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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?
“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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