Welcome Siren Author Elle Boon!

Hi everyone, today I have Siren author Elle Boon on my blog.  I'm thrilled to announce that her second book, TWO FOR TAMARA (Ravens of War 2) is at Bookstrand.com.   She has been wonderful to share an adult excerpt with everybody!  So sit back and enjoy.  Take care and cheers! :)

 

    AUTHOR BIO

I’m a wife and mother who is a retired stay at home mom. I say retired because my youngest is going to be 14 on May 19^th. When my baby went to school, reading saved my sanity, and then the same year he started school, I was diagnosed with Cancer, again reading saved my sanity. When I recovered and realized how quickly life changed I made a bucket list. The number one thing was to live. Check. On that list was to become a published author. Eight years later I have accomplished that goal and several others.

I live in the Midwest, but am a southern girl with only a slight twang who says y’all quite frequently and am known to say “bless your heart” a lot. If you know what that means you do not want to be the one I say that to lol. I cuss worse than if a trucker and a sailor were put together, but I do it with class lol.

I write what I love to read, erotic romance. My books are definitely full of lots of story, but I leave nothing to the imagination when it comes to the sex. My hope is that after my reader has read one of my stories they fall in love with my characters.

I love to write and have all kinds of stories in my head waiting to be written. The best part about my new journey is that if I don't like it, I can re-write it, unlike real life, so I always make sure there's a happy ending. I'm creating new worlds, and I hope you all enjoy them with me. I can guarantee you'll always have a hero or two you'll  love, and a heroine you'll want to be.

TWO FOR TAMARA

Rafe and Vin, had been best friends for thousands of years. They were part of an elite group called the Ravens of War, and were made up of twelve men created by Zeus. When they were no longer needed on Olympus, they’d been sent to Earth to find happiness, and hopefully their Fated.

For Tamara she’d given up finding that one man meant just for her, having the ability to see the future ran in her family. So when she saw her own death, she set out to enjoy what she had left. That didn’t include two larger than life men who claimed she was their one.

Cronus pulled Tamara to Hell, and planned to use her as leverage to get his granddaughter, Selena, whose Tamara’s best friend to bargain for her life.

Rafe, Vin and all the Ravens need the help of the gods and goddesses from Olympus to save not only Tamara, but Earth itself.

ADULT EXCERPT

If this was how she was going to die, Tamara was okay with it. In fact, she was ready to sign the papers right then and there.

The feel of a hot, hard body covering her again, and something much larger than fingers or a tongue between her thighs, brought her eyes flying open to see Rafe poised above her. He had that monster he’d assured her would fit, in his right hand, but it was the anxiety in his eyes that gave her the courage to raise her arms and welcome him into her body.

“I’ll go slowly,” he promised.

She nodded. The head was flushed a deep purple, and as he slipped between her thighs she fell back and closed her eyes.

“Hey. Look at me.” Vin turned her face to him. His hand went between her and Rafe.

She was sure she couldn’t come again, that her clit was too sensitive to be touched, but Vin’s fingers proved her wrong.

Rafe entered her an inch at a time. So slowly, she swore it would take him forever before he was fully seated. With Vin playing with her clit, and sucking on her breasts, she didn’t feel any pain, only a slight burn that turned to complete bliss. She wanted to have him fill her completely. Her hips lifted and pressed forward to get his thick shaft deeper, until every inch of him was in her. Finally, when his groin was flush with hers, she stared up into his dark-as-night eyes and realized she wanted to spend forever with these two amazing men. She turned to see Vin was propped up on his elbow staring at them. She reached out to pull him into a deep kiss, wanting him to be connected to her too. She cursed the fates, for allowing her to come to the realization that she was completely and totally in love with not one, but two men, only to take it all away so soon.

With a groan, Rafe started thrusting, going deep and then pulling out. She loved the sound of their flesh slapping, loved the feel of his balls hitting her rear on every downward stroke. Gods, but she actually enjoyed having Vin’s finger there too.

Tamara was lost to everything, except the sensation of lips and tongue, and being filled and loved by two men. Time didn’t matter, her world narrowed down to being with Rafe and Vin, to how it felt to finally know what love was.

Each time Rafe withdrew she whimpered, and then gasped as he pushed back inside. His thrusts sped up. Her body became attuned to his, taking everything he offered and wanting more. She closed her eyes, feeling the tug of Vin’s mouth on her breasts, sending an echo to her clit. The orgasm she was sure she’d not reach again was close.

“Come for me, omorfia mou,” Rafe whispered. And just like that the tingle started in her toes, and worked its way up.

“Yes, god…yes,” she screamed.

Vin released her nipple with a pop.

Rafe continued to thrust his hips, his hands holding her thighs wide until he too groaned out his own satisfaction. He bent and kissed Tamara long and hard. “S’agapo,” he murmured.

As Rafe rolled to the side of the bed Vin wasted no time. She expected him to be a gentle lover, but wasn’t surprised to find he was every bit as large as Rafe, and a bit impatient.

“Good, god almighty. Seriously?” Tamara wasn’t sure how he or Rafe packed all that into their jeans.

“We are size appropriate, love.” Vin winked.

She raised her hands and held them apart. “That is size appropriate.”

Vin stuck his bottom lip out. “Can we discuss this later?”

Tamara laughed. He was just too darn cute.

He dropped down on top of her and rolled. She was still laughing when he sat her astride him. “Do you know how to ride, darling?”

“I think I can figure it out.” She placed her hands on his muscular chest. Neither he nor Rafe had any hair on their chests, but both had a happy trail leading to their groins.

She worried first one, then the other flat male nipple with her tongue, then nipped it with her teeth.

He gripped her hips with his large hands, and while she was rubbing back and forth, teasing them both, he plunged inside her in one swift push.

“Fuck, yes,” he groaned.

“Oh, Vin…” Tamara tossed her head back. He stretched her, gave her no respite. His hands lifted her and brought her back down. He set up a punishing rhythm. And she relished it, sliding down his cock as if he was big enough to split her in two. Only he and Rafe were right. They were made for her, and she was made for them.

Vin groaned, the sound so carnal she knew he was close. His head was tipped back, the cords of muscles in his neck stood out. She had an urge to lean forward and bite him. A hand at her back, pressing her forward, settled the internal debate.

A finger rubbed against her ass, but the pounding of Vin in her pussy and the constant friction against her clit, had her close to coming again.

BUY LINKS:

http://www.bookstrand.com/two-for-tamara

http://www.amazon.com/Selenas-Ravens-Siren-Publishing-Menage-        ebook/dp/B00JZPWPGI/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1400526229&sr=1-1&keywords=elle+boon

     AUTHOR'S LINKS:

       

https://www.facebook.com/elle.boon

www.elleboon.com

http://www.amazon.com/Elle-Boon/e/B00K03HY42/ref=sr_tc_2_0?qid=1400526405&sr=1-2-ent

  

 

 

Welcome Siren Author Serena Fairfax!

Hi everyone, I'd like to welcome Siren author Serena Fairfax to my blog.  I'm excited to announce that she has a new book, ALCHEMY at Bookstrand.com and has been gracious enough to share a story and adult excerpt for everyone.  So sit back and enjoy!  Take care and cheers! :)

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Serena Fairfax spent her childhood in India, qualified as a lawyer in England and joined a London law firm.

Romance is hardwired into her DNA so her novels include a strong romantic theme. However, she broke out of the romance bubble with IN THE PINK, a quirky departure in style and content, that you can download free from her website until 1 August 2014.

She’s also written several short stories that feature on her blog   http://www.serenafairfax.com/serena_fairfax_author_blog/

Fast forward to a sabbatical from the day job when Serena traded in bricks and mortar for a houseboat which, for a hardened land lubber like her, turned out to be a big adventure.

Apart from writing and reading (all kinds of books), a few of Serena’s favorite things are collecting old masks, singing (in the rain) and exploring off the beaten track.

She’s a member of the Romantic Novelists Association, which is a very supportive organization. Serena and her golden retriever, Inspector Morse, who can't wait to unleash his own Facebook page, divide their time between London and rural Kent. (Charles Dickens said: Kent, sir. Everybody knows Kent. Apples, cherries, hops and women).

ALCHEMY

 Set in sun-drenched Lake Garda where church-mouse Tamsin Heriot, an English rose, pairs off with sexy, privileged Luca Leopoldo who’s half Italian half Somali. But Luca isn’t what he seems…

Orphaned, aged seven, when his childhood in Mogadishu is brutally destroyed, Luca is left emotionally broken.  Ragged and starving he seeks refuge in Italy where kindly aristocrats adopt him.

Ever since she was fifteen, Tamsin has had a crush on Luca and the summer before she goes to university, she’s determined to lose her virginity to him.

It’s eight years before their trajectories re-converge. Tamsin, still lusting after Luca, receives devastating news that triggers her return to the dilapidated family casa when an unexpected bond develops between her and Luca’s widowed, adoptive mother.

A will alters what starts as a dalliance and there’s no shortcut to love, everything to lose, as the relationship between two wounded people, Luca and Tamsin, is pushed to breaking point. 

STORY EXCERPT

I am eighteen, going on nineteen and have never been fucked. Tamsin morosely hummed her thoughts to the tune of Liesl and Rolf’s duet in “The Sound of Music” as she gazed at her reflection in the lopsided, oval bedroom mirror that scorching August day. The interior walls of La Casa della Fontana sloped, the floors listed, so straightening the mirror, in the crooked little house of the nursery rhyme, was routine. This grandly named, spectacularly moldering house in a picturesque village on Lake Garda had been snapped up by her bohemian parents, Patrick and Eve Heriot, on the back of a legacy from a crusty uncle, and it was from here that, for the past twenty-five years, they ran year-round painting and creative writing courses.

Tamsin’s first year at university beckoned in six weeks’ time. Below bold brows, large, gold-flecked hazel eyes set in a plump, milk-fresh face stared back at her and she sucked in her cheeks. She peeled off her nightie, courtesy of a thrift shop, her wardrobe mainstay, and sighed. Her luscious boobs owed nothing to silicon implants but her tummy was majestically rounded and there was no avoiding it, she was a dumpling who couldn’t afford liposuction.

Her spirits boosted as she brushed her hair. Licorice-dark, thick and glossy, it tumbled to her shoulders in loose curls. He would surely throw her down and lose himself in it. And those deep dimples when she smiled, which she’d almost forgotten how to.

The three graces – her trio of close girlfriends, all lissome and nubile with antelope legs, all clones of the hottest models - had been fucked, or so they bragged. Fucked by their brothers’ buddies, fucked by their fathers’ buddies, fucked by studs in one-night stands. Fucked against library shelves groaning with texts on particle physics, fucked in the swimming pool, fucked knee-deep in mud at Glastonbury, fucked on the hallowed green grass of Glyndebourne to the shrill vocals of Brünhilde wrapping up the immolation scene. There was no doubt they’d fucked and she claimed likewise, although disbelief was palpable and vociferously voiced when, with narrowed eyes, they compared notes. Well, this summer she’d get fucked, by hook or by crook. Her summer of love. The summer Cinderella would go to the ball. She refused to go down in history as the only virgin fresher.

She had A PLAN. A plan that had simmered gently all night after she’d masturbated whilst poring over “Bonking For Tyros” and munched her way through two bags of prawn flavored potato crisps. A plan she would implement at once.

A party of five couples was expected that evening on a week’s course. Patrick and Eve with Tamsin’s brother Gareth, six years older than her would, as usual, meet and greet them at Milan airport, herd them onto a minivan and, after two hours, speed proportionate to vehicle’s decrepitude, puttering down the autostrada, decant them at the casa. Nine-year-old Ruby, Patrick and Eve’s last hurrah, was vacationing in style in Ibiza, with her best friend Isla, at the hip, minimalist beach house owned by Isla’s family.

It was ten a.m. and Tamsin heard a rumble of bickering voices as the Heriots left. The minivan was temperamental, so plenty of time was allowed for mishaps. Tamsin was delegated to stay behind to lay the well-scrubbed, rough-hewn communal refectory table, to ensure the pre-cooked meal was properly defrosted and heated up and the wine was chambray-ing. That was an affectation of Gareth’s, since the Heriots could afford, and served, what could only be politely categorized as easy drinking.

She glanced down at the plan, although she’d no need to as she’d memorized it by heart.

Change bed linen and sprinkle lavender water.

Flash the flesh.

Buy condoms and new knickers.

Rehearse Luca pretext.

Ah Luca! Ever since she was fifteen, she’d had a crush on him. Her head swarmed with fantasies of the scion of Il Principe Salvatore Leopoldo di Monte Valla and Principessa Catarina. He, godlike, was sole heir to the noble title and extensive agricultural land holdings, to the sumptuous Leopoldo palazzo in Milan where masterpieces in oils by Titian, Raphael, Caravaggio and El Greco hung in proximity to canvases by Impressionists, Cubists and Fauvists. Comprising one of the most fabulous private art collections in the world, it was on loan to the Italian government. And few dynastic families in Italy possessed the twentyfour carat pedigree of the Leopoldos, who counted among their ancestors the Chief Treasurer to the Emperor Barbarossa, a Pope, a composer, two saints and Renaissance Ambassadors.

Yes! Tamsin swiftly executed items one and two, painted her finger and toenails a shimmering Chinese red, slapped a flash of azure on her eyelids and whirled down to make breakfast. Contemplating the third homemade roll with lashings of salty butter and gooseberry jam coursing through her arteries, she hesitated.

ADULT EXCERPT

Quickly they ripped off each other’s nightwear until they were both naked.   It seemed the right response because she took it no further and wrapped her arms round him, settling in to him with a sigh. He pulled her soft curves into him and held her, kissing her fiercely.

Try something new today—the supermarket catchphrase—ran through Tamsin’s thoughts as, with her heartbeat tripling, Luca shot her that look that always gave her a warm, damp rush.  

“ Signora Leopoldo di Monte Valla. ”

She let her legs fall apart. Just the deep cadence of his voice turned her ready. “ Do it, make me come.” She knew what his tongue could do, what his cock could do. “I want you now, my prince, my lord.”  She swept her hair over his balls, and took one then another into her mouth.

“Wider still and wider for me, babe. I want to see every bit of you.”

‘I hear and I obey.” She shifted and opened up, spreading her sex to him and a deep growl emerged from somewhere low down in his chest.

“Love that womanhood, love your big, tight ass.”  Firm hands clamped the cheeks of her butt   trapping their bodies front to front. He paused, his eyes glittering   under the long, black lashes and then he was dipping his head and she felt the ridge of his tongue slamming inside her, sucking her swollen clit, his breath moist and hot.

She gasped and shut her eyes. “ I want to taste you.”  Her pussy clenched and throbbed as his hands rested on her thighs keeping her wide.

“Keep it going.” She whimpered.

 She watched him rip the foil and roll on the condom, nudging her with the tip of his warm, smooth cock. She reached for it and took the hardness of his length in her mouth, savoring the nectar, wanting his thickness to enter her, wanting his juices in her, over her.

He wet his fingers in his juices and, circling her labia,  she bucked.

“That’s what I like to know.”

“I’m going to…come.”

“Not yet you won’t.” His lips twitched in a smile. “If you do,” he whispered a sweet torture, “ that’s it for tonight. Hush now. We’re going there together.”

He slid his fingers deep into her clit, moving in and out, the slick, accepting sound of her desire like a metronome beating time.

He stopped and she felt she’d die.  “Move,” she moaned.

His eyes were darker than she’d ever seen before. He bent into her and nibbled a jutting nipple as he eased the head of his silky cock into the peachy damp of her slit. Her cunt flared up around him, waiting, ripe, needy, her heartbeat going wild as he thrust his cock deeper as he marked his territory, staked his claim to her. She was his for the taking. 

“ Sweetie.” His gaze tangled with hers. And then he was hammering into her, rocking hard and fast and she was spiraling out of control until the orgasm lurking somewhere over the rainbow rushed down to ignite them and they shuddered and shattered round each other as he spilled himself into her with a shout.

With a soft sigh he eased out  and rolled to one side.  He realized something else. Tamsin had messed with his emotions. He’d got caught out.  He’d have to watch it. He didn’t do emotions.

   Later that night, Luca turned to Tamsin and murmured. “How about a chaser?” He nuzzled his tongue down her cheek.

   She felt her pulse beating in her throat as her lips slid down his cock. And then he was flipping her over onto her belly, running his fingers down her spine. She got on her hands and knees and he slid his tongue into her hole  slicking her, coaxing her with a slow sweetness that craved for more. Then bending right over her, his fingers eased  in and out of her slippery cunt, fucking her till she came, in spasm after spasm.

“The best is yet to be.” 

The thought of his swollen cock riding into her ass made her quiver anxiously.

He must have sensed it for he said softly. “It’s going to be alright.”

   “No pain, no gain?”

   “Honey, trust me.” He slipped one lubricated finger into her ass and pressed down. A sensation so new, so wicked, coiled heatedly through her, almost tipping her over the edge.  And then his thumb was gently driving in and she jerked and bucked and before she knew it the head of his cock was inching into her asshole just as his fingers slid lazily into her cunt to meet her G-spot. Her juices rained down and, replete with him, she gasped and came, sobbing at the pleasurable wonder of it, and he came too. 

BUY LINKS:

Siren BookStrand: www.bookstrand.com/alchemy

 In 4 weeks time ALCHEMY will be available from Amazon US, Amazon UK, Apple iBooks, Kobo and Barnes & Noble.

AUTHOR’S LINKS

 Website        http://www.serenafairfax.com/ 

 Blog             http://www.serenafairfax.com/serena_fairfax_author_blog/

 Email:          info@serenafairfax.com

 Twitter         http://klout.com/user/Sefairfax?n=tw&v=connect_twitter

 Facebook     http://www.facebook.com/serenafairfax

 Siren Bookstrand: www.bookstrand.com/serens-fairfax

Serena welcomes hearing from you.

 

It's Release Day for Siren Author Allyson Young!

Hi everyone, today I'm thrilled to have Siren Author Allyson Young on my blog! It’s the Release Day for her novel Enough (Club Pleasure 7).  Awesome!  So sit back and enjoy!  Take care and cheers!

AUTHOR BIO:

Allyson Young lives in cottage country in Manitoba, Canada with her husband of many years and numerous pets. She worked in the human services all across Canada and has seen the best and worst of what people bring to the table. Allyson has written for years, mostly short stories and poetry, published in small newspapers and the like, although her work appeared in her high school yearbooks too! After reading an erotic romance, quite by accident, she decided to try her hand at penning erotica.

Allyson will write until whatever she has inside her is satisfied- when all the heroes man up and all the heroines get what they deserve. Love isn’t always sweet, and Allyson favours the dark side of romance.

ENOUGH (Club Pleasure 7)


Jordan Sterling is well aware he can't pursue a career as a psychologist without resolving his own central issue—that of never feeling enough. Emily Brown applied at Club Pleasure before, only to run before actually entering the scene, feeling fearful and undeserving.
Jordan accepts Emily as a training submissive, and she has no intention of falling for her Dom, hoping only to overcome traumatic childhood issues impacting her adult relationships and find some future happiness.
Fighting their attraction, Jordan gives Emily mixed messages, making her his exclusive Club submissive and collaring her. She comes to accept what love looks and feels like, and, no longer a coward, she tells her Dom, who immediately rejects her.
Devastated—and furious, Emily must accept being released. No longer vanilla, she attends a sister club where Jordan, coming to his senses, finds her. He gives her what she needs. Him. He’s enough for her, just as she is enough for him.

Enjoy this adult excerpt from Enough, Club Pleasure 7

Jordan’s big hands massaged Emily from her shoulders downward and up again, striving to loosen her tense muscles. When he withdrew, she heard the rustle of fabric and understood he was removing his clothes, not just freeing his cock, and her heart lurched at the implication. Not just about fucking then…

The bed dipped and he lay on his back beside her. She lifted her head and met his eyes, falling into their depths, searching for what she desperately wanted to believe was available—to her. If only she could recognize it. Jordan blinked and the moment was lost.

“Can you shift over me? Are you too sore?”

“No.” She rose to her knees and he helped her straddle him, his heavy erection flirting with her moistening pussy folds.

“We’ll let last night pass, sweetheart. Move on.” Jordan toyed with her collar. “I’m not certain it even deserved a correction, although your safety remains paramount.”

The condition of my heart is paramount, Master. Emily managed to nod, dropping her eyes to survey his developed chest. His hands moved to cover her breasts, lifting their weight and gently squeezing them, trailing his fingertips over her nipples. She rocked against his cock and the smile she coveted lit up his face.

“Put me inside you.”

Levering upwards, she guided the wide head to her gate and slowly, tantalizingly, took him into her body, relishing the way he stretched her to capacity, until he bottomed out at her cervix. Pacing herself, she raised and lowered over the stiff, thick length of him, occasionally swiveling to grind against the hidden nerve laden patch high in the front of her sheath. Lights sparked behind her eyes each time she made contact with that special place and her cream flooded down around Jordan’s cock, creating that certain, rich, fluid sound of sexual connection.

He continued to play with her breasts, tweaking the nipples, sometimes to the point of pain, sometimes merely to sensitize her and she slowly built to a pinnacle, yet was afraid for it to end. She thought she’d lose whatever they had if she climaxed, that little death, and stared down at him, tossing her hair out of the way. His face was strained with pleasure and he met her eyes, his iris almost liquid chocolate with need. Her hips faltered in their rhythm and he gripped her waist to turn with her, taking over their congress, powering in and out with practiced thrusts. Her G-spot responded with a vengeance and Emily went over, wrapping up her Dom within a desperate clutch of her sheath, arms and legs. Jordan moaned his release into her shoulder and she spoke into the ensuing silence, tears pouring down her cheeks.

“I love you.”

Rolling away, their combined fluids spilling out to coat her thighs, Jordan flopped onto his back. He rubbed a hand across his face and spoke the words she feared the most. “I’m sorry, sweetheart. I can’t love anyone. I’m sorry.”

His rejection made her woozy, and pain splintered in a radius around her heart. Maybe she’d chosen the wrong time to say it. But there’d never be a right one. She clambered off the bed and hurried to the attached bathroom, spying the sink through the open doorway. It took a few minutes to clean up, but Jordan didn’t join her and she accepted he’d stated his case. She didn’t plan to give him more time to mouth platitudes and remind her that love was never in their arrangement. As if love could be dictated by a contract.

Entering the bedroom, she found her little pile of clothes beside the robe he’d covered her in downstairs. With true Jordan thoroughness, no matter his obvious discomfort earlier, he’d brought her outfit along with them, and she’d never been so grateful for his dependability. Turning her back to him, she pulled them on quickly, as he did what she feared—said and did things to squeeze her heart and rend it further asunder. She rebuffed his offer of finding her another Dom, and then regretted having an outburst about Olivia. Two for two.

The look on Jordan’s face when she challenged his feelings about Olivia told her just how far she’d stepped over the line, and she decided to cut her losses. She wasn’t sure how she’d cope, but he wasn’t her Dom any longer, wasn’t meant to be in her life. She’d figure it out like she always had, and she was a better person, a stronger woman after her time with him. Enough was enough. Onward.

“Good bye, Jordan.” She slipped out the door and allowed it to shut quietly behind her.

It wasn’t difficult to find the stairs and descend them, hanging tightly to the railing for support, but once she was in the hallway, she had no idea where she might go. It was as if Club Pleasure’s blueprint had turned into a labyrinth in her brain, and she struggled to find the way out. Casting her eyes left, then right, a familiar arch caught her attention and she made her way in its direction. Her body didn’t seem to belong to her. It moved sluggishly, without impetus and Emily realized it was because she’d left her heart behind in that room. With Master Jordan.

Well, what had she expected, really? He’d been clear from the start. No matter the way he’d caught her fleeing that second night and enticed her inside, it had all been about training her, releasing her twisted pain, and helping her establish herself. Not about a long term relationship. Not about love. That in itself had initially been reassuring, and his honesty had inspired her to take the chance, to become the someone she might have been if not for the attentions of her uncle. Peeling all those horrible, confining and blurring labels away without strings. Because she’d known better than to lose her heart. So tell that particular organ the facts then—it had functioned independently from her brain, and now resided in the unwelcoming grasp of Master Jordan Sterling.

A sob tore up her throat and she swallowed against it. No sense in dwelling on it. He had feelings for her—she believed he loved her, as much as she understood that emotion, but for whatever reason, he lied to himself. And that made him a coward. She didn’t have time for cowards, having only just conquered that weakness herself. Laying it on the table, that famed D/s honesty and communication, had only garnered her the pain of humiliation and the agony of loss. Enough. Enough. Jordan’s edict, way back in beginning resonated in her head and it straightened her shoulders, focused her mind and gave her the strength to haul her empty self straight through the Club, past the scene rooms, the meet and greet area and through the foyer. Mallory passed over her little bag without comment, although the worry was clear in her eyes.

She struggled with the heavy door, and Maurice was instantly there, a concerned look on his face.

“You’re not driving. You’ll wait until I speak with your Master.”

She tested her dissembling skills. “He knows I’m leaving, Master Maurice. And he’s not my Master any longer by mutual accord. I’m released. And now I’m running behind, Sir.” Making an airy gesture she smiled widely, believing it to be true, and carried it off. So maybe her maladaptive coping skills weren’t all bad after all.

Maurice narrowed his eyes on her, then gave an abrupt nod. “You drive safe. No more speeding tickets.”

She managed a convincing laugh, squeezing out the humorous reminder of that past costly ticket. “I won’t. Thank you.”

As she slipped past him and hurried down the steps, he called out, “Maybe give Susan a call. She was saying how she’d like to connect with you.”

Somehow, she kept her gait steady, and called back over her shoulder. “I’d like that.” Not a lie, but no intention. Susan seemed a very nice person, and she had to be special to be with Maurice, but Emily was done with Club Pleasure and anything involving the place.

Her little car crouched in the lot under good lighting and Maurice’s careful eye. She slid into the seat and stabbed the keys at the ignition, missing the first time, the metal scraping along the steering post in a grating sound that made her nerves thrum. But she succeeded on the second attempt, and the engine turned over, thanks to the regular tune-ups Jordan had insisted on, and she threw it in gear, barely remembering to pull out with decorum. She had her pride, after all, battered once again, but maybe the only thing she had left from this debacle, and no way was she giving Maurice a reason to follow up.

 Eyes burning, but dry, she drove carefully and steadily in the direction of her apartment, wondering how she was going to face the future without Jordan in it.

BUY LINK: http://www.bookstrand.com/enough

   WEBSITE: www.allysonyoung.com