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About the author:
Roxxy Meyer likes to be a whispered rumor, and you can never pin the woman down. (Although it’s said a lover or two has chained her to bedposts…) A natural wanderer, Roxxy has held many jobs, from failed waitress to temporary dominatrix. She likes to write at night when the house is quiet and she can let the crazy out. To view all her titles, visit: http://wildlawlesswriters.blogspot.com/ or http://wildlawlesswriters.blogspot.ca/p/roxxys-titles.html
What inspired you to write your book?
We all enjoy writing about BDSM and exploring this sub-culture. Together, we came up with the idea of a BDSM franchise with clubs and resorts, and we would chronicle the lives of different people who visited Surrender Inc.
Here is a short sample from the book:
Excerpt from Surrender To Her Master:
“You possess good control, Mistress.” His voice dropped to a deep baritone that made my stomach and sex clench tight. “That’ll come in handy when we’re in the dungeon tonight.”
He kissed and slowly licked a trail from my fingers up my wrist, and up my arm. Goosebumps raised from the gentle caress of his soft, full lips and hot tongue. I let out a tiny whimper, and he gave a throaty chuckle as he pulled me into his lap.
His tongue slid over my parted lips and I momentarily forgot to breathe. Thick, strong fingers combed my hair and pulled free my ponytail, so my mass of hair tumbled around my face. He clutched at my tresses and gave me another molten appraisal before his lips crushed against mine. I wanted to moan into his kiss, but I held back, kept control, and settled for a gentle sigh as his tongue teased mine into submission.
Big hands roamed all over my back, squeezing and kneading my skin until it burned hot from his hungry touch. His tongue grazed my teeth, his teeth grazed my bottom lip, and I closed my eyes as sensation took over. Soon those big hands stroked a sensuous path to my front, then long fingers eased up the hem of my skirt. I felt a flush of embarrassment when they slid under the hem of my bargain bin cotton panties.
“We’ll get you real lingerie first,” he whispered against my lips. “Lace and silk will look positively lovely on you.”
I had no reply but another whimper, as his fingers parted my damp folds and he thoroughly explored, thoroughly stroked, every tender part. I was soon a writhing mass, and I could feel his hardness digging into my butt through his pants.