Beth
has been scarred both inside and out by a sadistic Dom and has worked hard to
put the pieces of her life back together. However, the successful disc jockey
knows one piece doesn’t quite align. She yearns to submit and searches for the
one Dom she’s convinced will help bring her to lusty new
heights.
When
Ryan agrees to assist Beth, he’s surprised by her determination to persevere.
Intrigued, he pushes her limits by using his gifted carpenter’s hands to bring
her wild, erotic pleasure. Ryan, though, has scars of his own, and a tragic past
filled with death keeps him at a distance.
Two
broken souls will find a way to heal together. Beth discovers what she needs in
Ryan, and her journey mends Ryan’s heart. But when the life Beth abandoned rises
from the shadows, Ryan realizes there’s something far worse than his tortuous
past—a future without Beth.
Warning: Get your world rocked by two very tortured souls who
come together in a blinding explosion of sensual passion that knows no bounds.
Except when there are ropes, custom-carved floggers, glass dildos and motorcycle
sex involved. Oh, and did I mention the m/f/m ménage scene? One can never have
too many skilled men ready to lend a…hand.
Book Link:
Ellora's Cave: http://www.ellorascave.com/rock-your-soul.html
******* EXCERPT ********
“To
your knees.”
She
blinked, stunned at the power and command in his voice. As the control washed
over her, she wanted to respond, but she found herself too annoyed things
weren’t going according to plan. While she’d expected him to ask her questions
to find out what he was in store for, she didn’t expect anything of this
magnitude.
Angry,
she returned his glare.
He
smirked. The reaction caused her insides to turn to jelly, her vitriolic
thoughts vanishing on the chilly night air. Why did he have to be so goddamned
handsome and annoying at the same time?
“I
suggest you listen if you want me to consider taking you on as I don’t like
repeating myself. To. Your. Knees.”
She
opened her mouth to protest and he tilted his head down just enough to give her
another message. A very stern one she couldn’t help but listen to. He would not
be ignored.
She
dropped her hands to her sides and slowly lowered to her knees. The rough rocks
immediately bit into her shins, but she wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of
showing him she was in pain. She heard the unmistakable sound of buttons popping
on his jeans and looked up just in time to see him part the denim. What in the
Sam hell did he intend to do? If he expected her to suck his dick right here and
now, he’d better think again.
“Eyes
down.”
The
authority behind those two words coursed through her, compelling her to obey. It
had been a long time since she’d had this kind of reaction. Swallowing the lump
in her throat, she complied. The denim pooled around his ankles and she found
herself staring at the pile.
Just as
she started to wonder if Elena had been out of her mind to recommend this man,
his hand slid against the top of her head. His touch was almost calming and,
despite her annoyance, a feeling of tranquility washed over her. His fingers
combed her hair, catching the elastic holder from her ponytail, pulling it free.
He continued to run his fingers through the strands, fanning out her hair. She
relaxed under his persistent touch. The pain in her legs melted away and she
gave a soft sigh as her body started to quietly buzz.
Yes.
The
crunch of rocks jolted her back to the moment. She listened to him move away,
leaving her alone on the rock path in front of his house.
What in the hell?
Beth
looked to the left and her eyes widened in surprise as she spotted him. He
strolled toward the small lake at the front corner of the field, towel swinging
in his hand as he walked. Those jeans of his were at her feet and she now had an
unobstructed view of his bare ass.
A very
firm, very tan, perfectly formed ass.
Christ on a slinky going down an up escalator
if he doesn’t look even better out of those jeans. Transfixed by the bunch and pull of the
muscles in his thighs and butt as he walked over the uneven ground, she forgot
her place and openly gawked.
When he
reached the bank at the water’s edge, he dropped the towel and walked right into
the lake. She expected him to dive under the surface, but instead he slowly
moved until the water lapped as his hips. He sunk as if he were a knife cutting
through the water, disappearing with no more than a quiet ripple disturbing the
surface. The lake smoothed in seconds.
The
only indication she ever had company were those damn jeans on the ground in
front of her.
Author
Bio:
Sara
Brookes is an award-winning author who has always been fascinated by the
strange, the unusual, the twisted and the lost (tortured heroes are her personal
favorite). She is an action movie junkie, addicted to coffee and has been known
to stay up until the wee hours of the morning playing RPG video games. Despite
all this, she is a romantic at heart and is always a sucker for an excellent
love story. Born and bred in Virginia, Sara still lives there with her husband
and daughter. The entire family is owned by two cats, Galahad and Loki, who
graciously allow the family to cater to their every desire.
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