London Bound is the first book in a new series that Jess Jarman and I are putting out together, and I couldn’t be more freaking excited about that! My first story in the collection, Drawn That Way, will be releasing later this month. But for now, let me ask you…
Do you like D/s stories?
Do you like hot men with English accents?
Do you like Older Woman/Younger Man stories?
Do you like insanely hot, emotional reads?
If the answer to any of these questions are yes, hie thyself to Amazon or B&N IMMEDIATELY, and get my girl Jessica Jarman‘s new release, London Bound!!!
You won’t be sorry!!!
Read on for the blurb and excerpt:
After losing her husband six years ago, Meg Stevens has focused on the day-to-day and being a mother, not sparing a thought for anything beyond—no dates, no excitement, no life other than what she already had. A six-week vacation to London, all but forced on her by her two children, changes all of that. Meg meets the man of her dreams—gorgeous, dominant, and completely on board with a short-term fling—despite the fact he’s far too young for her.
Nathan Harris is more than a bit curious about the beautiful woman renting the upstairs flat, and once he talks to her, curiosity is quickly replaced by arousal and desire. It doesn’t take long before it’s clear she longs to experience sexual submission, and Nathan finds himself desperate to be the one she submits to.
Her days spent exploring the city, her nights exploring Nathan and the pleasure submitting to him brings, Meg discovers the trip she’d taken out of obligation has turned into something she doesn’t want to walk away from. However, the life she left behind beckons, and there’s no room there for dreaming of something she can never have.
Nathan kept his hand on the small of her back as they slowly walked the couple of blocks to their building. Neither of them seemed in a hurry for the evening to end. Once inside, he followed her up the narrow staircase, thoroughly enjoying the glimpse of pale skin between her boots and skirt and the sway of her arse right in front of his face. Oh, the things he could do to that arse.
Meg stopped on the small landing outside his flat, fingers fidgeting on the sleeves of her coat. He smiled then unlocked his door. Loath as he was to go inside, he turned to say good night and maybe suggest getting together again. As friends, if that was all she wanted, though he wanted so much more.
Cold hands settled over his cheeks, and heat covered his mouth as he was pushed back against the still closed door. It took him a moment to realize… Meg was kissing him.
As much as he wanted to lose himself in the wet slickness of her mouth—which, fuck him, was just as soft and sweet as he’d imagined—she was shaking. Pressed up against him, her body trembled like a leaf in the wind.
Gripping her shoulders, he allowed himself to respond, to taste her—he was only human—for a brief moment before gently pushing and setting her away from him. He cursed himself and the damned manners his mum had instilled in him when Meg stared at him with wide eyes and brought her fingers to touch her swollen, glistening lips.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered. “I thought you wanted… I thought… Well, shit, not so good at reading signals, am I?”
“Are you drunk?” He winced at the harshness of the question, even as he tried to think back to how many glasses of wine she’d had. She hadn’t acted like she was, but…
“I’m not drunk,” she said, her voice echoing in the small space. Cringing, she lowered her voice. “I’m not. Pleasantly buzzed, yes, but in full control of my faculties, thank you very much. It was several glasses of wine, sure, but it was over quite a bit of time. I appreciate the concern. You’re obviously a really nice guy and want to let me down gently, but if you’re not interested in…” She gestured between them. “You can just say so. I won’t take offense, and I swear I’d—”
She startled and gasped, “What?”
He stepped forward, and, grabbing one of her elbows and sliding his other hand through her hair to settle on the back of her neck, he yanked her forward. Lowering his head, he whispered against her lips, “Shut up.”
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Yes! Yes! Yes! and Yes! Already on my “must read now” kindle. Thank you. I need to go read now.
You will NOT be sorry, Pansy! I promise! 😀