Sunday, August 16, 2015

Six of the Best - I kick of my debut with Hooked: Decadence Nights

 Welcome to Sunday Six of the Best.  Since this is my first time on Sunday’s Six, I’m winging until I get the hang of it.  I learned in school you needed three sentences to make a paragraph, then along came dialogue and confused me.  So, I’ve got four paragraphs and a few lines of dialogue <shrug> 

Today, I’m featuring a scene from my newest release and my latest, favorite hero, Joseph Hooks.  Enjoy… 

Hooked (Decadence Nights, Book 1)

The set up: 

In this scene, Livvy has left work early and driven two hours in her old clunker and torrential rains to attend a D/s mixer at an exclusive BDSM club in San Antonio.  Alone and nervous, but determined to find the Dom of her dreams, she finds herself seated with a group of submissive who happen to be the owner’s wives and fiancées.  The girls immediately want to help her find her special Dom and think setting her up with a Dom from Austin is the perfect plan.  Unfortunately, he turns out to be her boss.  Panicked at being discovered she makes a break for it before he finds out.

Here’s Six of the Best from Hooked:

“It’s a gully washer out there, miss,” he cautioned. “You’ll need to wait until it slows.”
Disregarding his warning and refusing to be waylaid by weather, she started for her only means of escape. “I need to go. Now.” When she pulled the heavy doors open, she was assailed by wind and rain, the force of both ripping the handles from her grasp. Immediately, she moved to close them, struggling against the torrent’s sustained force when large male hands appeared next to her smaller ones and easily pushed the doors shut. “I’m sorry,” she gasped, leaning against the doors, already feeling the chill from the drenching as the A/C wafted over her wet skin. “I had no idea it was storming so badly.”
Livvy turned back to the security guard to further her apology. Only it wasn’t the guard whose hands curled around her upper arms. It wasn’t his black T-shirt clad chest that filled her vision either. Instead, she stared at a burgundy vest and a gray check tweed jacket. Following it upward, she encountered a perfectly knotted gray tie, a clean shaven, tightly clenched jaw, and full, sensuous lips set in a hard line. She stopped there, knowing who she’d find if she went further. Closing her eyes tightly, she prayed for the power of teleportation as her face burned.
His voice, usually a mellow tenor, rang sharp like a hammer forging steel.
“Look at me, little one.”
The endearment, one he’d used on occasion with her before, when her mother passed two years back and when he’d dropped by her apartment the time she’d had a debilitating case of the flu. The pet name, common to the lifestyle, hadn’t registered at the time. Now, it rang clear as he used it as a Dominant would with his errant submissive. She swallowed hard, feeling trapped.
“Now, Olivia.” The order was uncompromisingly compelling and she responded as though she had no will.
She looked up into his familiar green eyes. As they gazed intently down at her with more fire than she’d ever seen, she got dizzy. Maybe it was the alcohol or the stress of coming here all alone, or it could be low blood sugar because she’d skipped dinner, much too nervous to eat. No matter the cause, her world turned on end. Her rubbery knees gave way and she crumbled right into the arms of Joseph Hooks, senior partner at Hooks, Jeffers, and Mahoney, Attorneys-at-law, her boss, her fantasy Dom and the secret love of her life. Then Olivia did something she’d never done in her entire life; she fainted dead away.

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The Blurb:

Thirty-eight-year-old legal secretary Olivia Wright's clock is ticking and she's afraid she's running out of time to find Master Right. Several times she thought she'd found the Dom of her dreams, but instead of the prince she sought, he'd turned out to be a slimy toad. The last one had dumped her unexpectedly and nearly broken her. Now, after a long dry spell, she's ready to try again. She'd really like it to be with the man who'd caught her eye three years ago, but that man is her boss and despite her best efforts, and tightest skirts, he hasn't spared her an extra glance. Resigning herself to unrequited love, she attempts to move on, procuring an invitation to an exclusive BDSM club, hoping Club Decadence will be the answer.

Joseph Hooks isn't your typical Dom. He's NBA tall, with no police or military background to speak of, wears tweed suits, of all things, and on an occasion the dreaded bow tie. But behind his somewhat nerdy appearance is a handsome, green eyed, strict but sensual dominant who's also hell on wheels in a court of law. He's wealthy, powerful, successful, and enjoys popularity among the subs at his private club, at least those who don't flee from the swishing sound of polished rattan, but he's exhausted his search for his perfect submissive and concerned about coming up short. After a frustrating day of watching his gorgeous secretary's delectable bottom in an incredibly tight skirt, he heads to San Antonio to blow off steam and maybe make a connection.

He thinks she's terminally vanilla and straight- laced. She thinks he's not into her, or with the way he ignores her curves and tight skirts, possibly gay. Hopelessly oblivious to what has been staring them in the face for three long years, Joseph and Olivia continue their aimless search for love. Then, one night, as a storm brews outside another rages inside as their paths converge. Will Olivia finally get the Master Prince she deserves, or will her past prevent her from realizing her dream? Will her presence at the club be the sign that Joseph needs to wake up and at long last claim the woman he's yearned for all along?

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