I don't always tease.  Sometimes I actually follow through…and the results are usually…impressive.  I am after all, simply onoe HELL of an author.  So, here's the deal.  From all the commenting today on my posts, I'll choose a random winner to receive a copy of "The Playground." 

I DO have an unedited excerpt I'll share lastly too from an upcoming story entitled "Surrender to Love" which will be another fabulous 1Night Stand from Decadent Publishing.  Not sure about teh release date but here are the details:


In order to cure the dreaded creative rut she’s in, Livia ends up in Las Vegas by suggestion from her therapist.  Oh and there’s a catch.  Livia ‘s been set up to have a one night stand with a very handsome man who promises her freedom through submission.  Can she surrender to more than just passion?

One last adulterated excerpt before I'm off!  I will respond to comments, had a bit of virus trouble today.  I need a good bourbon and a cigar…you enjoy this hotness…


A rapping at the door woke Livia from her sleep.  She'd dreamed all sorts of interesting things last night and the memories hadn't faded away yet. 

"Hold on a moment," She sat up, rubbed sleep out of her eyes and searched for her robe.  A dark purple satin number she picked out one Christmas kept her warm and made her feel more feminine, more in tune with what she thought she should be. 

Sure she had skirts and dresses but she rarely wore those.

Colorado wasn't the place to wear anything short or flirty.

The gentle knock at the door sounded again.

She slid out of bed, covered herself with the robe and belted it tightly around her waist.

She slid the bolt unlocked and pulled the metal chain off the hook.  Opening the door revealed a man dressed in a sleek black suit.  Long dark hair had been pulled back into a ponytail.  His body filled out the suit jacket and made him look bigger than he probably was.  A black shirt stretched across a muscular chest.  Black pants hugged powerful thighs.

She peered down and could almost see her reflection in his dress shoes. 

He looked intimidating but smiled when he extended his hand.  "Livia?"

Part of her wanted to shrink away, deny her name and hide under the covers. She had to do this though.  He was just a person.  A very tall, sexy man.  She swallowed; her mouth suddenly dry.  "I am.  Who might you be?"

"I'm Bruce.  I'm your blind date."  Violet eyes roamed over her body and the corners of a sensual pair of lips curved up.

Heat flared, causing her to blush.  She noticed the way he stared at her body, his eyes focusing on the display of ample cleavage. 

"You have very lovely skin."

The words rolled out of his mouth and over her like a soft blanket, a caress over her more intimate parts.  She shuddered and took his hand.  "I'm Livia. I…"

"This was," he titled his head to one side, set his free hand on the back of his neck, "a little more unexpected than I planned or was told about.  Shall we…"

She had trouble believing he was nervous too.  Did men even get nervous?

"Try again?"

The seductive glint in his sea blue eyes was all male.  Predatory, but not frightening.

How did he do that?

"Yes.  Please.  Come in."

"Oh," he released her hand.

She felt a sudden annoyance at the loss of contact.  Livia backed up, turned and glanced over her shoulder. 

He followed along, keeping a safe distance from her. 

"You have any idea how this is supposed to work?  I've never done this before.  Is it customary to–"

His presence made her large room feel small.

She swallowed the newly formed lump in her throat.

He stopped at the entrance to the room.  "Show up this early?  In most cases, a one night stand means just that.  A sexual attraction between two people that happen just for the one night, usually at night.  But, this was," he cleared his throat," something I was told to handle with care."

She turned to face him and put her hands on her hips.  "I'm not a kid."

"I know," he slid his hands in his pockets. "But I owe the party requesting this favor a great deal and once they checked me out, they told me they wanted me here to meet you. I figured the best thing to do was to get to know you."

That made sense. Her shoulders relaxed.  Still needing some distance from Bruce, she walked over to the desk and looked out the window, down at the streets of the Strip.  Not as many people milled about but a glance at the clock told her it was early.

She turned and looked at him.  His size made her tremble but she wasn't sure it was fear or arousal that caused her to shake.

Bruce studied her, tilted his head to one side.  "You're a very beautiful woman."

Heat rushed up her cheeks and her eyebrows rose.  She'd never heard that from anyone.  "Thank you?"

"I know that moving fast for you is probably not the way to go."  Even the tone of his voice sounded as though he controlled the impact behind every word.

She swallowed hard.  What would his hair look like if he'd freed it?  "No.  I'm…"

Before she knew it, he was on his knees before her.  He'd reached for her hand, captured and clasped it in his.  The sheer difference in size intimidated her. 

Rough calloused fingers smoothed over the top of her hand in a gentle motion.  Bruce's lips pressed against her skin.

Goose bumps appeared on her skin.  She didn't know what to do, but she didn't want to pull away.

Her heart did a double thump against her chest. 

His eyes traveled up her body, stopping briefly at the tops of her breasts. 

She realized just then how naked she was.  The purple robe was parted enough to show her black mid-thigh chemise with slits up the sides.  It fit her luscious curves very well.  Beneath it, she wore nothing.

Bruce's eyes met hers.

She stared back into the depths of his gaze, holding it for a moment. 

Violet eyes smoldered with lust. 

"You find me attractive?"

"I do."  He nodded. 

She turned away, still holding his hand. "Oh. I suppose you have to."

His fingers stiffened against her palm.  "What does that mean?"

She spun to face him, the swish of her hair blanketing her shoulders, "It means you're paid to seduce.  I know your type!"

Bruce cleared his throat and started laughing.  He slapped his knee with his free hand.

Livia yanked her hand from his and stalked back towards the desk.  "See!"

Bruce rose to his full height, lowering his gaze.  "No.  I am a blind date, not an escort.  1Night Stand is a matchmaking service, you do know that right?"

Livia smirked and bumped into the desk and leaned into it.  Matchmaking, was the same as an adult service.  Right?  She was supposed to get laid, right?  It wouldn't be the first time.  Isn't this what Dr. Gena wanted for her? 

Setting her hands on either side of her, she stared at Bruce.  "Yes but…" 

"Madame Eve, the owner, is very thorough with her clients and very particular with their needs and wants.  Trust me," he reached into his suit jacket and pulled out a handkerchief, wiped his brow.  Then he folded it back into a perfect square, stuffed it back into his jacket and continued, "I went through hell to use her service."

Curious, Livia relaxed her posture, just a touch.  "What do you mean?  Why would you need a blind date or matchmaking service?"

Color filled his cheeks and tinged his fair skin with a light shade of pink.  "Well," Bruce held his hands out to his sides, "Some time back I was in a relationship that didn't go well.  I loved her but she left me for a woman named Alexandria Rayne."

Livia had to cover her mouth to stifle the laughter that threatened to bubble up from within.  "Some woman left you for another woman?  I find that hard to believe!"

Bruce sat at edge of her bed and smiled nervously "It does seem sort of ridiculous, doesn't it?  But this woman was a powerful romance author who wove spells around her audience with her words.  It seemed that even I was ensnared by her net until I realized she wanted nothing to do with me.  Alexandria was selfish, she'd strung me and my former girlfriend along.  She broke my heart."

Livia really wanted to laugh but she tried to contain her giggling. 

"Go ahead, laugh!"  Bruce's voice boomed throughout the room.

She thought he was annoyed until she saw the corners of his full lips turn upwards in a grin. 

"It is a little embarrassing now, but I didn't find it funny then.  In fact, it caused me to overwork myself and end up in the hospital because I was pushing myself so hard," his voice dropped, "to put her and Alexandria out of my mind.   Then one day I was talking to a coworker who wanted to go out for drinks.  You know, as friends."

"I can see where this is going," Livia pursed her lips together in a thin line.  She crossed her arms over her chest and straightened.

"No, not entirely.  I wasn't going to sleep with her, if that's what you think."  Bruce leaned forward, "I went into a different type of club with her.  She asked me to go with her and to obey her every whim."

Livia cocked a brow, "This sounds suspicious."  

He nodded. "Yeah it did to me too.  I wasn't sure what was up, but I hadn't left the house or office in several months. I had a heart attack and when I got out of the hospital, she was there waiting to pick me up."

"And you didn't question it?"

Bruce shook his head and a few loose strands came free of his ponytail.  She realized his hair had been pulled back by a large black scunchie, not a neat rubber band like she would have thought. 

"I was just glad to be alive.  But after I left the hospital, Lilith was there to pick me up."

He was supposed to seduce her? Livia had heard enough.  "Let me guess, she taught you a valuable lesson and then ended up being left alone by Lilith only to realize you needed yourself?  Tired story.  My therapist has given me that line numerous times."

"No, he shook his head again "It doesn't quite end that way. Please, let me show you what I did learn.  Yes, Lilith, taught me things I'd like to share with you.  Her suggestion that I approach 1Night Stand surprised me but I've found them to be very thorough.  Don't worry," he shed his suit coat and set it neatly on the bed beside him, "I'm just a single man who didn't know what to expect.  And I haven't had a partner in a very long time."  He stood and approached her, bending down on one knee while setting his hand out before her, "please, let me show you how to own control?"

She gasped.  The words she'd wanted to take back from her mouth had come to her in the form of a person.  A real, live person who…she didn't know what.  Livia watched him bow his head.

What was with a man who could control the entire universe, dominate her rather large space and still make himself subservient before her? 

What would cause that behavior?

Worse yet, the way he knelt before her gave her a view of very broad shoulders beneath his black t-shirt.  His hair hung thickly in a loose tail that stopped just at the small of his back. His musk, so male and potent made her nostrils flare. 

Something tightened low in her stomach.

Her thighs grew damp. "Okay.  So, how does this work?"

He looked up from the floor.  "You tell me."

"I have found that freedom, true freedom comes from when the body is restrained, stimulated and," he leaned forward, pressing his lips into hers, "forced to let the mind and heart work in tandem."

He brushed his lips against hers one more time, the words echoing like silk over her mind.  His voice caressed her, causing pinpricks to race up her spin. 

Her nipples hardened beneath the satin.  She tried to move back from Bruce but the desk and his large frame trapped her.

Slowly, his mouth caressed hers, then his tongue swept over her bottom lip.

She tasted his plump mouth on hers.   Fresh, sandalwood, hints of rose and cinnamon swirled around her nose, knocking her senses off balance.  Her mind zeroed in on the image before her, a powerful man, willing to do her bidding while focusing on her pleasure.

Some part of this still confused her.

Finally, Bruce pulled back from the kiss, set his hands on either side of her and returned to a kneeling position.

Her head swam and she had to steady herself against his shoulders, only to find that his face was at the level of her sex.  "How would you go about restraining the body and stimulating it?"

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a two bundles of dark blue rope.  "Silk helps for those who are afraid of iron."

An eyebrow rose.

"The chair, perfect for a place to hold you," he indicated with a nod of his head.  "You'll sit with your hips at the edge, legs spread. Arms tied lightly." 

"It won't hurt?"  She looked at the chair, a high end leather and wood piece of furniture that could be used to hold her hands down if he tied her to it.

"If it does, I'll loosen the ropes.  Just ask."

That was the problem.  She could trust him, she felt somewhat safe with a man who seemed to be in so much control over himself.  He could easily hurt her, but she didn't get the sense that Bruce would.  It was odd, but she really found him at least worth a shot.  Livia never asked for anything in her life.  She'd always did for herself or gone without. 

Life had been tough going without, even as her income grew.  Still, she wanted things and feared asking for them. 

The question jumped from the back of her mind to her lips before she could stop it.  "What if I got scared?"

Bruce looked into her eyes and smiled, "You simply say Bluetooth."

"Bluetooth?"  Her eyebrows furrowed.

"Yes.  That's your safeword.  If you feel scared and want me to stop, you simply say it and all play of any sort ceases."

The thought of all things ceasing from her asking gave her a rush as did the tone of his voice.  The words again seemed to wrap around her ears in a symphony of seduction that curled like smoke over her bare skin.

Her pussy tightened at the thought of him touching her.  Her body thrummed with arousal. 

"You start by taking control of yourself.  You already have done that,' Bruce set a hand on her exposed thigh.

Tingles raced up straight up her back.  Anticipation at how this could turn out built like butterflies buzzing in her stomach.

She wanted this man.  "Okay.  So what now?"

"Indulge me, so I can indulge you.  Sit on the chair, rest your hands on the arms of it.  Strip off the robe."

Slowly, Livia moved towards the chair.  She let the robe slip off before tossing it on the bed.  "Here?"

Bruce blinked, looked at the chair, the window and then back at Livia.  "Well, we could move it away from the window if you'd like, but frankly if I were to look up and see you in all your naked glory, I'd want to know your name.  I'd want to devour your body and share nothing but immense passion with you.  I'd want to make sure I pleased you continuously, sexually and otherwise."  He stood and held the ropes in his hands.

She felt, rather than saw herself blush again.  The rich timber of his voice did things to her insides.  After the kiss, she felt empty.  She wanted another taste of Bruce but didn't know how to ask.

"Tie me up facing the window."


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