Welcome Author Alannah Lynn to the blog!
I’m am LOVING Saved By His Submissive!!! Although, right now, I want to reach through the Kindle and shake the shit out of Garrett! 😀 Angel, at some point, you and I HAVE to sit down, have a drink, and talk shop. I loved the interview you did on Tuesday (thanks for the tremendous shout-out!), but the one thing you said that really struck me was the importance of writing the truth. I did an interview last week, and when they asked me what advice I would give a new writer, I said the exact same thing. You always have to write the truth… even when it makes the reader want to reach through the Kindle and shake the shit out of the hero for being an idiot!! LMAO You’ve done an awesome job writing this the way it needed to be told.
Saved By His Submissive is an amazing book!! Congratulations on the new release, and thanks for allowing me the opportunity to participate in your release party!!!
The world’s best-stocked toy drawer can only take a gal so far. Bored with her current assortment of vibrating, plastic pieces, building inspector Sam Wallace decides to add a new sex toy to her collection: Kevin Mazze.The sexy Italian is more than happy to help her live out her long-held sexual fantasies, and trusting him with her body is easy. Trusting him with her heart, however, is not… especially when he commits an unforgiveable sin.
Myrtle Beach developer Kevin Mazze is one of the good guys. He’s spent his life always doing the right things and making those around him happy. When he meets the woman of his dreams, at the worst possible time, he finds himself making bad choices in the name of good and crossing lines he never thought he would… while praying she never finds out.
Sam rounded the bedroom door as Kevin slid the bottom drawer open for the full reveal.
The rhetorical question she asked on the boardwalk had been answered. The day could get more embarrassing; her mortification was complete.
The wheels of time ground to a screeching halt… stood still for several heartbeats… then, one cog at a time, began to turn in slow motion. His eyes widened in surprise at not finding a pillow and blanket as expected, but a mass profusion of eroticism that would make a seasoned hooker blush. He blinked once, then twice as his nostrils flared and his chest rose and fell with sharp, heavy breaths. His head swiveled toward her, and he trained nearly black eyes on her face.
Her cheeks flamed, and she wanted to turn and flee from the room as fast as her hop-along gait would allow, but she was locked in place, held captive by his intense stare. Besides, even if she could escape, where would she go? Running back to the couch wouldn’t undo any of this or magically make him forget what he saw.
She shifted her weight, trying to ease the pressure on her heel, but he must’ve thought she was preparing to bolt because he said,
His command, delivered in a rough, raspy voice, made her good leg go weak, and she grabbed hold of the waist-high dresser for balance.
“These are things your friend sells?”
She swallowed again and went for a joke, hoping to ease a little of the tension. “I’m a quality control tester. If I give a good rating, she sells it. If not…” She shrugged and glanced at the leather slapper in his hand.
“Can I assume you only keep the good stuff, or…” He picked up the Long Dong and flipped his eyes to her. “Does the bad stuff settle to the bottom while your favorites stay on top?”
She flicked her attention to the paddle and chewed her bottom lip. “Something like that.”
He replaced the vibrator and traced a pattern in the wood-grain paddle, as she’d done the night before. She tried to settle her choppy breathing by drawing in deep, uneven breaths, but it was a losing battle.
“What’s your favorite?”
She glanced at the Double Dong and shook her head. Oh, hell no. It was bad enough he learned she had a whole drawer full of this stuff; no way would she share her deepest secrets. She didn’t need to vocalize anything, however. Her eyes had given her away.
He picked up the double dildo and his eyebrows arched dramatically. His throat pumped a few times before he cleared it and said, “Can you take this whole thing, sugar?”
She pressed her lips together and willed her body not to betray her further.
“I’m taking your silence as a yes. Interesting…”
She pressed her palms against the dresser, preparing to push into an upright position. In a quick, fluid motion, Kevin had the paddle in his hand, the bedroom door shut, and stood next to her, blocking her path.
Alannah believes there’s nothing more magical than finding the other half of your soul, experiencing fiery passion, and knowing you’ve found happily-ever-after.
She loves going to work each day (in sweats and a T-shirt) and writing about hot heroes and feisty heroines who torment each other in the most delicious ways before finding their happy ending.
She lives in the coastal region of North Carolina with her husband, who also happens to be her best friend and biggest fan. They have two sons, a dog, a cat and an outrageous number of ducks and geese that inhabit the pond on their farm. She loves chatting and making new friends, so visit her on the web at www.alannahlynne.com/ or on Facebook at www.facebook.com/authoralannahlynne
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Alannah has agreed to give away two copies of any Heat Wave Novel, winner’s choice. All you have to do is leave a meaningful comment and fill out the rafflecopter below. The contest is open until midnight on 3/3/13 and all winners will be chosen and contacted on 3/4/13. I hope you all enjoyed this stop in the Launch Party. Be sure to stop back at the top of the hour for another great author and giveaway.