Hi everyone! I’m Gillian Archer and am so thrilled to be here. A huge thank you to my gorgeous and talented mentor Eden Bradley for inviting me! (And no I’m not just sucking up. Although she does scare me a little. Whips have been mentioned and I don’t think they’re figurative LOL.)
(Eden/Eve: The whips are most certainly NOT figurative. I have quite a collection. *pets her favorite cat-o-nine. No need to be scared, though. Pain is pleasure around here. *G*)
Speaking of being scared and excited, the heroine in my new release, Wicked Weekend goes through a jumbled mixture of the two when she meets a sexy dominant at the bar…
Why did Lauren Vaughn introduce her sister to the man she herself was crazy about? Now Lauren is watching the happy couple at their combined bachelor/bachelorette party—while Lauren sits all alone at the bar. Until she spots a hot stranger with the telltale black handkerchief in his pocket: the signal for “seeks no-strings affair with sexy submissive.”
Lauren can’t take her eyes off him. So when he comes over, she kicks her inner good girl to the curb and follows Jamie Forman to his room, where he makes her scream with pleasure all night long.
But Jamie is a complicated man. He can’t handle how desperately he wants her in his bed—and his life. It’s up to Lauren to teach him how to make all night last forever.
She tried to take a calming breath against the rising panic. She could do this. She wanted to do this. “Nice room,” she croaked.
“What? Oh, thanks.” He turned around and faced her. “Would you like something to drink?”
She shook her head. Probably better not to get too buzzed. She wanted to be able to remember every detail of what promised to be a memorable night.
He brushed a hand down her arm before taking her palm in his. “Look at me.”
She took a gulping breath and obeyed. He looked…in control. A glint of steel gleamed in his brown eyes yet his face was relaxed. Calm but authoritative. She loosened up slightly even as electricity arced up her arm at the touch of his hand.
“All that’s left is a safe word. Your choice. Unless you have any more questions?”
Her mind reeled, at war with the swirling butterflies in her tummy. Questions? She couldn’t think of any…
She shook her head again.
“Come on, kitten. You have to say something. Are you having second thoughts?” He dropped her hand and stepped back to the door, resting his hand on the knob. “Do you want to go?”
“No!” She winced at her overloud voice in the quiet of his room. “No, I don’t want to go.” She paused and took a deep breath. “Condoms!”
“Your safe word is condoms? That’s a new one.”
She smiled at his teasing. “No. I just wanted to make sure you have them. And that you’ll use them.”
He walked back to her and held her by the shoulders. “Of course. I insist on it.” He reached up and brushed the hair from her eyes. “Are you sure? Are you ready to follow my orders and let me control your pleasure?”
She took a deep breath. A musky, slightly woodsy scent filled her head as Jamie filled her vision. She’d forever associate the scent with him and tonight.
“Yes. I’m ready. Lawsuit.”
“Your safe word is lawsuit?” His lips quirked in that appealing way of his, urging hers to curl, as well.
She nodded in reply. A flush of warmth pooled in her lower abdomen and her nipples hardened. It was really going to happen. Him. Her. Spanking naughtiness. Oh God.
“Fair enough. From now on you will address me as either ‘sir’ or ‘Jay,’ understand?” He paused for her nod then his voice turned hard. “Go into the bedroom, take off all your clothes and stand with your nose in the corner.”
Lauren stared back in mute silence. This was it. Her fantasy coming to life. Her knees turned to jelly at the thought of what was to come, of what she was going to let him do to her. Oh, this was going to be good.
“What are you waiting for? GO!”
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Of course it’s not a guest blog without a little giveaway! So tell me in the comments what you think would make a humorous safe word and you’ll have a chance to win my menage book FRIENDLY SEDUCTION! A winner will be announced here in the comments tomorrow night!
Gillian Archer lives in Northern Nevada with her amazing husband and two goofy dogs. When she’s not writing (but probably should be) Gillian is usually thinking about naughty things, doing naughty things, or watching reality tv (hey, don’t judge! LOL). You can also find her at her website, on Facebook, or Twitter.