Book Title: Mastered by the CEO
Author: Opal Carew
Genre: Erotic Romance (BDSM) (Office)
Release Date: April 5th, 2016
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He says I never do what I’m told—which is true—so is this simply penance for past sins? Or if I prove I will follow his commands without question, will he let me keep my job?
I don’t know. And frankly, when I’m with him, I don’t care. When I’m in his arms, all I care about is staying there. Forever.
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She insists she can change, that she’ll do exactly as she’s told. But becoming my submissive for a week will prove to her it will never work. I just hope I can handle losing her again after I experience the sweetness of her submission...
King Taylor stood in the doorway leading to a hall which she assumed lead to the bathroom. And probably a bedroom.
She rose to her feet, her stomach clenching.
God, if King was the one who’d bought Brenier Electronics, then she might as well walk out the door right now. He was never going to keep her on. Not after their history.
“You know Ms. Clark?” Mr. Baird asked in surprise.
“Yes,” King said as he strolled into the room. “She used to work for me.”
Baird’s gaze flickered to her, his bravado fading. Clearly, he didn’t know whether to be worried or not. If she was in King’s favor, he must worry that she would use her influence to make it worse for him.
He had nothing to worry about there.
“Baird, we have a lot to do. I suggest you get back to your management team and start things in motion. In the meantime, Ms. Clark and I will have a chat.”
“Of course, sir,” Mr. Baird blustered as he stood up and gathered his notes, then tucked them into his briefcase.
Rachel stood frozen as the man hurried across the suite and out the door.
Mr. King walked toward her and she felt heat wash through her. His broad shoulders and trim waist still filled out a designer suit magnificently. His dark glossy waves of hair, full and thick, framed his handsome face, accentuating his charcoal eyes that always intimidated her. Even when they’d slept together. Theirs had been a tumultuous affair, his blatant masculinity overwhelming her.
Not that he’d ever exerted any pressure on her. It was more like she’d practically thrown herself at him. It had been after a late dinner meeting, where they’d consumed a lot of wine and he’d been a gentleman, insisting he see her home. But as soon as he’d stood up to walk her to the door, fearing she’d lose the opportunity, she’d kissed him, made brave by the alcohol in her system.
He had let her down gently that night, later telling her he wouldn’t have taken advantage of her in that state. But the following Friday, he’d called her into his office at the end of the day and talked frankly to her. Telling her he wanted her every bit as much as she wanted him. And that had been the start of their clandestine office romance, both of them agreeing to keep their relationship a secret.
Now as he walked toward her, she couldn’t help but remember how it had felt to be in his arms. To feel his lips on hers, demanding, taking everything she was willing to give.
Opal loves crystals, dragons, feathers, cats, pink hair, the occult, Manga artwork, Zentangle, and all that glitters. She earned a degree in Mathematics from the University of Waterloo, and spent 15 years as a software analyst before turning to her passion as a writer. She grew up in Toronto, and now lives in Ottawa with her husband and three cats. One of her sons just finished a Masters degree at Sussex University in the UK and is now pursuing a second Masters at Carleton University in Ottawa. The other son just finished his undergraduate degree at Carleton University. Yes, mom is proud!
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Friday, March 25th: Switched (Brides of the Kindred) by Evangeline Anderson Release Blitz
Book Title: Switched
Author: Evangeline Anderson
Genre: Scifi/Paranormal Romance
Release Date: March 25, 2016
Hosted by: Book Enthusiast Promotions
And what if that someone happens to be a huge, hot, Alien warrior?
Frankie is about to find out...the hard way.
Kerov knows his people used to have the ability to Switch bodies with their bonded mates, but he has no idea who the girl in his head is. And the fact that she's controlling his body goes beyond awkward...it could be lethal if anyone finds out. On his home planet of Tarsia, Switching is a crime punishable by death.
But there are worse things than dying as he finds out when he gets stuck in Frankie's body as well. What is a Brazilian bikini wax anyway? And why does he have to remove his pants to get one?
Will Frankie and Kerov ever get back to their own bodies? And what do the steamy dreams they've been sharing have to do with their destinies? You'll have to read Switched, Brides of the Kindred 17, to find out.
“Hot…wax?” Kerov stared in horror at the attendant who was holding up a thin wooden paddle coated in the viscous yellow gunk from the pot. Gunk she apparently wanted to slather over the sensitive area between his thighs.
“Yeah, hot wax. How else are we going to get your hairy little biscuit all nice and smooth?”
Kerov clapped his thighs shut. He had never felt so vulnerable in his life—it made him wonder if females felt this way often. If so, he would never want to be permanently stuck in a female body. He felt so exposed.
“You want to put wax where?” he asked again, still not believing it.
“On your va-jay-jay, hon. You did pay for a Brazilian, right? So that’s what this is.”
“It is? But…why?”
“To get you all smooth and bare.” Without asking again, the technician dived in. Spreading his thighs with horribly strong hands, she started slathering the hot, gooey wax all over the soft little patch of curls that decorated the mound of Frankie’s pussy.
Kerov yelped as the heated wax made contact with the sensitive area. But before he could jerk away, the technician put down the wooden paddle and grabbed for some thin cloth strips. She pressed them over the wax-coated area and rubbed vigorously.
“Hey!” Kerov wanted to kick her—she hadn’t said anything about actually touching between his legs! He himself had refrained from handling that area out of respect to Frankie and now a complete stranger was dripping hot wax on it and rubbing all over it!
But the next minute his indignation was forgotten in a wash of pure agony when Helga grabbed the end of the cloth and ripped it away, taking the soft curls as well as what felt like half his skin with it.
“Ahh!” Kerov sat bolt upright, every nerve tingling in pain. “What in the Seven Hells?” he demanded.
“All right now, honey, it’s all right,” the technician soothed. Taking him by the shoulder, she pushed him back down on the table. He struggled but she was a much bigger female than Frankie was and incredibly strong. “The first side is the worst, I promise.”
“The first side?” Looking down, Kerov realized with horror that only half of Frankie’s soft, black curls were gone. Did this sadistic woman actually intend to repeat the process? Apparently so, because before he could protest, she had grabbed the small wooden paddle and smeared the other side of Frankie’s mound with hot wax.
“No!” Kerov shouted, starting to get off the table. But again, the technician pressed him back down. She really was horribly strong.
It was a new and terrible experience for Kerov, being physically overpowered. He had almost never known a time in his life when he wasn’t bigger or stronger than his peers. He struggled but to no avail—Helga was determined to torture him.
“Settle down, honey and let’s get this over with,” she snapped, clearly running out of patience.
“I don’t want to get it over with—I don’t want it done at all! I want you to let me up right now.” Kerov growled, glaring at her. But even his most intimidating growl came out sounding high and squeaky in Frankie’s voice. Damn but he was sick and tired of being trapped in a female body!
“Sorry but I can’t let you go like this—if the wax dries before I can rip it off you’ll never get it out.” Helga gave him a warning look. “Is that what you want? A big wad of dried wax hanging off your hoo-ha?”
Kerov struggled to master himself. Obviously he couldn’t leave Frankie’s body in worse shape than when he had entered it. There was already a lump on her forehead from the failed yoga pose. And having a dried wad of the yellowish goo permanently affixed to what this woman called her “hoo-ha” would clearly be even worse.
“All right,” he said at last, forcing himself to relax back on the cold table and spread his thighs. “But hurry.”
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