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Thanks so much
for having me on your blog today. J
What do you do
on an island of sexual abandonment? That is the question Astrid asks herself as
she speeds toward the shoreline. Having been bullied and cajoled into accepting
the all expenses paid trip of a life time—you can’t really turn down a birthday
present like that—Astrid is ill prepared for her encounter with the enigmatic
Prince Rashid.
She never reacts
to complete strangers like that. There must be something in the water, or maybe
this newly emerging submissive side of hers is who she truly is?
I had great fun
in writing this story, and I hope readers will like it too. Previously published
as Awakening, this has been completely revised and is considerably longer than
the original version. I knew there was more to Astrid and Rashid’s story and
this is it. And it’s the start of a new series, called services to sisterhood,
where fantasy fulfilment is the aim.
Sometimes you
don’t know what has been missing from your life until you’re shown who you truly
are…
Blurb:
Services to Sisterhood, 1
Loosen up and awake your
inner Sex Goddess...call it services to sisterhood.
The mere thought of an all-expenses paid trip to a
tropical island of sexual abandonment makes straight-laced school teacher
Astrid break out in a heat rash. What fantasy is she supposed to live out,
exactly? You kinda need to have them to re-enact them, right? However, she
can’t really turn down a birthday present, even if her outrageous best friend
would let her.
Everything changes when she wakes up in her very own
Arabian Fantasy. Prince Rashid expects her complete obedience, and Astrid can’t
help but respond to the demands of the enigmatic Sheikh. Maybe it’s just the
ambiance of this place but Astrid finds new strength in her submission, and the
sex is out of this world.
What happens, however, when reality beckons? Can she
hold onto the fantasy?
Be Warned: BDSM, f/f interaction, anal play,
rimming, spanking
Buy links:
Excerpt:
“Naughty
girls need to be punished.”
Punished? What on
earth did he mean? Before she could question him he spun her around in his
arms. One hand pinched her nipple hard. The pain was more arousing than she
would have thought possible, and his other hand fisted in her hair and yanked
her head up. He pinched her again, harder this time. The desire she saw in his
dark eyes as he assessed her reaction made the pain spiral down towards her
pussy.
“Stop, you’re
hurting me!” Is that breathy denial really my voice? Her heart turned
into a jackhammer as she waited for his next move, and arousal warred with
fear.
He tugged her closer
into his solid wall of muscle. A small smile played on his lips at her sharp
intake of breath when the move brought her clit in direct contact with the
broad tip of his cock. It nudged at her through the thin fabric of both their
clothing.
“You don’t want me to stop.”
The growl in her ear,
combined with another sharp pinch to her other nipple sent her breathing into
erratic overdrive as one large hand cupped her wet folds. Heaven help her, a
stab of pure lust made her knees tremble.
His low chuckle had to be the sexiest sound she’d ever heard. His
stubble grazed her neck as he suckled on her skin and sank his teeth into her
flesh at just the right side of pleasuring pain.
He took her moan into
his mouth, and his tongue dueled with hers, before he nipped at her bottom lip
hard enough for her to taste her own blood. Startled, she tried to pull away
from him. His iron grip wouldn’t let her, however, and his predatory smile held
her captive. “I can smell your pussy, and I’m going to taste you until you
scream for my cock to fill you, deep and hard, right here.”
Astrid gasped at the
sudden rip of her dress, and cool air hit her naked flesh. Rashid thrust one
finger into her juices before inserting that digit right into her anus, pulling
her closer still. The shock of the unexpected invasion made her sink her teeth
into her lips to stop herself from moaning. “No, please, Rashid.”
Another finger thrust
deep, and lifted her up on her tiptoes until her hands had to grab his
shoulders for support.
“That’s no, my
lord.”
At the shake of her head, a third finger stretched
her further, and she couldn’t help the startled sob he caught in his mouth in a
bruising kiss.
“Yield to me,
my bad, bad girl, or your punishment will be worse.”
Oh. My. God. He couldn’t mean that, surely.
But what did she know about this dark stranger? Nothing but her body’s complete
arousal in his presence. Even now, hovering between the pain and pleasure his
relentless fingers up her ass were giving her, she wanted his cock inside her
so badly she could scream. What is wrong with me?
His gaze locked with
hers, his breathing harsh, his pupils so dilated his eyes were almost black. He
pushed deeper into her, the pain bringing tears to her eyes as he almost lifted
her off the floor entirely. “Yield to me, my pretty, now! Trust me.”
Astrid couldn’t
resist. Something in that dark gaze pulled her right into his barely controlled
power. “Yes, my lord.”
The brilliant smile
took her breath away, and she winced as his fingers slowly and carefully withdrew.
“Good girl.
Now shut your eyes.”
“Why?” She
couldn’t help but utter the question, even though her insides churned at the
thought of his displeasure.
Sure enough, he
growled in answer, the sound so low and animalistic that every feminine cell in
her body just melted, until she had to fight the urge to sink to her knees in
front of him. He raised his eyebrows, moved to stand behind her, and then
slapped her ass hard enough to make her gasp. Gooseflesh broke out over her
exposed skin when he tugged her head back on his shoulder and she saw his
sinful grin. Astrid’s breath stalled in her lungs at the first of several more
openhanded swats to her behind. They left her butt on fire. Heat traveled over
her skin and sent her arousal up another notch. Surely being spanked like this
should not turn her on even more, and make her wish he would bend her over his
knee and do the job properly? By the time he’d delivered that last stinging
swat, she gasped her answer.
“Yes, my
lord.”
“That’s
better, my pretty.” She could hear the smile in his voice and feel it in the
butterfly kisses on her shoulder blades as he circled her. The swish of cool
silk over her sensitive tummy made her pull in the muscles there in
anticipation. The silk moved higher, a bare whisper across her engorged
breasts, before it settled over her eyes. His warm hand grasped hers and lifted
her arm high as another slow, tantalizing swish of silk slid up her body before
he tied it around her wrist, and secured her arm high above her head. The
tickle of yet more silk started on the inside of her thigh this time, and
brushed across her clit repeatedly. It caused more of her juices to moisten her
already wet pussy lips, and beads of perspiration broke out on her skin. Astrid
could smell her own arousal in the air, mixed with the unique scent of the man
breathing into her ear. His sharp intake of breath told her he was as affected
as she was. The whispered Arabic words breathed against her flesh sent shivers
of awareness down her spine. Rashid lifted her other arm so high, she had to
once again stand on tiptoes.
“My lord?”
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Author Bio:
Glutton for punishment would be a good description
for Doris... at least that's what she hears on an almost daily basis when
people find out that she has a brood of nine children, ranging from adult to
toddler and lives happily in a far too small house, cluttered with children,
pets, dust bunnies, and one very understanding and supportive husband. Domestic
goddess she is not.
There is always something better to do after all,
like working on the latest manuscript and trying not to scare the locals even
more than usual by talking out loud to the voices in her head. Her characters
tend to be pretty insistent to get their stories told, and you will find Doris
burning the midnight oil on a regular basis. Only time to get any peace and
quiet and besides, sleep is for wimps.
She likes to spin sensual, sassy, and sexy tales
involving alpha heroes to die for, and heroines who give as good as they get.
From contemporary to paranormal, BDSM to F/F, and Ménage, haunting love stories
are guaranteed.
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Thank so much for hosting my Sheikh, Ela :-)
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