xmlns:og='http://ogp.me/ns#' Kryssie Fortune: February 2018

Wednesday, 28 February 2018

The Accidental Elopement by Beverley Oakley #histoical #romance #giveaway



The Accidental Elopement
Scandalous Miss Brightwell Series (Book 4)
By Beverley Oakley


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About the Book:
A seven-year secret. A tragic misunderstanding. Can love outwit fate in this twisted tale of misadventure and thwarted dreams?

Earl Quamby’s niece, Katherine, and Jack, a foundling home lad adopted by a local family, have been loyal friends for as long as they can remember.

As Jack is about to leave England to make his fortune and Katherine is being courted by two eligible suitors, they unexpectedly realise their friendship has blossomed into passionate love. A love, they are warned, that has no future.

Despite a brave attempt to defy the forces keeping them apart, tragedy results and the pair is separated.

When chance throws them together seven years later, Katherine, newly widowed, is being pressured into a marriage not of her choosing to avoid scandal and Jack feels he must honour his pledge to the worthy Odette whom he met in India and whose father is dying.

Katherine knows that revealing a long-held secret may win Jack to her but she also knows conflicting obligations from past and present may tear him apart.

Can master matchmakers, Fanny, Antoinette and Bertram Brightwell, outwit fate in its latest attempt to keep these star-crossed lovers apart and deliver them the happiness they deserve?

This is Book 4 in the Scandalous Miss Brightwell series but it can be read as a stand-alone.

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Excerpt: 
In this excerpt, Katherine is hiding in a dark corridor to avoid dancing with someone she has no wish to see during her first ball as a newly arrived London debutante. She then receives a rude shock!

No one had thought to light a candle sconce and this second corridor turning she’d taken was as black as a dungeon. Katherine couldn’t even see her hand but she wasn’t frightened of the dark. No, Katherine was not fainthearted.
Yet she did squeal when, taking another step, her progress was impeded by a very large object and, with no warning at all, she found herself flying through the air, landing with a painful jarring of her wrists upon the cold, hard flagstones.
“Good Lord!” came a disembodied young male voice in the dark before a groping hand located a piece of Katherine – namely a hank of hair – which caused her to shriek even louder when it was quite unnecessarily tugged. Whether this was to establish who or what she was, she had no idea – and perhaps neither did the tugger for immediately a profound apology was issued before the groping hand was operating with complete abandon in the dark.
This time it found Katherine’s breast just as the voice said in tones of utter mortification, “Forgive me! Are you hurt? Here, let me help you. That’s what I was trying to do, I promise. I didn’t realise you were on the ground? Take my hand. Really, I can’t apologise enough.”
Katherine had made one unsuccessful attempt to stand but it was a struggle in her flounced skirt and multiple corded petticoats. She swatted away the supposedly helping hand and hissed something unintelligible – somehow unladylike language seemed less of an offence when she couldn’t see to whom she was speaking.
But when the disembodied groping hand entered her orbit once more – in fact, brushing the bare flash above her garter and getting in a good squeeze of her thigh flesh, her temper which had never been one of her strong points, snapped and she lashed out with a sharp slice through the inky air.
A loud yelp made her realise she’d perhaps been a little peremptory and certainly too violent in this unladylike action and even though she felt disinclined to apologise she did say, ungraciously, “I’m sorry I hit you but a lady can only take so much of all this groping in the dark. I mean…what were you doing?”
“I could ask you the same thing,” came the response, now at ear level. In fact, she could feel the soft whisper of breath against her cheek which made her step back, saying, “I asked first.”
“I was chasing a cat. Bending down in fact. And then something crashed into me. Or on top of me.”
“That was me.”
“Yes, of course it was you. There’s no one else here, is there?”
Katherine bridled at his tone. She was unused to being spoken to as if she were at fault when, in this case, she most certainly wasn’t. “I think that’s a very rude response,” she told him. “Just as it was very thoughtless of you to crouch down where anybody could simply trip over you.”
“Anybody – or rather, anybody else – would be carrying a candle. I think I have every reason to be deeply suspicious of the motives of anyone who is not.”
“Well, you don’t have a candle. And I would suspect the truth of anyone hiding away in the dark, claiming they were crouching over an imaginary cat,” huffed Katherine. “In fact, I’d wager there was no cat here at all. I would have heard it. No, you were sneaking away from something, weren’t you?”
“And if I was, what business of yours? Whoever you are.”
Katherine could not imagine the audacity. “You certainly are no gentleman to speak to a lady in that fashion.”
“Since that lady hasn’t bothered to declare herself, I think I could be forgiven.”
“A gentleman would have declared himself first,” Katherine said hotly. “What were you sidling away from? There’s a noisy ball going on in the next room. If you were a gentleman, wouldn’t you be gallantly asking the ladies to dance instead of hiding in the dark? Perhaps there’s someone you’re afraid of seeing? A lady who has expectations of you behaving towards her as a gentleman.” Katherine said this triumphantly before elaborating on her theme. “My guess is that you’ve given some poor young lady the idea that you’ll dance with her all night and now you’ve changed your mind and are sneaking away.”
“Since you put forward the idea, I’d suggest the reason you’re here is exactly the same. You’re trying to sneak away from a gentleman to whom you’ve already promised two dances. Meanwhile he, poor fellow, is searching for you vainly in the ballroom while you’re here making a mockery of him.”
“He can do that all by himself,” Katherine sniffed. “But I never promised him anything and I never will.”
“Ha! I was right.” The voice sounded very pleased with itself. “Well, I feel sorry for this fellow without even seeing what you look like, miss. Poor fellow!”
“Poor fellow, indeed. George can pine til the cows come home. I’d even suffer talking to you than have to spend another five minutes with his sweating hands squeezing mine and his moon eyes boring into me…and his horrible, putrid breath choking me and his—”
“Poor George! I was just starting to feel sorry for him until you described the exact George I, too, am so at pains to avoid tonight.” The voice became more confidential and the mood relaxed.
Katherine crossed her arms and waited for him to speak again for she was rather interested in his George and then quite amused when the voice began to describe the very George against whom she railed.
“Well, you have described my cousin to a very fine point,” she laughed. “And if you are as well acquainted with him as you seem to be, then you obviously know exactly why I am here in the dark.”
There was a small silence. And then, “Your cousin?”
“In my family there are two Georges: Young George who is the son of my aunt and her husband, Lord Quamby, and Odious George who is his uncle, George Bramley.”
“Then we’re talking about the same George!” The voice sounded stunned.
A quick gasp from both of them was followed up by a delighted cry in unison.
“Jack!”
“Katherine!”
Other Books In The Series: 

Rake's Honour (Book 1) 
Beautiful, impoverished Fanny Brightwell has a few scores to settle—and a heart to win—before she can secure the wealthy, aristocratic husband her ambitious mama demands.
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Rogue's Kiss (Book 2)
Would a potential suitor be bolder if he were told the lie that the maiden he desires has only six months to live?
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Devil's Run (Book 3)
A rigged horse race - with a marriage and a lost child riding on the outcome.
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About the Author: 

Beverley Oakley was seventeen when she bundled up her first her 500+ page romance and sent it to a publisher. Unfortunately drowning her heroine on the last page was apparently not in line with the expectations of romance readers so Beverley became a journalist.

Twenty-six years later Beverley was delighted to receive her first publishing contract from Robert Hale (UK) for a romance in which she ensured her heroine was saved from drowning in the icy North Sea.

Since 2009 Beverley has written more than thirteen historical romances, mostly set in England during the early nineteenth century. Mystery, intrigue and adventure spill from their pages and if she can pull off a thrilling race to save someone’s honour – or a worthy damsel from the noose – it’s time to celebrate with a good single malt Scotch.

Beverley lives with her husband, two daughters and a Rhodesian Ridgeback puppy the size of a pony opposite a picturesque nineteenth-century lunatic asylum. She also writes Africa-set adventure-filled romances tarring handsome bush pilot heroes, and historical romances with less steam and more sexual tension, as Beverley Eikli.

You can get in contact with Beverley at:

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Tuesday, 27 February 2018

3 More Things You Never Knew About Waterloo #regency #romance #waterloo #history


The Prussian army (part of the allied forces) captured Napoleon’s carriage on 20th June 1815 It contained his printed proclamations of his victory dated 17th June 1815. He also promised his troops unlimited plunder when he took Brussels.


Napoleon sent a dispatch to Marshal Grouchy from the battlefield. He wrote in haste, his words more a scrawl than anything. Grouchy received it but spent the rest of the day relaxing at Wavre, six miles east of the battlefield.
Why?
Because he couldn’t read Napoleon’s writing. Napoleon had written the battle has begun. (engagée).  Grouchy read it as ‘The battle is won’.

Women fought in the battle of Waterloo

Captain Henry Ross-Lewin of the 32nd Regiment of Foot wrote that he’d seen one of them (French women) dressed in a nankeen jacket and trousers. She’d been killed by a ball that passed through her head.
British women were also swept up in the conflict. They would search for missing husbands and family during any lull in the conflict. Once was found dead, killed by a cannonball, her child at her side.

The portrait of Napoleon is  in the public domain in the United States because it was published (or registered with the U.S. Copyright Office) before January 1, 1923.

I loved researching Waterloo for my new book, Wickedly Used.


Blurb


While he is no stranger to pleasurable company from ladies of the night, Major Richard Rothbury of the royal dragoons is not the kind of man who will stand idly by as a woman is taken against her will, and when he witnesses a disreputable cad attempting to force himself on a girl in a back alley, he does not hesitate to intervene.

But after the grateful young woman offers herself to Rothbury, he is shocked to discover that not only was she no harlot, she was a maiden and he has deflowered her. Furious at the girl’s scandalous behavior and her carelessness with her own safety, Rothbury chastises her soundly.

Though she is due to inherit one of the largest fortunes in England, the fact that she cannot touch the money until she marries or turns thirty has kept Elizabeth completely at the mercy of her cruel uncle, and for years she has been treated as if she were a servant. Her encounter with Lord Rothbury is by far the most exciting thing that has ever happened to her, but while he shows great concern for her safety, he refuses to believe that she is anything more than a serving girl.

Despite having made it clear that he doesn’t consider a match between them to be possible, when Elizabeth disobeys him Rothbury proves more than ready to strip her bare, punish her harshly, and then enjoy her beautiful body in the most shameful of ways. But can she dare to hope that he will one day make her his wife, or is she destined to spend her life being wickedly used?

Publisher’s Note: Wickedly Used: A Dark Regency Romance includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

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Excerpt
“Go into the tack room and undress. Once you’re naked, stand in the corner with your nose against the wall.”

What? Why would I do anything so senseless and demeaning? “Have you run mad? I’m not undressing for you anywhere, least of all where anyone can walk in.”
He looked like an ice demon out for vengeance. His intensity made her quake inside.
Clearly furious, he turned toward her. “Last night, I promised you I’d blister your behind if you didn’t mend your ways. Do as you’re told or your punishment will be ten times worse.”
She looked toward the stable entrance and considered bolting. Whatever Rothbury had planned, it would make her behind sore. Only, his gaze held a promise of something sensual and wicked.
She walked into the tack room like a temptress teasing her lover. Head high despite her fears, she slid her arms out of her woolen gown. Kicking off her shoes, she pulled her coarse linen chemise over her head. Vulnerable but excited, she stood naked in a public stable.
The thought of strangers walking in on her and Rothbury felt wicked but titillating. Her gaze shot between the rear corner and the door, but she’d made her choice when she stripped off her clothes. Slow and reluctant, she moved into the corner and stood with her nose against the wall.
She shivered with anticipation. Her pussy grew damp with need. Where is he? And what will he do? How long will he leave me standing here like this? The tack room door closed with a bang, but she stayed with her nose to the wall and waited.
She heard Rothbury moving behind her, but he didn’t speak. Finally, he moved so close that he pressed her bare body against the wooden wall. Something, maybe his cravat, covered her eyes and the world went dark. Shivers of anticipation ran through her body.
He penned her in the corner and pulled the pins from her hair. Turning her, he bound her wrists before her in what felt like a length of leather leading rein. After checking it wasn’t too tight, he put one arm around her waist and walked her to the center of the room.
Pulling her arms overhead, he fastened the leather strap around her wrists over a hook in the ceiling. Stretched out for his pleasure, she couldn’t move. Arms bound overhead, blindfolded, and naked, her excitement mounted as she wondered what he’d do next.



Abandoned by Mary Martinez - #giveaway #mystery #amreading



Abandoned
By Mary Martinez


About the Book: 

Glenna Beckett loves her family dearly, but being the youngest of six can be overwhelming. Moving across country helped her learn who she was outside the family. She’s built a successful business in the form of a quaint shop on Main Street of Calistoga, that sells a bit of everything vintage, the new age term for antique. What more does she need?

Then he walked into her shop. International playboy, Lance Gordon. After a whirlwind courtship he asks her to marry him. Burying a niggle of doubt in the pit of her tummy, she says yes. He’s even agreed to have the wedding in Brooklyn so her family can attend. But he never arrives.

Glenna refused to believe she’d been abandoned at the altar and asks her brother, Tyler, to contact an agent friend on the West Coast to search for Lance.

Patrick McGinnis can’t believe he’s walking into a prissy shop in the high end of the Napa Valley searching for a missing groom. The bride, Glenna Beckett, is everything he feared, drop dead gorgeous, and a spoiled brat. Not that he’d ever tell her brother that. He hates wild goose chases, and this mission is exactly that. Patrick’s certain the playboy fiancé is off wooing some other delectable creature.

Unfortunately, once Patrick started to dig, he finds there’s more to the tale and it will take all his skills as an agent to keep Glenna safe. Especially when the case takes a turn and threatens the safety of his son, Finn.

The Beckett Series Free and/or On Sale Through 3/8/18:

Disappear (Book I The Beckett Series)

Innocent (Book II The Beckett Series)
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Quiet (Book III The Beckett Series)
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Illusion – Utopia the Beginning (Book IV The Beckett Series)
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Profit – Utopia the Conclusion (Book V The Beckett Series)
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Abandoned  (Book V The Beckett Series)
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Excerpt:
Patrick McGinnis thumbed his phone off and dropped the thing on the table with a thud. What had he just agreed to? He held in a groan, barely.
“What’s up dad? You look like you just ate a sour grape.”
Finnegan, his sixteen-year old son, and the joy of his life, walked to the cupboard and pulled out a bowl. He filled it with cereal and added milk and then joined Patrick at the table. He dipped his spoon for a large scoop, and as he brought it to his mouth, Finn gave him the I’m waiting look.
“I just received a call from an old friend,” he said in way of explanation, he really didn’t like talking work with his son.
“It must not have been a good conversation.”
“It was good to catch up. He was with me at Quantico.” Best to focus on the old acquaintance part.
“Dad, I’m in high school. You can stop sheltering me now. He must have called for a reason. One you’re not too thrilled about. What’s up?” He repeated his earlier question.
Damn, Finn was growing up to fast. And the kid was right. He had a tendency to shield him from his work. Something he’d always tried to do, but more since Finn was three and the worst thing that could ever happened to a child had happened.
“Tyler is an agent in New York, however, he has a sister in Calistoga.”
His son let out a hoot of laughter. “Match-making from the east coast.”
“Ha, ha. No, his sister seems to have lost her fiancé and her assistant.”
“What they elope and left her behind? Why’d he call you?”
“The fiancé never arrived at the wedding. And then when his sister went to open her shop she found the assistant had been shot.”
“Oh.” Finn ate for a few minutes in silence. “Does the lost fiancé and the dead assistant have something to do with each other?”
“That’s one of the things Ty wants me to find out.”
Finn suspended his spoon half way to his mouth. “What is the other?”
“He wants me to find the missing fiancé for his sister.” He pulled his fingers through his hair. “It’s a wild goose chase if you ask me. If the guy had wanted to get married he’d have been at the wedding.”
“You’d think, unless he couldn’t.”
Patrick contemplated his son. He would make a good detective. He’d already helped solve a few of his cases, by just listening and making comments that brought other solutions to mind. Patrick wasn’t sure he wanted that for his son. He loved being a federal agent. For a while, after the incident with his son, he’d tried something else. However, his true passion was law enforcement and he’d been placed back on duty within the year.
You couldn’t help where your heart led you. No matter the consequences. 
“That is what I need to find out.” He stood and poured more coffee into his cup to warm up the cooling liquid. He leaned a hip on the counter while he sipped. “What’s going on at school today?”
Finn finished his cereal and stood to wash his bowl out. He appeared to be thinking as he put his dishes in the dishwasher.
“I have an algebra test. Just a fair warning, Dad, it’s kicking my ass.”
“Language son.” But he smiled, he’d heard a lot worse. “I have a few minutes do you need my help?”
His son gave him a skeptical look, which was well warranted. Algebra had thoroughly kicked his ass in high school, too, to the point he’d needed Saturday morning classes to pass the damn class.
After a moment he answered. “No, Mrs. Stewart said she’d meet me before school.”
“Old Mrs. Stewart is still there? I had her for Algebra.” He smiled and resisted the urge to ruffle his son’s hair. Since the boy was almost as tall as he was, it’d be a little awkward anyway. “You’re in good hands then. Do you want me to drop you on my way to Calistoga?”

 
Author Bio:

Mary lives in Magna, a little town west of Salt Lake City, Utah. Together with her husband, she has six grown children, and six wonderful grandsons and five beautiful granddaughters. She loves to spend time with family and friends--she includes good books as friends!
Mary and her husband love to travel, especially to the Caribbean for relaxing, and Italy for the wine. And most recently she discovered she was Irish and Scottish, of course they had to visit Ireland and Scotland. Mary fell in love with both, but the green hills of Ireland felt like home. With the experience from the exotic places she has visited, she is able to fill her books with colorful descriptions of cities, painting a colorful backdrop for her characters. One of her favorite US destinations is New York/Brooklyn, where her beloved Beckett's live. When she visits, she can wander their neighborhoods, favorite parks, and visit their favorite pub, Putnum's.

They are avid concert ‘Ho’s’! Yes, they pretty much want to do them all. They love outdoor amphitheaters the best and attend as many during the warmer months as possible.

Mary writes mostly romantic suspense, romance, women's fiction, and she has just begun to dabble in young adult mystery. She is a member of Romance Writers of America (RWA). During her writing career she has been a conference coordinator, workshop presenter, and chapter president for the Utah Chapter of RWA. In 2007 she was presented with the Utah RWA service award in acknowledgment and appreciation for outstanding service. Mary has also participated in numerous library panels on writing and co-presented a workshop on writing a series at the League of Utah Writers conference.
Mary and her husband are also enthusiastic college football fans. They have season tickets to the UTES, University of Utah Football and they tailgate every game. They love tailgating so much, that they were married at a tailgating in 1999.
GO UTES!

Website and social media links:
Buy Link Amazon:
www.amazon.com/Mary-Martinez/e/B006MWJ1T6
Mary’s Garden Blog: marysbooksblogger.blogspot.com
The After Work Cook: theafterworkcook.blogspot.com 

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Monday, 26 February 2018

Reading his submissive - by Brandi Evans #restrained #fantasies

Sales Blurb

Raven:
I’ve spent my life depending on one person: myself. I’ve learned the hard way other people will only let me down. I’ve worked for everything I have, but thanks to my drug-addicted mother, I’m about to lose the one thing I’ve craved for years. Needing to make some extra cash, I ask my boss at Restrained Fantasies, a Dallas BDSM club, for some extra shifts. Much to my chagrin, Master Carter Burkes is with him, and Carter leaps to my rescue, bound and determined to save me—only I’m not the kind of girl who needs to be saved.

Carter:
I can’t sit by while Raven, a recurring figure in my fantasies, is in trouble. My job as a detective keeps me busy, but I’m not looking for a relationship, just a sub to assist with a class I’m teaching: Reading Your Submissive. Raven always claimed she wasn’t a member of the lifestyle, so imagine my surprise when I discover a budding submissive inside her. She gets under my skin in ways I can’t fight, but emotions are dangerous. I learned that the hard way.  Is getting close to Raven a mistake? Will I destroy her life like I destroyed the life of the only woman I’ve ever loved?

This is book two in the Restrained Fantasies series but can be read as a standalone.

Publisher’s Note: This romance is intended for adults only. It contains elements of danger, suspense, mystery, BDSM, sensual scenes, romance and adult language. If any of these offend you, please do not purchase.


Every girl has her breaking point. 


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Excerpt.

Carter needed a sub, and he needed one now.
In four hours, he was supposed to start a class at Restrained Fantasies, the Dallas BDSM club that was his second home, but forty-five minutes earlier, the sub he’d enlisted to be his teaching subject had called in sick. How was he supposed to give a class on reading subs without a fucking sub?
If he had a little more time, he’d be able to find someone from Restrained Fantasies’ clientele, but time was the one thing he didn’t have. And not having everything planned out ahead of time scraped on his every nerve.
Carter dropped onto the leather desk chair across from one of the club’s co-owners, Brock Michaels. The other man made an interesting contrast to the sleek modern feel of his office. Brock was menace and intimidation that had somehow been fused together to create a living person. Shaved head, tattoos covering most of his upper body, the man oozed bad-boy-biker out the wazoo. He was the kind of man Carter, a detective outside the walls of the club, would pay close attention to if he were skulking around in dark alleys at night.
“Oh, I know who I could ask,” Carter said with a smile, the suggestion more to get a rise out of his friend than being an actual suggestion. “You could always let me use your pretty little sub. Viv looks spectacular in chains.”
Brock glared up from the paperwork scattered across his desk, his expression a few degrees shy of homicidal. “I don’t share Viv with anyone. Ever. And if you want to keep your testicles from being kicked into your throat, you’d do good to remember that.”
Carter fought to keep his grin from spreading and failed miserably. “I know, I know. Viv’s off limits. What about her friend Anne? Do you think she’d be game?”
“Most likely.” The other man leaned back, crossing muscular arms across a chest about as wide as the Grand Canyon. “Anne’s game for almost anything. If she says no, you could always ask Terry. She might like the overtime.”
“Already asked Terry, but she has plans she said she couldn’t get out of.”
Brock opened his mouth to respond, but a knock sounded against his partially open office door, and an angel followed the sound inside. Well, a dark angel anyway. Raven Malek, with her blacker-than-black hair and purple highlights, tattoos running the length of her arms and shoulders, nose and eyebrow piercings, ripped jeans, and a T-shirt with a bleeding rose could never be classified as an angel. But damn, she drew him in with the unstoppable fury of a supermassive black hole.
Emphasis on black.
Raven was one of two bartenders at Restrained Fantasies and, for the past few months, she’d also been an on-again, off-again player in Carter’s jerk-off fantasies. He couldn’t pinpoint precisely when the young woman had snagged his attention, but she had. All five-foot-six, lush and curvy inch of her.
What would her sexy body look like tied open to him?


Sometimes, submission is the ultimate freedom. 

About Brandy Evens

Brandi Evans was raised by a caravan of traveling Gypsies. She spent her days learning the ways of her people and her nights lost in legends as old as time. Okay, not really, but that's way more interesting than the truth!

In reality, Brandi grew up the oldest child of an ordinary family. Grade school, middle school, high school. Nothing extraordinary happened until she left the nest. She joined the military, went to college, got married, and became a mom. And somewhere along the way, she discovered she liked to read—and write!—stories hot enough to melt eReaders.


Book Trailer: 

This is the Video URL. If you need something different, just let me know. https://youtu.be/t3FV0BMpl1U

Spotify Playlist: 

Did you know the author has a personal Spotify Playlist for Reading His Submissive? Just head on over to Spotify and search “Reading His Submissive”, and you’ll get to listen to the music featured in the book, as well as the music that inspired the author. Either way you look at it, these tunes will get your hips swaying and your libido pumping!

Pinterest: 

Want to visit the author’s Reading His Submissive Pinterest board? See the images that inspired the book. https://www.pinterest.com/brandievans1/reading-his-sub-behind-the-pages/


Character Chat

Joining Brandi on Character Chat today is Detective Carter Burkes, a Dom and frequent patron of the Dallas BDSM club Restrained Fantasies. Carter is the hero of Brandi’s Blushing Books BDSM novel, Reading His Submissive. He and his sexy heroine, Raven, heated up Brandi’s life for months as they told her about their love story.
Without further ado…
Brandi:
Welcome Carter! Thank you so much for dropping by to chat with me again. I had such an amazing time telling yours and Raven’s story. Talk about two people overcoming the odds! And just in case I haven’t mentioned it enough, thank you for trusting me enough to tell readers the story of how you um, read your submissive! *shakes her head, laughing* Too on the nose?
Carter:
A little—but apropos. *winks*
Brandi:
Sorry. (Not sorry!)
Carter:
I bet. You sound just like Raven.
Brandi:
I take that as a compliment! I simply fell in love with Raven. She’s so strong and independent. Feisty. Very feisty. I mean, she’d have to be to overcome the shitty hand she’d been dealt in life, but each time I re-read y’all’s story, I kinda fall in love with her a little more.
Carter:
How do you think I felt, Brandi? From the moment I first saw her, she drew me to her with the unforgiving strength of a black hole. I was powerless to stay away. I was so out of my element.
Brandi:
Y’all’s story simply amazed me. Don’t get me wrong, your scenes in the club dungeons were off-the-chart, lava hot. *fans self as said scenes flash through mind* But there was also an intense vulnerability and heart woven throughout. I didn’t expect that. One moment, I think I’m gonna need a cold shower, and the next, y’all’s love is tugging at my heartstrings. And the ending—I still get choked up.
Carter:
You’re not the only one. *takes a visible breath and makes Brandi’s heart ache* Neither of us were spared in the shitty-life department. To paraphrase, Raven, we’re both pretty fucked up after everything we’ve been through. Fucked up in different ways, sure, but still pretty broken.
Brandi:
Broken but not unfixable. Y’all taught me that. *resists urge to take his hand in support* Without giving too much of your story away, what do you say we take a few moments to introduce readers to yours and Raven’s story?
Carter:
Where do I begin? Trying to whittle down Raven and what she means to me into a few words is a tall order. Like you said, she’s so strong and independent, so much so she had trouble accepting help. There were so many times I wanted desperately to help her, but she resisted. It was almost like she was afraid asking for or accepting help would somehow make her weak.
Brandi:
That’s a pretty good way to describe her. She fought you hard, especially the first night of your class.
Carter:
Tell me about it. Something about being thought of as submissive stuck in her craw, but I can’t really blame her that much. Considering the shit her mom put her through, I’m—
Brandi:
Easy! We don’t want to give away too much.
Carter:
Sorry. *he grins, showing off the dimples that drove Raven crazy*
Brandi:
I should probably let you get going anyway. Between your job as a detective and keeping Raven satisfied, I’m sure your time is at a premium these days, but I do have one last question. With so many great books out there, what makes yours and Ravens’s story a must-read?
Carter:
Because everyone has tragedy in their life, but tragedy doesn’t define us. It’s a thing that happens to us; it isn’t us. It’s a concept I didn’t truly understood until Raven.