White Collared, Part One: Mercy
Benediction #1
By
Shelly Bell
Publisher: Avon Red Impulse
Out June 3, 2014
Synopsis
The first sexy installment in Shelly Bell's four-part serialized erotic thriller about a young law student who must go undercover at a sex club to prove her client is not guilty of murder.
Driven by ambition …
Third-year law student Kate Martin outran her tragic past to become an intern for her idol and secret crush, the powerful attorney Nicholas Trenton. She is thrilled when Nick assigns her to represent his best friend and client, millionaire Jaxon Deveroux … the prime suspect in his submissive wife Alyssa's murder.
Seduced by desire …
Kate knows they have only a few days to find the real killer, and since signs point to a member of the BDSM community, she volunteers to go undercover as Jaxon's submissive at Benediction—the private sex club where he is a member—to covertly investigate Alyssa's last few months. For years, Kate has kept her dark fantasies a secret … but a chance to explore them with sexy, dominant Jaxon is just too tempting to pass up.
Buy Now
Also Available
Amazon US / UK / AU
B&N / Kobo / iBooks
Google Play
Amazon US / UK / AU
B&N / Kobo / iBooks
Google Play
Amazon US / UK / AU
B&N / Kobo / iBooks
Google Play
Book Trailer
Excerpt
He moved behind her. His hand brushed the side of her neck, his fingers playing with one of her blond curls. “You have beautiful hair.”
Her lids fluttered shut. “Th-Thank you.”
“Have you ever been tied up? Bound during sex?”
“No,” she whispered. She couldn’t speak any louder.
His cheek’s stubble rubbed against her neck. “Never had a lover pull your hair or bite you or spank you with the back of his hand?”
Her pussy quivered, liquid desire dampening her panties. Was it possible to climax simply from listening to his voice?
“Do you fantasize about it? Tell me the truth. I’m not going to judge you. You’re always safe with me.”
Safe? She was two seconds away from forgetting she had a boyfriend. To regain control, she broke from her submissive position and turned. “Who hasn’t fantasized about it?”
He frowned. “When we are in a scene, you will refer to me as ‘Jax.’ Understood?”
The disappointment on his face sent a sharp pang in her chest. “Yes, Jax.”
He moved closer. Close enough to feel the erection hidden by his jeans. “What is Kate short for? Katherine? Kathleen?”
“Katerina,” she answered without thinking. No one in Detroit knew her as anything other than Kate since she’d legally changed it at eighteen. How had he made her forget to lie?
“Like you, beautiful and unique. When I use it, you’ll know we’re in a scene.” She nodded, unable to speak. He cradled her head in his hands. “Now tell me the truth. Do you fantasize about a man taking control over you sexually?”
She couldn’t look away from his brown eyes. Couldn’t resist answering. “Yes.”
He arched a brow. “Yes, who?”
“Yes, Jax.”
“Have you ever used nipple clamps?”
They tingled at the suggestion. “No, Jax.”
“A vibrator?”
The lawyer in her wanted to challenge the relevance of these questions, but like she was under his spell, she felt compelled to answer. “Yes, Jax.”
“What kind?”
Kind? Was he kidding? “I don’t understand.”
“You are an innocent, aren’t you? Clitoral, vaginal, anal, dual?”
Dual? Her pussy throbbed. She’d rub her thighs together if it wouldn’t clue him in as to how much his questions aroused her. It had been a long time since she’d been an innocent, but these questions made her feel like one. “Um . . . It’s just your average purple vibrator.” She added teasingly, “It’s shaped like a Popsicle . . . Jax.”
“I like grape Popsicles.” He licked his lips. Was he imagining its taste? Or hers? “Have you ever been handcuffed?”
A memory sparked and her chest tightened. The phantom sensation of steel pinched her wrists. She tried breathing through her nose like Nick had suggested at the police station. “Not for sexual purposes.”
“Why then?”
She tried to pull away, but his hands held her firm in his grasp. “I don’t . . . I don’t talk about that.”
Soothing her, he drifted the back of his hand over her cheek. “It’s all right. You don’t have to tell me . . . yet.”
Meet the Author
A sucker for a happy ending, Shelly Bell writes sensual romance often with a bit of kink and action-filled erotic thrillers with high-emotional stakes for her alpha heroes and kick-ass heroines.
She began writing upon the insistence of her husband who dragged her to the store and bought her a laptop. When she’s not working her day job, taking care of her family, or writing, you’ll find her reading the latest smutty romance.
Connect
No comments:
Post a Comment