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Synopsis:
Billionaire CEO of Blakely Incorporated, Natasha runs her
empire with an eagle eye for every detail. She’s an obsessive, compulsive,
micromanaging hard-ass, consumed by the need to control every aspect of her
life and her business.
But underneath that seemingly strong façade, Natasha is a
swirling mess of anger, anxiety and sexual addiction. Only her therapist, Dr.
Benson, knows how close she is to burning out...or exploding. He insists on a
radical form of treatment – Submission Therapy – knowing that it’s her only
hope.
Skeptical but intrigued, Natasha agrees to attend the first
session. What she finds there is an erotically-charged environment that will
forgive none of her habitual bad behavior. And a steely-eyed man who seems to
read her every desire - even the ones she won’t admit to herself.
Will Natasha learn what it means to submit? Or will she
allow her brittle pride to rob her of what she truly needs?
Author Bios:
KATIE SALIDAS
Katie Salidas is a Super Woman!
Endowed with special powers and abilities, beyond those of mortal women, She
can get the munchkins off to gymnastics, cheerleading, Girl Scouts, and swim
lessons. She can put hot food on the table for dinner while assisting
with homework, baths, and bedtime… And, She still finds the time to keep the
hubby happy (nudge nudge wink wink). She can do all of this and still have time
to write.
And if you can believe all of those lies, there
is some beautiful swamp land in Florida
for sale…
Katie Salidas resides in Las Vegas , Nevada
Publisherhttp://www.risingsignbooks.net
Willsin Rowe falls in love
with a scent, a playful expression or an act of casual intimacy more easily
than with physical beauty. When confronted by any combination of those elements
he is a lost cause. He has done many things over and over, done even more
things only once, and half-done more things than he cares to admit. He loves to
sing and doesn’t let his voice get in the way. He is intelligent but not
sensible. He is passionate but fearful. He is not scruffy enough or stylish
enough to be cool.
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Hunger
Christmas time in Brisbane is
always so hot and muggy you could drink it from a bowl.
Brett Freeman feels the heat
like anyone, but for more than 15 years it’s been nothing to do with the
climate and everything to do with Corinne. Only one thing stands between Brett
and his perfect woman: her husband, Darren.
Despite that stumbling block,
Darren and Corinne consider Brett their best friend. They’ve watched in despair
as he’s tossed away good relationships simply because, in his mind, no woman could
ever compare to Corinne.
Then, one muggy Christmas Eve, a
friendly visit takes a bizarre turn. Secrets are shared, an incredible present
is offered, and for Brett, life will be changed forever.
Every beginning comes from an
ending.
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The Three Day Hump
Luther has a solid career as a
lawyer and is married to a famous lingerie model. His life has grown
comfortable, and he can’t remember how it felt to truly want
something…anything.
Opal is young, debatably single,
and has lived a life poor in everything but experience. She exudes a lush
darkness and it draws Luther to her.
He suddenly remembers desire.
Their flirting turns physical;
lust turns to obsession, obsession to addiction. They can’t see a future, but
they can think of nothing but the present. They don’t know how to stop, they
only know they need to.
An urban myth tells that three
days of abstinence will break the back of an addiction. They hole up together
in a hotel for a long weekend.
Naked.
Can their addiction be beaten?
Maybe. But first, they need to make it over the three-day hump.
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Lightning
From the fun and frivolous to
the poignant and deeply personal, this collection of flash and short erotic
fiction has a little taste of everything. Tales of crossed paths and crossed
lines; of fate and fancy; changes, chances and choices.
With flash stories boiled and
brewed until only the essence remains, and longer works that simmer and spit,
you’re sure to find something to tickle you right where you need it. And with
author commentary before each story, you could call this the director’s cut!
Submission Therapy
EXCERPT:
© November 2012 by Willsin Rowe and Katie Salidas
“If your spirit is the equal of your
body...” He ran his fingers across my shoulders and down the gully of my spine.
“...then it will be a rare pleasure breaking you in.”
Despite my initial apprehension, his
words and his touch sent a thrill through me.
He moved from behind me and my back
suddenly felt cold. I watched his muscular form as he prowled to the chair, and
admired his grace as he mounted it.
“Bind her. Bring her to me.”
Chloe appeared beside me with a length of
smooth rope in her hands. My instincts cried out to run, to fight, but I bit
down on them. I could see where this was heading and…and I wasn’t sure I hated
it.
With practiced efficiency, Chloe had my
wrists secured in under a minute. She led me over to Master Sweet and handed
him the loose end of rope.
“Slave, lay across my lap.”
I couldn’t help it. I hesitated. This was
so new to me. He curled the rope around his wrist and pulled steadily, with a
strength I couldn’t resist. With Chloe’s help he had me prone across his lap,
my bare ass angled out and vulnerable. My heartbeat sped with a mixture of
excitement and uncertainty. Even though there was something so degrading about
being put over someone’s lap, there was a part of me that found
it...invigorating. I wasn’t about to let him know I felt that way, though. I
held my tongue and watched blankly as Chloe worked, binding me in place.
She took the rope and fed it through the
eyelet at the base of the chair, leading it underneath and through a matching
eyelet on the other side. She walked around and crouched behind me. From my
angle I could only see her hands taking the rope, but I could sense her body
heat on the backs of my thighs, feel her breath tickling across my ass…and
everywhere else. I wondered if she was there to do more than just tie knots.
The rope’s firm grip around my right knee
took me out of that reverie. I watched as Chloe fed the rope back through the
loop and then around my left knee. I understood the chair’s construction much
better now. Looped around it, with Master Sweet’s strong legs as a cushion, I
had nowhere to go. Intriguingly, there was still enough slack in the rope that
I could spread my knees apart.
“Look in the mirror.”
I raised my head and stared. I barely
recognized myself. In the low light, my black hair almost blended with the
room. I could see enough to know it was a mess, though.
He slipped his hand onto my ass and
rested it there, soft, unmoving. The deceptively light touch sent chills
rippling across my body.
“You’ve earned a spanking for your
disobedience. You will watch as your punishment is delivered, and you will
count the strokes.”
My breath hitched in my chest. Spanking.
I hadn’t had one of those since I was a little girl. So demeaning, and yet the
thought of it sent heat rushing between my thighs. There was a part of me that
longed for it. In a world where I constantly had to think at least six to
twelve months ahead, a consequence that was both immediate and tangible somehow
felt like a luxury.
He raised his hand, cocked it like a gun.
I followed the movement instinctively, admiring the pure power of it, knowing
full well that its force was about to come crashing down on me.
“No. Look into your own eyes.”
I did as instructed. My mouth hung open
as I tried to catch my breath, which had begun racing. I clenched my muscles
and squeezed my thighs together, waiting for what came next.
The blow, when it landed, cracked like a
pistol shot. For the slightest instant all I felt was the jolt through my body.
My vision blurred with the impact. Then the sting bloomed on my ass and began
to tingle. I watched my own mouth stretch, listened as my breath hissed in. I
would not cry out.
“Count it!” he demanded.
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