REDEMPTION AND GLORY, that is. In print. Next Tuesday. It was released digitally in May, but I'm excited that the third book in my Passion and Punishment series will now be available for the person who likes her reading material in traditional format. Here’s what an RT Book Reviews reviewer had to say about REDEMPTION AND GLORY:
“There are big things going on in this small book, including a ménage, m/m and f/f trysts and lots of bondage, so readers won’t get bored when it comes to the dirty stuff…colorful scenes that might make even fans of erotic romance blush…”
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Whew! Doesn't that make you want to read REDEMPTION AND GLORY? Here’s the blurb:
Bored with all the groupies who provide him with anonymous sex, famous sculptor Adam accepts the offer to lurk behind a voyeur screen at his agent’s BDSM club. Watching the magnificent Mistress Glory in action, Adam is so smitten that he can’t decide if he wants to tame her or kneel before her.
When Davinia helps her business partner Mercy at a book signing, a magazine’s “Most Eligible Bachelor” - the man of her wet dreams - comes by to help publicize the event. Instant lust turns to chagrin when he addresses her as Mistress Glory.
As the two novices to Dominance and submission explore what turns them on in this exciting new world, the journey takes explosive twists and turns. Add the sexy agent and his slave, and anything can - and does - happen.
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Here’s a red-hot excerpt to whet your appetite for REDEMPTION AND GLORY. Davinia (Vinnie) is tied back to back with a female slave and is getting her first taste of being a submissive with the help of Adam and two Doms:
A sensation somewhere along the continuum between smooth strokes and fingernail scratches crawled across the back of her neck. She hadn’t even been aware of the hand pulling her head forward, her hair to one side, but now she shivered as the feeling moved up and down one arm, across her silk blouse and over the curves of her upper breasts. She looked down to see Sandor wielding a gadget the length of a dinner fork, at the end of which was a small, spiked wheel.
“How does that feel?” he murmured.
“Please. What is it?”
The sensation intensified, as if more pressure was being applied by whatever instrument was causing mini-explosions in its wake. “Wartenberg wheel.”
Vaguely she remembered seeing one of the implements that doctors used to test patient reflexes and asking its name. It felt exquisitely decadent as Sandor rolled it with increasing pressure over her silk-clad breasts, down her belly and around her hips.
A large hand grabbed a fistful of her hair, arching her neck to one side. Vinnie’s gaze lifted to—Adam! He nuzzled her temple, kissed the tip of her nose, stroked her cheek with a knuckle, all the while pressing his humongous erection into her hip.
Vinnie sighed. This she could understand. The illicit thrill of being aroused without being able to respond. The blatantly sexual kick of the wheel skirting her nipples while roaming at will over her body. Of Adam kissing and teasing her, of the feel of naked skin under her fingertips. Of Jonathan’s low, soft voice promising obscene sexual actions ostensibly to his slave but reaching Vinnie’s ears and, yes, her pussy as well.
“Adam,” said Jonathan in that same low, seductive voice, “unbutton Davinia’s top. She needs to feel the wheel on skin, not through some heavy piece of fabric.”
Still fisting her curls in his grip, Adam managed one-handed to open the garment, revealing an underwire bra of almost sheer ecru lace. The gasp he was unable to hide went straight to her pussy. She hoped he wouldn’t be directed to remove her slacks, or he’d encounter an extremely wet thong.
Adam worked the blouse halfway off her shoulders, pulled the tails out from under rope and waistband, and tucked the material as far back as he could manage.
Then—yes!—he pasted his hard cock against her again, rubbing it up and down her hip while his teeth grazed the exposed column of her throat. Sandor played the wheel over her nipples, which had hardened almost unbearably. Between them they were driving her crazy. She felt her hips begin to undulate in response.
“Davinia!” Jonathan’s voice snapped. “Stop twitching. Do. Not. Move.”
She took a deep breath and steadied herself. Remember. Right now you’re a sub.
“Now the trousers.”
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You can purchase the print version of REDEMPTION AND GLORY starting Tuesday, November 25, at Ellora’s Cave and soon thereafter from Amazon, Barnes & Noble, and other online retailers who sell print books. If you want to order it at your local bookstore, here's the ISBN: 1978419971358.
~~ Cris Anson