Happy Sunday, y’all! It’s still pretending to be Boston here in Georgia, which is a-okay with me. I just wanted to put this all in one official place/announcement, and then I’ll let it do whatever it will do. The Switch is now available for your enjoyment at just about all major e-book outlets now – Amazon, Barnes and Noble, Kobo, All Romance eBooks, and Smashwords.
I also realized I was so excited initially, that I didn’t really give any sort of information or blurb-ness about the book when it was first released. So here, have an excerpt, too, and enjoy what remains of the weekend!
When they came to a stop in the parking lot beneath a tall, converted factory downtown, Marion shut off the engine and turned to Grayson.
“Your safe word is ‘apple,’ same as at Ten. Use it, and everything stops. You may call me Mistress, or Ma’am, or you may simply answer in the affirmative or negative, as long as I find your tone pleasing. Everything else, I expect you’ll already know from experience, yes?”
“Yes, Mistress,” he answered immediately. But it didn’t feel quite right. No matter, because at that moment, the car locks flipped with a pointed click. Without another word, he got out and came to the driver’s side, opening the door for his… his what?
“Eyes down, Jones,” she reminded him, and he felt himself blushing, for fuck’s sake.
Of course, at that moment, ‘eyes down’ brought his gaze to the dark golden length of her legs as they gracefully unfolded from the car. Her skirt rode up to an indecent height on her thigh as she stood, and he had to force his eyes to a spot of oil on the concrete to keep from ogling her cleavage. His effort was rewarded with a rich chuckle and a light, teasing tap of the riding crop against his cheek.
The ride in the cargo elevator seemed to take forever. Grayson was just glad no one else got on. He was fully hard, his cock jutting awkwardly in his stupid damned Han Solo pants. When he moved to adjust himself, she made a ‘tsht’ sound with her teeth and swatted his hand away. Again with that fucking crop.
Finally, the heavy steel doors parted, and he pulled the outer grate to the side, letting her exit the lift first. When they reached the door at the end of a long hallway filled with about a dozen other doors, she turned.
‘Here?’ was his first reaction, and he knew it must have shown on his face, because her eyes narrowed at him.
Minutes later, his boots and every bit of his costume were in a neatly stacked and folded pile in front of her apartment door. He would have felt like a complete dipshit if not for the way she circled him now.
“Fingers laced behind your neck,” she commanded softly. “And legs apart.”
Something inside of him went hot and liquid as he complied. He’d seen others treated this way at the club, but had yet to find someone with whom he felt comfortable enough himself. Now… now his own vulnerability slid through him like a drug, and it had nothing to do with the fact that he was standing bare-assed naked in her apartment hallway.
She circled him once more, and Grayson found himself hungering for her touch – a single finger, anywhere. But it never came. When she came back into his line of sight, she toed his pile of clothes and stepped aside.
“Pick them up.”
He felt her eyes on his backside as he bent over. A smile pulled his lips and he jutted his ass out just a little bit. She rewarded him with a quick snap on his left butt cheek.
“Hey!” The sudden sting made him jump and stumble.
Her eyebrows raised. “That wasn’t an invitation?” she asked in a mocking tone.
A sarcastic quip came to his tongue, but she was clearly not joking. Straightening his back and looking down, he answered contritely, “Only if it pleases you.”
Her soft hum was almost inaudible as she ran a gloved hand over the skin she’d just swatted. The softness of her touch against his stinging flesh made his insides shiver, but then it was gone.
“We will try this again,” she said coolly.
This time, he simply picked up his stack of clothing and waited.