Warning, this is a D/s story so if that isn't your cuppa, today's blog is not for you.
If it is, here's the blurb!
She couldn’t imagine living without him.
When Carson Black’s longtime crush and best friend dies in a bike accident, she openly weeps at his funeral. Never expressing her feelings for him, she thinks she might be going mad from grief when his voice, his scent, his desires…seem to fill her apartment.
He was afraid to demand what he needed.
Randall Stokes loves Carson but didn’t express it while he was alive. A dominant, he didn’t dare dream that the sweet girl next door would do the things that he needed to find satisfaction. When tragedy strikes, he not only has nothing to lose but a suddenly clear view into what she needs, wants, desires. Is it too late to take what they’ve both longed for?
A ghost of a chance…
Love lingers, though his body is gone. Can Carson and Randall find love in the Dom of the Dead?
And the six sentence sneak peek...
“Don’t cover up.” His voice rippled in command and her hand stilled automatically, a frisson of heat licking up her spine and raising the fine hairs on her arms.
An answering throb beat an urgent tempo between her legs.
That tone, that demanding tone, was the one she fantasized him using.
Her fingers closed on the towel, a dare of sorts.
“Don’t make me punish you, Carson.”