Mae West
Intro#2
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Love Cuffs
Ashlyn Chase
Dalton Diaz
At thirty-eight, Hope Daniels is a Jersey cop with superhuman hearing, a controlling mother, and she’s about to marry any sane woman’s last choice of a groom. Right before she walks down the aisle, she hears distant screams. Figuring someone should be rescued, she bolts from her mother’s vision of a royal wedding. But when she busts down the door of a BDSM club, she’s the one who winds up in handcuffs.
Dorian Markoff is intent on using a hypnotist to wipe the beautiful cop’s mind of his—and his club’s—existence. But the hypnotist is in Vegas so a mad romp ensues, involving lots of hot vanilla-ish sex that turns his BDSM lifestyle upside down.
Neither guesses what an adventure it will be to find the hypnotist, avoid one unintentionally snubbed Dominatrix, and explain it all to Hope’s mother.
All while falling in love.
Excerpt- PG 13
“Time to get out, lover,” Dorian said.
That damn, suede-soft voice of his turned me on all over again. What was wrong with me? Was I a nympho? I just wanted to jump his bones at every turn. As he opened his car door and got out, the drag on my arm reminded me that I had to scoot over to his side—either that or pull my cuffed arm out of its socket.
“Haven’t you ever enjoyed the feeling of allowing your lover some freedom, knowing they’ll stay because they want to—not because they have to?”
A look of surprise crossed his face. “Are you saying you’d stay with me because you want to?”
“No. Just curious.”
He humphed—if that’s a word. At any rate he made a noise that sounded like disappointment.
I probably should have minded my own business, because after that he towed me a little roughly up to the front door of a well-hidden home. As Ivan unlocked it, he said, “Welcome to my hillside hacienda.”
Holy Shit. As we entered the main home from the foyer, a large open floor plan revealed the size of the place. Travertine stone floors and one wall of solid rock gave it a semi cave-like feel. Some hacienda! Were all Doms stinkin’ rich cavemen? The opposite wall of glass looked out over millions of glittering lights that could only be Sin City at night. If I had to be held hostage, this beat the heck out of a grubby warehouse.
“Thanks, man.” Dorian clapped his friend on the shoulder and waited for him to set the alarm.
As I think I’ve said before, patience isn’t one of my virtues. Hell, even virtue isn’t one of my virtues. “So, asshole, are you going to unhook us now, or what?”
Dorian tucked his hand in his pants pocket.
Ivan’s eyes bugged out. “Man, I know you like a challenge and everything but are you going to let her talk to you like that?”
“I’ve had to muzzle her before but it doesn’t seem to do much good. I don’t think she can be broken.”
Broken? Housebroken? I know we had that whole dog discussion earlier but I thought it was metaphorical. “What the hell do you mean by that?”
The infuriating bastard didn’t answer me.
Ivan continued their conversation as if I weren’t even in the room. “Most subs aren’t this mouthy even in the beginning. Are you sure she’s worth it?”
Dorian laughed. “I’m not sure of anything where Hope’s concerned.”
“Wait just a minute. What are you two blabbering about? I’m not a sub. Never was and never will be.” Just for emphasis, I slapped Dorian’s shoulder. “And by the way, in case you didn’t notice, I’m right here!”
Ivan shook his head. “I guess we’d better find Larry soon. I can’t stand her abusing you much longer.”
That struck me so funny, I burst out laughing.
“I’ll have to stay here and watch her. Even though she can’t escape, I’m sure she’ll try. I don’t want her fucking up your alarm system if she tries to disable it.”
“Better you than me, buddy. Listen, make yourself comfortable. Larry can be hard to find when he doesn’t want to be bothered by his fans. I might be gone a while.”
“Who’s Larry, anyway?” Larry the lounge lizard? That would be just what I needed.
“He’s the hypnotist we’ve been looking for,” Dorian said. “Although from the sounds of it, we might as well be searching for the Holy Grail.”
“Oh, that’s just awesome. So then what? Am I going to spend the rest of my life bound to you?”
He smiled, wryly. “Would that be so bad?”
* * * * *
Another two minutes and I would have missed her escape. I’d done the best I could with what I had but obviously it hadn’t been enough to hold her. I should have just taken her with me or had Ivan come straight to the room instead of meeting him in the garage but I’d wanted a few minutes alone with him to discuss my options. Beyond needing some peripheral help, I hadn’t wanted to involve the other club owner any more than necessary. I was dealing with a cop, after all.
Thanks to Hope, my good intentions were once again blown to hell. We couldn’t take her back inside, couldn’t take her anywhere public and we had to get the hell out of there quickly in case we’d been caught on surveillance by security guards who weren’t members of Ivan’s club. Hey, I’d chosen that hotel for a reason.
The club itself was near too many landmarks, which left Ivan’s home. No need to confirm we were headed there. I’d have done the same for Ivan had the situation been reversed.
True to form, Hope fell asleep, woke up, embarrassed me, then played twenty questions without the twenty limit. I sighed, I laughed, I got a boner.
Fuck. I fell further in love.
This was not a good thing. Ivan had said it best, even though “normal” was the last category I would ever stick Hope in. I had always pictured myself living the same life as my parents—vanilla on the outside, with a sharp bite smoothed by a creamy center. They had loved each other, loved the lifestyle, so much so that they had started the club where others could safely indulge their same fantasies.
Hope didn’t hesitate to show her sharp bite the second we’d entered Ivan’s home. I understood that side of her, hell, it got me hard every time but she knew Ivan was also a Dom. Calling me an asshole in front of him was not her brightest moment. And that was saying a lot. She seemed to think her being a sub was ridiculous. I knew better. There’s a little sub in every woman.
My story in Nectar of the Gods anthology:
Oh My God
Ashlyn Chase
What happens when a Greek God has amnesia--especially Dionysus, the biggest bad boy of Mount Olympus?
The Greek God of wine, women, and party, falls off a balcony and lands on his head during Mardi Gras in New Orleans. Now he has amnesia and has to rely on witnesses to tell him about his life. All he knows is that they call him ‘Big D,’ and he’s a party animal who drinks too much and ought to give up alcohol for Lent.
Mandy and Brandy flashed Dionysus right before he fell and feel partially responsible for his amnesia. They’re nice enough to take him to an AA meeting, and then back to their homes until he recovers his memory. Fortunately, they’re not too nice to be naughty. They all agree that replacing a bad habit with a healthy one is the key to sobriety, and what could be healthier than sex? Will he come between friends before they know who he is? Will Zeus separate all of them, forever?
Excerpt:
I woke up the next day underneath Mandy’s red, satin sheet and had a hard time finding my way out. I smiled as I remembered why I was upside down and under the covers. That girl was full of surprises. As it turned out, I didn’t need to teach her a thing.
I heard the shower running and remembered that she had to work. Bummer. Then I wondered if I had a job somewhere and I was AWOL. Had anyone missed me yet? What did I do for a living? Salesman? I seemed able to sell Mandy on just about anything I wanted to do.
Work was something I had to look into but I wasn’t all that anxious to find any. I was enjoying myself. If I found out I had responsibilities, especially if they were pure drudgery, well, I just wouldn’t think about that yet. But if my memory didn’t return, I would have to get a job. I didn’t want to mooch off of anyone for too long.
Ah, the shower stopped. Should I walk in and surprise her? As I was getting to my feet, I realized that I could easily wear out my welcome, if not my hostess. Besides, it was really time to hit the road. We’d had a good time but I needed to show my face around town and see if anyone recognized it. I’d find that balcony in the French Quarter but late at night, after the parties started.
Mandy popped her towel-wrapped head into the bedroom. In a long, pink cotton robe with rhinestones around the collar and cuffs and a freshly washed face with no makeup, she looked even more innocent. But I knew better, now.
“Oh, you’re up. I’ll throw together some breakfast. You must be starving.”
I grinned and said, “Yeah. I worked up quite an appetite last night. Have you got a side of beef or a roast pig on hand?”
She giggled in that cute way she had, said, “I’ll find something,” and disappeared. I assumed to the kitchen. I went to the bathroom to wash up and dress. Hmmm. My clothes were beginning to smell a bit ripe. I needed to wash them, but without a laundry, I improvised. I climbed into the claw-footed bathtub with my jeans and jockey shorts and washed everything in strawberry scented soap. My shirt buttons were gone, so I tossed the shirt in the trash and bathed my armpits. Then I drained the tub, pulled the shower curtain around me and rinsed off in the warm spray. Getting into wet clothes isn’t the easiest thing I’ve ever done.
I had rung my clothes out, but still left little puddles trailing behind me on the wood floor as I made my way to the kitchen. I’d just have to dry out in the sun.
“Good morning, beautiful,” I said. Mandy was taking corn bread out of the oven. It smelled delicious and my mouth watered like I hadn’t eaten for days. In actuality, I hadn’t eaten anything since a donut at the AA meeting. Hmmm. Free food. Maybe I could go to another meeting or two.
“I don’t usually eat at home but I had this in the fridge. I hope it’s enough.” There was butter, cream cheese, jelly and peanut butter on the table. I piled a bit of everything on a couple of generous slices of hot cornbread and crammed big bites into my mouth before they crumbled.
Her azure eyes grew wide in amusement, but she didn’t try to teach me manners, thank goodness. I appreciated her easy-going style. Mandy embodied the meaning of Big Easy.
“So, what are you going to do today?” she asked.
“Dunno.” That was all I could mumble around the mouthful of peanut butter, jelly and cream cheese on chunks of cornbread.
