Monday, January 5, 2015

Exclusive Jenna's Consent excerpt!!

Newest edition of the Members Only Series!
Jenna's Consent

Members Only, Book Six
Every night Jenna spends hours preparing submissives for their Doms at The Library. She encourages them, reassures them as they take a step into the forbidden and urges them never to settle. But when it comes to her own journey, she’s spent years hiding, trapped within the steel cage of her corsets. She can’t hide any longer.
Nick has wanted her since the moment he laid eyes on her but she’s always told him no. Until now. She agrees to be his submissive for a night but he wants more…much more. He unwittingly brings in the one man Jenna never stopped loving and, on the cusp of everything’s he’s ever wanted, he’s not the only one fighting for her heart.
Ian can’t forget her…his Jenna. He walked away years ago, but not this time. This time he’ll settle for nothing but her complete submission.
Three people unable to let go of the past must learn that love—above all else—is worth fighting for.
A Romantica® BDSM erotic romance from Ellora’s Cave
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“Get off me.”
She struggled, thrashing as much as she could but he knew just how to pin her. How to tease her with his scent, his rope, his voice. His hand rested on her hip and she clenched her jaw to keep from moaning.
“I want to talk to you.”
“Do you get the impression I give a rat’s ass what you want?”
He brushed his erection against her ass, trapping an extra length of rope between their bodies. She panted for all she was worth fighting to get away, fighting to get closer. Several layers of clothing still separated him from her but she could feel the burn of his skin against hers.
A flash of memory of the last time they were together scorched her mind. Him taking her, owning her just as he did every second. He buried his hard length inside her.
It was like that every time.
“Don’t remember asking for your input.”
She stopped struggling for a second, astounded he could be so cavalier with her feelings after the way he left things. She opened her mouth to tell him where he could go fuck himself and he shoved a ball-gag in her mouth.
“I hikjn yaoindl…” She thought to snap her fingers. Their non-verbal safe word. The same one they’d used for years. But she just…didn’t.
She stomped her foot while he buckled the gag behind her head. Yeah she probably resembled a two year old, but whatever.
She even wanted to say she was aiming for his foot but that would have been a lie.
Dawning possibilities exploded in her mind and she wasn’t going down so easily.
She moved her head forward as far as she could to get it into the corner the two walls made. She hoped he thought she just wanted away from the gag.
Fuck that.
Her head snapped back fast, catching him in the jaw, or cheek, or somewhere hard with the metal of the gag.
It dug into her scalp for a second but his “dammit” was worth any kind of pain she suffered at taking him by surprise.
A growl tore through him.
He spun her around and hauled her up and over his shoulder before she could utter a single squeak.
He held her thighs tight against him so she could do little more than wiggle.
The rest of the rope dangled from her wrists and he quickly wrapped it around her ankles, hog-tying her as if she were being hauled to slaughter.
She blissed out in his rope so fast she didn’t want to fight.
Her shoulders ached with the position of her arms and she wanted to hate the fact that she remembered how much she loved neck rope. It was dangerous and sexy and so decadently wicked she’d longed to feel like that again.
His cologne, the feel of his hand resting possessively on her ass, the way he tied her… Deft movements—even better and faster than they were years before—called to her, sucking her down the rabbit hole.
When he said he loved her.
She struggled again, unwilling to make it easy for him. He had years of hurt to make up for.
“We’ll be getting better acquainted.”
Jenna mumbled obscenities the whole time as he hauled her from the room. He whacked her ass and she loved it, pissing her off even more.
“I’m awake, right?” Chris asked the question behind Ian and Jenna would have laughed if she could have around the gag.
Ian lugged her up to her prep area, taking the stairs instead of the elevator. She hoped it was because he needed to burn off steam.
“Ahhhat.” He smacked her ass again and she swallowed another moan.
Ian let himself in. To her room.
Of course he knew the code.

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Jennifer Kacey is a writer, mother, and business owner living with her family in Texas. She sings in the shower, plays piano in her dreams, and has to have a different color of nail polish every week. The best advice she’s ever been given? Find the real you and never settle for anything less.

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