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Those Sexy Magicians

When I was planning the story that is now Bound to Surrender, I thought about how sexy magicians can be – those talented hands, graceful moves, sparks of mischief in their eyes. How sexy and alluring those illusions can be. And the tools of the trade…ropes and scarves, handcuffs and cages? Ripe for a little (or a lot) of erotic bondage.

And then there’s the conflict inherent in a magician hero because what is he but a master of illusion? What happens when you fall for a man whose life revolves around deception? How can you believe a word he says?

I researched sexy magician Criss Angel for my inspiration for Alexander Black. So hot!

In Bound to Surrender, Alexander and Gabriella have a history and they parted on less than ideal terms. As the story opens, Gaby finds herself in the back of a limo, cuffed and blindfolded.

She felt a sudden change in the air, now charged with tension. The air seemed to move in the darkness around her. When she felt the seat beside her shift, panic scrambled in the stomach. She screamed and lunged away.

A strong arm wrapped around her shoulders and pulled her against a hard, hot body. At the same time, a long-fingered hand slapped over her mouth. The hand and the familiar, musky scent of arousal identified her assailant as surely as if she didn’t have the blindfold on.

Alexander.

“I always did enjoy watching you struggle,” he said, his lips brushing her ear. His deep voice rumbled through her body. She growled and he snatched his hand away from her mouth as if he could tell she was about to chomp into his flesh.

“You bastard!” She tried to pull away from him, but he held her fast against him.

“Gabriella. Gabriella,” he admonished. “Such words coming out of that refined mouth.”

“Fuck you!”

His chuckle was deep and dark. “Oh no. That’s your job.”

An image of her riding his thick cock, cries of passion ringing in the air, popped into her mind. “In your dreams,” she snapped, and hoped he didn’t hear the slight tremor in her voice.

His lips brushed her cheek. “You have no idea how often you haunt my dreams.”

She was shocked he’d make an admission like that. She wished she could see him, wished she could read the expression on that handsome face. But then, he’d always been good at hiding what he was thinking, so what good would it do? “Why are you doing this, Alex?”

He eased away from her slightly and ran his hand along her bare arm. Shivers followed his fingers along her skin. “I remember your fondness for certain illusions. The cuffs, the blindfold, the scarves.” He paused. “The cage.”

“I never liked the cage.”

He cupped her chin. “Of course you did.” He slid his fingers along her throat, stroking her from chin to chest. “Anticipation, princess. Nothing’s sweeter than anticipation.”

He dropped his fingers and skimmed them across the neckline of her dress, tracing the swells of her breasts. Shivers she hadn’t felt in years ran across her skin. While she knew she shouldn’t be thrilled to feel his hands on her now, she’d dreamed of this night too often to put up a fight.

Oh how well she remembered the expert touch of his fingers along her skin. He could always conjure up the sweetest sensations in her body. Like always, her pulse began to race. Moisture soaked her panties and trickled down her thigh.

He dove his hand beneath the neckline of her dress and cupped one of her breasts. She gasped as he squeezed her flesh and scraped his thumbnail across her sensitive nipple, just as she’d imagined a moment ago. “Ah yes. The one part of you I prefer unbound.”

Gaby dropped her head back onto the seat. The music wove through the air around them. The sensations had never been this strong. Ever.

Alex’s lips slid along her throat, smooth and wet. She moaned and yearned to wrap her arms around him, clasp him to her…

Or better yet, push him away.

But she couldn’t do anything but gasp when he nipped her skin with his teeth. “That’s my girl,” he murmured just loud enough to be heard over the music. “It’s been too long since I’ve had my mouth on you.”

He tugged the shoulders of the dress down, freeing her breasts and binding her arms even tighter. Then he crushed his lips to hers. The smooth, familiar taste of Alex burst upon her tongue and sent flames roaring through her body. Her mind may know the reasons she should resist him, but her body remembered all the reasons why she shouldn’t.

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Blurb:
Love is nothing but an illusion. Heiress Gabriella Winslow learned that lesson years ago when her magician boyfriend abandoned her, sick and alone, hundreds of miles from home. In the years that followed, she’s tried to forget him and the erotic bondage games they used to play. But the life she’s made for herself since then still leaves her restless and yearning for something more.

Now a successful illusionist, Alexander Black has returned to settle an old score. And to seduce Gabriella. With a blindfold and handcuffs and blood red roses, he entices his former lover and magician’s assistant back to his Las Vegas penthouse. If all goes according to plan, she’ll surrender to him before she discovers everything isn’t as it seems.

Natasha
www.natashamoore.com

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She was BOUND TO SURRENDER by Natasha Moore

Recently I re-released one of my favorite erotic romance novellas. Bound to Surrender was originally published as Smoke and Mirrors and I thought I’d share a couple great reviews this story got back then. And then give you a little taste of it today with a hot excerpt.

Blurb:
Love is nothing but an illusion. Heiress Gabriella Winslow learned that lesson years ago when her magician boyfriend abandoned her, sick and alone, hundreds of miles from home. In the years that followed, she’s tried to forget him and the erotic bondage games they used to play. But the life she’s made for herself since then still leaves her restless and yearning for something more.

Now a successful illusionist, Alexander Black has returned to settle an old score. And to seduce Gabriella. With a blindfold and handcuffs and blood red roses, he entices his former lover and magician’s assistant back to his Las Vegas penthouse. If all goes according to plan, she’ll surrender to him before she discovers everything isn’t as it seems.

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“…Ms. Moore creates scenes that are as spine-tinglingly erotic as they are romantic, and I definitely felt the heat level rise in the room as I read. I Joyfully Recommend Smoke and Mirrors. It’s an enchanting, entertaining reunion romance filled with lust, love, and inventive uses for scarves. Simply magic!”
— Shayna, Joyfully Reviewed

“…Smoke and Mirrors is an erotic foray into obsession, bondage and exhibitionism. The setting, a limo and a magician’s lair, along and the rags-to-riches premise are interesting backdrops for this quick erotic adventure.”
— Vee, Night Owl Reviews

Excerpt:

She shifted in her seat again, this time because her shoulders were getting stiff. Where were they going anyway? She had no way of knowing the time, but her internal clock told her they’d been driving longer than necessary to get to anywhere Aaron would want to take her in the L.A. area. A ripple of panic wormed its way under her skin.

What did she really know about him? He worked closely with her father and that meant he trusted Aaron. She knew he liked Italian food, action movies and the missionary position. Or so she thought. If he guessed she liked to be tied up, maybe he thought she liked to be hurt too. Maybe he thought she liked to be scared.

She’d never been into pain. She certainly didn’t like being afraid. She just enjoyed the feeling of being tied. Of letting go. Allowing the anticipation to build always made her super hot, super aroused. When she was bound, she had to let someone else, for a little while, take care of her needs.

Gaby threw her head from side to side, wanting desperately to see where she was. She didn’t like being scared. She’d always trusted Alex and he’d never hurt her. Unless you counted her heart.

But whose control was she under right now? That Foster had seemed like a nice guy, but he was under orders from Aaron. Or was he? Was it possible his orders were coming from someone else? While she got all aroused by the blindfold and the cuffs, was the actual intent to stop her from escaping? She gasped.

Her father had been worried about her this afternoon and she’d just blown him off. Had there been a real reason he’d been afraid for her? It would be so like him to keep a threat from her.

Was it possible after all these years, after all the reminders that she was the lone heir to the Winslow fortune and had to be careful, could she have cheerfully stepped right into a trap?

A tiny whimper escaped her lips. Her heart slammed into her chest. She struggled against her bindings, even though she knew it was useless. She whipped her head around, rubbing it against the back of the seat, trying desperately to loosen the blindfold. Her shoulders ached as she tried desperately to pull her hands free from the cuffs. Panic shot through her system and she bounced on the seat, her frustration overwhelming her.

As she twisted in her seat, she lost her balance and flopped over on her side. She cried out in frustration and slid off the seat onto the floor of the limo. She rested her head on the seat for a moment, her breath coming in ragged gasps. It was useless. All the struggling had gotten her was sore wrists and sweaty skin.

She took a deep, shaky breath and pushed herself back onto the soft leather seat. Okay, so there was nothing she could do right now. She’d just have to keep her wits about her. Conserve her strength. Be ready for any development. She could tell her skirt had ridden up around her hips, but she had no way to tug it back down. Her kidnapper would have a close up view of her black lace panties when he opened the door.

She felt a sudden change in the air, now charged with tension. The air seemed to move in the darkness around her. When she felt the seat beside her shift, panic scrambled in the stomach. She screamed and lunged away.

A strong arm wrapped around her shoulders and pulled her against a hard, hot body. At the same time, a long-fingered hand slapped over her mouth. The hand and the familiar, musky scent of arousal identified her assailant as surely as if she didn’t have the blindfold on.

Alexander.

“I always did enjoy watching you struggle,” he said, his lips brushing her ear. His deep voice rumbled through her body. She growled and he snatched his hand away from her mouth as if he could tell she was about to chomp into his flesh.

“You bastard!” She tried to pull away from him, but he held her fast against him.

“Gabriella. Gabriella,” he admonished. “Such words coming out of that refined mouth.”

“Fuck you!”

His chuckle was deep and dark. “Oh no. That’s your job.”

An image of her riding his thick cock, cries of passion ringing in the air, popped into her mind. “In your dreams,” she snapped, and hoped he didn’t hear the slight tremor in her voice.

His lips brushed her cheek. “You have no idea how often you haunt my dreams.”

She was shocked he’d make an admission like that. She wished she could see him, wished she could read the expression on that handsome face. But then, he’d always been good at hiding what he was thinking, so what good would it do? “Why are you doing this, Alex?”

He eased away from her slightly and ran his hand along her bare arm. Shivers followed his fingers along her skin. “I remember your fondness for certain illusions. The cuffs, the blindfold, the scarves.” He paused. “The cage.”

“I never liked the cage.”

He cupped her chin. “Of course you did.” He slid his fingers along her throat, stroking her from chin to chest. “Anticipation, princess. Nothing’s sweeter than anticipation.”

He dropped his fingers and skimmed them across the neckline of her dress, tracing the swells of her breasts. Shivers she hadn’t felt in years ran across her skin. While she knew she shouldn’t be thrilled to feel his hands on her now, she’d dreamed of this night too often to put up a fight.

Oh how well she remembered the expert touch of his fingers along her skin. He could always conjure up the sweetest sensations in her body. Like always, her pulse began to race. Moisture soaked her panties and trickled down her thigh.

He dove his hand beneath the neckline of her dress and cupped one of her breasts. She gasped as he squeezed her flesh and scraped his thumbnail across her sensitive nipple, just as she’d imagined a moment ago. “Ah yes. The one part of you I prefer unbound.”

Gaby dropped her head back onto the seat. The music wove through the air around them. The sensations had never been this strong. Ever.

Alex’s lips slid along her throat, smooth and wet. She moaned and yearned to wrap her arms around him, clasp him to her…

Or better yet, push him away.

But she couldn’t do anything but gasp when he nipped her skin with his teeth. “That’s my girl,” he murmured just loud enough to be heard over the music. “It’s been too long since I’ve had my mouth on you.”

He tugged the shoulders of the dress down, freeing her breasts and binding her arms even tighter. Then he crushed his lips to hers. The smooth, familiar taste of Alex burst upon her tongue and sent flames roaring through her body. Her mind may know the reasons she should resist him, but her body remembered all the reasons why she shouldn’t.

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Natasha
www.natashamoore.com

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New Covers for Bound Again Series

One of the great things about self-publishing, is that authors can now try new things. And with the case of Bound to Surrender and Bound to Submit, I decided to go with new covers. I loved the old ones, with the sexy bound women, but I wondered…how about some man-chest? 🙂

What the heck. I can do that. I can switch up the covers and see what readers think. Who doesn’t like some sexy man-chest? So today I’m revealing the new covers for Bound to Submit (Bound Again book #1) and Bound to Surrender (Bound Again book #2) The change should be live in the next few days, but the books are, of course, available now.

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Mason’s dark good looks and dominating personality stirred up Kelly’s forbidden fantasies, frightening her so much that she broke up with him. When she agrees to help out at the community haunted house, she never expects to be tied to a bed, playing damsel in distress to Mason’s masked, whip-wielding villain.

Mason knows Kelly is fighting her sexual needs and he hopes that a few hours of playing out her fantasies with him will prove it to her. Bound and under his control, she can’t run away from him this time.

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Love is nothing but an illusion. Heiress Gabriella Winslow learned that lesson years ago when her magician boyfriend abandoned her, sick and alone, hundreds of miles from home. In the years that followed, she’s tried to forget him and the erotic bondage games they used to play. But the life she’s made for herself since then still leaves her restless and yearning for something more.

Now a successful illusionist, Alexander Black has returned to settle an old score. And to seduce Gabriella. With a blindfold and handcuffs and blood red roses, he entices his former lover and magician’s assistant back to his Las Vegas penthouse. If all goes according to plan, she’ll surrender to him before she discovers everything isn’t as it seems.

So what do you think?

Natasha
www.natashamoore.com

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After You Watch the 50 Shades Movie…

If you want to indulge in some more stories of sexy emotion with a bit of kink, you can’t go wrong checking out books from the 69 Shades authors! Here are a few of mine that you might want to try.

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Mine.
Brendan grabbed her wrist with a hand that trembled slightly. He thought he’d done well not going totally crazy while he listened to her talk to her ex-boyfriend. Or maybe he wasn’t really an ex.
Like hell.
Brendan tugged her out of her chair and she stumbled as she came toward him, her soft body bumping against his.
Mine.
Ashley might not want a future with him, but she was his right now. His to command. His to touch. “Let’s go. You’re here to work, remember?” He pulled her across the living room and into the studio, then slammed the door behind them. Ashley stopped in the middle of the floor and turned around to look at him. He recognized arousal mixed with the confusion on her face.
“Brendan…”
“No talking,” he snapped. “We’re working now.” The last thing he needed was to hear about Stuart. Why was she considering going back to him? Did those kisses last night mean nothing to her? Time to wipe that jerk out of her mind.
“Strip.” He leaned back against the table and hoped he looked more indifferent than he felt as he watched her. She stared at him for a moment, then licked her lips before she slowly stripped off her T-shirt and revealed her amazing breasts. God, they were gorgeous, full and firm, nipples tight and dark. His fingers curled so tightly into his palms they hurt. She bent over to pull her jeans off, revealing those long, shapely legs and plain white panties. He stared at her until she removed the panties too.
Brendan let her stand there after she was completely naked, looking a little uncomfortable, more than a little aroused. Good. He didn’t say a word as he contemplated today’s session.
Bondage.
His body hardened as he planned binding Ashley the way he’d always liked to. It had been way too long. No fanciful red ribbons today. No pop beads that could come apart with the slightest pressure. She wasn’t going to be able get away from him this time.
He strode to the storage closet in the corner. In his New York studio, he had more props, a brass bed and hooks and other gear. But there was plenty he could do with the supplies he had here.
Brendan grabbed a couple lengths of rope off a hook on the wall and turned to Ashley. He braced himself against the burst of emotions he could no longer ignore. The previous shoots had been foreplay. They’d all been leading up to this.
“Remember this rope?” He ran the coil along her arm and saw her shiver. “Soft. Black. It was your favorite. Or have you forgotten?”
“I haven’t forgotten,” she whispered, her eyes focused on the coil of rope looped in his hand.
“Good. Put your hands behind your back.”

You can check out Silken Canvas here.

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Julianne stripped and knelt by the door of a different playroom than the one Paolo had brought her to before. While she took her clothes off, she couldn’t help but notice the large four-poster bed in the center of the room. The heavy rings attached to the posts. Her gaze now lowered to the floor, she heard Paolo open and close drawers, move around the room. The floor grew harder beneath her knees. Nervous anticipation made it difficult for her to be calm and prepare for their session.
She’d been foolish enough to Google “sensory play” when she got back to her apartment. It probably would have been better for her not to know what to expect. Hot. Cold. Hard. Soft. Pain. Pleasure. She had to believe there would be pleasure, otherwise she didn’t know if she could handle the idea of the rest.
“Deep breaths, Julianne,” Paolo called out, his voice sharp. She heard his sigh before his voice softened, smoothed into a seductive tone. “Remember, this is not the time to worry or think too much. This is the time to prepare to give yourself over to me.”
Julianne swallowed. Worry did push everything else out of her head. She’d forgotten his previous instruction about breathing. She closed her eyes and took long, deep breaths. Smooth jazz she hadn’t noticed before soothed her nerves further. What would be would be. When would she remember there was comfort in knowing that?
“Look at me, cara.”
She opened her eyes and lifted her gaze. Swept it up his black trousers to see that he’d taken his shirt off. Her mouth watered with the desire to taste his smooth olive skin but she kept her lips together. Her fingers itched with the yearning to run over his sculpted abs, but she didn’t move her hands from where they rested on her thighs.
Then she focused on the blindfold in his hand.
“What is your safe word?”
She swallowed. “Chardonnay.”
“You understand you only have to say your safe word and all play stops. You have that control. You understand this?”
“Yes.”
“Good.” He circled behind her. “We have five senses. Sight is the one we use most often. The one we rely on above all others. I will be taking that sense away from you tonight so that you may more fully experience the rest. Scent. Touch. Taste. Sound. This is what we will focus on tonight.”
She nodded. She’d expected that. She already knew the comfort of the blindfold. She could relax into the darkness. Submitting was much harder in the light.
The blindfold was heavy leather but was lined with something soft against her skin. The darkness was complete. There was no quick burst of panic this time. Only a sigh of relief. He could do whatever he wanted to her now.
“Come.” He helped her to her feet and led her over to the bed. “Climb up and lie on your back.” As soon as she had, he quickly tied her spread-eagle on the mattress. His motions were efficient, not rough, but there were no extra strokes or arousing touches. No seductive words to soothe her. She heard him walk away.
Paolo had spoken often of the role anticipation played in their sessions. Was his body heating up as he thought about what would happen this evening? Did his cock tingle and swell as her sex did? Julianne’s heart raced and she couldn’t stop the moan that escaped her lips.
She hated the waiting. And he knew it.

You can check out Playing for Real here.

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“Gabriella,” he murmured and captured her lips with his.
Soft and gentle at first, he brushed his lips against hers, teasing her with his taste, so intoxicating, so familiar. Gaby parted her lips for him, aching for his tongue to plunge into her mouth. But he didn’t do that right away. He swept his tongue along her lips, wetting them, making them slick. Making her yearn to drink him in.
Her body itched with restless need. She didn’t want sweet and gentle. She didn’t want anything close to emotional. She needed hard and hot and physical. And she needed it now.
Maybe he was psychic too, for just as she was about to reach up and pull him closer, he slid his hands down her arms and pinned her wrists to her sides, still sweeping his tongue back and forth across her lips.
Then he began to nibble.
First he nipped at her bottom lip, hard enough that she wondered if he drew blood. Then he ran his mouth along her jaw line, sucking and nipping until he reached the tender skin of her neck. She shivered with delight.
“You’re so delicious,” he murmured. “A rare treat for my taste buds.”
Gaby laughed out loud. “You’re so full of shit.”
Alex shook his head slowly. “Gabriella, we have to talk about that mouth of yours.”
“You like my mouth,” she said and ran her lips along his throat. “You love my mouth. The way it tastes. The things it does.”
He released her wrists then and grasped her shoulders, pulling her tight against him. His hard cock pressed into her stomach and a thrill of arousal ran through her. This time, when he took her mouth, he was no longer gentle, but the bruising kiss was just what she needed. He plunged his tongue inside and she had what she wanted at last. Her senses whirled as he circled the interior of her mouth, stroking the recesses, coaxing another groan from deep within her.
He ran his hands beneath her hair and brushed his fingers along her neck, drawing them along her throat, sending sparks of sensation shooting along her skin. She pressed her hips harder against him, the desire whirling stronger. The need building, concentrating between her legs. She clenched her bare pussy as tingles of arousal prickled the sensitive flesh.
Alex moaned and cupped her shoulders, sliding his thumbs beneath the neckline of her dress. She was certain he was going to pull the dress down as he had in the limo. Her skin was so heated, her breasts so swollen, her pussy so wet, she silently urged him to get the damn dress off her.
But he didn’t.
Instead he slowly slipped his fingers from under her dress and lifted his lips from hers. He swallowed and stared at her, his dark eyes unreadable. “I forgot. You didn’t want to have sex again.” He scooped her wineglass off the table with one graceful move. “How’s the Chardonnay? Shall I refill your glass?”

You can check out Bound to Surrender here.

Have you been looking forward to the 50 Shades movie? Are you watching it as part of your Valentine’s Day? Whether you are or not, the sexy 69 Shades books are here for you when you want another dose of sexy heroes and erotic romance!

Natasha
www.natashamoore.com

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Looking Back and Looking Ahead

We’re only days away from saying good-bye to 2014 and welcoming in 2015. I always look back at this time of year and see what I’ve accomplished and look ahead to what I hope to find in a brand new year.

2014 was not as productive for me writing-wise as I would have liked. Still, I released a novel and short story in my Her Royal Romance series, a beach romance novella, and re-released two erotic romances to which I got the rights back, with new covers and in one case, expanded the story to twice its original length. Since this is 69 Shades of Smut after all, I thought I’d recap the two sexy bondage stories for you and let you know what I have planned smut-wise for 2015.

Bound to Submit was originally a Halloween Quickie, but when I got the rights back I took the story past the haunted house and gave this couple more time to find their happy ending.

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Mason’s dark good looks and dominating personality stirred up Kelly’s forbidden fantasies, frightening her so much that she broke up with him. When she agrees to help out at the community haunted house, she never expects to be tied to a bed, playing damsel in distress to Mason’s masked, whip-wielding villain.

Mason knows Kelly is fighting her sexual needs and he hopes that a few hours of playing out her fantasies with him will prove it to her. Bound and under his control, she can’t run away from him this time.

Bound to Surrender has always been one of my favorite erotic romances. A sexy illusionist with talented hands and a bit of a mystery, I kept this story as it was originally written.
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Love is nothing but an illusion. Heiress Gabriella Winslow learned that lesson years ago when her magician boyfriend abandoned her, sick and alone, hundreds of miles from home. In the years that followed, she’s tried to forget him and the erotic bondage games they used to play. But the life she’s made for herself since then still leaves her restless and yearning for something more.

Now a successful illusionist, Alexander Black has returned to settle an old score. And to seduce Gabriella. With a blindfold and handcuffs and blood red roses, he entices his former lover and magician’s assistant back to his Las Vegas penthouse. If all goes according to plan, she’ll surrender to him before she discovers everything isn’t as it seems.

Since they are both bondage stories and both reunion stories, I opted to go with similar covers and titles. I have the rights back on two other erotic romances, one a short fantasy and the other a novel-length futuristic (yes, I had fun trying out a few different genres) and hope to re-release them in 2105. Just part of that looking ahead to the coming year. If you’d like to be notified of my new releases and other news.contests/freebies in the coming year, you can sign up for my mailing list too.

Here’s hoping 2015 brings love and joy and more sexy reading for all our 69 Shades readers!

Natasha
www.natashamoore.com

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Cover Reveal – Bound to Surrender!!

I haven’t been around much the past month or so because a family emergency took me away from home. To be near my parents, hubby and I have traveled from New York to Florida for the coming few months. I’m so glad we bought that new – bigger – RV last spring. We can be comfortable living in it for several months, being close but no longer living in the same house. With the new wifi hot spot we got during our quick run north to pick up the RV, I can now get back online with my computer!

I’d hoped to have Bound to Surrender out before Thanksgiving, but that didn’t happen. I hope to get it proofread and formatted soon and out for sale, but for now I’m excited to share the new cover – another great job by the talented Lacey Savage – and give you a little peek at what’s coming.

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Blurb:

Love is nothing but an illusion. Heiress Gabriella Winslow learned that lesson years ago when her magician boyfriend abandoned her, sick and alone, hundreds of miles from home. In the years that followed, she’s tried to forget him and the erotic bondage games they used to play. But the life she’s made for herself since then still leaves her restless and yearning for something more.

Now a successful illusionist, Alexander Black has returned to settle an old score. And to seduce Gabriella. With a blindfold and handcuffs and blood red roses, he entices his former lover and magician’s assistant back to his Las Vegas penthouse. If all goes according to plan, she’ll surrender to him before she discovers everything isn’t as it seems.

Previously published as Smoke and Mirrors.

Excerpt:

A strong arm wrapped around her shoulders and pulled her against a hard, hot body. At the same time, a long-fingered hand slapped over her mouth. The hand and the familiar, musky scent of arousal identified her assailant as surely as if she didn’t have the blindfold on.
Alexander.
“I always did enjoy watching you struggle,” he said, his lips brushing her ear. His deep voice rumbled through her body. She growled and he snatched his hand away from her mouth as if he could tell she was about to chomp into his flesh.
“You bastard!” She tried to pull away from him, but he held her fast against him.
“Gabriella. Gabriella,” he admonished. “Such words coming out of that refined mouth.”
“Fuck you!”
His chuckle was deep and dark. “Oh no. That’s your job.”
An image of her riding his thick cock, cries of passion ringing in the air, popped into her mind. “In your dreams,” she snapped, and hoped he didn’t hear the slight tremor in her voice.
His lips brushed her cheek. “You have no idea how often you haunt my dreams.”
She was shocked he’d make an admission like that. She wished she could see him, wished she could read the expression on that handsome face. But then, he’d always been good at hiding what he was thinking, so what good would it do? “Why are you doing this, Alex?”
He eased away from her slightly and ran his hand along her bare arm. Shivers followed his fingers along her skin. “I remember your fondness for certain illusions. The cuffs, the blindfold, the scarves.” He paused. “The cage.”
“I never liked the cage.”
He cupped her chin. “Of course you did.” He slid his fingers along her throat, stroking her from chin to chest. “Anticipation, princess. Nothing’s sweeter than anticipation.”
He dropped his fingers and skimmed them across the neckline of her dress, tracing the swells of her breasts. Shivers she hadn’t felt in years ran across her skin. While she knew she shouldn’t be thrilled to feel his hands on her now, she’d dreamed of this night too often to put up a fight.
Oh how well she remembered the expert touch of his fingers along her skin. He could always conjure up the sweetest sensations in her body. Like always, her pulse began to race. Moisture soaked her panties and trickled down her thigh.
He dove his hand beneath the neckline of her dress and cupped one of her breasts. She gasped as he squeezed her flesh and scraped his thumbnail across her sensitive nipple, just as she’d imagined a moment ago. “Ah yes. The one part of you I prefer unbound.”
Gaby dropped her head back onto the seat. The music wove through the air around them. The sensations had never been this strong. Ever.
Alex’s lips slid along her throat, smooth and wet. She moaned and yearned to wrap her arms around him, clasp him to her…
Or better yet, push him away.
But she couldn’t do anything but gasp when he nipped her skin with his teeth. “That’s my girl,” he murmured just loud enough to be heard over the music. “It’s been too long since I’ve had my mouth on you.”

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Now that I’ve settled in the land of sunshine instead of snow, I hope to be able to get a lot of writing done and have more releases to share with you!

Natasha
Bound to Submit
The Cottage Next Door
Playing for Real
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