim except for the stations. Mike crossed his arms over his chest and watched one sub being spanked, another being flogged and still another kneeling before her Dom.
“This sucks,” Trent commented without heat. “I’ve never had it this bad for a woman. I look around and all I see is Melissa.”
Mike nodded his head in agreement. “I don’t know whether to thank you or punch you for talking me into having her rent the middle loft.”
“I didn’t have to talk you into shit, Mike. She had nowhere to go. You would have offered her the loft by the end of that night if I hadn’t mentioned it first.”
Mike grunted at the truth in Trent’s words. That impulsive decision to give temporary aid to a woman in need had led to their four-story building being infused with the sights, sounds and scents of a woman they couldn’t touch. Amend that—wouldn’t touch. In the months she’d been living with them, she’d shown herself to be trustworthy, fun, spontaneous, dependable and of course, sexy as hell. Even when she raided the industrial-size refrigerator in the middle of the night sporting that ratty-ass robe of hers that covered every inch of skin, all he wanted to do was strip it off and feast on her delectable body.
Mike set his hands on his thighs. He liked control. Savored it. Commanded it. But the constant thoughts of the woman out of their reach made him antsy, which irritated him to no end.
Trent interrupted Mike’s thoughts. “She seemed happy to see us go tonight. Makes me wonder what she’s up to?”
Mike sat back. “Shit, Trent, we have it bad. As far as Melissa, she’s no doubt fast asleep.”
“I wonder if she ever dreams of us?”
Mike laughed. “Okay, I think you have it worse than me. When has she ever given any indication that she’s attracted to us? Not only that, she seems too vanilla. Remember the asshole she was engaged to? That was the kind of man who wants a quick fuck on Wednesday night from the wife, but gets nasty with any hooker he can find on the weekends.”
Trent scrubbed his face, calling Mike’s attention to him once more. “Fuck, Mike. This isn’t working tonight.
I know it’s early, but I’m ready to head home.”
Mike agreed and followed Trent outside. The cool air felt good as they made their way to the car.
“There’s the Crewson job coming up next week,” Mike commented, forcing his mind away from Melissa.
“When we get home, I think I’ll work on those new crêpes.”
“Sounds good. I’ll probably whip up a batch of gelato. It’ll take my mind off Melissa.”
Mike chuckled. “Do you think she knows?”
“What? That we’re Doms?”
“Yeah. She’s submissive through and through, yet she sees us as nothing more than a couple of roommates.”
“I know. But then we’ve never put her in a position to force her submissive side, have we?”
Mike shook his head. “No.” He tapped his foot and looked up to Trent, adding, “It’d be sweet, wouldn’t it?”
They shared a smile before they climbed into the car to make the long drive back to their building.
Tuck it away, Mike, he told himself, almost like a mantra, preparing to go home to a woman they couldn’t touch.
Now for the best part...
You can pick up your copy of Five Courses - today! - at a super low price, from any of these terrific ebooksellers:
All Romance eBooks
Barnes and Noble (I will update this link as it becomes available)
Keep in touch, there's more to come. And have a safe and fantastic weekend!
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