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Diva of Decadent Drama – Maddie Taylor.

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This is the perfect book to pimp on your blog, Maggie. Full of hot D/s dynamics, including a consummate dominant, an enthralled yet vulnerable submissive, a quirt, relentlessly falling on a trembling, eager backside, and a hand in silky auburn hair tugging firmly and commanding her attention, today, I’ve brought along a sneak peek from my newest Decadence Nights novel, French Kiss.

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Marilee Hoffman is a lonely submissive and a masochist suppressing her deep-seeded desires. Struggling with loyalty to a ghost and what she needs to be fulfilled.

In this scene, Marilee’s safe dom for the evening has been called away. Ready to go home unsatisfied, Master Dex, Club Decadence’s master dom has other ideas, pairing her with Master Arturo, the one man who can at last make her whole again, but is dangerous to her heart and the inner submissive she has kept locked inside.

My naughty little excerpt:

Around her, everything was muted, but she was still aware. She could hear the low moans and harsh cries of the other submissives receiving both pleasure and pain, the crack of whips and paddles, and the metallic ring of rattling chains. Her other senses were still functional. When she inhaled, the pervasive scents of leather and raw sex were easily identifiable, and when her lashes fluttered open, the spanking bench next to her was crystal clear as was the bright red ass of the male sub who was getting lick upon lick from his Mistress’ heavy hand.

Like the other subs, she was highly aroused, more so than she’d ever allowed during a scene at the club, and under Arturo’s expert hand so very close to flying, but not quite. If she were in that dreamlike euphoric state she wouldn’t have appreciated the jarring discord of Metallica’s Enter Sandman that blended well with the ambient BDSM noises around her. Yet as the quirt fell again, along the lowest curves of her ass, she knew the endorphins were rushing through her body. Her limbs were beginning to feel floaty and although the she knew from the sound of the blows that Arturo hadn’t let up, not the least little bit, the blows were beginning to merge into a tingling, buzzing, warmth. It was also travelling inward, converging on the hypersensitive recesses between her legs. It wouldn’t take much for her to give into it and soar, fly high into sub space, but she didn’t dare let herself go over the edge.

Another sharp lash of the quirt pushed her near, but she held on, curling her nails into her palms to check herself. She should end it before it was too late, before he achieved the severity that she needed to send over the top. But it felt good, really good, and she’d missed this so much. So, she let it continue.

However, in an attempt to reduce the impending euphoria and quell the endorphin rush, she turned her thoughts to mundane things, the sale at her shop that weekend, the dry cleaning that was due to be picked up, the long drive home sitting on leather seats while her ass cheeks were on fire.

A particularly stinging stroke landed across her upper thighs and redirected her back to the scene. She hissed on an indrawn breath at the blaze of pain it had ignited and the exquisite pleasure.

“I’m glad to have your attention, ma petite. Am I boring you?”

She shook her head, catching her lower lip between her teeth to keep from crying out. Not from the pain of it, although it was there, but in her alternately wired mind, what she steeled herself against was crying out and begging him for more. More of what she hungered for, had craved to the point of desperation, and had been missing from her life for so long.

The quirt landed once again in the same spot, pushing her closer to the edge where euphoria waited, glistening on the horizon like a beacon, leading her to the place where she was beyond pain, if that even made sense. Not only physical, but were emotional and spiritual pain existed no longer. It was a state of sublime being, an incredible ecstasy as strongly compelling as the most addictive drug.

“Again, I find I am repeating myself.” This was spoken low in her ear as he leaned into her back. Her head was drawn back the next second as his fist wound in her hair. She found herself looking up into hypnotic green eyes. A dark brow quirked as he waited. “I asked a question, Mari.”

While nearly tongue tied by the dominance he exuded, she felt a little tickle begin on her inner thighs as her abundant juices long since pooled in her pussy, began to spill over. She shifted, ever so slightly trying to gain some relief, but her legs were too wide spread.

Stifling a groan, she gave her breathy reply, “No, sir. I’m definitely not bored.”

His lips lowered and took hers, his tongue plunging inside, claiming every nook and cranny, ever deep recess, before he let her go. With a wink he smiled, “We’ll push on then, hm?”

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The Blurb:

At thirty-eight, Marilee Hoffman finds herself a widow with an empty nest and an empty heart. She is lost, floating aimlessly through life as her family and friends, even the boutique that bears her name, move on without her. After losing her husband and master of eighteen years, Mari has vowed never to open her heart to the pain of that kind of loss again. But she is still young and has needs that only a dominant can fulfill. She searches for what she craves at a distant BDSM club, but as her limits are tested, she refuses to submit fully and leaves unsatisfied time and again, suppressing the submissive and the inner masochist that she truly is.

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MI6 Agent, Arturo Durand, is assigned to stop the leak of weapons technology that is being turned on his fellow agents with    lethal force.  His mission leads him to south Texas, where he calls upon Tony Rossi, an old friend and colleague, and his security team for assistance.   The sadist in him is pleasantly surprised to receive a guest membership at Club Decadence, the BDSM club that Tony and his partners run. Arturo finds it is the perfect place to unwind and fulfill his needs while the investigation drags on.

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One night, when Mari’s easy, non-threatening dom is called away, she is paired with Master Arturo for a scene. Having seen him wield his whip masterfully, she knows on sight, he is dangerous to her vow to keep her heart uninvolved. There is an instant spark and as the weeks go on, Arturo breaks through the barriers Mari has erected around her wounded heart. When new leads in the investigation implicate a terrorist group and Mari’s dead husband, Arturo is also shocked to find that his new submissive has become his prime suspect. Can he fulfill his commitment to the crown while protecting Mari and proving her innocence? And when his identity is revealed and she is hurt, thinking he has played her from the beginning, can he convince her that she was more than just a mission and somehow keep her as his own?

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Keep up with Maddie at the following links:

Maddie’s blog: http://maddietaylorromance.blogspot.com/
Maddie on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/maddie.taylor.121772
Maddie on Twitter: https://twitter.com/MaddieTWrites
Maddie’s Amazon Page: http://ow.ly/10t4aS

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