TAMED by Lynne Maris

Katrina Keens has discovered the man she longs for, Professor Derek Jacobson, is a Dom. Though BDSM is something she’s never tried, the idea of submitting to Derek is darkly arousing. All she needs is one chance to slip past the strict student-professor boundary he has been unwilling to breach.

And now that opportunity has come, a way to show Derek that she can be the woman he needs. Without waiting for his permission.

Unaware of her identity at a masked sex party, he offers Katrina everything she’s dreamed of—to be her master for the night, teasing her with a promise of intensely arousing discipline and praise.

Only Derek is a demanding master. Learning to serve his needs is a ruthless lesson in pleasure she won’t soon forget.

REVIEWS
Shannon calls Tamed "...A spellbinding tale...Kinky and electrifying...a story you won't want to end."

Chrissy Dionne calls TAMED "... one smoldering story that I couldn't resist... fast paced, full of emotional turmoil and lots of hot sweaty sex..."


Very Highly Recommended - Sandie  SamhainCafe

A taste of TAMED...

EXCERPT 1
“Kat…Kat?” Derek knelt down in front of her desk, his deep blue eyes troubled as they searched hers. “Are you okay?”

She quickly scanned the lecture hall and, realizing it was empty except for the two of them, felt her cheeks flame. She’d never lost her focus during a lecture before, particularly not one of Derek’s, but that’s exactly what happened today. And worse than that, she’d been so engrossed in her imaginings that she hadn’t even noticed when the lecture ended so she might skate out with the other students. No, here she sat, the sole focus of Derek’s attention, wet and breathless from her desire.

His brows furrowed; his voice deepened. “Kat,” he demanded, gripping her knee.

“Der—Professor.” She surged to her feet, sending her messenger bag tumbling to the floor in an avalanche of books and folders. “Oh, God, I’m fine, I’m so sorry,” she gasped, burning with shame as she still burned from her fantasy.

“I’m just glad you’re all right.” He gathered a few of her books and handed them over to her, as she clumsily dumped them back into the bag. “You haven’t seemed yourself this last week.” Katrina shoved a folder into her bag with one hand as she reached out to take the next book Derek was handing her. “Is there anything you want to talk a—”

Her attention snapped to Derek, arrested mid-word. His face was a steely mask as he stared down at the book held between them. Her breath burst out in whoosh as though she’d taken a physical blow. Of all the books! The cover was a black-and-white close-up photo of a woman’s bare back. Her wrists were bound behind her in wide black leather bands, secured through D-rings to an equally impressive leather belt around her waist. It was BDSM erotica, a darkly sensual tale of bondage and submission that had both excited and alarmed her. She’d been aroused by the vivid imagery and poignant emotions depicted, and devoured each page, each test, each reward, until her body burned with a need to experience firsthand the act of submitting for the sole purpose of satisfying one man. What she’d read and the need it aroused in her was the very reason her mind had wandered so far from the lecture, but never far from Derek.

Abruptly he pushed the book into her hand and rose. Katrina’s gaze locked on the floor. She couldn’t look at him, was terrified to see his reaction, if he even had one.

When he spoke his tone was cool and flat. “Finish picking up your things, Kat.” She immediately gathered the rest of her belongings and stuffed them into her bag as Derek walked back around to his desk. “I was saying, if you ever need to talk, come to me. I value our relationship. You’ve been an apt pupil and an unparalleled assistant. On this track, we have a bright future together, and I won’t allow anything to interfere with that. Am I clear, Katrina?”

Lifting her head, she forced her eyes to meet his. “Yes, Professor.”

She understood exactly what he was telling her. He wouldn’t jeopardize their relationship by moving beyond the bounds of academia. Her heart felt as though it were shattering within her chest, each shard slashing at the hope she’d harbored all these years.

Throwing her bag over her shoulder she managed a quick nod and then ran up the stairs and out of the lecture hall. The door closed behind her with a loud click and she fell back against the wall, desperately trying to catch her breath, to still the shaking in her hands, quiet the screaming in her head.

It wasn’t fair. She could be what he wanted, do anything he demanded. She could make him happy. If only he wanted her to. But he’d made it clear, he would not breach the boundaries of their relationship and give her the chance to prove herself.

Damn circumstance! If they’d met in any other capacity, she would have had her chance. She knew it. Their chemistry was undeniable. It hung thick and heavy between them every time they were together. Blinking back her tears she shook off the numbing sense of helplessness that stole over her body. She wouldn’t give in, wouldn’t give up. She would find a chance to prove herself to him, she had to.

 EXCERPT 2
Chills skittered over her skin as he pushed the cup of the bustier down and exposed one rosy red nipple, bunched tight from his attentions. He skimmed around the outside of the creamy swell, making her wait as he drew nearer to the aching nub. His eyes narrowed, still holding hers, when, at last, he settled his thumb and forefinger at either side of her nipple, then rolling it lightly, increased the pressure.

His thigh slid farther between her legs and back again as he pulled at the pebbled tip. Heat seared her from cunt to tit as he moved his thigh in sync with the tease of his strong fingers at her breast. She gasped at the pinch and pull, until her pleasured moan mingled with her pained cry. She was on the brink of climax, her breath ragged, her heart pounding. Derek! She almost cried out his name but caught herself at the last second. She couldn’t reveal that she knew who he was without revealing her identity as well. At this stage, that was too much of a risk.

He eased his leg back from its hold. The pressure was gone but the heat remained.

She blinked. What was he doing?

Leaning forward so his mouth grazed her ear, he answered the unspoken question. “All you have to do is say it.”

Her voice wavered as she asked, “Say what?”

“Say ‘yes, Master’ and you will be mine for the night.”

There it was. All her planning had come down to this. Everything was within her grasp and all she had to do was choose it. Her throat tightened, stifling her words as she fought the sudden rise of panic swelling within her, the irrational tears that threatened to come. No!

This was what she wanted. Clearing her head, she forced herself to study Derek’s face, remember every moment they shared together. She could do this. She wanted to.

He traced half circles back and forth over the tops of her breasts and then stopped to pull the bustier back up over the tortured nipple. The leather was soft against her sensitive skin, but she longed for the wet of his mouth instead. Her mind spun. She was so aroused, so near to coming, she could barely think.

His hands moved to her upper arms and he turned her around, pulling her shoulder blades into his chest. His cock bulged through his pants, pressing against the small of her back, his solid thighs against her ass. They stood angled against the wall in a hallway overflowing with anonymous guests, but for Katrina there was no one there but them. The world ceased to spin in anticipation of her answer. It should have been easy, she’d been planning this night, waiting for her chance for months, but now she was overwhelmed by trepidation.

Did she really dare to uncover what dark desires lay behind those blue eyes that had never looked at her quite this way before?

His left hand circled around her hip and slid under the hiked skirt to her soaked G-string. Grazing her bare neck and shoulder with his teeth, he growled, “You’re so wet now. But this is nothing compared to what I could do to you.” He hooked a finger under the swatch of sodden fabric and pulled it to the side, exposing her clean-shaven pussy to the warm air swirling around them. “These panties are in my way.”

“Take them off,” she begged, gasping at the sting of the strap as it snapped off her hips almost before the last word escaped her lips.

He fingered the torn garment, bringing it up so that Katrina could see the darkened fabric, smell her own musky scent. He tucked the wet panties into the cleavage of the bustier, leaving just the crotch peaking out. Stroking down her arms from shoulders to wrists, he took her hands and pressed them against the wall. “Stay,” came the low command from behind her.

“I would tie you up, punish you,” he growled at her ear. The bullwhip was in his grip now, the handle in one hand, the slack looped in the other. Her heart skittered at the sight of it as he lowered the handle to hip level and rested it against her mound. It was thick and long and looked almost like ivory, shining, poised above her pussy in a taunt.

“I would make you obey,” he whispered, taking the soft wound leather of the whip and stroking between her lips, circling her swollen clit. Her juices seeped from her tightening core, coating her thighs with a trickle of wet.

“Take you as I desired, filling every hole any way I pleased.”

Breath entered her lungs in staggered pulls as she listened to his promises and threats.

He teased the handle between her slick folds, sending shuddering waves of pleasure through her faster than the streaks of terror could follow. “Say it.”

Tuesday, September 9, 2008

MY MORNING MENAGE

(dramatization, Lynne's home, 7am)

I couldn't wait... I had to have it...

Rushing downstairs, I ran past Mr. Coffee straight into Mac's room. I wanted my fingers on him fast. I knew what I need, and this morning, Mac was the only one who could give it to me.

But without Joe, something was missing. I stroked my fingers over the hard, unyielding planes of Mac's sleek but powerful form. "I'm sorry... I just can't. When I'm with you, I'm thinking about him. When I have him, I want to be with you, too..."

Mac was quiet. I knew he understood. He'd always been good to me, opened up easily. Mac was the reliable one. Generous and undemanding. Never stalling when I asked him to try something new...

Silently, I left the room.

Joe was hot, ready and waiting. God, I wanted him... I wanted them together... my hands on Mac, damn he was so responsive... Joe on my tongue, strong and addictive, warming me from the inside...

It was so good. Finally everything I wanted, all at once... almost. There was only one more thing I still needed... the one thing that started it all...I wanted Nice and Naughty by Jayne Rylon and and Mac was ready to give it to me...

lol, okay enough of my spazy morning fun. I blame Jayne for putting me in this state of mind.


Damn, this is one smoking cover!!

Jayne's gotten some contest credit for this one too... here's the blurb to give you a taste of what I'm so excited about...

“Nice and Naughty” by Jayne Rylon

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Read An Excerpt Online

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ISBN: 1-60504-251-X
Length: Novella
Price: 3.50
Publication Date: September 9, 2008
Cover art by Scott Carpenter

Menage and More Anthology

Can one man satisfy Alexa’s appetites? Or will it take two?

After a disastrous lesson in heartache, Alexa Jones confines her adrenaline rushes to intense boardroom negotiations. Her legendary control cracks and she indulges in a high-octane encounter on the hood of her sports car. She never planned to see the enticing stranger again. When she finds herself across the boardroom table from him, there’s suddenly more at stake than just her career.

Justin Winston got more than he bargained for on his summer drive, but he should have known nothing is ever that easy. He’s met the woman of his dreams yet he doesn’t know who she is. Luckily, he can always count on his practical brother for the things that matter, and this time is no exception. But, when a web of corporate espionage entangles them all, it’s clear Justin isn’t the only one who’s fallen for their mysterious siren.

In Justin and Jason, Alexa finds something as unique and rare as the patent they will risk their lives to secure. The freedom to explore—and satisfy—the full range of her desires. From naughty to nice. Can Alexa accept the love of two men?

Warning: This story contains light bondage, anal play and smoking hot brothers for double the fun and double the trouble.

Posted by Lynne Maris at 7:07 AM
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2 comments:

edenzdream said...

Wow. Ten Days in Paradise...have you ever wondered HOW they take the photos for those saucy covers??? I mean, THEY'RE ON THE BEACH!!! What did they do, vacate it before they started shooting??? Invite passers-by to stop and watch??? lol

September 9, 2008 8:13 AM
Lynne Maris said...

Ten Days in Paradise is such a damn hot cover and such a hot book too. I love that one!! I know, I'm such a sucker for those dirty, intense make-out covers.

September 9, 2008 8:44 AM

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