Today the talented Kryssie Fortune is on our guest couch with an excerpt from her Erotic Suspense novel, "Submission, Secrets & the Soldier."
Sharing an apartment with the man she loves is hard. Moving out is
harder.
Katherine parked outside the auto shop, lugged her
suitcase from the trunk, and unlocked the door. The stairs were steep and
seemingly endless. Once she’d manhandled her bag to the top, she leaned against
the wall, panting and wishing she’d snatched something to eat earlier.
A noise from the back of the apartment had her
spinning around. “Who’s there?”
Luke Roberts sauntered from the bathroom, fresh from
the shower. He’d slicked back his hair, and a towel looped loosely around his
waist. “Kathryn Johnson? What are you doing here? You still craving that
spanking, maybe?”
She couldn’t take her eyes off his damp chest. And
damn, that drop of water running down his pecs enthralled her. Even the red
scars mottling the left side of his body seemed sexy, but she’d never seen
anyone with so many. His legs were bare too, but the towel couldn’t hide his
erection. Then he went and mentioned a spanking. Yes, please.
Her eyes glazed as she pictured herself naked, draped
over his lap with her hands on the floor and her ass in the air. She imagined
the sting of the first slap, and the way it would echo as his palm struck her
bare flesh. Thoughts of him turning her ass red whetted her sensual appetite.
God, after the confrontation with her mom, she really needed that spanking to
settle her nerves.
She’d never known a few simple words and a sexy grin
could make her pussy damp and turn her nipples into hard peaks. Her worries
evaporated into a lust-fueled haze, but as she blinked back to normal, she
stared at the naked man in her
apartment. Her common sense told her to pull back, but she wanted to tug the
towel from his waist, drop to her knees, and suck his cock. Even stopping
herself from reaching out and stroking his massive chest took effort.
She felt her cheeks heat and knew she’d blushed. “That
spanking? Oh! Not here, not now. Only… Damn it, I didn’t come to discuss my
needs, but… No. What are you doing here?”
Her gaze dropped. The scars on his face paled to the
wounds covering his left leg and the left side of his chest. Red and deep, they
pitted every inch of flesh. Tiny patches of shiny skin, badly healed burns,
shone between the scars.
Much as his injuries roused her sympathy, they added
another layer to the sexy Dom teasing her about a spanking. His mental
toughness must be amazing to have survived such severe injuries. No wonder he
had flashbacks.
Kathryn yearned to reach out and run her hand down his
scars and tell him they didn’t matter—but they clearly did to him. Unsure how
to reassure him, she said nothing. Besides, her brain couldn’t move past that
spanking he promised her. Maybe afterward, he’d take her to bed. Good grief, screwing a stranger? What am I
thinking?
Blurb:
Luke Roberts, a former army mechanic, has a new sub.
She's shy and inexperienced, but willing. As he teaches her about sensation
play, she fears he'll really hurt her and screams her safewords at him. Her
reaction causes Luke to have a flashback. Although he's clawing his way back to
normal, he suffers from PTSD. Determined to get well, he contacts a PTSD
specialist in Westhorpe Ridge.
Kathryn Johnson has visited a BDSM club three times. When she hooks up with Luke Roberts, he unintentionally terrifies her. She swears off spankings and goes home to Westhorpe Ridge. The last person she expects to see there is Luke Roberts.
Kathryn Johnson has visited a BDSM club three times. When she hooks up with Luke Roberts, he unintentionally terrifies her. She swears off spankings and goes home to Westhorpe Ridge. The last person she expects to see there is Luke Roberts.
Circumstances force them to
share an apartment. Can Luke protect her when danger threatens? Or is she just
a temporary sub in residence?
About the Author:
Kryssie is
never seen without her kindle. She reads everything and anything she can get
her hands on. When she discovered hot, sexy reads, she felt like she’d found
her home. The only books she hates are the ones that end with a cliff hanger or
have unhappy endings.
Kryssie tries
to set her stories in places she’s explored. Hopefully, it adds color to her
writing. Anything can spark a story idea. Sometimes she takes liberties though.
The North Yorkshire town of Whitby is one of her favorite places. To keep the
details of her imaginary town, Westhorpe Ridge consistent, she mentally shunted
Whitby over the Atlantic and renamed it Westhorpe Ridge.
When not
writing, Kryssie loves to walk on the beach of home town, Bridlington, or
potter in her garden. Popping down to London to see her family is her favorite
thing to do.
Kryssie
currently has thirteen books on general release along with a boxed e-book of
the first three Westhorpe Ridge stories. All her stories are M/ F or M/M/F. All
are edited by publishing houses in either the UK or the USA. While her stories
sizzle with sex, plot comes before bed. Life’s always an adventure going on in
Kryssie’s world.
I'm late to the party, but thank you for hosting me.
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