In case the title makes you wonder, All Chained Up a BDSM romance. It’s also the second in a series. The first was On Your Knees. This book is about Ryan’s brother Theo. Theo appears in the first book. In fact, one of the early scenes in this book is a duplicate of a scene in On Your Knees. The difference is that in the first book, it was from the perspective of the heroine of that book. In this story, it’s from Theo’s perspective. Same dialogue and action, but very different scenes.
So… here’s a look at my upcoming book: All Chained Up (Ellora’s Cave, November 7, 2007)
On the run from a stalker, Keera has carefully hidden her attraction to Theo, knowing surrender to her lust isn’t an option. She can’t put him in danger. Theo, however, is determined to take the choice from her hands.
For months, he’s studied her and he has a few secrets of his own. The biggest is his D/s lifestyle. He’s a Dom without a submissive, but he’s not interested in anyone but Keera.
After a surprise night of passion, she consents to be his. But one minute she’s there, the next she’s gone and on the run again. Theo is determined to bring her back to his side where he can protect her. Then he’ll keep her there forever, wrapped in the chains of his love.
Keera rubbed her wrists and glanced over at the tarot cards piled on the bedside table. The four of wands was flipped over, winking at her. Regret filled her. This time she was leaving everything. Theo. Her only refuge. Her most precious keepsake from her mother.
She glared at that card. Romance, freedom from what bound her and refuge from the turmoil in her life? Yeah, right. Obviously, her mother was the only one with any card reading ability. Keera had gotten it all wrong.
She looked at Theo, knowing if circumstances were different, he could be the man to provide all the things promised by the tarot card.
“I’ll be right back,” she choked.
Liar, liar, liar. Someday, if this was ever over, she’d explain to him.
Before she melted into a wallowing spineless heap, she headed for the bathroom on the sure feet of one who’d walked these floors hundreds of times. She couldn’t be weak. Despite the dark, she closed the bathroom door and shut out the illumination from the flickering candles. She didn’t need it. The window here didn’t have a curtain and moonlight flooded the bathroom. Slowly, she turned the door’s lock, careful to keep it from clicking.
Immediately, she went to the glass and looked outside. She knew this beach and the surrounding woods well enough. If she got a head start on Theo, she’d be well hidden before he discovered she’d escaped.
Unlatching the window, she pushed up the wood. It creaked. Loudly. Urgently, she shoved it up and dove through the unscreened opening. Hopefully, he hadn’t heard the screech. Yeah right. His yell, followed by the pounding on the door and the rattle of the doorknob, confirmed her fear.
She’d better run fast.
Rolling to her feet, she dashed across the sucking sand. Behind her Theo bellowed her name, the sound caught in the wind and nearly drowned by the crashing waves. She didn’t slow as she headed for the trees beyond the rise of sand. Dodging a stand of rocks, she hit firmer ground and gained speed.
She didn’t dare look back and hoped her head start would be enough. Damn that swollen wood for announcing her departure.
Suddenly, Theo crashed into her back, arms locking around her waist. He twisted as they went to the ground and took the brunt of the impact. In one smooth motion, he flipped her onto her back and rolled over her.
“Ow,” she griped.
He glared down at her, the moon reflecting on the fury flicking in his eyes. “You have no idea.”
He didn’t wait for her consent or cooperation. Angrily, he pushed her long T-shirt over her head and tossed the garment towards the waves. Her panties immediately followed. The waves worked with him, pulling the pieces of clothing out into the lake where they became irretrievable.
Panting she lay naked in his arms while he stared down at her. Lake Superior’s spray speckled his bare chest, reminding her of what it had been like when they’d both been damp after he’d fucked her repeatedly. Every remarkable inch of his muscled form pressed into her, reminiscent of what it had been to have him straining over her while they both rushed to completion. Her middle went soft and fluttery. Why did she have to want him so badly? Unconsciously, she lifted into him.
With a groan, Theo captured her lips. His tongue plunged deep inside, dominating her mouth as he dominated her body. His hands were everywhere setting her on fire. It seemed years since they’d parted, not a mere day. Urgently, he ripped at his clothes.
“You will not escape me,” he promised.
Children: If my son forgets his lunchbox one more time this year, he’s taking the Barbie lunchbox to school. Yes, this is standard torture at my house. It’s yet to happen, but the threat scares the tar out of even the most forgetful boys. I’m just hoping we won’t go through 8 pairs of gloves—each!!—this year. Homework avoidance an 8 on the standard 1-10 scale of homework perfection.
Laundry: 1 (I’m now calling the first load, my Amarinda load)
Words Written: 998