Sunday, September 8, 2013

Guess what you can pick up today!

Whip It Up! 

It's in Pre-Release.

What does that mean to you? It means you can go over to the Total E-Bound website -- right now -- and purchase this book for a discount of 10 % off. Not only that, but once you make the purchase, you can download it and read it to your sizzling heart's content. No waiting. No hassles. Just you and your stories. 

This anthology stirs together two of my favorite themes: food and BDSM. Chefs, cooks, those wanting to be chefs and cooks, those wanting to do chefs and cooks, can all be found between these hot pages. 

My contribution is a story entitled Five Courses. You'll meet chefs Mike and Trent, and their rule-breaking flatmate, Melissa. Oh, the punishment she deserves for making a mess in their kitchen. If you've ever lusted after a chef, this one's right up your alley. 

Whip It Up!
Publisher: Total e-Bound
Available to Buy Now Read Now
Genre/Themes: Erotic Romance, BDSM, Menage (M/F/M)

Five Courses (Excerpt)

     Melissa ducked and twirled to the song, loving the way the beat surrounded her. She held a slice of pizza in her left hand and danced towards the refrigerator, glancing at the clock as she moved. Ten o’clock. She easily had another couple of hours before Trent and Mike returned. Plenty of time to finish her forbidden late-night dinner, clean up and tuck herself away in her third-floor flat. Feeling smug, she belted out the chorus, looking over the cluttered countertop. Every Thursday night she indulged, like a naughty girl when the parents were away. And even though Trent and Mike weren’t her parents, they were well-known chefs-turned-caterers who guarded their large kitchen like a pair of pit bulls.
     Another of her favourite songs came on and goosebumps pricked her skin. She sang loudly to a song touting the joys of BDSM. At the top of her lungs she belted out the refrain, exclaiming how things like canes and whips turned her on. She bet she made a sight, but she didn’t care. No one home but her, and she loved being able to let loose, to do something so seemingly mundane—yet sexy—like bumping and grinding to the beat while munching on pizza. She stopped, tipped up her beer bottle and found it empty, then danced over to the refrigerator for another. Only her second one that night. Knowing her, this would be her last and she’d carry the rest upstairs with her later.
     With the pizza in her left hand, she opened the door with her right. Just before she plucked out another beer, she spread her knees and shimmed into a low crouch before working her way back up. The words of the song rushed through her, making her wonder what it’d be like to be loved rough. To have a lover want to tie her up, or spank her ass, or…or…hell, she didn’t really know what all kinds of naughty stuff could go on, but just the thoughts heated her blood. Especially when she imagined Trent or Mike taking charge and doing these things to her.
     Nothing could stop the huge grin at these thoughts as she turned and hip-checked the door closed.
     Then something to her left caught her eye. She turned her head and shrieked.
     Oh shit. Busted.
     Trent and Mike stood at the end of the long kitchen. Even though they stared right at her, she knew they saw everything. Wincing, she darted her eyes around the kitchen at proof of her wrongdoing. If that wasn’t bad enough, she suddenly realised with embarrassment, all she had on was a pair of blue silky tap pants and a matching cami top.
     Oh, crap.
     As the last chords of the sexy, incriminating song faded away, the distinctive repetition of letters seemed to echo through the room. She flushed toe to neck and started cleaning. She was in so much trouble.
     “Melissa, stop.”
      Mike hadn’t raised his voice. If anything, he’d lowered it, and the rumble coursed through her like a distant thunder. She stilled immediately.
     “How many people were you expecting to entertain…in our kitchen?”
      She squeezed her eyes shut. “Oh”—she tried for a nonchalant laugh—“you know, just a few.”
      Footsteps clicked on the ceramic floor and a warm hand grazed her neck and trailed down her bare shoulder. “And just who were you expecting to entertain,” Trent whispered across her ear, “dressed like this?”
     With her head already bowed, she glanced down at herself and blushed again. She’d never left her flat wearing so little. At least, not when these two were home.
     The music had shifted to another song and the beat seemed too loud. She reached to turn it off, but Trent’s hand over hers stopped her.
     “I like this song,” he explained. She glanced at him and blinked. His face was inches from hers and despite the firm line of his mouth, his eyes looked excited.
     She trembled. She wasn’t very experienced, but she’d seen that look on the face of other men, looking at other women. Did he want her? Oh, no, no, no. He couldn’t want her. He only wanted her in her fantasies. She didn’t know what the hell to do with a man like Trent. Or Mike, for that matter. She peeked past Trent and saw that Mike had stepped close and the same desire shone in his eyes.

     Mike, too? She shivered. They intimidated the crap out of her. If they wanted her, what would happen? Would they make her choose? While the fantasy part of her relished the idea, the reality part of Melissa shrivelled in fear. These men reeked of experience and knowledge. What the heck would these two expect her to know?   

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