Joan Tull, Heroine In Releasing Rage
Some early reviewers have commented on the name of the heroine in Releasing Rage. Joan Tull isn’t the sexiest or most modern of names for our cybernetic engineer.
Joan grew up on an agri lot, a futuristic farm. She will always, in her heart, be an agri lot girl. It’s in her blood, part of her soul, and one of the reasons she connects with the animalistic Rage.
Joan’s initials and her last name is a nod to Jethro Tull. Not the rock band. They’re named after the originally famous Jethro Tull.
Jethro Tull was an early agricultural engineer (aka an invention making farmer). He designed a horse-drawn seed drill in 1701 that economically sowed the seeds in neat rows. He also developed a horse-drawn hoe. Much of what we take for granted in modern farming was invented by Jethro Tull.
(Note: I’m certain Jethro Tull had some issues as a person. He was a product of his times. But when it comes to agricultural advancements, he is worth giving a nod to.)
I proposed different first names for Joan. None of them fitted her steady, solid, unshakable personality. She isn’t a glamorous Gemma or a hip Jessica. She insisted she was a Joan, would only answer to that name, and eventually, I gave up trying to convince her otherwise. Joan suits her.
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Half Man. Half Machine. All Hers.
Rage, the Humanoid Alliance’s most primitive cyborg, has two goals—kill all of the humans on his battle station and escape to the Homeland. The warrior has seen the darkness in others and in himself. He believes that’s all he’s been programmed to experience.
Until he meets Joan.
Joan, the battle station’s first female engineer, has one goal—survive long enough to help the big sexy cyborg plotting to kill her. Rage might not trust her but he wants her. She sees the passion in his eyes, the caring in his battle-worn hands, the gruff emotion in his voice.
When Joan survives the unthinkable, Rage’s priorities are tested. Is there enough room in this cyborg’s heart for both love and revenge?
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One Night With My Billionaire Master and Real Life Business Rivalries
In One Night With My Billionaire Master, Arianna St. James, the heroine, works for St. James Communications, her family’s company. This is a television service (a combination of cable and broadcast) company.
In Canada, there are two very large family-controlled television service companies – Rogers Communications controlled by the Rogers family (valued at 7.4 billion dollars) and Shaw Communications controlled by the Shaw family (valued at 2 billion dollars). I know friends who work closely with the family members and executives at each company.
Eric Hixon & his wife, Melinda Rogers, Oscar de la Renta, Loretta Rogers, Suzanne & her husband, Edward Rogers
Loretta is the mother of Melinda and Edward.
Edward is the Chair of the family trust. Melinda is Co-Chair.
These two families have fiercely fought over turf and customers for generations. There’s respect for the other family but, in the past, there have also been some bitter feuds. One family would walk into an event. The other family would leave.
(If this reminds you of Dallas – Shaw’s Executive Chairman is aptly named JR Shaw)
None of these external feuds, however, rival the struggle for control within the companies. Children constantly maneuver for positions, wishing to gain approval of the reigning family members, seeking to be named the next in command. Any advantage they can show over their competition, which is often a sibling or an uncle, they do. Some of this is good-natured rivalry. Some of this is not.
Arianna’s half-siblings, in One Night With My Billionaire Master, are even more aggressive. They’re desperate and resort to some slimy tactics to eliminate her as possible competition. This is bad behavior taken to the extreme and oh-so-delicious to read about!
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One night. No one must know.
This is the text I sent Logan Ross this morning. The billionaire financier is my father’s number one nemesis and has been pursuing me for months. He wants to own me, completely, promising exquisite pleasure balanced by equally intense pain, vowing to dominate me, to show me wicked things a virgin like myself shouldn’t be interested in.
But I am extremely interested, and I’ll risk everything—my job, my family, my future—to experience one night of total submission with this powerful Dom.
Will one night be enough for both of us?
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Releasing Rage – Chapter One, Part One
While we’re waiting for Releasing Rage to release (August 19th!), I thought I’d share the first chapter.
Here is the first part of chapter one.
She’d been paired. Finally.
Joan Tull hurried through the Nebula battle station hallways, straightening her gray flight suit as she ran. She was the last of her solar cycle’s transfers to have been matched with a cyborg.
That was because she was female and Commander Lewis was a female-hating rectal wipe. Humanoid Alliance regulations stated he had to accept her onto his station. There was nothing that said he had to pair her.
But now he had and she skipped with excitement. She’d fulfill her destiny, helping the cyborgs who once saved her life. Not the same cyborg, though wouldn’t it be a wonderful coincidence if that happened? No, she’d more likely be responsible for the maintenance of one of his brethren. It would be—
“Joan.” Fingers curled around her left wrist and she was pulled into the shadows. Her friend Denny Olsen gazed down at her, concern on his freckled face.
Joan wasn’t alarmed. Her former academy mate worried about everything.
“I’m being assigned to a cyborg.” She grinned at him.
“Tell the Commander that you withdraw your application before he formally offers you the position,” he urged. “It isn’t safe.”
“Life isn’t safe.” Having spent most of her life alone and unprotected, she knew that better than anyone else. “This is what I’ve been training for, Denny, since I was eleven solar cycles.” Since the agri lot her family unit worked was attacked and a cyborg stepped between her and certain death.
“You won’t see another solar cycle if you don’t withdraw.” Denny squeezed her wrist and pain shot up her arm.
“Let me go.” She wrenched her body away from him. Although he was male, she was stronger and smarter and had graduated near the top of her class.
“I can’t protect you, Joan.”
“I don’t need protecting.” She could protect herself. “I can do this.”
“You can’t do this alone.” Denny raked his fingers through his short red hair. “Commander Lewis won’t allow us to give you any support. He believes females don’t belong on a battle station, especially not in cybernetic engineering.”
She lifted her chin. “I’ll prove Commander Lewis wrong.”
“He won’t allow that.” Denny’s lips flattened. “He’ll ensure you fail. You’re intelligent…for a female. You should realize that.”
Joan knew Commander Lewis wouldn’t make it easy but nothing ever had been for her. She was willing to work hard for everything she received.
“Careful, Denny. You’re starting to sound like those female-haters you work with.” And that shocked her. He was her friend. She thought he was different.
“There’s a reason they act like that.”
“There’s no logical reason.” She wouldn’t back down, knowing in her heart she was meant to assist cyborgs. “I’m taking this position.”
He glared at her. She held his gaze.
Denny shook his head. “You won’t listen to me.”
“I won’t.” This was her destiny.
“Then go. Take it.” He dismissed her. “Get yourself killed.” Pivoting on his booted heels, he stalked in the opposite direction down the hallway. “Don’t say that I didn’t warn you.”
She watched his retreating back. Denny was genuinely concerned for her, but he had also spent the last solar cycle reporting to Commander Lewis, surrounded by that rectal wipe’s female-hating protégés. He’d clearly been indoctrinated into that fool’s school of thought.
Joan knew she was qualified. She could do this. Walking to the transfer chamber, the spring in her step was gone.
She placed her palm on the sensor. The door slid open.
Commander Lewis stood with his back facing her, his hands clenched behind him. Monitoring devices edged the walls. A concealing cloth covered a long horizontal support. There was no one else occupying the space.
Which was strange. She tilted her head, perplexed. At transfers, the former engineer was always present, passing his duties to his successor, relaying the insights he’d gathered over the solar cycles.
Unless there was no former engineer. Her hands quivered. Was she to be paired with a brand new cyborg? More experienced engineers had been waiting their entire lifespans for such an opportunity.
That must have been the reason Denny urged her to decline. He knew the others would be jealous, take out their disappointment on her.
“You’ve kept me waiting, Cadet Tull.” Commander Lewis didn’t turn around, didn’t look at her.
“Commander Lewis, sir.” Joan saluted him. “I was assigned to the waste processing chambers.” Shit patrol, as transfers called it, was the worst placement an engineer could be given, and, until her arrival, it had been unheard of for a highly trained cybernetic engineer to monitor the processing vats. “Those chambers are at the far end of the station.”
“This is my station. I’m aware of where the waste processing chambers are, Cadet.” The Commander’s voice cracked like a laser whip over her. “You’ve been reassigned to C899321.”
Joan sucked in her breath. She’d heard there was a C model cyborg on board. That was why she’d requested this station. But she never dreamed she’d be his engineer. “Thank you, sir.”
Commander Lewis turned, studied her for a moment, his pale countenance creased with wrinkles. “Are you being insubordinate, Cadet?”
“No, sir.” She straightened. “I haven’t seen a C model in ten solar cycles.” Since she was saved by one during the attack on the agri lot.
“C899321 is one of the last of its kind, its primitive design ideal for fighting the Mantidae.” Commander Lewis spoke of the cyborg as though it was a machine, ignoring its human side, and that irritated Joan. She’d seen how human they could be. “C899321 is more valuable than you are, Cadet.”
“I understand, sir.” Joan understood that she was now responsible for the maintenance and well being of that valuable cyborg.
“You have no family unit. Is that correct?”
“Yes, sir.” Her mother and father, plus two siblings, had been killed in the agri lot attack. She’d been a ward of the Humanoid Alliance since that fateful day.
“Good.” The Commander nods. “Indicate acceptance here.” He held out a personal viewscreen. “It states that if C899321 kills, hurts or violates you, my battle station will not be held responsible.”
That was the standard release and, in Joan’s opinion, unnecessary. Cyborgs followed orders, and rarely became aggressive toward their humanoid masters.
But this was war and no one’s safety was guaranteed. She pressed her palm against the screen. “Will I have an opportunity to speak with my predecessor, sir?”
“You have that opportunity now.” He waved one of his hands over the horizontal support.
There was no movement under the concealing cloth, no tug and pull of breath. Dread twisted Joan’s stomach as she drew the white fabric back.
The scent of blood hit her before her eyes registered what she was seeing. Laid out on the surface were two severed feet, one arm minus its hand, an eyeball with a brown iris staring up at her, pieces of gray matter she suspected was brain.
She’d seen animals killed by predators on the agri lot. She’d lived through an attack, saw her parents slaughtered before her. She’d never seen this level of carnage.
“Who was responsible for this?” She was too shaken to add the expected sir.
“C899321.” A slow smile spread across the Commander’s face. That scared her more than the engineer’s remains. “Your predecessor managed to ping for help but, by the time the guards arrived, it was too late.”
It would be. Cyborgs were inhumanly fast.
“You claim you’re capable of working with cyborgs, a task suited for males, Cadet.” The Commander sounded smug. “You now have the opportunity to prove yourself right.”
Joan gazed up at him and saw the truth in his eyes. He believed she’d fail, that she wouldn’t survive her pairing with C899321.
He was sending her into the cyborg’s chambers to die. This was what Denny was warning her about. The position was a suicide mission, not a career opportunity.
The alternative—turning down the pairing—would also end in her death. Commander Lewis would send her to the front lines. She’d be given no weapon, no armor, because they expected her to be slaughtered and sucked dry by the Mantidae before her feet touched the planet. The insect-like aliens were that fast.
She’d take her chances with C899321. “I will be successful, sir.”
Commander Lewis gave her a curt nod. “C899321 is positioned in its chambers . You have been granted access. Clean and repair the unit, preparing it for deployment.”
An engineer had been killed and they weren’t skipping a deployment.
Why? Joan could think of only one reason. The war must not be progressing as well as the Humanoid Alliance propaganda indicated. “Yes, sir.”
“You are dismissed, Cadet.”
“Thank you, sir.” Joan saluted, then marched into the hallway, turning toward the chambers, her mind spinning. Her predecessor’s death made no sense. Cyborgs didn’t kill their engineers. They followed orders.
Though C345925 hadn’t followed orders when he saved her. His mission had been to battle the Mantidae, not protect scared eleven-solar cycle-old girls.
The massive male had delivered her to safety, holding her with one hand, clasping a gun in the other. He had shot the enemy as he moved, turning his body to take the brunt of the return fire, absorbing projectiles that would have shredded her small form.
He’d risked everything for her. She would risk everything for this cyborg. She’d fix C899321’s malfunction so he wouldn’t kill another human. The Humanoid Alliance would have no additional reason to take action against him.
She pressed her hands against the exterior wall panel of his chambers. The thick metal door slid open. She stepped into the firewall square. The door behind her closed and she authorized the interior door to open.
A buzz swept over her. No, not simply over her. Into her. She gasped, her inhalation of air drawing more of this unknown presence inside her.
It was too much, almost suffocating. Joan swayed, lightheaded. “Do not faint. Do not faint,” she repeated to herself, closing her eyes.
The rolling under her feet gradually stopped. She opened her eyes and wished she hadn’t. Crimson spray covered everywhere she looked. Gore was splattered into the farthest corners, hanging from the ceiling. Cleaner bots scrubbed the walls and floor.
This was why she felt dizzy, she reasoned. She smelled and sensed this butchery.
C899321, the being she had been told was responsible, stood in his uploading dock, a cable inserted into his nape, his towering form naked, covered with blood, his long black hair dripping with it.
He turned his head, locked his gaze with hers and she sucked in her breath. There were worlds of agony, of rage, in those bright blue eyes. This was no rational, logic-driven cyborg. This was a man, an animal, crazed by bloodlust and pain.
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Half Man. Half Machine. All Hers.
Rage, the Humanoid Alliance’s most primitive cyborg, has two goals—kill all of the humans on his battle station and escape to the Homeland. The warrior has seen the darkness in others and in himself. He believes that’s all he’s been programmed to experience.
Until he meets Joan.
Joan, the battle station’s first female engineer, has one goal—survive long enough to help the big sexy cyborg plotting to kill her. Rage might not trust her but he wants her. She sees the passion in his eyes, the caring in his battle-worn hands, the gruff emotion in his voice.
When Joan survives the unthinkable, Rage’s priorities are tested. Is there enough room in this cyborg’s heart for both love and revenge?
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Interview With Laurell Emily Grey
I sat down (virtually) with Laurell Emily Grey for a short interview. Today is the release day for Laurell Emily Grey’s The Nymph’s Oath, an erotic fairy tale and her debut as a published writer. Woot! Congrats, Laurell!
Cynthia Sax: Where did you get the idea for The Nymph’s Oath?
Laurell Emily Grey: This is the first story I have ever written and so I found my ideas from the story in various places. As a reader, I adore menages where the female is the center of attention, there’s just something about the spark of having two (or more) men share you. This is where I found my first idea for the story. Another idea involves my love for the Greeks. As a child, I was always hyped up to read and learn about the Greek gods and goddesses of old. They always fascinated me.
As a married woman with a very territorial hubby, boundaries are set (he does not share well with others. And I of course, am the same vise versa.)
But, what if it wasn’t that way? What if my hubby shared me with another man? And we were all destined to be together…What if we could live in a world surrounded by the paranormal..
What if my idea for my readers were not just to write a hot erotic read but…my intentions were to open the minds of the readers?
And boom, with those little ideas, I created an alternative universe where it was possible to live out my fantasies (as well as other readers) within my writing.
Cynthia Sax: How does The Nymph’s Oath begin?
Laurell Emily Grey: Oh the first scene, the Prologue!! This scene is actually crucial for the readers out there. The story starts back hundreds of years ago, and it all starts with a nymph.
I started the story here because the events that take place in this scene, will actually change the world for all nymph kind forever. This is where the Oath is created.
Cynthia Sax: Where is The Nymph’s Oath set?
Laurell Emily Grey: The story is set on the paranormal island of Mana. This is where most of the paranormal creatures reside (not all.) And one reason why this location is so sexy is because when the Nymph’s Oath begins, there is a huge celebration. Long story short, Zeus really likes to watch nymphs get their freak on in public, huge love fest. (Zeus is such a pervert.)
Cynthia Sax: Is The Nymph’s Oath part of a series and will you be writing more stories in this series?
Laurell Emily Grey: Yes!! This is this first book of The Nymph’s Oath series. I plan on having 4 books total in the series, unless my fans beg me for more haha. And if the fans want more, I will give it to them.
Thank you, Laurell Emily Grey, for joining us today!
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The Nymph’s Oath, curse or blessing?
A yearly ritual where all nymph kind will go into heat, sending their sexual hormones into overdrive, but there’s a catch. If the females are not mated by the time they reach the age of thirty, they die tragically.
For years, Rose has been dreaming the same intimate dream with two men, only to wake up alone. Time is running out for her as the Oath quickly approaches, a death sentence reigning above her head.
Two men on a mission. Trent and Kraven are so close to finding their mate they can almost taste her. But will they be able to claim the woman that they were destined to be mated with?
Or will it all be in vain…
A lost cause.
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Why Cyborgs Don’t Age – Nanocybotics
I was watching the movie Big Hero 6 and I was amazed at how similar Hiro’s microbots and the nanocybotics that my cyborgs use are. This isn’t plagiarism but it isn’t coincidence either. Why? Because this technology is very close to being real (if it isn’t already real and I simply haven’t heard about it yet). I’ve seen demonstrations at places like the Consumer Electronics Show of technology that could be the forerunners of nanocybotics.
What Are Nanocybotics?
In non-scientific terms, they’re tiny robots that help cyborgs heal. Nanocybotics are the robotic version of stem cells and are coded to return every cell or mechanism to its ‘normal’ state (according to the cyborg’s DNA). They also help cyborgs, during their development stages, grow their mechanics in concert with their organic parts.
The human body already has the potential to heal itself. A cut on our finger heals, often with no assistance. Nanocybotics boost a cyborg’s ability to heal. They can survive greater injuries and recover in less time. This, combined with their almost indestructible metal frame, makes cyborgs very difficult to kill.
How Cyborgs Grow
But how do cyborgs heal or ‘grow’ their mechanics (their processors, metal frames, other parts)? I view the nanocybotics as becoming almost like tiny 3D printers. Using the inputs cyborgs are administered (though feeding tubes), the nanocybotics reconstruct their mechanics. While the cyborg is growing, the nanocybotics can also break the mechanics down and rebuild them in larger sizes.
Why Cyborgs Don’t Grow Old
All aging is, in the simplest sense, is gradual cumulative wear and tear on bodies, on our cells. Cyborgs don’t have this wear and tear. Their bodies are healed completely. This means they don’t age. They can possibly live forever.
Because nanocybotics are linked to a cyborg’s DNA, noting what the cyborg’s ‘normal’ is, they are unique to each unit. If a nanocybotic were transferred from its host unit to the new unit (through saliva or cum), the nanocybotic would repair itself until it aligned with the new cyborg’s DNA.
Why Cyborgs Can Heal Humans
When nanocybotics are transferred to humans, they align with a human’s DNA. They will heal wounds and fade bruises… temporarily. Not having the necessary inputs to function, these nanocybotics will eventually die.
Unless this transfer is done regularly. (grins)
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Half Man. Half Machine. All Hers.
Rage, the Humanoid Alliance’s most primitive cyborg, has two goals—kill all of the humans on his battle station and escape to the Homeland. The warrior has seen the darkness in others and in himself. He believes that’s all he’s been programmed to experience.
Until he meets Joan.
Joan, the battle station’s first female engineer, has one goal—survive long enough to help the big sexy cyborg plotting to kill her. Rage might not trust her but he wants her. She sees the passion in his eyes, the caring in his battle-worn hands, the gruff emotion in his voice.
When Joan survives the unthinkable, Rage’s priorities are tested. Is there enough room in this cyborg’s heart for both love and revenge?
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One Night With My Billionaire Master Releases!
Woot! One Night With My Billionaire Master is now available!
Note: If you purchased Mastered 2, you already have this story.
One night. No one must know.
This is the text I sent Logan Ross this morning. The billionaire financier is my father’s number one nemesis and has been pursuing me for months. He wants to own me, completely, promising exquisite pleasure balanced by equally intense pain, vowing to dominate me, to show me wicked things a virgin like myself shouldn’t be interested in.
But I am extremely interested, and I’ll risk everything—my job, my family, my future—to experience one night of total submission with this powerful Dom.
Will one night be enough for both of us?
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Sinful Rewards 12 – Bee’s Meltdown
One of the questions I receive from readers is ‘Why does Bee completely melt down over the condom breaking?”
This statement is key for our heroine
“Having seen the tabloid talk shows and lived the reality, I know no man wants an oops baby.”
The oops is important. She feels, if she’d been planned, her father might have stayed, her mother wouldn’t have struggled financially and would have been accepted by the residents of their small town.
This is why Bee plans everything, why she planned her possible life with Nicolas, why she planned her career, why she plans even her outfits for the day.
After she meets Hawke, she continues to plan, except her plans include him. That his job can be random and he’s okay with that shows her that random events CAN be okay. The surprise element of her daily missions also trains her to deal with unplanned events (but notice how she likes the routine of receiving them every day).
All of this is preparing her for the big oops moment in Sinful Rewards 12. Yes, she melts down (this IS what she believes to be her worst nightmare coming true) but then she picks herself off the floor (literally) and deals directly with the situation. She wouldn’t have done that in Sinful Rewards 1. She would have ran, avoiding the situation.
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The thrilling conclusion to the Billionaires and Bikers series!
One tiny mistake turns Bee Carter’s worst fears into a terrifying reality. She knows she isn’t alone. The sexy, honorable man she adores stands by her side, willing to sacrifice his freedom to ease her concerns.
But she yearns for more than he is offering. She wants a partner who will love her as fiercely as she loves him, who will say the words and mean them, and someone who will choose her because this is what he desires more than anything else, not merely out of a misguided sense of duty.
Will saying no to the man she loves earn Bee unbearable heartache or will she finally get the forever she craves?
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One Night With My Billionaire Master – Fourth Scene
Here’s the fourth scene from One Night With My Billionaire Master (releasing July 22nd)
Read the third scene here: http://tasteofcyn.com/2015/07/07/one-night-with-my-billionaire-master-third-scene/
Logan’s lips lift into one of his rare smiles. “Dance with me.” This is a command, not a request. He leads me onto the floor. “It’s expected.” He swings me into position, his maneuvering graceful and sure.
It is expected. In the past, he has arrived at events, sought me out for a dance, and then departed immediately after our exchange.
His focus on me means nothing. If I say this statement enough times, I might believe it. I bend my left arm, layering my limb over his. Logan clasps my right hand tightly. Our bodies come together and we move as one.
This isn’t the rigid proper waltz I learned at ballroom dance class. It is rolling and sensuous, like the undulation of muscle under skin. One, two, three. One, two, three. There’s no thinking, no talking, only feeling, reacting. Logan steps forward. I step back. He turns. I follow.
Our hips brush together, my skirt swirling around his black pants. I gaze at his sharp chin, firm lips, feeling delicate, womanly, trusting him to guide me, to keep me safe.
Logan dips me and I fall back, confident he’ll catch me. “You’re exquisite.” His eyes gleam and he draws me upright, twirls me across the floor. If dancing is a sign of companionship, we’re ideally suited. I’ve never had a partner know me like he does, reading my abilities, fulfilling my wishes.
The music fades and he sweeps me toward the edge of the dance floor. Before the song ends, he’s concealed us in the crowd. “Escort me from the room.” He covers my hand with his. “As you’ve been instructed.”
My gaze darts upward. How does he know I’ve been given that order? “I can’t climb into the limousine with you,” I murmur, aware that we’re being watched. “People will gossip.”
“People already gossip.” Logan leans into me. “They see how we dance, speculate that we fuck as passionately.” His crudeness stimulates, rather than shocks me. “They suspect your sweet pussy is filled with my cum, that my love bites decorate the curve of your ass and my scent is on your skin,” he breathes into my hair and I warm, all over. “Everyone here knows you’re mine.”
I stare at him, my thoughts obliterated by his words.
“Looking at me with your fuck-me face won’t stop the gossip.” He chuckles softly and I blush. “No one will see you enter my limousine.” Logan steers me across the crowded ballroom, his stride shortened to match mine, his hold on me steady. “We’ll leave through the gardens.”
“Someone will follow us,” I express my worry, unaccustomed to giving another person control.
“No, someone won’t. I’ve taken precautions.” His certainty eases some of my concerns. “People will speculate, they already are, but no one will know.”
Speculation has been dogging me since birth. Heads turn and people whisper as we pass them. This isn’t a new phenomenon. I’m always being observed.
Except tonight, the murmurs aren’t as loud. The disdainful looks aren’t as direct. I glance up at Logan, knowing he’s the cause. The billionaire investor scares the shit out of everyone, and, by being with him, I’m protected. I’m no longer alone.
Logan opens the balcony door and we step onto the terrace, the structure overlooking the gardens. The cool night breeze sweeps over my flushed cheeks, a thousand ghostly fingers stroking my bare skin, fluttering my knee-length skirt.
I shiver.
“You’re cold.” He shrugs out of his jacket, his shirt stark white against the darkness, and he drapes the garment over my shoulders.
I draw the tuxedo jacket closer to me, savoring his body heat, his cologne, a mixture of spice, musk, and him, clinging to the fabric. “Thank you, Mr. Ross.” Wearing his clothing feels decadently intimate, the act arousing me.
“Thank you, Logan.” His tone is stern. “When we’re alone, you’ll call me by my first name. When we’re in a scene, you’ll address me as sir.”
He knows what he wants and isn’t afraid to demand it. My body hums with appreciation. I can please a man like him. “How will I know when we’re in a scene?” The BDSM websites he directed me to never explained that detail.
“You’ll know.” Logan grazes his fingertips over my cheeks, his touch agonizingly gentle. “It’s like dancing. I’ll lead and you’ll follow.” He traces my lips, I open to him, thirsting to taste him, and he smiles. “Your body already knows what I want.” He pulls his fingers away from my mouth, the loss of his caresses reverberating throughout my body, amplifying my loneliness. “It accepts that you’re mine.”
“I’m yours.” I am breathless with need. “For tonight.”
“Tonight is merely one more step in our relationship.” He opens the tuxedo jacket and brazenly brushes his knuckles over my taut nipples. I shudder, his touch felt through the thin fabric, and his dark eyes sparkle. “We’ll both want more.”
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Note: If you purchased Mastered 2, you already have this story.
One night. No one must know.
This is the text I sent Logan Ross this morning. The billionaire financier is my father’s number one nemesis and has been pursuing me for months. He wants to own me, completely, promising exquisite pleasure balanced by equally intense pain, vowing to dominate me, to show me wicked things a virgin like myself shouldn’t be interested in.
But I am extremely interested, and I’ll risk everything—my job, my family, my future—to experience one night of total submission with this powerful Dom.
Will one night be enough for both of us?
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Sinful Rewards 12 – Wine Glasses
Here’s a snippet from Sinful Rewards 12
“Should I open the wine?” I attempt to distract them.
“S’il vous plait,” Francois purrs, back to being his charming self.
I stare at him blankly. Is that a yes?
“You truly don’t know any French.” Nicolas’s eyes gleam. “Open the wine, Bee.”
“This is America.” I extract wineglasses from the kitchen cabinets. “I shouldn’t need to know any French.”
“You don’t know wine either.” Francois moves beside me. “This glass is correct.” He taps the stem of the glass with a wider opening and large bowl. “These two glasses are not.” He returns them to the cabinet and chooses two different glasses. “The wine I brought you is red.”
My face heats. I had no idea that different wines required different glasses.
This scene is tiny yet so meaningful. Bee has tried her best to fit into the world Nicolas and other wealthy people belong to but there is so much to learn and she misses the small details like which wine glass to use. She realizes that she won’t ever fully fit in. She’ll always be looked at as an outsider by some people.
She doesn’t fit fully into Hawke’s world either but the difference is that Hawke and his team are willing to teach her. They were all outsiders once, not having been born into the military, and they know what being an outsider is like.
Re: Wine glasses and wine
The shape of a wine glass DOES affect taste.
“It all comes down to two things — the area of our mouths that the wine hits first, and the amount of air exposure the wine gets before we drink it.
Because different areas of our mouths are sensitive to varying degrees of sweet, sour, salt, bitter and umami tastes, the wine needs to hit the right part of your mouth first to taste good. That’s where a glass shaped specifically to target the area of the mouth that corresponds with the wine’s flavour profile comes in handy.
Secondly, the shape of the glass dictates the wine’s exposure to air — you may have noticed how red wine glasses are much wider than glasses designed for white wines. That’s because red wines are muskier and more aromatic, and therefore the smell of the wine — enhanced by the swirling of the large, bowl-like glass — plays as much a role in your enjoyment of the wine as the actual taste itself. On the contrary, white wine glasses are designed to be more narrow, which keeps the wine cooler for longer — key for proper flavour in whites.”
As Steven Kolpan, a professor and chair of wine studies at The Culinary Institute of America, notes “The difference can be so striking, in fact, that… I’ve seen people refuse to believe that they were tasting the same wine in different glasses.”
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The thrilling conclusion to the Billionaires and Bikers series!
One tiny mistake turns Bee Carter’s worst fears into a terrifying reality. She knows she isn’t alone. The sexy, honorable man she adores stands by her side, willing to sacrifice his freedom to ease her concerns.
But she yearns for more than he is offering. She wants a partner who will love her as fiercely as she loves him, who will say the words and mean them, and someone who will choose her because this is what he desires more than anything else, not merely out of a misguided sense of duty.
Will saying no to the man she loves earn Bee unbearable heartache or will she finally get the forever she craves?
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One Night With My Billionaire Master – Third Scene
Here’s the third scene from One Night With My Billionaire Master (releasing July 22nd)
Read the second scene here: http://tasteofcyn.com/2015/06/30/one-night-with-my-billionaire-master-second-scene/
My heart races and my senses tingle, my body awakening as though from a long sleep. The man I’ve chosen to be my first, perhaps my last, lover, stands in the ballroom’s doorway. He draws every gaze, his shoulders barely contained in his black form-fitting tuxedo, his stance deliciously dominant, his feet braced apart like he’s preparing for battle. The lights from the crystal chandelier shine a spotlight on his thick mane of black hair.
He suits the venue, a man as darkly elegant as the gothic revival-style mansion he’s entered. I shiver with feminine appreciation. Several lifetimes ago, Logan Ross might have been a warrior, standing on the battlements with his hands clenched behind his back, watching over his domain. The woman he defended would have been safe, protected, cherished. No enemy would have dared to storm his gates.
Tonight, those gates will surround me. I’ll be the woman he defends and he’ll expect my total submission in return for his protection. He hasn’t been shy about his sexual preferences, sending me links to websites, murmuring his plans for us against my cheek. This won’t be a vanilla first taste of sex. He’ll restrain me, spank me, force me to service him.
My pussy moistens, the possibilities exciting me. He’ll tell me what to do, his commands supplanting my inexperience, ensuring we both leave his bedroom, his dungeon, as I privately think of it, satisfied. It will be glorious. I won’t disappoint him and I won’t be required to make any decisions.
“I know he wasn’t on Father’s guest list.” Frederick interrupts my fantasies. “Arianna must have invited him.”
“No one invited him.”
Logan does whatever he desires, fuck guest lists, fuck getting permission. Father refused to grant him security clearance for St. James Communications properties. Logan had his own passcard made. Father wouldn’t allow him to access the database. Logan instructed his team to hack into the system.
The billionaire takes what he wants, and tonight, he wants me, the family-run charity event be damned. My toes curl.
“Father is in a private room, negotiating a deal.” Kayla stares at me. “If Ross leaves now, Father won’t realize you invited him.”
I didn’t invite him. Knowing they won’t listen to me, I remain silent, my gaze drifting to Logan. He searches the crowded space. Beautiful women flip their hair and smile enticingly, trying to attract his attention. He doesn’t notice them, his focus on finding me.
“Once she gives him what he wants, he’ll go away,” Cindra states loudly, her inference that I’ll grant him a fast fuck irritatingly obvious. “We’ll allow her to manage him.”
I doubt anyone can manage Logan. He’s dominant and determined down to his well-clad feet. “I’ll talk to Ross, ask him to leave.” I smooth my moist palms over my evening gown, don a polite society smile, and step forward.
Logan turns his head and his gaze locks on mine. His brown eyes gleam with awareness, appreciation, and a thrilling possessiveness, as though I’m already his, I belong to him.
This is only one night. I repeat this mantra in my mind. Don’t get emotionally involved. I glide toward him, putting distance between my half-siblings and me, not wanting them to overhear our certain-to-be outrageous conversation.
My billionaire isn’t patiently waiting for my arrival. He stalks across the marble floor, his gait fluid and smooth, his gaze fixed on my face.
Bejeweled society matrons and gray-haired business titans step out of his path, their eyes widening with curiosity. Couples stop dancing. The band valiantly continues to play, choosing a waltz as their next piece of music, the haunting notes filling the silence.
Guests expect a scene. They won’t get one. I’ve watched my mom in action. I know how to handle a horny man.
“Mr. Ross.” I hold out my right hand, proud of how steady it is. “I’m glad you could come.” My voice lowers, accentuating the innuendo. “To our little event.”
Logan clasps my fingers, his palm warm and intriguingly calloused. “I knew you’d be here.” His deep rumble rolls through my body, tightening my nipples. “It wasn’t a hard decision.”
Is he hard? I resist the urge to drop my gaze and verify, knowing other people are watching us. “Did you receive the agenda for tonight?” Does he understand that no one is to know about our liaison?
“I did.” He lifts my hand and brushes his lips over my knuckles, his breath wafting across my skin. “I incorporated it into my plans.” Gold flecks glow in his eyes as he straightens. “You have no reason to worry, Arianna.” He doesn’t release my hand. Instead, he places my palm on his forearm, his muscles flexing under his tuxedo jacket. “You can trust me.”
“I know I can trust you.” I study him, this man I’ve chosen to fuck. “That’s why I sent you tonight’s agenda.” Our texts alone, private exchanges with the dreaded enemy, would damn me in my father’s eyes. “You would never hurt me.” I know this in my soul.
“I won’t allow anyone to hurt you,” Logan makes one of his infamous vows, promises he’s been known to bend laws to keep. “You won’t regret your decision.”
We stand in the middle of the ballroom, surrounded by people. I see only him, entranced by the emotion in his brown eyes, his passion, his need, and something more, something I don’t dare believe in.
“Was this my decision?” I muse. “Did I have a choice?” Or was this inevitable, our fate, our destiny?
“No, you didn’t have a choice.”
Read the next scene here: (available July 14th) http://tasteofcyn.com/2015/07/14/one-night-with-my-billionaire-master-fourth-scene/
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Note: If you purchased Mastered 2, you already have this story.
One night. No one must know.
This is the text I sent Logan Ross this morning. The billionaire financier is my father’s number one nemesis and has been pursuing me for months. He wants to own me, completely, promising exquisite pleasure balanced by equally intense pain, vowing to dominate me, to show me wicked things a virgin like myself shouldn’t be interested in.
But I am extremely interested, and I’ll risk everything—my job, my family, my future—to experience one night of total submission with this powerful Dom.
Will one night be enough for both of us?
Pre-Order Links:
Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Night-Billionaire-Master-City-Sizzle-ebook/dp/B00YDGYXBO
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