Wednesday, December 3, 2014

Wicked Wanton Wednesday: Megan Michaels celebrates Finding Submission.


Megan Michaels returns to Wicked Wanton Wednesday.  Today, she is celebrating released day on my blog and came back to share a steamy excerpt of Finding Submission.

Oh boy, am I excited.  And I must say that Avery Beauchamp is an awesome name!




Finding Submission
by Megan Michaels


Blurb: 


Preston Harrison is the picture of the gentleman Southern lawyer, as handsome and affable, as he was strict and precise. His ordered professional life suited him and his temperament, not a thing out of place, not an event unplanned. But he was more than a lawyer though -- he was also a Dom, and he made sure his personal life and professional life never intersected. Never that is until his world is turned upside down by one Avery Beauchamp, a stubborn, adorable, and way too sassy pocket Venus.


Being the only daughter of a respected Judge should’ve set Avery up for a life of ease, of privilege. But Avery had a habit of not doing anything she should -- she only did the things she wanted. Marching to the beat of her own (very smart-mouthed) drummer had always served the headstrong girl well… until the day she ran afoul of a little thing called the law.


A strict southern lawyer and a color-outside-the-lines misdemeanor offender should have been like oil and water. But when a Judge’s daughter finds herself on the wrong side of the law, she’s presented with a choice: a fine and possible jail time, or an alternative sentence. Preston -- against his better judgment -- finds himself agreeing to the rather unique sentence for the wayward girl: house arrest for Avery.


There was one problem for Avery though: the house where she would serve her sentence wasn’t hers -- it was Preston’s. Worse, as she learns what working for the strict Preston Harrison really means -- and how deep her own repressed desires might go -- she fears that she might lose more than her freedom to the devastatingly handsome Dom. She might lose her heart too.


Note: This BDSM erotic romance includes the following acts or themes: bare bottom spanking and other corporal punishment, D/s, explicit sexuality, anal play, and BDSM activity including kitty/pet play. If these acts or themes might be offensive to you, please do not buy this book.



In today's excerpt, Megan came loaded with wicked, wanton, sexy and kinky!   In this snippet, Avery surprises Preston beyond his expectations!




He still watched her from the cameras, and would text to let her know if a punishment was necessary.  


Today he’d asked her to surprise him when he came home.   His heart was racing, wondering how she would great him today. 


His cock was hard as he climbed the front porch, and entered the house.  As he shut the front door, he marveled again at how she had transformed the house into a beautiful historic home.  She had cleaned and organized.  And together they had filled the barn with the items labeled, priced, and sorted for an auction in a month.  
He could smell a beef roast in the oven, and if he was correct, there was a hint of apples -- which meant apple pie or apple crisp.  


“I’m in here, Sir.” Avery called from the kitchen.  He walked in, and swore his heart had stopped.  


Avery was wearing a ruffled black apron… and nothing else.  But that wasn’t what made his heart stop, although that gorgeous sight was enough all on its own.


She was resting her elbows on top of the table, her head down, ass in the air. 


“Sir, would you be interested in an appetizer before dinner, or do you want to go to the main course?”  She didn’t raise her head or look him in the eye, just rested submissively. 


“My God, Avery Rose, I’m not sure I can breathe.  You definitely surprised me.  Jesus.  Let me get my bearings for a second.”  Preston slid his finger down the crevice of her bottom, circling her dark hole when he glided over it.  He pressed and circled, watching her fight the need to swivel her hips.   He teased her by pushing his finger into her bottom hole just a little and then pulled out.  He continued his glide down the cleft.  She was dripping wet.  


"My God, Avery I hope you didn’t sit on these chairs __ you’d ruin the upholstery. It’s a wonder there isn’t a puddle on the table, sweetheart.”




And that wasn’t the only surprise she had for Preston…….


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