One day to go before BEG ME is released!

Just one day left to go before Beg Me is released. I am so excited! To celebrate I will be running a give away over at Good Reads. Please check back in a few days for more news.

I'll leave you with a little taster, an excerpt from Beg Me...

The rest of his body was toned like his shoulders. A lithe, graceful torso rippled into a tapered waist, ending with strong thighs and legs. Despite being in a BDSM club where leather dominated the attire, he wore ripped denim jeans and a tight white T-shirt, his half-mask the only leather adornment.

“You okay? I’m sorry about the asshole.” He moved forward, cradled her hand in his. Gently, he rubbed the pad of his thumb over her racing pulse point.

The movement was soothing. Sheer, blissful pleasure slid through her blood. His thumb worked over her skin, creating ribbons of heat. Tessa bit down on her lower lip. She mentally fanned herself and prayed she didn’t melt into a pool of orgasmic harmony.

His thumb moved around and around in a lazy circle. She became mesmerized, watching it dance a pattern on her skin. Those electrifying zings reached an all-time high as her body readied itself for action. Her nipples peaked beneath the fabric of her shirt and moisture pooled between her thighs. She’d been turned on by Karl’s spanking but this was different. A deeper attraction on a base level. The deep-seated need to be fucked by someone stronger than her.

The physical action she craved would never happen. She didn’t do casual sex. Not with anyone from Inferno and especially not with the buff god standing less than a foot away. He was too dominating, too arousing.

Raising her gaze to his, Tessa blushed. A predatory confidence burned there, setting the green contours of his eyes alight with what she could only describe as sexual desire. When he grinned and touched his full upper lip with the tip of his tongue, she mentally bit down on her knuckles and groaned. Her masked savior was sex on a stick. And she knew exactly where she wanted to lick first.

“You seem a little dazed. Want me to repeat the question?” His voice, a rich timbre in her ears, held a slightly Southern lilt that made her desire more painful. She’d always had a weakness for a Texan twang.

She regained some composure and withdrew her hand from his grasp. “I’m okay. A little shocked and feeling a little stupid. I should have remembered my safeword.” She gave the guy a wry smile, feeling foolish for allowing herself to be so naïve.

He pushed a hand through his spiky hair. She followed the movement, fascinated by the length and slenderness of his fingers. “We pride ourselves on a safe and discreet environment here at Inferno. I’m sorry you had to experience that in your search for a Dominant.”

Tessa frowned. Just because she was on the receiving end of a spanking didn’t mean she was looking for a Dominant. How could he assume something like that? It wasn’t like she had it written on her forehead.

Lifting her chin, she stared straight into his arrogant, cocky eyes. “How do you know I’m not here looking for a submissive?”

Her words brought laughter. Not just any laugh but a throw-back-your-head-and-roar type of laugh. Her cheeks burned with humiliation.

Gritting her teeth, she asked, “What’s so funny?”

The guy took a deep breath and looked down. His eyes danced with humor and a mischievous glint, sending zings through her body all over again. Her cheeks now burned with something other than embarrassment.

“What’s funny is the thought of you coming here to find a submissive.” Leaning forward, he fingered her lapel intimately. His gazed burned into hers. “You don’t have a dominant bone in your body, lady.”

Tessa didn’t know whether to grab his tight, white T-shirt and beg him to kiss her or to be offended by his comment. He spoke with such conviction, such absolute authority, she knew he had a dominant bone, and more than one.

Still, it didn’t become a woman to let a man get the better of her. On second thought, that was exactly why she was here. To let a man get the better of her. The whole Dominant/submissive thing was really confusing.

“And how do you know I don’t have a dominant bone in my body? You don’t even know me, mister.” There, she’d told him. “In fact, I might be looking for a nice piece of ass just like yourself to take home. I’ll bend you over and spank those tight buns ‘til you scream.”

He raised an eyebrow and stopped rubbing her shirt. He just stared at her, as if looking straight into her soul. Then, wrapping his fingers around her arms, he gently pushed her against the nearest wall. Her back collided with the concrete and she let out a squeak. Whether from shock or excitement, she didn’t know.

He had her trapped, and Tessa loved every second of it.

Her breath hitched, her body cried out kiss me, kiss me, take me! A body could be a treacherous thing. Her lips parted in anticipation. Her pussy throbbed with delight.

The guy slapped one hand against the wall above her head. With the other, he stroked her hipbone. The guy was really into stroking.

“How about I just bend you over my knee right here and give you a spanking?” The tone of his voice was low, intimate, husky. The sounds of the club faded away. All she could hear was him, all she could smell was his spicy, woodsy scent.

His breath tickled her ear as he leaned into her body and whispered, “You’d like me to spank you, get those tight ass cheeks all red. You’d beg me and I wouldn’t stop. You’d beg me to fuck you.”

Stunned yet shamelessly excited by this rough talk, Tessa opened her mouth to speak but his lips covered hers in a kiss that was anything but gentle. It was hard and brutal. Just how she needed it. Just how she’d fantasized millions of times in the past.