She wants to mark him and make him hers…
Mistress “V” lusts after her boss. She wants him at her mercy, begging for her touch, but he only knows her as his very capable assistant Venus. When an off-hand comment dashes her hopes, the sexy domme turns to Madame Eve at 1Night Stand for help…
He isn’t sure he can handle the dark pleasure she promises…
Living up to his father’s expectations has driven Wyk Havas to the edge. His curvaceous assistant Venus wants to push him past those limits, and he’s damn near attracted enough to try. But Venus’s preference for men to submit to her threw him for a loop. Can a date from 1Night Stand show him if he’s able to submit to a woman?
Can Wyk truly surrender to Mistress V’s pleasure or were they doomed from the start?
“Are we done yet?”
I resisted the urge to pull Livvy’s messy braid. “Excuse me? You’re the one who hid all these blasted toys. What do you mean are we done yet?” I gave her my best “ticked-off mom” look. Of course, my muse being my muse, just smirked at me.
“That look don’t scare me, slave.” She inched closer to Wyk, the hero from Wyk’s Surrender, who against my better judgment was carrying the box of Godiva chocolates. As part of the ransom to get said toy back, I’d caught him not once but several times nipping a bit of the chocolate at the various stops. He was almost as bad as Livvy.
“You don’t have to be scared to end up with a hot ass, Livvy.”
A giggle escaped her. “Hmmmm, maybe you should use that in your next book. I could sooo see Hark telling Bryan that.”
Sighing, I placed my hands on my hips. “You’re incorrigible. Before I can even think about diving back into Healing Hark, we have to finish retrieving these blasted toys you stole. Remember the pissed off Domme who’s supposed to be joining us tomorrow? We don’t have all of her toys, I’m not saving your butt. I’ll let her string you up from the nearest pillory and have her way with you.”
Wyk laughed, setting down the box of chocolate. “I’d pay to see that.”
“Laugh it up, sub boy.” Livvy stuck her tongue out at him. “You’re the one who’s gonna have to placate your Mistress when we get back home. You were the one who ran off with me even after she forbid it.”
”I had to. You stole her toys…”
“Borrowed…” Livvy countered, swiping a luscious dark chocolate from the box.
“Oh for the love of God, would you two shut up!” I finally yelled when they continued to bicker. “We’re here to do two things. Give Sheri her ransom – chocolates and quote so we can get back the toy you swiped and two….tell peeps about the scavenger hunt.” I gave them both a stern look. “Wyk, please go take the chocolates and quote to the lovely Sheri, before my muse eats them all.” I turned my attention to my pouting muse. “And Livvy since you got me into this mess, you can tell the readers about the scavenger hunt.”
“But what are you gonna do?” Livvy actually had the audacity to whine.
“Plot ways to murder an ungrateful muse in her sleep,” I muttered, plopping down on chair that mysteriously appeared. Even though my muse liked giving me a hard time, she’d never make me sit on the floor. “The readers are waiting.”
“Fine.” She rolled her eyes. “Since I was a bad muse and hid all the toys from Mistress V’s toy-bag, it’s up to the readers to tag along with me, Wyk and slave here to retrieve them. See that fancy graphic with the corset on it. Well enter word on it into the rafflecopter form below for a chance to win a pretty awesome prize basket that includes a flogger, a pair of pleather cuffs, a sleep mask and an e-copy of Wyk’s Surrender. Pretty cool huh?”
“Don’t forget about the other prize.” I reminded her.
“Slave, either shut up and let me do it or you can do it.”
I giggled at her expression. I bet it didn’t feel too good to have the shoe on the other foot.
“Anyway as I was saying, the grand prize is a pretty cool gift, but for those readers who collect all eight toys, they are entered in a second contest for a $10 gift card from Amazon. Slave will be announcing the winners at Wyk’s Wrap-Up Party on Oct. 2nd. It’ll be from 7 to 9pm CST.” Livvy glanced over at me. “Is that everything?”
I went to open my mouth when Wyk reappeared. “Don’t forget to mention about that chat thing.”
I wanted to groan. “Where’s a ball gag when I need one?”
Wyk arched a brow at me. “I don’t think so. You should be excited about it. Dakota here is having her first live blog radio thing on Oct 3rd. She’ll be live and on air talking about Wyk’s Surrender, answering questions – the whole nine yards. So if you have time – stop by Between Moonlit Covers between 10-11pm.”
I blushed. “Okay, you’ve told them.” My phone vibrated in my pocket. Pulling it out, I scanned the text. “And we need to get going. Your Mistress is planning a mutiny with another Domme of a story I’m working on. If we don’t get back there pronto, she’s threatening to pull in all the Doms from my Doms of Chicago series, and maybe even some from Napa.” I glared at the grinning muse. “Of course you would think this funny.” I snapped my phone shut. “Thanks for having us, Sheri. Below is your quote.”
Quote: “If you’re going to lie to me, this date is over. Honesty is one of the rules you agreed upon.”~ Venus on Wyk’s evasive maneuvering while discussing limits.
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