The Braille Club by J.A. Kerr

Welcome to the Braille Club, where blindfolds are mandatory and members play sensual games of pleasurable endurance. Three couples take part in this exclusive, secret club for very different reasons…with very different results.

Benedict Harrison was a master of detachment…

Benedict’s first experience with the Braille Club changed his life forever when a mysterious woman reawakened his emotions and his passion. He encounters the darkly erotic Siena Waters again, and they begin a tumultuous affair and a business partnership, but what will happen if the true nature of their relationship is revealed?

Gabriella Ballantyne’s marriage is in trouble…

Her husband Max has grown cold, and Gabriella seeks out the Braille Club and its decadent delights in an effort to reawaken their hearts and strengthen their marriage. But when she presents him with his own membership card, she sees only revulsion in his eyes. Gabriella must use everything she’s learned from the club in a last-ditch effort to reconnect with Max and resurrect their love.

Abbey Marshall needs an escape from her cheating husband…

Abbey begins sensory lessons at the Braille Club, hoping it will help her regain control of Steve and prevent his straying. When the unthinkable happens, she is consumed with the need to learn the identity of Steve’s latest mistress. Left reeling and with her sanity in jeopardy, a chance visit from her husband’s former teammate might be her last chance to find the answers she needs.

At the Braille Club, the elite membership walks in the dark in order to find the light…they need to be blind before they can see. They’re ready—are you?

SKU: B010WC4HWM Categories: Contemporary, Romantic Comedy Tags: erotic romance, romantic thriller

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Hi there! I’m a dreamer, writer and wine drinker and not always in that order. With the publication of my books, I realised my ultimate dream of becoming a writer. This has been a rollercoaster ride with lots of highs and lows but I’m loving every second. My next adventure is into script writing where I hope to transform my book into a drama series. I love to connect. Be sure to drop my FB page or sign up to my mailing list for giveaways, secret chapters and upcoming events.

What inspired you to write your book?

E. L. James went down the indie route before she was signed. Her book whatever you think of it was original. I self-published and then was lucky to be signed by my publisher, Limitless Publishing. I thought my book wasn’t the type of material publishers would respond too. I contacted quite a few agents and they all said the same thing. They liked the story but it didn’t fit with their business. Romance it seems is an acquired taste in the traditional publisher’s world or perhaps that was just my experience. That lead me to self-published and then I was signed by my publisher Limitless Publishing.

Here is a short sample from the book:

“Put your blindfolds on now,” our host commanded.
Self-consciously, I did as instructed. The blindfold was like nothing I’d seen before. More like a hood that fitted over the head, it rested on the bridge of the nose like an eye mask. Soft weighted padding around the eyes made it fit snugly into the sockets and plunged the wearer into absolute darkness.
I pulled mine on and felt panic rise in me as complete disorientation took over. Our eyes are the wireless control that coordinates our mind and body. Without them, the rest of the senses are shocked into action. I heard gasps and murmurs all around me from my fellow guests. I touched my hands to my face, ready to pull the hood off, when Will whispered, “Don’t be alarmed, Benedict. Breathe deeply until you get used to the dark.”
I had always hated the dark and fought to calm my racing heart.
“Quiet,” our host admonished. The room fell silent once more. “Please concentrate on my voice. From now on you will not speak; silence is mandatory. I insist each person waits until they are escorted to their seat. When seated, please put your arms behind you so your hands may be tied.” Again gasps and murmuring from our fellow guests.
“Silence,” roared our host. “I assure you, ladies and gentlemen, this is an intrinsic part of the game as you will come to understand and a precaution to prevent you from removing your blindfolds. Anyone unhappy with this development, please raise your hand, and you will be escorted from the room, but please do not remove your blindfold until after you have left.” I listened intently but sensed no movement. “You will be guided to your seats now.”
I jumped as firm hands guided me to my seat and wondered why I hadn’t heard this person approaching. My heart raced as my senses strained. My body was rigid and I jerked as I felt a soft fabric wrap around my wrists. As I moved my hands, I heard bells ringing and realised they were attached to the soft bindings.
“Now,” said our host. “Let the fun begin. Ladies and gentlemen, this is a game of endurance, but you will experience no pain. Each person will have a unique encounter. The winner is the only person not to make their bell ring. If you move your hands or body, the bell will ring, and your game will be over. When your bell rings, please remain seated. Someone will guide you from the room. Please nod your head if you understand and are ready to play.” Against my better judgment I nodded my head. “Ladies and gentlemen, you will shortly receive a tap on your shoulder, this indicates start of play. Enjoy!”
Again, I jumped when I felt a soft touch on my shoulder. All my senses heightened but I was disoriented as I fought to compensate for my loss of sight. Music flooded the room; its slow sensual rhythms new to me. A powerful smell of citrus and vanilla hung in the air. My tense shoulders started to relax and I let the music soothe me as the delicious scent thrummed through my senses, making my pulse quicken.
The contact of a fingertip on my mouth made me flinch. It traced its way across my lips in slow, sensual strokes. The fingertip moved back and forth, slippery with balm, its scent and taste delicious. The slow rhythmic movements became intense and wonderfully erotic. A warm breath on my neck was teasingly close but never quite touching. My nostrils flooded with a stronger, headier perfume, expensive and sensual. My mind adrift, I was no longer able to concentrate on anything but the touch. I was aware of a presence, heat and movement. My lips began to tingle as my body gradually responded and registered desire.
I gasped as the fingertip changed to a pair of lips that barely grazed my neck. The whisper of a tongue on my skin had me inwardly groaning. The chair I was sitting on began to gently vibrate, pulsing below my coccyx. Sensation rocketed through my body, and something began to stir deep inside of me. Something that had been previously locked was released, like a key had been found. The vibrations seemed to match the increasingly sensuous touch on my lips and neck. Achingly slow waves of longing started to ripple through me, and I fought to keep calm. Beads of sweat formed on my forehead. The music seemed to be all around me, perhaps heightened by the blindfold; I wasn’t sure.
The fingertips and lips skilfully traced up and down my neck. They moved along my jaw and lips, grazing my throat, my ears, and my mouth over and over again. The sensations built, sending my body into overdrive. The vibrations in the chair intensified, pushing my restraint to the limits. When the lips started to suck a little harder on my skin, I almost lost control.
I parted my lips and a soft moan escaped. I moved my head, trying to anticipate the next caress. I was aroused and lost in the sensations coursing through my body. The pulses more potent now, had everything tightening and tingling. I longed to free my hands, to touch, to control, and was frustrated I could not do so.
I had no sense of time as fingers ran over my face, before resting at the nape of my neck. A fist tugged my head back, and then at last, a kiss. Hot moist lips on mine, electrifying my sensitised mouth beyond endurance. Connected, I kissed back hungrily, trapped in a vacuum, where only the kiss existed. It was powerful, intense, and all consuming.
I didn’t realise my bell had rung, only that the lips had stopped. Unsure if the person was behind or in front of me, male or female, it was impossible to tell. I only knew I wanted more. The kiss consumed me as I sat panting, the room warm now, making me sweat. I tried to contain my anger. I wanted more, much, much more.
I had no idea how long I had been sitting, or who if anyone still remained in the room with me. Gentle hands guided me to my feet. I swayed and stumbled, but strong hands held me upright and untied my hands. I moved, feeling the air change as I entered a cooler room. A voice told me to remove my blindfold but to keep my eyes closed for a short time. My eyes needed time to adjust to the light, and to open them slowly. Blinking, I sat alone in a dimly lit room.
“Would you like a drink, sir?” asked the waiter.
Shaken, I asked for whisky. As I sipped, appreciating the quality of the malt, I assumed others would join me. I got another drink as I continued to wait, my body and mind alive. As time passed and I remained alone, I realised with a start, the other guests had played the game before. Furious, I got steadily drunk before eventually falling asleep on the sofa. I never found out if anyone joined me.