Whatever your personal opinion of "Fifty Shades of
Grey" E L James has most definitely opened the eyes of the ordinary reader
to the possibilities of erotic romance and other boundary-pushing genres of
novels.
I haven’t written BDSM. Oh sure, sometimes my characters do
a little spanking and maybe some tying up of each other, but not real BDSM, not
lifestyle BDSM.
I do, however, have one short novel that absolutely pushes
the boundaries.
If you have a small person reading over your shoulder, now
is the time to log off and come back when they're safely in bed. This next
section is NSFW either.
“Fist Me” Blurb:
Taryn asks Maeve to fist her. When Maeve gets over her shock at
Taryn’s request, she tries to talk her out of it. Fisting is extreme, and
Taryn’s not a lesbian. But Taryn is determined. She’s just broken up from Mr.
Perfect, who was definitely not right for her, and this is something she wants
to do just for herself. Maeve is the only person she trusts to share the
experience with her. And she’ll worry about the fall-out from her broken
romance later.
EXCERPT ADULT
“Fist me.”
“What the fuck?” Maeve sputtered her beer over the table as
she almost choked at Taryn’s words. She had to have misheard. Sweet, innocent,
butter-wouldn’t-melt-in-her-mouth Taryn couldn’t possible have said, “Fist me”.
“Fist me. I want you to come home with me tonight and fist
me.”
Yes, she did say it. Jeez. “Um, well, um…”
Taryn stood up, dropped some money on the table and held out
her hand to Maeve. “Come on. Let’s do it now.”
Her head spinning, Maeve climbed to her feet, snagged her
purse off the back of her chair, and took Taryn’s hand.
It wasn’t that she didn’t want to fist Taryn. Hell, she’d
like nothing better. But it was more, what had happened to the slow build up?
The gentle hand touches, the sweet kisses, the pressing of hard nipples into
soft, rounded breasts. The romance.
By the time they’d reached the parking lot, Maeve’s brain
had started to function. “Um, listen, Taryn. I think we should talk first,
before, you know…”
“What’s to talk about? You’re a lesbian. You like me. I want
to try out fisting.”
Maeve took a deep breath and told her raging libido to shut
up for a few minutes. “Fisting is extreme. It gives the most intense pleasure
to both the parties involved. But a hand is a lot wider than a cock you know.
It, um, stretches you. Not just physically, mentally as well.”
Taryn pulled Maeve into her car. “That’s what I want. I want
that extreme sensation. The drive, the intensity.
Buy Link: http://www.torquerebooks.com/index.php?main_page=product_info&cPath=79_93&products_id=3621
This book was previously published in the “Lusty Wenches”
anthology.
Berengaria Brown
2 comments:
Your excerpt, awesome!
Thank you, Brenda!
Berengaria
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