#SexySnippets Where Caness wonders if she's lost the plot...

#SexySnippets time again

Woo Hoo

Hi all, and welcome to #SexySnippets.

Seven sentences from a book or WIP.

Today I'm taking my #SexySnippets from Dominant Persuasions, the BDSM anthology I'm privileged to be part of.

blurb~

In Monsoon season, in Hong Kong, anything can happen…

Even so, the last thing Caness Clacher expected was to meet a Dom.

The very man who made her want to sink to her knees and say, ‘Yes, Sir’.

Unbeknown to her Patrick Lim had waited a long time to claim Caness as his sub.

Without electricity and with a monsoon raging, it’s time to explore their desires.

Will the elements work in their favor or not…

Only time—and a scene—will tell.~

and your #SexySnippets

~“Lovely isn’t it,and it would suit you, Caness.” The velvet tones with a hint of an accent she couldn’t place curled around her like a warm security blanket. They were so mesmeric her mouth became dry and her clit tightened into a painful throbbing nub. Lord, she hadn’t felt such an instantaneous reaction since her first date with the school lothario, and that had ended once he’d opened his mouth and talked rubbish.

“That and nothing else,” the stranger said with a definite note of authority in his voice. “On your knees, before me.”

Her legs began to dip before she came out of her 

reverie and straightened. What the hell—had she really been going to assume the position of a perfect sub, in public and no doubt in a puddle?~

In case you're interested Dominant Persuasions is out on 29th but you can preorder it on Amazon.

http://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B01BUKCE0C%3F

http://www.amazon.com/dp/B01BUKCE0C%3F

And you can catch all the other #SexySnippets here

Happy reading,

love R x

#MidWeekTease How to cope with a gun pointed at your gonads

Hi everyone and welcome to #MidWeekTease

It's time to find out what's happening at Diomhair...

Even though...

—What happens at Diomhair, stays there—

Secrets Dispelled is book six and the last book in my Diomhair series :( 

At the moment anyway. It's up for preorder on 22nd March from Totally Bound. As I've got so much going on at the moment, lots of books due and several on preorder, it was hard to chose just which to highlight. But Secrets Shared hasn't been shared much, so here we go...

~“It’s not loaded.” Coll made his tone as confident as anyone could with a gun pointed at their gonads. He had no idea if it was or wasn’t, but whoever she was carried it well enough to make him think she was too experienced not to have the bloody thing unloaded.

He hoped.

His mystery lady blinked again. “Shwhat?” She looked down at the gun and shook her head. “Whosh says?”

“You did.” Now he had to hope if she was concussed as he assumed, she had no idea what she had and hadn’t said.

“Oh, bugger.” She swung the gun towards a tree a fair few yards away and pressed the trigger.

Coll ducked as bits of bark and leaves flew in all directions.

She looked at the gun like she’d never seen it before and broke it open. Then she stared at Coll.

“You lied.”

Before he had a chance to reply, his mystery lady slid like an overcooked noodle onto the wet ground.

Coll stared at the woman—no, girl, he amended as he took a proper look at the person slumped in front of him and wondered what he’d done to deserve it. Or what she had either.

Something stunk, and it wasn’t just the wet vegetation. He studied the area they were in carefully, but nothing or no one disturbed the rain. Just him and an unconscious female.

At least it had stopped hailing and sleeting but it was almost dark, murky and bloody miserable. The last thing he could do was leave the girl outside in the damp and wait for her to wake up. She needed warmth and dry as soon as possible.

Was it safe to move her? He shrugged mentally. It was a lot safer than getting pneumonia, and he reckoned it should be okay, especially after she’d been able to stand upright—sort off—and shoot. Anyway he really didn’t have much choice. He made sure she was in sight as he picked up the shotgun, broke it open and checked it was empty. Now what? Coll would be the first person to admit he knew about as much of guns as most people knew about his personal preferences. To whit Shibari, scribing and clamps.

Coll made his mind up in his course of action. He walked to where the quad bike had stopped, aware it was probably hers and found a gun carrying bag. Still with half his mind on the girl, he put the shotgun in it, slung the bag over his shoulders and walked back to lift the still unconscious female into his arms.

Bloody hell. Coll grunted as he shifted her to an easier position for him to walk—she was no lightweight, and sodden outdoor clothing and heavy boots didn’t help.

She muttered something incoherent and he waited to see if she’d say anymore, but there was silence. The sooner he got her indoors, the better.

He began to walk briskly down the drive towards the house, very aware that if she woke up in his arms, she might well carry out her threats and make sure fatherhood was nowhere in his future.

It was almost enough to make him drop her and cover his nuts.~

Catch all the other #MidWeekTease here

Happy reading,

love  R x

#SexySnippets Limits in a monsoon

Hi all. Having just returned from a fantastic holiday in glorious South Africa, I'm shivering as I type this. Even so my #SexySnippets today is from my story In his Hands, from the Dominant Persuasions anthology.

In Monsoon season in Hong Kong, anything can happen…Even so, the last thing Caness Clacher expected was to meet a Dom. The very man who made her want to sink to her knees and say, ‘Yes, Sir’. Unbeknown to her Patrick Lim had waited a long time to claim Caness as his sub. Without electricity and with a monsoon raging, it’s time to explore their desires. Will the elements work in their favor or not… Only time—and a scene—will tell.

Within minutes she was damn sure she’d left a damp patch on the seat. 

God it made her hot and bothered just reading the possible limits. 

Caness bent her head and addressed the first side of the papers and swallowed heavily. 

Good lord, ball gags and shackles—that should send her running for the hills, not running for her lady pads. Even though she didn’t fancy the gag at all and that was a hard limit—she ticked that box most emphatically—it still made the pulse between her legs throb hard. 

The shackles now… mmm. She ticked soft, then scrawled it out and wrote, Yes, as long as I can cry red if I hate it, not certain enough about it to say it was totally okay, but intrigued as to how it would feel to be unable to move whilst Patrick… Patrick did… Did what?

http://www.amazon.com/Dominant-Persuasions-Anthology-mastery-passion-ebook/dp/B01BUKCE0C%3FSubscriptionId%3DAKIAJBDF5XQBATGDX4VQ%26tag%3Dspea06-20%26linkCode%3Dxm2%26camp%3D2025%26creative%3D165953%26creativeASIN%3DB01BUKCE0C

http://www.amazon.co.uk/Dominant-Persuasions-Anthology-mastery-passion-ebook/dp/B01BUKCE0C%3FSubscriptionId%3DAKIAJBDF5XQBATGDX4VQ%26tag%3Dspea06-20%26linkCode%3Dxm2%26camp%3D2025%26creative%3D165953%26creativeASIN%3DB01BUKCE0C

Catch the other #SexySnippets here

Happy reading,

love R x

#MidWeekTease...She must need her head examining

Hi all, it's #MidWeekTease time again.

I'm so excited about this fantastic antho I'm honoured to be included in.

My story, In His Hands, is set in Hong Kong, my favourite city in the world.

In Monsoon season in Hong Kong, anything can happen…Even so, the last thing Caness Clacher expected was to meet a Dom. The very man who made her want to sink to her knees and say, ‘Yes, Sir’. Unbeknown to her Patrick Lim had waited a long time to claim Caness as his sub. Without electricity and with a monsoon raging, it’s time to explore their desires. Will the elements work in their favour or not… Only time—and a scene—will tell.

And your Tease

She should be in a rush. Instead, she stood, ignoring the heavy downpour known as black rain that indicated monsoon weather. There was little enough time to get home before all public transport was suspended for the duration, but Caness still didn’t move. It might be her last day at work before she went freelance, but she’d still had obligations and left late. Now she wished she wasn’t so bloody conscientious, but it was ingrained in her psyche. Or imbibed with her mother’s milk. Finish what you start.

However, a Hong Kong monsoon was not to be messed with.

Her long red hair, so at odds with her vaguely oriental looks, had left its plait once the growing wind caught it, and was now plastered to her skull and hung almost to her waist. God knows what sort of a mess it would be when it dried. Corkscrew ringlets no doubt. Her once pristine and demure work suit was fast becoming tight, and more sexy than suitable for a day of meetings. Nevertheless, Caness Clacher remained steadfast as she stared into the gallery window and at the glorious barbaric, and unique jewelry she saw there. No doubt it cost a king’s ransom.

What? She blinked, and looked closer to make sure she wasn’t hallucinating. No, it was there all right, and it was what she thought at first glance. Silver fetters, of twisted strands, which looked as if it were a collection of barbs. On a closer glance Caness could see the barbs were an illusion, and there were no sharp ends to mark or tear the skin. Wrist cuffs and a thick collar completed the set.

 She salivated and her pussy muscles contracted as she thought how she would feel wearing them. Them and little else. She moaned softly—talk about making her completely wet. Her underwear was now as damp as her outerwear. How come she’d never seen things like that in here before? She walked this alley with its expensive designer shops, art and craft galleries, and boutiques every day.

Usually in a rush.

Nothing before ever caught her eye and made her slow or stop to look more closely.

Just this.

In black rain, and a rapidly approaching deadline of no transport until the monsoon passed. She must need her head examined.

It's up for preorder on Amazon

 here

and you can catch all the other #MidWeekTeases

here

Happy reading,

love R x