I’m thrilled to announce the first cover in my new erotic romance series with Samhain Publishing – I give you Strictly Business, Book One of Hooded Pleasures!
You can lead a Domme to love…but you can’t make her fall.
Kate Dubois is a Domme-for-hire for the highly exclusive Hooded Pleasures, a service offering private BDSM sessions to those who can’t—or won’t—risk appearing in an actual club.
Lately, though, she wonders if professional burnout is causing her to have painful flashbacks to a past heartbreak. When her boss insists her next client will be a breath of fresh air, Kate reluctantly agrees to an interview.
Alex Hanson dominates the world of computer game programming, but secretly he suspects he might be a sub in the bedroom. There’s only one good way to find out—hire a professional to show him the ropes.
Their first meeting puts both of them to the test—Alex’s self-control, and Kate’s realization she might just like him a little too much. But there’s no denying their emotions are inextricably entangled…a dangerous step Kate’s not sure her heart is prepared to take.
Coming October 20th from Samhain Publishing!
And there’s two more books on the way!
Strictly Pleasure and Strictly Yours – due to be published in March and May of 2016!
So set aside a little reading time to meet Kate and Alex – you won’t regret it!
But wait… let’s take a look at what Kate Dubois is all about–
Kate Dubois was bored.
She looked down at the man nuzzling her bare ankle. She’d let him strip off the leather boot after he’d pleaded for the privilege, begged for ten minutes.
His lips ran over her ankle, soft kisses caressing her skin. He sighed as he worshipped her body.
A memory resurfaced of Carl, kneeling at her feet and doing the same. It’d been different, felt different—his body tensed up like a watch wound one twist too tight.
He looked up, and she knew it was over.
“Mistress?” Dan looked up at her with wide eyes. “Am I doing something wrong?”
“No, pet. You’re perfect.” She reached down and patted his head before tangling her fingers in his long black locks. A gentle tug brought a moan from the kneeling man. “But I don’t recall giving permission for you to speak.” Kate ran her fingers along the leather collar. “Do you?”
The momentary flash of panic in his eyes warmed her heart.
She tapped the leather paddle she held in her left hand against her leg. “I thought not. I think a few strokes should remind you of your manners. Continue your venerations while I make my decision about how many you’ve earned with your disobedience.”
He shook with a mixture of need and fear before bending down.
Kate switched the paddle to her right hand and eyed the already-pink skin on Dan’s exposed behind. She’d worked him over for a good half hour, bending him over his couch like an errant schoolboy.
He could take ten more strokes.
Dan gasped as the black leather snapped against his sensitive skin, but said nothing, continuing to lick and kiss her bare foot.
Nineteen to go.
The soft chime from her phone reminded her she had fifteen minutes left. Kate smiled and continued the count.
Never leave a good job unfinished.
Never leave them fully satisfied.
She’d pulled on her track pants and sweatshirt while Dan was in the washroom, trading her boots for a pair of comfortable sneakers. Most times she could slip her trench coat on over her attire and leave, but it was a bright and sunny day outside and the coat would only raise more questions than it’d quell.
Dan met her at the door, wearing a pair of shorts and with a damp towel around his neck. The leather collar was gone, safely tucked away. He was still munching on the chocolate bar she’d given him during their post-session hugging. His pupils were focused and clear, showing her he’d come back to himself after the intense emotional trip.
“Thank you.” He held out his debit card. “Really needed this today.”
She smiled. “Glad I could help you.”
In another life, Dan was a high-priced lawyer, one of the best in the city. He ran his law firm with an iron grip and was famous for his vicious verbal attacks in court that eviscerated lesser lawyers and their clients.
Here, he was a bad boy needing to be punished and put in his place for imagined slights.
Dan couldn’t go to a regular BDSM club—the danger was too high he’d be recognized. Thus he’d become a client of Hooded Pleasures, the company Kate worked for.
In retrospect, she wondered why no one had thought of doing something like this before. Safe, sane, consensual and all within the privacy of your own home. There were plenty of men and women who wanted the experience but couldn’t or wouldn’t go to a club. Or who wanted the thrill without the relationship.
This was perfect.
She ran his debit card through the slot on her cell phone and handed it back to him. “Two weeks from now, then?”
He nodded, his steely blue eyes a thousand miles away from the meek sub she’d had at her feet earlier. “I have a big murder case coming up. Definitely need the time.”
“I understand.” Kate hefted the duffle bag onto her shoulder, the leather paddle safely tucked away with her other toys. “Please call the switchboard if there’s any change. I’ll see you then.”
He opened the door to let her out. “Nice sweats.”
Kate smiled, going with the joke. “Feel the burn.”
“Next time, then.” Dan raised his voice as Kate walked out into the hall. “Need to work on my cardio.”
It wasn’t for her benefit.
Kate nodded at the nosy little old lady neighbor who peeked out from two doors down.
Mrs. Henderson never missed a chance to eavesdrop on what happened on her floor.
Good thing Dan enjoyed the ball gag.