*Phew* I was away when I scheduled this. In a very nice hotel in Glasgow. (Hotel du Vin if you're like me, and nosy) And blow me, their net was playing up.
The ladies and gent on reception (think gent in kilt), were fantastic and spent a good twenty minutes trying to sort it, to no avail.
Then just asI was about to give in and say no #SS til I got home... Woo hoo, on it cane. So forgive me if I dash off to schedule this...
And as The Dommes of Ballingal: Kristin is out on Tuesday (two more sleeps) I have to tease you with it...
Blurb
Kristin
McCrory would never in a million years have thought her ex-husband would show
up on Ballingal and profess his need to sub for her. Flynn is the ultimate
stubborn Alpha male, and his refusal to even discuss her need to be in charge
had already cost them their marriage. That, and his apparent need to seek out
the most dangerous place to report on in his work as a television documentary
reporter.
However,
the Flynn she knew is not the Flynn who stands before her now. This Flynn is a
broken man and she can’t just turn him away. As an Empath and mind reader,
Kristin can sense his emotional and physical pain. It means Kristin feels even
more drawn to the man she loves, and their connection is as strong as ever.
Love
is worth fighting for after all, and Flynn finds new strength in his
submission.
She daren’t let her eyes linger on the angry red scar that ran from his
left shoulder, and pointed like an arrow, to stop just above his right
nipple. Kristin shivered, as a shaft of awareness tried to poke her. She
daren’t open her mind to him, or show any emotion—not yet.
It wasn’t an idle thought to wonder how far down the tan extended. The dark hair that covered it created whorls and shapes that she itched to trace and tug with her fingers. Only the red scar marred the pattern. Kristin risked a quick look at his feet—they poked naked from under the denim that covered his bottom half.
It wasn’t an idle thought to wonder how far down the tan extended. The dark hair that covered it created whorls and shapes that she itched to trace and tug with her fingers. Only the red scar marred the pattern. Kristin risked a quick look at his feet—they poked naked from under the denim that covered his bottom half.
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http://www.bookstrand.com/the-dommes-of-ballingal-kristin
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Happy reading and over and out in case net goes again
Love R x
Such a tease Raven x
ReplyDeleteLovely visual. That cheered my day up quite a bit. Thank you.
ReplyDeleteYummy tease, Raven :-)
ReplyDeleteOoh. Now I have a picture of him in my mind. Fab snippet.
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