The "Red is for ……" series. Everyone has a secret, and in a
small town these secrets are not always as well hidden as we'd like them to be.
The series is centred on a clandestine, and very exclusive, BDSM club and its
members. The club is based under the Whisky Distillery of the Dalguise family
on Speyside. Every member of the club has something they want to hide. How they
cope with their secrets is very different in each case, but the help and
support they receive from their friends in the club helps them with the
difficult choices they have to make. There are five books planned for this
series. The first one is released in Kobo and Nook today, having been a Kindle
exclusive for the last few months. The second one is almost through the editing
process and will be released in all formats together in the very near future.
"Red is for Danger" book one in the series.
Blurb
Take one handsome, young redhead, Calum Dalguise, fresh from the triumph
of restoring his family's fortunes, add a luscious P.A., who is in love with
him, and a clandestine and very exclusive BDSM club: the result is a delicious
blend of romance, BDSM, and danger. A hint from a friend makes Calum realise
that Fiona, his P.A., is submissive, so he throws himself into the enjoyable
task of training her. A careless word by a nervous young sub almost brings
disaster down on their heads, luckily they are saved at the last minute, but to
whom do they really owe their rescue? Will Fiona's gamble pay off? Can Calum
convince her they have a future together?
Story Excerpt
The icing on the cake was Dalguise himself. That
family had always thought way too much of themselves. The old man had sacked
him, and then the young one had refused to take him back. That snooty personal
assistant had had him escorted from the premises when he’d protested at his
treatment. Look at her now. She’d pay well to keep those photos out of the
press, as would the two men. Revenge was going to be sweet. He’d make them pay,
or enjoy seeing their ridicule and ruin at the hands of the gutter press.
They’d be queuing up to publish the whole sordid story. The local rag wouldn’t
do it, because its owner was as thick as thieves with Dalguise and Macleod, but
the nationals would pay a hell of a lot for it.
He withdrew the camera and closed the doors. Then
he went back up the stairs and out into the night. He relocked the doors. When
they got tired of their games he’d come back and get lots of pictures of the
equipment. It was going to make a juicy story. He’d go back home and write the
note. Later he’d be back
Adult Excerpt
“You’ve no need to beg for my affection. It’s all
yours. Communication is what was lacking on both sides. I’m sorry to have
worried you, but I did what I did in order to avoid worrying you. It seems I
made a mess of that.” He held out his hand and although she hesitated for a few
seconds, she took it. He raised her hand to his lips and kissed her palm, then
the pulse point at her wrist until he felt her blood flow tumultuously in her
veins. Then he pulled her to her feet and into his arms.
“Fiona, my love,” he murmured into her hair.” I’d
do anything to avoid hurting you, don’t you know that?”
She looked up and he bent his head and kissed her.
It was a warm, tender kiss to start with and he didn’t intend it to go further,
but she opened her lips and he gathered her closer and his mouth possessed
hers. Their tongues danced and she pressed herself against him. He felt his
cock swell and he knew he had to have her.
“I need you inside me now,” she said. “Please, Sir,
I’ve missed you so.”
He cleared one end of his desk, sweeping papers
unheeded to the floor. He bent her over it, flipped up her skirt and pulled her
knickers down until they fell to her ankles. His trousers and trunks were down
over his hips and his cock sprang free. He’d never been so desperate in his
life to fuck a woman. She wriggled her bottom in impatience, opening her legs
as wide as she could and he sank his dick deep inside her. He didn't bother
with a condom. He wasn’t going to fuck anyone but her. She moaned.
“Yes, oh yes. Fuck me hard, fuck me now, please,
Sir.”
He needed no further urging. Withdrawing, he thrust
back into her, lifting her up on her toes with the force of it. “Yes, more,
harder, faster,” she pleaded. He grinned.
“My Fiona. My delicious… wanton…naughty… sexy…
little… kitten.” As he said each word, he thrust his dick deep into her pussy
with all the force he could muster.
She held onto the desk and her sobbing little moans
at each stroke, coupled with the way her pussy muscles grasped his cock, as if
she never wanted to let him leave her, drove him on and on, until she screamed
his name when she came and pushed him over the edge. He emptied his load deep
inside her, then he collapsed over her onto his desk. He had sufficient
strength left to place a hand on either side of her, but it was a while before
he could catch his breath and try to stand on his wobbly legs. He helped her to
stand, too, and then they hobbled to the bathroom, giggling at each other’s
attempts to walk with knickers or trousers around their ankles. Once cleaned
up, he took her in his arms and kissed the tip of her nose.
“This isn’t over yet, my pet. There’s still the
matter of that camera. I’ll see you after work."
"Red is for Fire"
BLURB
What do you do when your man is too compliant? Lead
him a merry dance until he loses his cool and behaves the way you want him to
of course. Edana will have none of the polite and considerate Andrew and true
love never did run smoothly, then the Lady takes a hand ....
Story Excerpt
"The Procurator Fiscal to see you, Mr Dalguise," Fiona said, as
she ushered him into Calum's office. My but that Fiona's a pleasant armful.
The way she looks at young Calum is an eye-opener. Och weel, so she's ta'en is
she? About time Calum saw what was under his nose. A well-built man
in his forties, Andrew MacGregor, the Procurator Fiscal, dwarfed Calum. He was
bluff and good-natured, but his manner hid a razor-sharp legal mind. He'd been
the Fiscal for two years and everyone knew that nothing got past him. Calum's
looking sick. So I was right, there is a lot of truth in the maunderings of yon
drunk. Well I can have a bit of fun here. Unbeknownst to all except his
intimate friends, the Fiscal had a wicked sense of humour and was never happier
than when he was baiting an unsuspecting victim.
"Afternoon Calum," he said, holding his hand out and shaking Calum's
hand heartily.
"Sit down, Andy. Can I get you a wee dram?"
"I am very partial to the Dalguise, as you well know," MacGregor
said, and smiled as Calum handed him a glass of the twenty year old single
malt.
"Slainte. This is the nectar of the gods," he said as he sipped in
appreciation.
"It's my favourite, too," Calum replied. They savoured their whiskies
for a while. Andrew MacGregor had no intention of being rushed. He looked at
Calum over the rim of the Edinburgh-Crystal glass.
"I'm here in person, to tell you the latest about the death of Auld
Rabbie."
"Does that mean you've caught someone?" Calum asked, and Andrew heard
a note of well-concealed anxiety in his voice.
"Yes, we have. You'll recall that Rab broke his bottle on the wall, and he
used it to defend himself? Well, he cut the other man. The DNA results gave us
a name, one that's known to you, I'm sure. Jim Jardine is our man. We have him
in custody now, and he'll be charged with the murder. He tried to bargain with
me. He said he had some compromising photographs on a memory card. He said he'd
taken them with a friend's camera."
What sort of photographs?" Calum's voice was steady but Andrew would bet
he was far from sanguine. This is every bit as amusing as I'd anticipated.
"You'll never believe what they were. He said he'd proof that you were
running a kinky club here. Mrs Macleod and Ruari Jamieson were involved, too.
Now he couldn't have hit upon three more unlikely people to be involved in such
a club, could he? Yon Mrs Macleod is as respectable as they come, and you and
Ruari have your reputations to think about."
Adult Excerpt
Andrew moved the hamper to one side and lay down on the rug. He looked
up at her as she sat gazing out to sea. Tentatively he ran one finger down her
spine and she shivered. Pleased with this success, he began to run his hands down
her arms and back, following her curves and feeling her breathing change. All
of a sudden she turned to face him and lay down beside him on the rug,
"Kiss me," she said.
He leaned over her, taking his weight on his elbows. He was gentle at
first, as his tongue followed the seam of her closed lips, parting them with
the tip, and she opened her mouth to receive him. She raised her arms and held
him to her, as he explored the taste of her. She was as sweet as honey.
Suddenly she pulled him down on her and kissed him back. Tongues tangled, teeth
clashed and lips were bruised and swollen but still they kissed, as she writhed
under him. He pushed one knee between her legs, and she clamped her thighs
together, holding him tight and dry-humping his knee. One of his hands strayed
to knead her breast, and she moaned into the kiss. He hadn't expected this.
She'd given no sign that she'd welcome intimacy, but now she was as eager as he
was. She panted and wriggled then one of her hands reached down, pushed aside
his kilt and took hold of his balls. She squeezed and kneaded, taking care to
sink her nails in only so far. Then her hand moved to the head of his cock. She
pumped up and down as he felt his dick swelling until he thought he'd burst.
"I want you inside me, Andrew. I want you now," she said urgently.
She raised her hips and he helped her to discard her slacks, then he moved
aside her skimpy thong. His cock found her pussy. She was wet and slick. He was
careful to go slowly at first but she wrapped her legs around him, resting her
feet on his buttocks, thus spreading herself wide for him and inviting a deeper
penetration.
"God, Andrew. Fuck me," she gasped. "I want you to fuck me hard
and fast."
Andrew couldn't believe what he was hearing, but it was what he had most
wanted to do for a long time, and so he needed no extra urging
BUY LINKS and AUTHOR PAGES
BIO
I live
in Dumfries and Galloway in Southern Scotland, although I was born in South
Yorkshire. I spent many happy years teaching and when I retired I eventually
became bored with just the domestic routine.
My youngest son challenged me
to write a novel of my own, and I wrote "Initiation" book one
in the Prometheus in Chains series.It wasn't quite the book he'd
envisaged! Since then writing has become an important part of my life. It's
been like a roller-coaster ride, and a very pleasurable one at that. When I sent
off my first book to Siren I had no idea what I was setting in motion. I joined
Facebook, something I never dreamed I'd do, but I have made many good friends
on there. Some readers and some fellow authors. Writing has certainly changed
my life.
I believe
the world has enough sadness in it and my characters will always get their HEA
even if the road is rocky. I love to hear from my readers and I answer all
messages and emails.
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clairdlune4542@yahoo.co.uk
Morning Clair. Phew, those are some steamy excerpts! Thanks so much for stopping by and being my guest today!
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