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BLURB
Christmas
and faeries and floggers…oh, my!
When a
mischievous wood faery pops out of
her newly purchased Christmas tree, Candice Lowry knows this
Christmas will be…special. Under the bossy
faery’s guidance, Candice gets a makeover and learns the
power of her own sexuality. Maybe now she can attract her
handsome new neighbor…
Gordon Nash
can’t believe the transformation in Candice. Already intrigued
by his shy, mousy neighbor, Gordon is captivated by her sexy new
look. And when a book on BDSM falls from her bag, he knows that
she is perfect for him.
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EXCERPT
Tremor after tremor shook her
and she didn’t know how to stop them. Her skin felt too tight.
The silk of her bra was tormenting her taut nipples. The string
of material wedged between the cheeks of her ass—the patch of
cloth now damp with her arousal—needed to be replaced by his
hand, his mouth, his cock.
A moan slipped from her trembling lips. “Gordon,” she
whimpered.
“Do you want me to touch you?” Deep and sexy, his voice
teased her with the wicked question. “Touch you in front of all
these people?”
Yes. She was a breath away from screaming the word. Yes.
Instead she heard the word, “No.” It didn’t come from her
mouth, but Gordon certainly thought it did, as he released her
and took a step backward.
Damn Hector. That wood faery was interfering again. Making
out in a parking lot probably wasn’t wise. But she was this
close to holding a man who apparently wanted her as much as she
wanted him. Couldn’t Hector understand what that felt like?
Moisture touched her eyes and she fought to hide it from Gordon
as she focused on her purse.
He reached for her and she let him take her into his arms,
burying her face into his chest. “I’m sorry, Candice. Did I push
too fast?”
“No!” she answered quickly, before Hector could throw his
voice again. “I want to experience everything you described.”
When he held her at arm’s length, he placed a kiss upon
her nose. “Tonight? Now?”
She nodded. This was what she wanted.
“We’ll start slow. But you’ll have to promise to follow my
orders without hesitation. Do you have a safe word?”
She had read about this part. “Yes.”
The gentleness disappeared from his voice as he guided her
between two cars. “Yes, Master. You must call me Master when
we’re at play.”
“Yes, Master.”
He placed a finger beneath her chin, raising her gaze to
meet his. “Your word?”
“I choose faery. Um, Master.”
“Take your panties off.” He held out his hand. “Place them
in my palm.”
She froze. Her pulse leapt. Without hesitation, he’d said.
As she reached beneath her dress her gaze darted around the
parking lot. You want this, Candice. You want to experience
something new—different.
Hector grumbled, but she ignored him. Stepping out of her
panties, she placed them in Gordon’s hand. A gust of cool air
swept up her dress. She trembled.
He rewarded her with a smile as he slipped her panties
into his pocket.
There was no mistaking Gordon’s intentions. Tonight he
would dominate her and make all her dreams come true.
Taking her hand, they closed the distance to the
restaurant. It felt sexy and naughty to be walking into the
restaurant with no underwear on.
They were seated immediately. Gordon took charge, ordering
for them both. As the soup was delivered, he quietly explained
her role. All she had to do was obey and pleasure him. The
waiter dumped sizzling hot fried rice into the broth, dished out
the soup and then promptly left.
With a spoon to his mouth, Gordon said, “Spread your
legs.”
Her face grew hot. She took a breath of courage and parted
her thighs.
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