I received the rights back for my story Controlling Interest. It's part of the sexy Erotically Bound series with Hanky Spanky.
Here's the blurb and an excerpt along with the cover reveal of the new cover designed by Dar Albert at Wicked Smart Designs!
Controlling
Interest
Francesca
Hawley
It's hard
to keep things strictly business when the naturally submissive Mozelle “Mouse”
Vincent challenges Torin Stuart at every turn and he finds there's more at stake
than a controlling interest in the exclusive BDSM club they now share. Because
love is the ultimate prize in their power exchange.
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An
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CONTROLLING
INTEREST
Copyright
© FRANCESCA HAWLEY, 2011, 2016
She looked
beyond Mouse and smiled. “Perfect. He’s right on time for once.”
“He who?”
“Torin.”
“Oh my God…” Mouse
shivered and ducked her head, adjusting her mask to make sure her face was
completely covered.
Mistress
Zarah surveyed her. “Oh, now that’s just not fair. I bet you creamed your
panties, didn’t you?”
“Mistress,
could you please keep your voice down?” Mouse hissed, heat filling her cheeks.
Zarah
chuckled. “Oh, I don’t think so. But for your sake, I suggest you don’t speak
much when he comes over here or he might recognize your voice.” She turned her
head to look behind Mouse. “Ah, Torin. How are you, dear?”
He came
around Mouse and gave Zarah a brief hug and a kiss on the cheek. “Well enough,
considering.”
“It’s such a
loss. We’ll miss Regine terribly, you know that, don’t you?”
“I do. Thank
you.” Torin turned and looked Mouse over from head to toe. “Very nice. Is she
yours?”
“No, darling.
A guest who wants to explore the dark side.”
“As a
submissive or is she a Domme in training?”
“Submissive.”
Tor turned
the full force of his gaze on her. Their eyes met briefly before she dropped
her gaze to his shoes. Please let him not recognize her. Please.
“Yes,
definitely a submissive,” he purred. He lifted his hand and paused, glancing at
Zarah. “May I?”
“The choice
is hers.”
“Do you have
a name?” He asked, brushing a strand of hair off her forehead. Normally, she
kept her bushy hair pinned severely back, but the letter that arrived with the
clothes ordered her to let it fall around her face naturally.
She glanced
at Mistress Zarah, begging for help. Zarah smiled. “Her name is Minnie.”
“Minnie?
Unusual.”
“That’s her
name tonight. Who knows? Her name tomorrow might be Mickey.”
Mouse glared
at Zarah, who just laughed.
“Do you want
to play with me, Minnie?”
Mouse’s eyes
flew to Tor’s. Did he know? Surely not. And what the hell did he mean by play?
“Play?” she
squeaked. Damn it. Why did she always have to squeak like a mouse when she was
anxious? At least Tor was unfamiliar with her nervous habit because by the time
they’d met, Regine had worked the squeak right out of her.
He chuckled,
his fingers trailed along the bare skin of her arm from her shoulder to her
wrist. Gently, he encircled her wrist and rubbed the vulnerable skin there with
his forefinger.
“Yes, Miss
Squeak. Play. That means you and I go someplace private and I give you a
spanking you’ll never forget. A spanking that will have you begging for more.”
Mouse
couldn’t catch her breath as he lightly ran his fingertips up to her elbow. He
leaned close and brushed his lips along the edge of her ear. She jerked when
his tongue flicked against her lobe.
“Sensitive,
aren’t you?” he murmured.
“Yes.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Oh sorry.
Yes, Sir.” Her voice was barely a whisper.
He chuckled
in her ear. His hand moved from her elbow to her waist while he tormented her
by trailing the fingers of his other hand from her wrist to her shoulder. Then
he brushed a finger along her shoulder and up along her neck. Mouse couldn’t
stop the shiver that coursed through her at his touch.
“You haven’t
answered my question. Would you like to play with me?”
She closed
her eyes at his purr. God, she wanted him. But what was she letting herself in
for if she agreed to this? She opened her eyes and she saw Mistress Zarah
grinning at her.
“The choice
is yours. What do you want?”
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