Rain on Me is available now!
For those counting along at home, this is the final cover. I sure had fun making the other forty-some. :D
(blurb)
If every heart’s a package someone else has tied in knots, how did bondage unravel mine?
I’d sleep with the devil to nail the source of illegal poker machines pouring into my district. It’s personal between me and those one-armed bandits, but when my captain asked me to go undercover as a sexual submissive to catch our suspect, my gut said “Hell, no, even I can’t tell a lie that big.”
Enter Ray Casey, shibari master, who spent two weeks showing me the world of erotic bondage. I fell hard for Ray, but the outcome of our affair was preordained; duty above all.
When the unthinkable happened, where could I turn when I couldn’t trust my brothers in blue? My instincts led me back to Ray, but he wants me to submit to something harder than a little BDS&M….
I’d sleep with the devil to nail the source of illegal poker machines pouring into my district. It’s personal between me and those one-armed bandits, but when my captain asked me to go undercover as a sexual submissive to catch our suspect, my gut said “Hell, no, even I can’t tell a lie that big.”
Enter Ray Casey, shibari master, who spent two weeks showing me the world of erotic bondage. I fell hard for Ray, but the outcome of our affair was preordained; duty above all.
When the unthinkable happened, where could I turn when I couldn’t trust my brothers in blue? My instincts led me back to Ray, but he wants me to submit to something harder than a little BDS&M….
~Zinnia J. Jackson, Det. 1st Grade, South Carolina Law Enforcement Division
Now for my seven sentences:
His growl blended with the thunder when he leaned down, wrapped his hands around the back of my thighs and hoisted me; I locked my knees to his side, grabbing his shirt with my fists.
He
slammed me against the car, canting my hips so the head of his cock breached my
swollen entrance. Lightning streaked across the sky when he slid into me.
Though my eyes were closed, the ghostly print of the bolt staggered across the
inside of my skull. The sweet friction of penetration was sharpened by those
damnable, blissful cords. They pressed my flesh tightly to his, making his
invasion into a full-out assault.
And
then he matched his rhythm to the rain.
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