Today I'm welcoming my first ever guest-author to my blog, Amy Valenti! Amy is a fellow Total e-Bound author and she's put together a really naughty treat of a post featuring an excerpt from her latest release, a BDSM crime-thriller novel called Dominance and Deception. ;) So go ahead and read on - you know you want to! Dominance and Deception debuts today from Total e-Bound, and if this post sparks your interest, you can pick up a copy of the e-book here.
To catch a killer, you have to think a little kinky…
When you read the words ‘kinky cop’, what’s the first image that flashes into your mind? I’m betting it’s a guy in a tight yet revealing uniform, with a large ‘nightstick’… right?
If that’s what you’re looking for, then sadly, I’m going to have to tell you to move it along – nothing to see, here! Dominance and Deception is about a plainclothes detective who loves to put his girlfriend in handcuffs – and that’s just for starters. Detective Zach Pierce is no porny stereotype – he catches the bad guys, locks them up where they belong, and then drags his forensic scientist into his bedroom by the hair and orders her to her knees.
And she loves every second of it. ;)
But what’s it like to have a homicide detective as a Dom? Okay, he never goes anywhere without a pair of heavy-duty handcuffs, which is a definite plus for spur of the moment fun. But when you’re putting criminals behind bars on a daily basis, you’re bound to make a few enemies.
Faye Tate knows this when she takes Zach’s collar, but can she really comprehend the danger she’s in? Zach’s a responsible Dom, but when certain people find out that Faye’s his weak spot, it makes her a target. Dominance and Deception follows their D/s love affair over its first two years, and there’s plenty of danger and shadiness to overcome.
Having said that, there’s also a lot of intense, kinky fun involved – Faye’s a switch, and she’d love to trade places with her Dom every once in a while… not to mention bring another detective into their bed for a sizzling ménage encounter. Zach might have collared more than he bargained for!
Check out a little excerpt from the novel:
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“Try to get free.”
Obediently, Faye writhed on the bed, tugging at the handcuffs that restrained her wrists and the silk scarves I’d used to tie her ankles to the bedposts.
“Can’t, Sir,” she said, half smiling, half apprehensive, as if she was unsure whether the response would lead to reward or punishment. Hell, with Faye, the punishment usually was the reward.
I didn’t keep her in suspense. “Good.”
When I brought the riding crop up into her line of sight, her eyes widened and she bit her lip, a shiver of anticipation thrilling through her body. I paused for a second, giving her time to back out if she needed to, making no attempt to hide the way my eyes swept over every part of her.
“Are you ready?”
She swallowed hard, her eyes on the crop. Shaking a tendril of damp hair from her cheek before answering, she nodded, her words just barely whispered.
“Yes, Sir.”
The way she submitted, unquestioning, to my authority made me want to throw aside the crop right then. I needed to be inside her, needed to hear her beg for release, needed to lose control completely. But not yet. The scene had yet to be played out.
Faye looked from the crop to my face, and from the slight upward quirk of her eyebrow I could tell she’d caught on to my train of thought.
“Or we could just…” she said softly, shifting seductively against the mattress.
Snapped back into my role, I stared her out until she stilled and broke eye contact.
A flicker of amusement remained in her voice as she conceded, “I’m sorry, Sir. I was outta line.”
“You’re damn right,” I said, and without warning cracked the crop down onto her breast, just below the nipple.
She yelled with combined pleasure and pain, attempting to suppress the grin on her face.
I paused to let the blow register, knowing she was hardly even trying to be properly submissive. Most of the time, she let it wash over her, sinking so far into the state that it took time for her to come back from it. Tonight she was in a playful mood of a completely different kind—cheerfully insolent and willing to take all the punishment I could meter out. I already knew she’d let me whip her until she was sore all over, then defy me for just a little longer, setting her tolerance for pain against my willingness to give it.
I’ve never been one to back down from a challenge.
Faye looked down at the red mark rising on her flesh, then up at me. “That the best you can do, Sir?”
I raised the crop, never letting my pissed-off façade slip. “I haven’t even started—”
Faye’s phone rang, the unexpected sound disorientating us both. She groaned, scowling at the offending object as if it was sentient.
“Damn it! Not now!” She tugged expectantly at her handcuffs. “Okay, let me out of these.”
I stood there, impassive, and she rolled her eyes.
“Zach, seriously. Someone’s probably dead and we’ll have to go to work.”
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Thanks for hosting me today, Ranae! :)
Bio: Amy Valenti is a tarnished tease, and her mind has lived in the gutter since the day she realised what sex was. She hails from England, which she doesn’t find quite as exotic and sexy as the average US citizen seems to, but if people want to compliment her on her accent, that’s all fine with her! Her muses are many, fickle and very demanding.
She has a degree in creative writing and currently works as a proofreader/copy editor. In her free time, she reads, writes and plays videogames. On the rare occasions she doesn’t have a laptop on her knee, she loves to curl up with friends and pets – and chocolate – for TV show and movie marathons.
