Thank you, Noelle, for having me back.
I’m so happy to be with you again.
Title: NEXT WEEKEND
Publisher: Evernight Publishing
Release Date: January 20, 2015
Genre: Contemporary, erotic, romance,
BDSM-lite J okay, mild sub/dom
BDSM-lite (makes me giggle every time)
This is the way I like to describe my latest release Next Weekend, my
first with Evernight Publishing. This story has an extremely mild dominance /
submission theme. It’s actually a burgeoning D/s relationship, with the added
little twist; my couple, Miranda and Jordan, are going through a divorce when
they realize this new dynamic in their disintegrating relationship. There are
no blindfolds, no spanking scenes, no bondage, but instead a subtle and
unexpected shift in power.
Here’s the blurb:
Miranda and Jordan Lang cordially invite
you to their divorce...
Jordan is not completely surprised when
Miranda suggests they separate. Their marriage had been deteriorating from the
moment they took their vows. Although heartbroken things didn’t work out with
the woman he expected to spend the rest of his life with, he doesn’t contest
her decision.
The only thing holding up the final
divorce decree is the sale of their get-away cabin. In a weak moment, Miranda
heads there for the weekend knowing full well that Jordie will also be there.
Accidentally—on purpose, she seduces him and leaves an open invitation for
another naughty weekender.
But the next time they meet, Jordie’s
anger over the entire situation has kicked in and he finds himself being rough
and commanding with her. And even more surprising, his ex likes it.
Follow Jordie as he finds and embraces
his dominant side and Miranda her submissive self. Will it be enough to save
their doomed relationship or will the issues that drove them apart remain more
than they can overcome?
EXCERPT:
“Stop!” He pulled her hair, dislodging her.
She stared up at him, her gaze darting
uncertainly, her lovely lips shiny and swollen from his rough use. He fisted
his other hand to keep from reaching out and smoothing her lower lip. No, he
was certain, any sign of weakness or empathy would shatter whatever precedent
he’d set here.
In an attempt to break his hold, she shook
her head from side to side. But he held firm, even gripping her hair close to
her scalp, where he knew it would hurt. She opened her mouth, silently offering
to take him back in.
He stifled a chuckle. Had he just unraveled
the secret to keeping his wife interested? He gave her hair another vicious
pull, then dropped her carelessly.
As much as it killed him, he stepped away
from her and with major discomfort and some difficulty, he tucked his aching
cock back into his pants and attempted to zip up. It was a lost cause. He
pulled his shirt over to cover himself.
“No. Please…” She knelt on the end of the bed and
reached for him, her long fingers grasping, her expression begging for him to
return. “Let me finish. I’ll make it good.”
With more willpower than he knew he
possessed, he sidestepped her and walked to the bedroom door. At the threshold,
he turned back. The look of bewilderment and perhaps even a hint of humiliation
marred her generally flawless and regal features. The usual arrogant
self-assuredness she wore like a badge of honor fell away. It was what had
attracted him to her in the first place and what ultimately drove a wedge
between them. But for once she needed direction.
The image she made, legs folded underneath
her, breasts rising and falling as she tried to catch her breath, her nipples
hard, her skin flushed, her hair a tangled mess from his misuse—it was
something he would never forget.
“Next weekend.” He snapped the order.
“You’ll be here.” He pointed down at the floor where he stood.
He didn’t wait for a response to his
statement but turned and strode to the exit.
Jordan made sure to slam the door on his
way out.
Back on the road, driving home, he couldn’t
help but grin to himself. He had the most empowering feeling coursing through
him. He even resisted the urge to jerk off and find that much needed release.
No, he would use that craving to pad his resolve. Their relationship had just
shifted. To what and where it might go—he didn’t know? For now, it didn’t
matter. What he was certain of—beyond a shadow of a doubt—next weekend, Miranda
would be there, waiting for him.
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H K Carlton is a
multi-published Canadian author of romance and its varied sub-genres including
contemporary, historical, paranormal, romantic suspense and erotica.
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