Here’s an excerpt:

“I like knots to stimulate pressure points. This one?” he whispered beside her ear, pressing the tie she’d complained about more intimately against her with a gentle rocking motion. “Massages pleasure points most women know nothing about. I know everything about them, and I use them to their best advantage.”

When he pulled back, Bailey opened her eyes and studied him. Something had changed. Him, her, or both of them, but things were different now. Power had shifted. He was in control and she didn’t know why. He hadn’t really done anything extreme other than be firm in his talking with her, and yet, she was feeling foolish and kind of ashamed at the way she’d complained before. She’d behaved… immature was a word that came to mind.

Yeah, because he was totally mature. Powerful. Tempting. Sort of scary which was utterly sexy somehow. She nearly sighed with that last thought. “What’s changed here?”

“I know when to be a man and when to be a Dom. I think you’ve just learned the difference.”

She nodded and tried not to squirm, but he was pressing that knot a little harder and it wasn’t so much she wanted to tell him to stop that bothered her. It was just the opposite that worried her more.

“I have roughly ten minutes left and I plan on using that time wisely. I want to get to know you.”

Her relief over hearing that was short lived when he readjusted, moving down on the bed, and easing up into a kneeling position. One look at his intense and determined expression, and she knew his idea of getting to know her was far different than hers. He wasn’t going to ask her lame questions like she’d asked him.

What did that tell her? It was time for her to be just as determined as he seemed to be. She wasn’t going to die from embarrassment as he examined the ropes, that knot—God, did he pry her cheeks open—nope, she wasn’t going to cringe or close her eyes or cry fucking pickle! She was going to be grown up about all this. An idea that she nearly abandoned when he slid his fingers against her slick folds.

“You’re wet, Bailey.” His sizzling gaze finally lifted as he searched her face. “I like that. I also like how well you’ve taken to be tied. I’m a man who knows what he wants. I understand how to get it, but it will be so much easier now that I know you’re comfortable with rope.”

She was going to say she wasn’t. That she was only trying to impress him, yet the words died in her throat. They were drowned by the silent scream of desire she had, to see what he was going to do next.

She should have known his ensuing action was going to be spectacular. She should have guessed. A guy like him…

(end)

I’ll be doing a cover reveal on September 12th. They’ll be a raffle for some $$ and a chance to win the eBook version of Stare Her Down too! The pre-order link should be up by then as well. Can’t. Wait. I’m dying for these two to meet the world!

Riley