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10 items on my Bucket List
1)
Learn to shoot. It may sound odd, but
I’ve been curious about this for a while, probably after watching Jamie and
Adam fire at targets on Mythbusters. There’s a local shooting club called
Shotguns And Chelsea Buns that does introductory courses for ladies, so I may
drop in there sometime.
2)
Have something published by Samhain or Ellora’s Cave. I love my current publisher and they will always have my loyalty,
but EC and Samhain were represented to me as the biggest names at the start of
my writing career, and a small part of me would love to have something on their
lists.
3)
Collaborate on a book with another writer. Because I haven’t, and I’d love to try it.
4)
Visit Las Vegas. It may involve an
extremely long flight and probably a lot of money blown in casinos, but after
setting two stories there I would love to see the place for myself, be dazzled
by the lights and watch the Bellagio fountains dance.
5)
Publish a book in another genre. I have
a number of ideas for literary fiction which can’t be converted into erotic
romance, despite my best efforts. Plus it would be great to have a book
actually on a bookshelf somewhere.
6)
Do a reading at a writers’ conference. I
was too nervous to do one at Smut By The Sea, but having seen other writers do
readings while equally terrified and the warm response from the audience, I’m
determined to do one at some point.
7)
Meet a ghost. This one is fairly
unlikely – all the research I’ve done on the paranormal has taught me that the
most anyone is likely to get is knocking on the pipes. Nevertheless, I live in
hope.
8)
Walk the Great Wall of China. This is
something I’ve been dreaming of doing for years, although I’d probably have to train
for at least a year to manage all the walking.
9)
Win an award. I don’t care if it’s
something prestigious or “Best Dressed Yorkshire Writer”; I just want to be
able to call myself “award-winning” once in my life.
10) Appear on a quiz show. I’ve applied to go on “The Chase” and would also love to do
“Pointless”, although knowing my luck I would dry up completely – but I’d still
like the chance to show off my green hair and make a fool of myself on national
TV.
Ready for Him
Tied To The Billionaire Anthology
Tanith Davenport
Genre: Erotic
romance
Publisher: Total-e-Bound
Date of
Publication: 16 August 2013
ISBN: 978-1-78184-414-4
Word Count: 12761
Cover Artist: Posh
Gosh
Book Description:
In the bar at the
Bellagio in Las Vegas, Jade Bleecker celebrates with her three best friends,
all of whom are there to get married - Jade is their bridesmaid, and beginning
to believe that three times a bridesmaid really does mean never a bride.
Tattooed, pierced and a martial artist, Jade is used to inspiring fear rather
than desire in men, and even if she did find one who could handle her - well,
no man is worth trusting with her body.
But, as she is
leaving the bar, she comes upon a mugging in progress and, with a few swift
moves, makes short work of the mugger. Invited up to the victim's room for a
nightcap, she is stunned to discover he is Will Vandenmeer - billionaire poster
child of the Vandenmeer hotel and casino chain, and owner of The Sanctuary, one
of the best known BDSM clubs in New York City.
Jade finds herself
hopelessly attractive to the sensual, dominant Will, and when he offers to
induct her into the world of BDSM, she accepts... but can she truly give
herself to him, and is Will ready for what Jade has to offer?
Short Excerpt:
“Don’t worry, you’re in no danger here. I’m putting the suite under
lockdown. It’s not the first time this has happened, and I won’t have any more
innocent rescuers hurt in retaliation. Bryn and Matt have radioed my team and
they’re dealing with it.”
For fuck’s sake!
Jade screwed her eyes shut for a moment, forcing herself to calm down.
Okay. I don’t like it, but he’s right. Shit, what have I got myself
into?
“Relax,” said Will, and Jade opened her eyes again to glare at him.
“You’re safe with me. Despite what you may have heard.”
And Jade’s stomach spiralled as she remembered the other,
less-publicised aspect of Will Vandenmeer.
His club.
It had created a frenzy in the press at first, but the stories had come
to an abrupt halt—probably, Jade guessed, due to a heavy-handed legal team. The
Sanctuary was hidden in the heart of New York City, a haven for those who lived
the hardcore BDSM lifestyle. Patrons were protected, behaviour was strictly
regulated, and membership was revoked for the slightest infringement. It was
not a place for dabblers.
Will Vandenmeer was a dominant, and didn’t care who knew it.
‘You’re safe with me’. Will was holding her gaze now, and Jade refused
to look away, although her body was rebelling against her—torn between the
flutter of nerves in her gut and a stab of desire in her cunt.
Maybe she was safe with him. Maybe she wasn’t.
Or maybe she didn’t want to be.
“Okay. Tell me what you know about me.”
Jade’s fingers involuntarily clenched around the stem of her glass.
“Wait.” Will picked up his own glass, holding his other hand out as
though calming a spooked horse. “Scrap that for now. Let me tell you what I’m
getting from you.”
Oh really? Jade raised one pierced eyebrow at him.
“What’s your full name?”
“Jade Bleecker.”
“Nice. Jade Bleecker.” Will took a sip from his glass. “You’re a strong
woman. You clearly know how to handle yourself. You’ve got at least three
tattoos and two piercings that I can see, and probably more that I can’t, so
you’re not afraid of pain. And you know what BDSM is, right?”
Jade nodded slowly. Where are you going with this?
“Right. And you’re curious about it.” Will was watching her very
closely as he spoke, and Jade held herself very still. “But you think it means
all the worst things people say. You think dominants beat their submissives
down, that we don’t give a damn about their pleasure, that we expect them to
give up everything for our benefit. Right?”
I’m not telling you anything. Jade could feel her face falling into a
mask. If Will noticed, he made no comment.
“Are you single?”
“Mmm.”
“‘Mmm’? Okay.” Will’s eyes were dancing, and Jade’s jaw set in
annoyance. “What would you say if I told you that BDSM is nothing like that,
Jade?”
Silence fell between them.
“What would you say if I offered to—”
“Wait.” Jade held up a hand, cursing inwardly as she realised it was
trembling.
What the hell am I doing?
You want this, a voice taunted in her head.
I don’t even know him and he’s talking about BDSM. I can’t do this. I
can’t.
But the image from the bar of herself held down, tied down, putting all
her trust in one man, still flickered in her head, and something inside her was
urging her forward.
“Tell me what you’re thinking,” Will said, breaking into her thoughts,
and Jade found herself answering without thinking.
“I couldn’t do it.”
“Do you want to?”
“That doesn’t matter. I couldn’t.”
“Why not?”
“Because I don’t trust any man with my body.” Jade snapped her mouth
shut abruptly, hating the look that had come into Will’s eyes at the words.
Because I’ve been fucked over before. Because I’m a screw-up. Because I
don’t need your fucking pity. Go to hell.
“That’s actually a very good reason why you could.”
Jade looked up at him, torn between curiosity and defiance.
“What does that mean?”
Will tilted his head to one side, looking her up and down. “You look
like a person who might like dangerous sports. Think of bungee jumping. The
danger is what attracts people, but any reputable company has a thousand
regulations in place before they let anyone do it, precisely because of that
danger. Right?
“BDSM works the same way. You’re right not to trust just anyone—but in
the community—in my club, for instance, relationships are tightly controlled.
Every Dom has rules to follow, as does every sub. Break the rules and you’re
thrown out. We protect our patrons.”
Jade nodded slowly.
“Not everyone uses contracts, but even without them, limits and
boundaries are agreed beforehand. So are safewords. The universal word is
‘red’, but many people choose their own. If I did anything to you that you
didn’t want, you would use your word and I would stop—no questions asked. The
trust is absolute.”
“I see.”
Jade reached for her drink, but her hand was shaking, and hastily she
put it back on the table. As if he could tell what she was feeling, Will’s
voice took on a seductive quality, and Jade bit down on her lip as a rush of
desire flashed through her body.
“It’s all about needs. Ours are different, that’s all. You take
pleasure in doing what I want. I take pleasure in fulfilling your needs. It has
to be reciprocal.”
I take pleasure… You take pleasure… He’s talking as though we’re going
to—
The thought made her catch her breath. Immediately Will’s eyes were on
hers, and Jade found it impossible to look away.
“Do you still think you couldn’t do it?”
“No.”
Will arched an eyebrow. “Would you like me to show you?”
I want…
“Yes,” Jade heard herself saying, unable to drag her gaze away from
Will’s. He smiled.
About the Author:
Tanith Davenport
began writing erotica at the age of 27 by way of the Romantic Novelists'
Association New Writers' Scheme. Her debut novel "The Hand He Dealt"
was released by Total-e-Bound in June 2011 and was shortlisted for the Joan
Hessayon Award for 2012.
Tanith has had
short stories published by Naughty Nights Press and House of Erotica. She loves
to travel and dreams of one day taking a driving tour of the United States,
preferably in a classic 1950s pink Cadillac Eldorado.
Tanith's idea of
heaven is an Indian head massage with a Mojito at her side.
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