Title: Rough Surrender
Author: Cari Silverwood
Genre: BDSM, Historical Romance/Fantasy, Mystery, Romance, Suspense,
Publisher: Lyrical Press
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Words: 78,000
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Book Description:
At a time
when airplanes are as new-fangled and sensational as the telephone, Faith dares
to fly.
The one territory
she has not explored is her own sexuality. In Leonhardt she discovers the man
who can teach her how a woman surrenders her body and her mind. However,
Leonhardt has a shadowed past and his own learning to do. He doesn't have the
right to keep Faith from flying, even if he thinks airplanes are flimsy
death-traps made of canvas, timber and their inventor's prayers.
Faith has
her limits, Leonhardt has his flaws, and sometimes the nicest people get
murdered by unscrupulous bastards. Even if Leonhardt can save the woman he
loves, the battle for Faith’s heart will be the hardest one of all.
WARNING: BDSM, anal sex, orgasms galore, and a Dom who likes to claim his property
with pen, ink and bondage.
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Excerpt - Rough Surrender by Cari Silverwood
"Faith
halted at the door, put her palm to the wood while her other hand brushed her
fringe back as well as she could without a mirror--needing that moment to
compose herself.
Liar. Damnable liar. She had let him do that. She couldn’t trust herself.
“Leonhardt,”
he said.
“What?”
Frowning, she turned. At least, this time he’d kept some distance, a few feet,
between them. Not enough. Her treacherous tongue curled out to touch her lip. Why
did she do that? As if...as if she could taste him on the air. Her nostrils
flared. She could smell him, though: tobacco and soap and sweat, but even in
winter, Cairo would make anyone sweat.
“Leonhardt.
Call me that.”
“I doubt
that would be appropriate, Mr. Meisner.”
His mouth
curved in a small smile. “You lied before. Of course.” He took an unhurried
stride forward, brought up his arms and braced them either side of her head.
Hell.
“If it
weren’t for that adorable tongue of yours, I’d have let you go. Now, I’m going
to see what you taste like.” He lowered his head.
Faith
strained away, the back of her skull smacking lightly into the timber.
“Don’t
move.” Those two words were like nails driving her into place. He covered her
lips with his and she gave a muffled groan as his tongue slid into her mouth
alongside hers.
All
resistance vaporized. She fought to stay aware and upright though her legs
threatened to collapse and her logical brain had disintegrated into a swirl of
lustful thoughts. Nothing mattered except the feel of him inside her. His lips
pressed and slid, his teeth caught her flesh here, there...his breath merged
with hers. This was a man who knew how to take.
His body
moved in, squeezing her between timber and man. If she needed to breathe, she
must accept what he gave her. If he didn’t hold her there, she’d fall. The
world shifted on its axis.
Sweet Jesus, she loved it.
This time,
when he drew away, she kept her fingers hooked into the heavy fabric of his
coat. Something hard and long pulsed against her stomach--his manhood. All of
their own accord, her hips arched forward. Her panting came a little faster.
“We’d best
be leaving.” He stroked the side of her face with his knuckles.
“Mmm.”
Someone had put glue on her tongue and throat
“Mmm? You kiss
like an angel come down from heaven, sweetheart. Tell me the truth this time,
before I let you go. Did you like that?”
Before I let you go That matter-of-fact statement shook her. Her eyes
swept up, found his--so striking, so intense. She searched for a word to
describe them. Animalistic? When eyes were given out, he’d been given the wrong
ones--those of a hawk or wolf.
She
considered lying but couldn’t, not while he held her still in place. “Yes,” she
whispered. “I did.”
His
knuckles feathered over her lips and, on impulse, she licked at them. His eyes
darkened.
A hiss
escaped from between his teeth. “You tempt me too much.” Then he stood, moved
back and gestured at the door.
It took a
moment for her to adjust to the loss--of feeling his body on hers.
By the time
he slid back the door and guided her toward the motorcar with his hand low on
her back, she’d done some thinking. If she’d doubted his effect on her, she now
knew for certain. He’d given her an entirely new understanding of kissing. Mr.
Meisner...Leonhardt, could own her without doing anything more than saying a
single word.
He opened
the passenger door. Their eyes met.
Well, two
words. She wasn’t that easy.
Don’t move. The memory of her response scalded her. Like a cat
on heat, she wanted to lie down at his feet and arch her back. Whatever am I going to do?"
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