(#2 of the Bonds series)
Author: Sierra Cartwright
Genre: Erotica, BDSM
It had to be her. He won’t be satisfied until he claims her.
Kennedy Aldrich has perfected the art of dodging any romantic entanglement that will lead to marriage. That is until he sees Mackenzie Farrell at a BDSM gathering.
When they meet, he’s entranced by her intelligence and submission, not to mention her stunning good looks. For the first time, he has met a woman who captivates his interest on every level, someone he wants to share his life with.
Mackenzie is overwhelmed by Kennedy’s attentions. A failed marriage taught her to distrust men, and she’s vowed never to walk down the aisle again.
It takes all her resolve to resist the devilishly handsome Dominant. After all, the whole world knows of his legendary reputation with women. Every feminine instinct warns that this man will demand more than she can offer.
But she hasn’t counted on Kennedy’s determination to claim her and prove that love is worth any risk.
Reader Advisory: This book contains scenes of anal play.
Sierra Cartwright . . .
Now That’s Inspiration!
I always enjoy learning how people get inspired. Some people select music, run away from home and head for Starbucks, turn on the TV, and some of them wait until everyone has gone to bed.
Besides the adrenaline rush of an impending deadline, I find inspiration in the water. All sorts of it.
One year, I took a week’s vacation from work and headed for Wyoming by myself. When I found myself stuck, I headed for a hike up at Popo Agie Falls. The incredible, raw power of the water just made me forget everything that was crowding my mind. (Let’s not talk about how I lost my footing and ended up in the water. To my credit, I saved the camera!)
I used to walk around Webster Lake when I lived in Denver, and, if I could spare the time, I’d head for Evergreen to walk around their stunning mountain lake.
And now, I’m fortunate enough to live in Galveston where I can walk on the beach.
We had some terrific north winds this week. When that happens, I don’t go anywhere near the water. I’m definitely a fair-weather friend! So when I can’t get outside, I have been known to soak in the bathtub or take a quick shower. One day last winter, with the evil north wind howling, I took three showers in one day!
I used to think it was the water that helped reset my brain. And now I’m realizing it’s more about the lack of distraction. I leave my phone behind, and I walk away from the computer. When I’m in or near the water, I don’t hear the seductive Facebook notification. I don’t worry about what I’m missing on e-mail. I’m not coaxed into reading just one more page of a favorite book on my Kindle app. And I’m not watching those fantastic Buzzfeed men! (You know who I’m talking about. If not, Google Buzzfeed Men Try European Swimwear! NSFW You’re welcome.)
So, now I’m wondering if there are any men in Speedos on my beach. I’d better go for a walk to see if I get inspired.
If so, I might return home to write a scene like this one, from book one in the Bonds series, Crave:
He led her close to the ocean, where the sand was damp, packed, easier to walk on.
“Now what?” she asked when he pulled her to a stop.
“I beg your pardon?”
“I want you naked.”
She glanced around. Then she worried her lower lip. “You’re serious?”
“If I help you undress, there will be a penalty.”
“Will I like it?”
He remembered her teasing him like that in the past. Sometimes she’d opt to pay the price. Other times, she just wanted to know what her options were. When he spoke more harshly, she obeyed, even if it was slowly, reluctantly. “Do you like that dress?”
“I’ll take that as a no,” she said.
She kicked off her sandals. Then she pulled her dress over her head.
He took it from her, then said, “The bra, too.”
“I was afraid of that.”
He stood there while she removed it. “I may keep you like that for the whole weekend.”
She opened her mouth but closed it without saying anything.
“Into the ocean.”
“I told you earlier,” he said. “I remember every single word you say to me.” He took off his jacket and spread it on the sand while she waded into the water, then he placed her dress and bra on top.
“Come on!” she called.
Reece stripped, dropping his clothes on top of hers.
She was already waist deep when he headed toward her.
When he was close, she splashed him. “Are you a strong swimmer?” he asked, dragging his hair back from his forehead.
“Awful,” she insisted, slowly backing away.
“That’s unfortunate.” He stalked her.
She laughed, moving backwards. “No. Really. I’m a terrible swimmer.”
Concentrating on her, he didn’t reply.
“Reece?” She crossed her arms in front of her.
He dove beneath the water and came up behind her. After catching her up in his arms, he turned, then tossed her into the water.
Seconds later, she came up sputtering.
“You’re wet, Sarah.”
She wiped her hair back from her face. Then, shocking him, she dove beneath the water and swam strongly toward him. He momentarily lost sight of her, but then felt something against the back of his legs.
He pitched forward as his knees buckled.
“Don’t underestimate the power of revenge,” she told him when he regained his footing.
She’d used the distraction to move quite a bit closer to shore and, like a siren, stood there, feathering back the long strands of her hair from her eyes and wearing a brilliant smile.
“Come here,” he said.
He pointed to an imaginary spot directly in front of him. “Now.”
With an exaggerated sway of her hips, she complied. “What can I do for you, Sir?” she asked, finger-combing her hair as she looked up at him.
Her nipples were tight beads, and goosebumps dotted her arms. She’d never been lovelier.
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About the Author . . .
Now she writes novels as untamed as the Rockies, while spending a fair amount of time in Texas…where, it turns out, the Texas Rangers law officers don't ride horses to roundup the bad guys, or have six-shooters strapped to their sexy thighs as she expected. And she's yet to see a poster that says Wanted: Dead or Alive. (Can you tell she has a vivid imagination?)
Sierra wrote her first book at age nine, a fanfic episode of Star Trek when she was fifteen, and she completed her first romance novel at nineteen. She actually kissed William Shatner (Captain Kirk) on the cheek once, and she says that's her biggest claim to fame. Her adventure through the turmoil of trust has taught her that love is the greatest gift. Like her image of the Old West, her writing is untamed, and nothing is off-limits.
She invites you to take a walk on the wild side…but only if you dare.
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