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.”
Happy writing!
Life would be utterly boring without your creative slant on things. I cannot WAIT to read this!
ReplyDeleteThanks, Kaitlin!
ReplyDeleteWow! This is going to be a great story. I'm thinking about all the possibilities for this story go. Can't wait to read the story.
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