Berengaria
Brown’s first ever true BDSM book.
Berengaria writes:
I have over a hundred published erotic romance
books, mostly novella length. MF, MM, FF, and ménage. Something for every
taste. Contemporary, paranormal, historical, I’ve written them all. Many of
them include very light BDSM. But now I have just had published my first true
BDSM book (on 4 December) and the sequel was released on 18 December. Book one
is sitting pretty right now at #7 on the ménage and multiple best seller list.
Andorra Yasbit’s father took off
with a blonde bimbo and her stepmother closed their apartment. So Andorra hikes
up a mountain and discovers a wonderful hot spring. The only problem is the
werewolf who owns it is Master Kingston, who’s used to being pursued by gold
digging women. And he has an equally Dominant best friend, Master Raleigh. They
don’t believe she’s arrived by accident.
The two men take Andorra to the
dungeon, but instead of being scared Andorra revels in the punishment and
orgasms. The men can’t find any evidence Andorra has been lying to them, but
Master Kingston can’t bring himself to trust her either. And the more time they
spend together, the stronger the attraction between the three of them grows.
Kingston is determined to break her and prove she’s deceitful. Raleigh wants to
believe her but owes his allegiance to his Alpha. What can Andorra do to
demonstrate she’s telling the truth?
Note: This book
contains dubious consent.
STORY
EXCERPT
Fury raced through Kingston’s veins
as he stared at the strange woman in his hot spring. Were the fucking gold
diggers following him to the mountain now? Where the fucking hell had she come
from? He couldn’t imagine a woman hiking up the mountain. It’d take days and
she’d need a support crew with a tent and food and all her equipment. No, she
must have had a helicopter bring her and the pilot had landed her at the wrong
spring. For a moment he wondered how long she’d been lying there waiting for
him to find her, then shrugged it off. Too bad. She was about to have a reality
check. It was a good three miles over very rough rock back to the pack’s home.
That should teach her not to act precipitously in the future.
He stood on an overhanging rock and
roared at the interloper, “What the fucking hell are you doing in my hot
spring?”
He felt a momentary flash of guilt
when she startled so badly she sank beneath the water and came up coughing and
splashing.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t realize this
was private property.” He watched her scramble out of the water, keeping her
back to him. Did she really think that acting all shy and hiding her nakedness
when she’d come here deliberately to entice him would work? She couldn’t
possibly be that stupid. Then he remembered some of the other women who’d
pursued him. Yes, she could be that dumb. He watched her open her backpack and
pull out a towel, rub her body briskly then climb into jeans, a T-shirt, and a sweater.
The clothes looked well-worn. He’d expected her to wear something nicer, but
perhaps she intended to keep up the innocent act.
He also noticed she dried her feet
carefully—far more carefully than she’d dried any other part of her body—before
putting on clean socks. That was the way genuine hikers behaved. Feet were the
most important part of a hiker’s equipment and it made good sense to treat them
properly. He watched her push the dirty clothes that had been left on the
ground beside her boots into the backpack, and then shrug it over her
shoulders. Like her clothing, the backpack was far from new. Likely she’d
bought it secondhand or from a thrift store. She had a bedding roll pushed
through the straps of the backpack.
She kept her back to him and walked
up the hill at the side of the hot spring, heading west.
“Where are you going?” he asked.
“Back to the river. Or is that still
on your land? May I stay at the river tonight please?”
“Why?” He couldn’t understand why
she hadn’t asked to go to his home. What devious plan was in her brain?
“I don’t have any food left and if I
set my net now I might catch a fish for breakfast.”
“Why don’t you want to come to my
house?”
“You told me to get off your land.”
“No I didn’t. I asked you what you
were doing in my pool. A question you haven’t answered.”
While they’d been talking he’d
walked around the rim of the hot spring so he was still above her but much
closer to her now. Her brown eyes were a little bit sunken in her face and she
looked tired. The jeans she’d put in her backpack had been very dirty, as if
she’d been wearing them for a while. He wondered if she really had climbed the
mountain, or at least come quite a distance, and if she had run out of food or
if that was just a ploy to get his sympathy. Some women were incredibly
manipulative, especially when they hoped to catch a rich husband.
She turned to face him fully. “The
short answer is soaking and resting. The long answer is I came to the mountains
for peace and a break. I saw the steam rising from your pool and I thought it
was going to be a volcano so I wanted to look at it.”
“There are no volcanoes in these
mountains.”
“I didn’t know that. I didn’t know
there were hot springs here either, though. Listen, is it all right if I stay
by the river? I need to leave now to get there before dark and set my net.”
“Follow me to my house instead. I’ll
feed you.” He was probably being naïve letting her come, but if she genuinely
had no food he couldn’t leave her out on the mountain.
“Undone
by Her Two Masters” (MFM), “The Wolf Masters” series, book 2
Burned out human speech therapist, Nevis Greenway, has
been recuperating at Hot Springs Mountain. She likes York Greenmountain with
whom she plays cards, but he’s shown no interest in her. Until his best friend,
the Dom Bronx Montaine, arrives.
Bronx is about to open a new branch office for the
werewolf pack and he’s been told to take a woman with him. York suggests Nevis,
and Bronx thinks she’ll suit him very well. Nevis is happy to go with them, and
sleep with them, too, but just until the branch is established.
Once they arrive in Pine Corner, though, all bets are off
as they try to work together, set up the transportation company, and play
increasingly hot BDSM scenes all around the state, in the B-Train, the minivan,
the trailer… And still Nevis won’t consider staying with them for very long.
Berengaria Brown
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Ooh This looks good. I loved the excerpt. Good to know he isn't going to let her starve.
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