Midnight Manuscript Series: Submissive Desire by Sabine Rashund

The Midnight Manuscript Series follows everyday characters who work, live and play in our own backyards but when the lights go out, they find their own, internal desires become too intense to hold back any longer. Which one are you?

Submissive Desire follows the story of April, a young woman who is looking for a strong man to direct her every move. Living vicariously through others is no longer an option and she begins to explore her submissive sexual nature. Will she be fulfilled, or will she be stuck hearing the passionate experiences of her closest friends?

SKU: B00P7YBCM4 Category: Romance Tags: action, alpha male, Submission, suspense

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About the author:

Seeing where my thoughts take me. I have always enjoyed writing, it sets me free.

What inspired you to write your book?

Thinking back on situations I have been in and how I wish following my instincts could have taken things in another direction.

Here is a short sample from the book:

Yes, I knew the argument would have to continue at some point, and I am positive a more calm approach would have been better than this. In fact, I know almost anything would have been better than this way.
He slammed his strong hand on the counter top, shaking the cabinets from him, all the way to me. I turn to face him, feeling my face flush and my heart quicken. When angry so many things about him change, the intensity of his blue eyes, his square jaw is so taught with frustration. His already broad shoulders some how appear more broad, when he walks towards me, placing his hands on the counter on both sides of me, further boxing me in to my already small corner. I grow a bit intimidated, a little fearful even.
“The last thing you said to me was ‘fuck you’, why would I leave you coffee?” He manages to answer slowly through clenched jaw.
I cannot help but feel conflicted, I find myself extremely attracted to him at this exact moment. Him in an overwhelmingly angry state and showing a power play of dominance. Me being the type of woman who wants equality in our relationship and decisions. Sharing house chores just as equally, none being gender selective, I mow the lawn as much as he does the dishes and laundry. I am mentally restricting myself by talking through the reasons why I should not throw myself at him and physically restraining myself by gripping my phone so hard my hands are beginning to go numb, and my arms shaking.
“You fucking want some coff…”. He started to fume, and got no further before I physically stepped into the small space he had left between us and wrapped my arms around him pressing our torsos against one another and brazenly kiss him. This certainly threw him off. I can feel the tightness of his jaw through his response to my kiss, though soon after he starts to take control of the kiss. His lips are slightly larger than mine, his kiss is firm, controlling. One of the things I have always loved about him are his lips.
My train of thought gets interrupted by him pressing me hard into the counter. I cannot remember the last time we had any encounter that was inspired by passion instead of checking a box on the sex to do list.
I start grabbing at his shirt buttons and fumbling with his tie as we move into the living room. He has always been more suave then me, and of course my bra has already been unhooked through my blouse. I feel the now loose lacy bra graze against my already hard nipples. We find the end of the couch and I land underneath him. I feel his already hard erection pressing against me through his suit pants. I finally get him down to his wife beater with very little irritation taking off his tie. He starts to unbutton my blouse and stops just as he breathes on my neck and I take a sharp breath. He grazes my neck with his lips and begins to kiss it. This, this is my spot, if I had only one outside of the obvious erogenous zones that turn a woman on in sex, this is it. I sigh and can feel myself getting more wet.