Madame Eve never disappoints, does she? I’ve written five 1NS stories now and I really do love writing in this world. I will admit that they are entirely addictive. I think the reason is because you go into writing the books knowing that the couple is a perfect match.So romantic.
It doesn’t matter if it’s a paranormal, GLBT, or BDSM—Madame Eve will not only pair up the perfect couple, but she’ll put them in the perfect setting so their love can blossom, or they can fulfill the lustful night they are after. There is something very romantic about that and it’s refreshing to not have to deal with “hard times” to get the couple together.
When I started All She Wants for Christmas is Her Dom, I wasn’t expecting the little twist in the story that connected it all. I really thought I’d take a woman, Taryn, and a Dom, Blake, and give them one night hot BDSM! But the characters as always—including Madame Eve—threw some surprises at me.
I’ve learned one thing from writing these stories—as much as the characters take me on an adventure, Madame Eve always has a few shockers in there to make me stunned at what I’m writing.And this happened a few times over when writing this story. She not only picked the perfect couple to be together, but she reminded me that she always has a few tricks up her sleeve.
Madame Eve’s 1NightStand service has brought together Blake and Taryn on a cold Christmas Eve at the Castillo Lodge. The two will set out on an adventure of pain and pleasure surrounded by Alaskan snow-capped mountains and nestled in a warm country lodge. But as the night develops, Taryn discovers it’s not Christmas presents that will surprise her but instead the very man who mastered her through a night of intense BDSM.
WARNING- This book contains explicit sexual situations, graphic language, and material that some readers may find objectionable: INTENSE BDSM theme and elements.
The suite in the Castillo Lodge far exceeded Blake’s expectations. Rustic in appearance with log walls, hardwood panel floors, and the rich scent of evergreens filling the air, it was exactly what he requested and fit the mood for a Christmas getaway. The room delighted him, but the woman who stood before him enchanted him more.
He led the blindfolded Taryn over to the four-poster wooden bed with a quilt on top and placed her hands on the railing over the footboard. “I suggest you present yourself.” She bent over, spread her long, sexy legs, and angled her hips to expose her ass decorated by a thong. Her straight brown locks hung loosely down her back, covering the crimson lace bra that looked lovely against her pale skin. “Nicely done.”
Her chest rose and fell quickly. Nervous?The thought only lingered on his mind a moment—no one paired with him would hold anxieties. As a Dom, he demanded much of his submissives. He needed them to be strong and obedient. And Madame Eve, a matchmaker out of Las Vegas who had arranged the encounter, had been well aware of that fact. As he examined her more closely, he equated her reaction to being aroused, and relished the thought that his mere presence caused her reaction.
“I’m here to please you, Sir.”
The fire in the large stone fireplace on the far side of the large room cast a lovely glow over her skin. “Your desire to entice me is working.” He pressed his hard cock against the seam of her ass to declare she hadn’t been the only one affected. “I appreciate you addressing me with such respect, but for now, we can do without it. I’d advise, though, to use the term when you believe I want to hear it.” He rubbed himself against her and held back his groan. “Is my cock what you want?”
“My pussy aches for you.”
He chuckled before he moved away and saw her stance falter. “That kind of pleasure you’ll have to earn.”
She proved she was a skilled submissive as she recovered her position without pause. “I want to earn it, Sir.”
He strode toward his bag on the floor by the stone fireplace and took out his flogger. She tensed as he flicked his hand to allow her to hear the sound of the tails whooshing through the air. “Do you have a safe word, my pet?”
He positioned himself behind her and trailed the flogger over her backside. “Explain why that word holds significance?” He smacked her ass with a hard hit to test her limits.
“I’m a U.S. Marshal in Texas.” She groaned. “Supervisory Deputy to be exact.”
He ran the flogger over her bottom again to tease her. “Is that why the submissive role appeals to you, because of the job you hold?”
“It feels wonderful to give up the control I carry in my day-to-day life.” She moaned as he issued another hit. “And I enjoy being punished.”
He’d already known she enjoyed pain play. Madame Eve had sent him an extensive list of her limits, but he preferred learning for himself where those limits were drawn. “How long have you lived the BDSM lifestyle?”
“Five years.” She squeaked as he delivered a hard hit on her back then let the tails of the flogger tickle down the sweet cheeks of her ass.
“But you haven’t had a lifestyle Dom?”
“I—” She paused. “I’d prefer not to discuss it.”
Unacceptable. He hit hard twice. She bowed her head and cringed. “I didn’t ask what you preferred. Answer the question.”
She breathed deep as he hit lightly along her thighs. “I did have someone, but not anymore.”
“Would he be jealous that I’m your Dom tonight?”
“I’d imagine he would be.” She gasped when he flogged her on the shoulders and continued down her back.
“I suppose then, I’ll need to leave my mark on you for all to see, so they’re well aware who you belong to now.”
Stacey Kennedy’s novels are lighthearted fantasy with heart squeezing, thigh-clenching romance, and even give a good chuckle every now and again. But within the stories you’ll find fast paced action, life threatening moments and a big bad villain that needs to be destroyed. Her urban fantasy/paranormal and erotic romance series have hit Amazon Kindle and All Romance Ebooks Bestseller lists. If she isn’t plugging away at her next novel, tending to her two little ones, she’s got her nose deep in a good book. She lives in Ontario, Canada with her husband.
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