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About the author:
Anna is a lover of all things dark and passionate. Living in the Southeastern United States, she enjoys antiquing, DIY thrift store finds, sedate hiking along trails, and spending time with her family and menagerie of pets. Being the only girl in a household full of men makes it hard to always be a lady, but she gives it a good old college try.
What inspired you to write your book?
I wanted to explore how two people can fall in love while exploring their dominant and submissive sides.
Here is a short sample from the book:
“Hold out your wrists.”
Devon’s voice slid over me like warm, thick honey. Sitting on the edge of the hotel bed, I felt my stomach tighten as I imagined what would happen once I obeyed him. An intoxicating paradox of fear and lust overwhelmed me. Bound, I would be at his mercy. He could strip me, fuck me, hurt me, love me, exalt me, or break me.
All at once or not at all.
My lips parted, alerting him to the reason why my breathing quickened and my limbs trembled.
The ruby scarf trailed to the floor when he dropped his arm.
I was afraid I had disappointed Devon, made him think I wasn’t serious about being here. Before words of apology could trip their way out of my closed throat, Devon crouched before me. He smiled, brushing back my hair with his free hand.
“I know you’re scared, Sarah. It’s okay.”
My lips curved into a stiff smile. I wonder if it looked as awkward as I felt. “Are you mad at me?”
“No, of course not.”
He trailed the tip of one finger across my chin and down my throat. Goosebumps exploded. Heat gathered and concentrated on the path where he had touched me. I needed to know what else Devon was capable of making me feel even though it scared me grim.
“I almost didn’t think you’d come.”
“Really?” My voice was high like that of a schoolgirl. Clad in my black skirt, sensible white dress shirt, and black ballet flats, the description seemed apt. The white lace bra and panties underneath definitely completed the symbolism. In his presence I felt innocent, virginal to all the ways a beautiful, dominant man like him could taint a closet-submissive like me.
The corner of his mouth lifted into a lovely smirk. “Don’t apologize, Sarah.”
I fixated on Devon’s lower lip, wanting to kiss and take the fleshy part between my teeth. In the pulsing corners of my mind, I craved to be wanton and shameless for him…because of him.
‘It was supposed to be so simple and it still can be. I just need to let go and be who I want. And that’s what I’m scared of.’
As if he had read my mind, Devon praised me, words buttery soft and potent. “It was incredibly brave of you to come here.” He squeezed my bare knee. “You do know that, don’t you, Sarah?”
I swayed forward. His soft voice did delightful things to me. I could imagine myself doing whatever Devon wanted as long as I could listen to him forever.
Unfortunately, the problem came when marvelous imagining became barbed reality.