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By Sorcha Mowbray
Take one successful woman who has made it in a
man’s world and add in a dom. Force them together for weeks at a time, turn up
the heat to simmer, and sit back and watch. For some people the power dynamics
in the bedroom (and out) make all the difference.
In a relationship where you are exploring or
practicing BDSM a discussion of power dynamics must overtly happen. In the case
of a submissive (sub) and a dominant (dom) there is a conscious shift of power.
The sub agrees to relinquish their power to the dom who agrees not to abuse
that power and to be responsible for all the sub’s needs during that time.
(Keep in mind, this is a brief summary of a complicated relationship.) It is
said that the sub is really the more powerful in the relationship because they
can call a halt to all activity with their safe word, and in part because they
are strong enough to surrender control.
Exploring power dynamics is a very intimate
journey. Some people manage to do this on a casual basis, but by all accounts
it is best experienced with a trusted partner. That said, it can be a vehicle
for building trust and creating intimacy where none exists—particularly in
erotica.
Blurb
Shannon Pearce is an acquisitions
specialist who helps businesses buy other businesses. Her latest project has
left her fantasizing about her provocative client with nothing but BOB to ease
her ache. After closing the deal successfully she is faced with another
proposition of a very personal nature.
Dalton Granger can’t get his very sexy
acquisition specialist out of his head. For weeks he has been tormented by the
idea of not only having her in his bed, but at his mercy. What dom doesn’t
fantasize about a sensual, submissive woman? But, can she let go long enough to
relax and give him the control he craves? If she does, will she dance along the
edge of passion with him and push her own boundaries?
Excerpt
Alone
with the person who occupied too much of her thoughts Shannon prepared herself
for the final onslaught of Dalton Granger’s potent sexuality. The man exuded
confidence and lust, filling the air around him with an aphrodisiac of the
finest quality.
“Congratulations,
Mr. Granger. You made an excellent buy.” She focused on collecting the
documents to be filed with the Securities and Exchange Commission to document
the purchase of DiGiCode, a publicly traded company. Stock prices would go
through the roof once the market opened on Monday morning.
“I
did indeed. I know a good thing when I see it.” The deep resonance of his voice
worked its way past her protective layers of clothing to twist and pull at her
nipples, as though his fingers danced across her skin. How the hell did he do
that?
Clutching
her paperwork to her chest as a shield, she looked at him. Really looked at
him. His dark brown hair and black walnut eyes made for an intimidating
pairing, heightened by his physical mass. At six-foot-one or maybe two, Dalton
existed as a superior specimen of the male form. Under the finely tailored
suits he favored, he hid a body in excellent shape. The one time she’d gotten a
hint of his masculine perfection had come the day before when her stiletto
snagged in a grate on the street as they walked to lunch. She tottered, sure to
collide with the unforgiving pavement. Instead the iron bands of his arms
snaked out to catch her, pulling her hard against his muscled chest. She’d
gasped in shock, from both the near miss and the current of desire winging
through her from the close contact.
Before,
she’d relied on her imagination in her fantasies of the compelling man. Now,
she had a wealth of sensory data to put to erotic use. Last night her dreams
had included powerful biceps, a well-muscled chest, and the man’s scent.
Whatever cologne he wore should be traded as liquid gold on the market. The
fresh, clean smell devastated a girl’s senses and played hell on her
concentration.
Hence
the long, drawn out silence as he ate her up with his eyes. Without a doubt, he
made her feel like a good thing. “It would seem that way. Well, I’m sure you
are eager to go celebrate your purchase.”
She
edged around the formidable threat to her good intentions. Two steps from
escape, he reached out and grabbed her upper arm. Her body ignited. The crotch
of her thong soaked through, verging on saturation. Her nipples poked through
the delicate blouse as though they could escape their confinement. Her toes
curled in her high heels. All that, and he hadn’t even kissed her.
SorchaMowbray
is a mild mannered office worker by day…okay, so she is actually a mouthy,
opinionated, take charge kind of gal who bosses everyone around; but she
definitely works in an office. At night she writes romance so hot she sets the
sheets on fire! Just ask her slightly singed husband.
She
is a longtime lover of historical romance, having grown up reading Johanna
Lindsey and Judith McNaught. Then she discovered Thea Devine and Susan Johnson.
Holy cow! Heroes and heroines could do THAT? From there, things devolved into
trying her hand at writing a little smexy. Needless to say, she liked it and
she hopes you do too!
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