TGIF

It’s Friday, and I’m hoping to have a great weekend. I have a HUGE To Do List, but I’m always better under pressure. SOme of the stuff is writing oriented, some f it isn’t, but all of it is geared towards making it easier for me to write in the future.
I asked a Question of the Day on Monday, and have a prize to give away today as a result. Chosen randomly from the commenters, Carol B winds a copy of PLEASURE’S EDGE by EVE BERLIN.
WHyd di she choose for her character to be an author? I asked her and here’s what she said.

“In my debut Eve Berlin novel with Berkley Heat, PLEASURE’S EDGE, my heroine, Dylan Ivory, is an erotica author. I wanted her to have a good reason to search out a sexual dominant-and to be open-minded enough when it came to sex to consider Alec’s suggestion that she try submitting to him in order to really research the book she was working on. And also because I always love to put a bit of myself into my heroines, and what better aspect of myself than my writing? Or my open-mindedness about sex. If only I had her gorgeous auburn curls…and her BMW.

It’s a debut novel for Eve, who also happens to be Eden Bradley, writing under another name. While I haven’t read this one, I have read plenty of Eden’s stories, and I LOVE THEM… and I have no doubt this one is just as good, if not better (as she only seems to get better with each story).
CHeck out the blurb and X Rated excerpt below!
Carol, use the CONTACT button here to email me your snail mail address so I can send you your prize! Oh, and yes, I’m writing again, not sure if it’ll be an novel or novella yet though. 😉
Pleasure’s Edge
by Eve Berlin

How do you know…

For beautiful erotica author Dylan Ivory, being in control is everything. Growing up in a dysfunctional home, she raised her younger brother—right up to the day he died in a motorcycle accident. Since then, she has lived a life of perfect order, leaving nothing to chance. Then she met the man who was everything she was not…and everything she wanted.

How far you can go…

Alec Walker is a writer of dark psychological thrillers—and a man who lives for thrills. From motorcycles to snowboards to swimming with sharks, there’s no end to his lust for excitement. His tastes extend into the bedroom as well, and into The Pleasure Dome, the local BDSM club where he lets no rules bind his desires. The only thing he truly fears is love, and allowing someone else to really know him…

Unless you go over the edge?

While researching a book on sexual extremes, Dylan interviews Alec—and longs to taste the temptation he offers. But he’s a self-proclaimed dominant and she refuses to surrender control. Slowly and seductively, though, Alec shows her that by letting go and submitting to his every desire she can experience the ultimate pleasure. But to keep the woman who for the first time brings him to his knees , can Alec take the ultimate risk and surrender his heart?

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“Readers are going to feel the burn just turning the pages in Berlin’s BDSM-heavy story. Her characters are strong, the plot tight, the sex hot and, better than all that, her wrap-up is perfect…” ~RT Book Reviews-4 ½ Stars!
“Rarely do you find an author so adept at creating evocative characters and weaving them into a lush, sensual world. Eve Berlin is a stunning talent!”~Crystal Jordan, author of UNTAMED and ON THE PROWL
“Amazing. Eve Berlin is now officially on my must read list… PLEASURE’S EDGE is a fast-paced, sensual spicy ride with complex characters that are a joy to get to know… a masterpiece of character development… an absolutely satisfying ride.” ~The Romance Reviews
AN X Rated EXCERPT:
He was hard as hell, with her body warm in his lap, her need written all over her beautiful face. It was his job to serve that need. His own need was like a hammering beat in his groin, one he could barely control. He wasn’t used to that. To the extremity of it: heat, desire, pure animal lust.
But he could handle it, he reminded himself. He always had. He simply had to keep a reign on it, bank it for now. And give her what she desired. It was his job, one he did well.
Keeping one hand behind her neck, he squeezed a little. Confusion crossed her features.
“Quiet, Dylan.”
She looked as if she was going to speak, then closed her mouth.
“Good girl.”
A small shiver running through her at his words.
Ah, she would be the perfect bottom, this woman. That compelling combination of strength and fire and a natural submissive response.
He squeezed harder, simply holding her, a means to control her. Physically, but this was something that always seemed to have a psychological effect on anyone with submissive tendencies, as well. And it was working with her beautifully.
He kept his gaze on her face as he slipped his other hand between her thighs, used it to spread them apart.
Her mouth went into a small “˜o’, but she didn’t say a word.
He moved his hands in between that lush flesh, found the heat of her mound through her black panties.
“Tell me you want this, Dylan,” he commanded.
“I…yes. I want this.”
He found the edge of the fabric, slipped his fingers under it. A small moan from her. But she kept her eyes open, her gaze on his, as his fingers skimmed the swollen folds between her thighs.
Christ, she was wet. Soaked. And it was going to kill him to touch her like this and do nothing about the hammering pulse of his cock. But he would do it.
He slipped his fingers over her pussy, parted the full flesh, his fingers resting there for a moment. So damn hot. Then he found her clit and pinched it lightly.
“Oh!”
Still her gaze didn’t waver.
He pulled on the swollen nub of flesh, massaged it. Her breath came faster, until she was panting, her red lips parted. When he pushed two fingers into her, she gasped.
His cock twitched.
Like heated velvet inside, hot and wet and his cock wanted in.
Control.
He took a deep breath, thrust his fingers inside her. She squirmed on his lap, making him ache. But he was intent on her, his hand inside her, pushing deeper, until he knew by her mewling cries that he’d found her G-spot.
“Come for me, Dylan.”
And she did; it was that simple. Her sex clenched around his pumping fingers, her body arching. His cock thrummed with need, his pulse racing.
“Ah, God…Alec…”
She bit her lip and it was too good to resist. Leaning in, he took that plump flesh between his teeth and bit down, just hard enough, then opened her lips with his tongue. She was coming, panting into his mouth. And he took it all in: her pleasure, her sighs, the sharp scent of her desire in the air.
She was still shivering when he pulled back and moved her, laying her face down on his lap.
“Alec?”
Her body went tense all over.
“Shh. It’s time, Dylan. This is why we’re here. You’re ready.”
“Alec…No. I can’t…”
She was struggling to sit up, but he held her more firmly.
“Are you telling me “˜red’? Are you safe-wording out of the scene? If you are, I will let you up and we’ll get you dressed and leave here. Is that what you want?”
“I…no.”
He could barely stand to do it, to hold her down. Spank her. It would only make his straining cock harder, make it more difficult to keep himself under control. No woman had challenged his self control the way Dylan did. But he could deal with it. He simply would. He wanted to touch her more than anything in the world at this moment.
“Are we staying, Dylan?”
“Yes.”
He could feel the slightest give in her body. It was enough. He pulled the sheer mesh of her panties into the sweet line between her cheeks, baring them to his hands. He smoothed his palms over the silken flesh, just stroking her skin. Eventually, she went loose in his lap. Perfect. As perfect as the tight curve of her bare ass.
He began to tap with his fingertips, just hard enough that he knew she could feel it. He listened to her breathing for any sign of panic, but she was fine so far. He slapped a little harder, the flat of his palm making a small smacking sound. Her breathing didn’t change, but her flesh grew warm and showed the slightest tinge of pink.
“Are you all right, Dylan?”
“Yes.”
She was still loose and warm, and he knew she was slipping into the edge of subspace, had perhaps already reached it when he was working her with his fingers, before she even came.
His cock twitched, swelled.
Don’t think about that now. Concentrate.
He smacked her harder, his other hand still holding the back of her neck firmly. He knew she was feeling some pain. He also knew the desire in her body could convert it to pleasure if he handled her correctly.
He intended to.
Pausing to stroke her pinking skin, he smiled to himself at the lovely blush there. Drawing his fingertips over her buttocks, he pinched at the undersides. She squirmed, but her breath was still even. There wasn’t an ounce of tension in her muscles. He knew if he could see her face her pupils would be dilated, her cheeks flushed.
“Dylan, are you with me?”
“Yes.”
“I’m going to really spank you now.”
A soft moan, then she said, “Yes…”
“Good girl.”
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