Decadent… Sensual… Forbidden…
12 Masters. 12 Desires. 12 Fantasies Come to Life.
Meet the Masters of Blasphemy…
Meet the Masters of Blasphemy…
Releasing October 11, 2016, BOUND TO SUBMIT is the first full-length novel in Laura Kaye's erotic new Blasphemy Series, and today we have a teaser excerpt just for you!
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About Bound to Submit
From the ruins of an abandoned church comes Baltimore’s hottest and most exclusive BDSM club. Twelve Masters. Infinite fantasies. Welcome to Blasphemy…
He thinks he caused her pain, but she knows he’s the only one who can heal her…
Kenna Sloane lost her career and her arm in the Marines, and now she feels like she’s losing herself. Submission is the only thing that ever freed her from pain and made her feel secure, and Kenna needs to serve again. Bad. The only problem is the Dom she wants once refused her submission and broke her heart, but, scarred on the inside and out, she’s not looking for love this time. She’s not even sure she’s capable.
Griffin Hudson is haunted by the mistakes that cost him the only woman he ever loved. Now she’s back at his BDSM club, Blasphemy, and more beautiful than ever, and she’s asking for his help with the pain he knows he caused. Even though he’s scared to hurt her again, he can’t refuse her, because he’d give anything to earn a second chance. And this time, he’ll hold on forever.
From Laura Kaye
Hey everyone! I’m super excited to share an excerpt from my upcoming Bound to Submit, the first official book in my brand new and super hot Blasphemy series! There are less than two weeks until release day and I’m so excited!! This is a steamy second-chance romance with a tall, dark, and tortured Dom and a kick-ass veteran amputee heroine, and I just loved writing these characters. I hope you’ll grab your copy of Bound to Submit, and the prequel, Hard to Serve—now available at all retailers—too!!
Now, enjoy this little taste Bound to Submit – coming October 11!
EXCERPT
“Use your safewords
if you need them, Kenna.”
Griffin hesitated
only one more second.
And then he was on
her. His mouth on hers. His tongue sinking deep. His hands in her soft blond
waves. The moan she unleashed shot straight to his cock and made him want to
wring every moan he’d missed these five long years out of her beautiful, curvy
body.
“Put your arms
around my neck,” he said. When she did, he cupped her ass in his hands and
pushed off the couch. “Hang on, little one.”
He made for the
adjacent door to the play room, but, good as it was, that one kiss hadn’t been
nearly enough. Not when he was absofuckinglutely starving.
Pinning her to the
wall, he dove back in again. Kissing, claiming, devouring. He ground himself
against her pussy, the strangled cry she released around his tongue making his
balls heavy and full. “I’m not sure you realize what you’re getting into with
me, Kenna. Because I’ve missed the hell out of making you come.”
“Oh, God,” she
rasped.
“God can’t save
you. Not from me. Not tonight.”
He swung open the
door, the motion-activated lights coming on as they moved into the play room.
Others occasionally used this space, but he used it most. He’d designed and
installed the furniture, suspension hooks and shackles, and pulley systems in
the room for all different kinds of bondage play, and he’d outfitted the
storage cabinets with every possible implement he’d need, too.
And he had just the
thing in mind, for tonight.
“Feet down,” he
said.
The way she slid
down him nearly drove him insane, and then he stepped back and considered her
body suit. It was so fucking sexy that he hated to ruin it, but PVC was a bitch
to get on and off.
“I fucking love and
hate that body suit right now,” he said, planting a stern expression on his
face.
Amusement flashed
across her eyes. “Sorry, Sir,” she said, not sounding sorry at all.
A thought came to mind
and he retrieved a roll of red Kinesio tape from a cabinet. Tearing a length
off he said, “I’m going to allow you the suit. This time. But I need you to
tell me where the prosthesis ends and your arm begins. Can you do that for me?”
“Yes,” she said, lifting
her arm as he moved in. “The stump extends about two inches below my elbow.”
“Here?” He held the
tape over the black of her suit. When she nodded, he gently applied the red
marking around her forearm. “Once we start, you have carte blanche—for tonight—to
speak. I want you vocal. I want you telling me how I’m making you feel.” He
nailed her with a stare. “Don’t let me hurt you. Don’t even let me get close.”
“I won’t, Master
Griffin. I can handle this.”
“I doubt don’t it,
Kenna, but I will cut the scene if I have even an inkling that
I’m causing unintentional pain that you’re not owning up to.” He arched a brow.
“Are we clear?” She gave a fast nod. “Good. Then spread your feet and put your
hands at your side. Now.”
Her ready
compliance fucking slayed him. After all this time, it really did.
“Mmm. Very good.
Now, don’t move a muscle unless I tell you to. Because the scene begins right
now.”
"A searingly sexy story with some of the hottest scenes I've read in a long, long time. Laura Kaye shows her mastery of the BDSM world. I'm eagerly anticipating more in this bold new series!"~ Cherise Sinclair, NYT Bestselling Author of the Masters of the Shadowlands Series
"Smoldering and sexy, Laura Kaye's Blasphemy series is everything I look for in a romance. Haunted heroes and strong heroines populate this one of a kind club and I can't wait to see the big bad Doms fall one by one." ~ Lexi Blake, NYT Bestselling Author of the Masters and Mercenaries Series
Meet the Masters of Blasphemy in Hard to Serve, now available
Amazon exclusive until September 2016 in paperback and ebook
About Laura Kaye
Laura is the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of over twenty-five books in contemporary and paranormal romance and romantic suspense, including the Hard Ink and Raven Riders series. Growing up, Laura’s large extended family believed in the supernatural, and family lore involving angels, ghosts, and evil-eye curses cemented in Laura a life-long fascination with storytelling and all things paranormal. She lives in Maryland with her husband, two daughters, and cute-but-bad dog, and appreciates her view of the Chesapeake Bay every day.
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