Today it is my complete pleasure to welcome Tina Donahue to our Realm. We are thrilled we get to host such a creative, successful writer. As part of her jaw-dropping Illicit Intent book tour (other stops along this curvy sensual road here) we are featuring her book, Losing Control. Perfect for my post, don't you think? Don't you love the series title: Appointment with Pleasure? Here's a tease for all you naughty little ladies out there:
When it comes to passion, there are no rules.
She wasn’t supposed to hunger for him. Tim was off
limits to Catherine, a high-priced call girl with an uneasy past. Indulging in
his raw desire shouldn’t have happened, especially at a party attended by the
nation’s elite. Tim doesn’t know she works for the agency. If he did… That’s
not something Catherine wants to confess. Drowning in his strength and heat,
aching to see him again, she keeps her secret.
Tim has never met anyone quite like Catherine. Exotic,
elegant, earthy, she’s the best of all worlds. Their evenings are sensual
delights where voyeurism, bondage and a growing bond satisfy carnal needs and
stir something deep within—until he stumbles upon the truth.
Shaken by her lies, Tim needs to prove the depth of
Catherine’s lust and yearning once and for all. For him, their erotic adventure
has only begun.
Wow. Way to go, Tina Donahue!
Now if that didn't get you, how about this little excerpt? You're in for a treat. 5 lucky commenters will win a copy of this book. You must leave your email address in your comments to participate. Here's the question you must ask: Have you ever wanted someone you couldn't have?
Here's the excerpt from Losing Control:
Thank you, Tina, for gracing us today on The Realm. Come on, ladies, don't be bashful. This is all very hush-hush. What's a little light bondage among friends?
Sharon
Wow. Way to go, Tina Donahue!
Now if that didn't get you, how about this little excerpt? You're in for a treat. 5 lucky commenters will win a copy of this book. You must leave your email address in your comments to participate. Here's the question you must ask: Have you ever wanted someone you couldn't have?
Here's the excerpt from Losing Control:
Chapter
One
He was the one man she’d been forbidden to meet…to sleep
with, exploring her most pressing carnal needs. With him, there would be many.
Deep, hungry kisses, the feel of his nudity confining hers. His body hot, hard,
demanding. His clean skin scented with musk.
At the thought of what she wasn’t allowed, Catherine
Oliver whimpered.
He didn’t hear. He was in the foyer, at the bottom of
the mansion’s sweeping staircase, one of tonight’s party attendees, not yet
aware of her presence.
Good sense told Catherine to slip back into the powder
room where she’d checked her makeup and hair a few minutes before. A group of
women exited the spacious room now, some young, others matronly, all decked out
in pricey gold necklaces, shimmering diamonds, rubies, pearls, designer silks
and velvets. They left a trail of subtle perfume in their wake as they moved
past her and the landing to the far end of the hall. Expensive fabrics swirled
delicately around their ankles, a perfect match to their well-bred murmurs and
subdued laughter.
Beneath it, Catherine heard Alexa Marsh’s warning in her
mind.
“Tim Bellamy might be at the party this evening. He’s
bad news, believe me. Stay away from him.”
Catherine didn’t retreat, not taking as much as a step
back.
A lifetime of having others say she couldn’t do this or
couldn’t be that had nurtured a stubborn streak. It and pure will had propelled
her from less-than-humble beginnings to this Georgetown estate tonight. What
she knew of Tim Bellamy—along with seeing him in the flesh, so to speak—kept
her rooted to the spot, curious, needy for more. She trailed her fingertips
over the polished mahogany banister, imagining she was touching the hard planes
of his chest, his strong arms, his cock stiffened for her alone.
God, he was something.
In his early thirties, he wore his dark-blond hair
cropped short on the sides with a bit of length at the top. After a few minutes
of bed play, those thick locks would surely tumble over his forehead. His eyes
were gray, his features masculine, downright aristocratic, a strong jaw and
rich mouth. The kind a long-ago ruler might have owned, his deep baritone
equally impressive as he ordered his newest concubine…an untried virgin…to
pleasure him or else.
On a quiet sigh, Catherine leaned against the rail, drinking
him in.
Despite his blond hair and ashy eyes, his complexion was
a healthy bronze, as though he’d recently spent time in sun-drenched climes
rather than the District’s dreary winter. It wasn’t hard to imagine him naked
on a beach, his lean, muscled body flexing with each step he took across the
sand, or him riding a horse bareback, his strong thighs hugging the animal, the
breeze tugging his hair.
Thank you, Tina, for gracing us today on The Realm. Come on, ladies, don't be bashful. This is all very hush-hush. What's a little light bondage among friends?
Sharon
