Who wants COWBOY CASANOVA excerpts?
December 1, 2011
Hey from snowy South Dakota! Hard to believe I was laying on the beach five short days ago. Anyway, we had some website issues this week, which have been fixed, so we’re good to go! I’d intended to post an excerpt on Tuesday for Teasing Tuesday, but my site was down…so you’re getting TWO brand new sneak peeks today! And I’ve included the one from the Samhain website — so I’ve put these in order — bear in mind in the book there’s more between these sections, because I can’t give everything away!
Also, the Guilty Pleasures Review site is giving you a chance to win a copy of COWBOY CASANOVA, and if you’re interested in the blog post I did at Nine Naughty Novelists on Tuesday, follow the links at the bottom of the page, after the excerpts.
Enjoy! 🙂
COWBOY CASANOVA
Copyright © 2011 Lorelei James
All rights reserved — a Samhain Publishing, Ltd. publication
“What does one wear to a sex club?”
“Speaking as a submissive, I wear whatever I’m told to wear. Or more to the point, what I’m told not to wear.”
Depressed by her dull clothing choices, Ainsley focused on her friend Layla. “But I’m not a submissive, so am I supposed to adorn myself like a badass dominatrix?”
“Well, Miz Hamilton, did you bring a selection of latex and leather?”
“What do you think?”
“I’d be shocked if a bank executive openly admitted owning fetish wear.” Layla smiled impishly. “Besides, the Rawhide Club is a private club, like the Elks Club or the Moose Lodge.”
Before Ainsley could retort, Layla bounced off the bed and inspected the clothes hanging in the tiny hotel room closet. “Don’t you have a corset?”
She doubted a girdle counted. “No.”
Layla rummaged inside her mini-suitcase and tossed out pieces of lingerie. “I have exactly what you need to get appropriately dolled up.” She draped a red and black polka-dotted push up bra over her shoulder, then a matching g-string, followed by a lacy black peignoir and a red satin kimono.
“Isn’t it a little obvious I’m on the prowl for sex if I waltz in wearing my underwear?”
“Girlfriend, what part of looking sexy to get you hot sex is confusing? That’s why this club is in existence.”
“So it is a sex club.”
“Yep.”
****
COWBOY CASANOVA
Copyright © 2011 Lorelei James
All rights reserved — a Samhain Publishing, Ltd. publication
Ben was contemplating sub choices when a flash of red caught his eye. He swiveled on his barstool to watch the siren in the silk kimono saunter through the room.
Oh hell yeah, his night had just improved tenfold.
She perched on the edge of her barstool, every inch of her so prim and proper Ben’s fingers itched to muss her up.
After he watched her for a few minutes, he asked Murphy, “Who is the hot number in red with Layla?”
“Her name is Angel.”
“Angel,” rolled off his tongue. Perfect name for her. Sipping his beer, he focused entirely on her. Lush body, lush mouth. Great smile. Expressive eyes. She was off-the-scale sexy in his opinion. So why the hell was the woman wearing a wig? Not a subtle one, but a sleekly styled black wig, the last inch of hair dyed candy-apple red. Was she trying to look dangerous? Hip? Naughty?
Be interesting to coax the truth from her. Some very interesting extraction techniques popped into Ben’s head.
She must’ve sensed him staring at her because she turned and met his gaze head on. Their eyes remained locked for several long moments as Ben waited for her to lower her gaze—as he was accustomed. But she returned his intense eye-fuck full bore until Layla demanded her attention.
Holy shit. Dismissive wasn’t a reaction Ben usually got, especially not in here. And that intrigued the hell out of him. Casually, he said to Murphy, “Introduce me to her.”
Murphy sighed. “She’s not for you.”
“Why not? Has she already picked someone for tonight?”
“Not exactly.”
Ben faced Murphy. “Then exactly what’s the problem?”
A devious smile appeared. “She’s not here as a sub.”
“She’s a guest?” Ben frowned.
“Nope.”
“She’s here as special entertainment?” That’d explain her wacky get-up. Some clubs in bigger cities had themed nights where members dressed up. Cody and Trace had threatened to try it at the Rawhide, but Ben secretly didn’t believe that’d fly in Gillette, Wyoming. Then again, he hadn’t been around to voice his opinion in the last month.
“No,” Murphy said. “And she’s not here to bartend, waitress or clean the bar.”
Which left one other possibility but Ben couldn’t wrap his head around it. “She’s here as a…Domme?” After Murphy nodded, Ben’s jaw dropped. “No. Fucking. Way. A Domme. In the Rawhide.”
“Evidently.”
“And you know she’s had experience as a Domme?”
“Some.”
The woman’s defiant stare-down notwithstanding, Ben demanded, “How much?”
That hard look entered Murphy’s eyes. “I’ve told you as much as I can, Bennett—” he emphasized Ben’s preferred official club title, “—the rest you’ll have to get from her. And you know the rules since you had a heavy hand establishing them, so tread lightly. I have no issue throwing your ass out if you think you’re above the rules.”
As designated club head master, Murphy screened all applicants thoroughly. He kept the club balanced with the ratio of Doms to subs. He ran the club with an iron fist and a closed mouth. Which sucked balls right now, because Ben wanted to know everything about this supposed Domme.
Of course the goddamn rules came back to bite him in the ass the one time he needed to break one. Besides the first rule—everything that happened in the Rawhide Club was consensual—and the second rule—complete confidentiality and discretion among all members inside and outside the club—there was a third rule that stated—the members who wanted to publicly or privately play decided their own roles within the club: dominant, submissive or switch. Each designation had its own power and demanded its own respect.
But then again…the fourth rule—you pay, you play—meant if she came to the club on a regular night, then she was expected to participate.
Oh hell yeah. He could totally push that rule if it came down to it.
“I don’t like the gleam in your eye,” Murphy half-snarled.
How could Murphy see that? Because Ben couldn’t take his eyes off the intriguing Angel. Hot damn. The sensual way she moved screamed of a submissive enticing a Dom, not a confident Domme luring an entranced sub.
“Bennett?” Murphy prompted. “Are you even listening to me?”
“Yep.”
“But?”
Ben drained his beer. “I wanna play with her.”
***
COWBOY CASANOVA
Copyright © 2011 Lorelei James
All rights reserved — a Samhain Publishing, Ltd. publication
After pacing for five of the ten minutes, freshening her make-up for a couple more, Ainsley stilled. Breathed. Adjusted her scratchy wig. She looked outlandish, but that was the point. No one would ever believe uptight Ainsley Hamilton had the balls to wear this flashy garb.
She raised her chin a notch and practiced a cool-eyed stare. Time to earn a ball-buster reputation.
Revved up and ready, she exited the bathroom—just as Layla led Mr. Brooding Hot Cowboy to their table.
Her stomach cartwheeled.
When he aimed his deeply dimpled smile at her, she stumbled in her three-inch heels, straight into his strong arms.
“Whoa there. You all right?”
Ainsley glared at the floor as if it were responsible for her misstep. Then she looked up into the bluest eyes this side of heaven.
Holy Mother of God. He was striking. She could not wait to tell this man exactly what to do to her. Her gaze slid to his lips. She had an idea or fifty on how he could use his too-pretty mouth.
Layla interrupted Ainsley’s contemplation of his oral skills. “I’ll leave you two to make your own introductions.”
She hoisted herself onto the barstool and thrust out her hand. “An—Angel.”
The dark-haired devil clasped her fingers, lowered his head and kissed her knuckles. “A pleasure, Angel. I’m Bennett. Would you care for another drink?”
“No. Thank you.”
She looked at him.
He looked back at her.
Awkward.
“Before we get down to business, can I just say that you have the prettiest skin?” He wasn’t content with that verbal caress. He dragged a rough-edged fingertip from the inside of her wrist beneath the bracelet to the bend in her elbow and back down.
Goose bumps danced up that limb, fanning out across her shoulder. Bennett scored points for his seductive touch but lost them when she noticed his smirk.
“So let’s set the parameters for tonight’s play.”
“Is this a negotiation?”
His teasing eyes turned shrewd. “Talkin’ about expectations is a club rule, in every club I’ve ever been in.” His gaze lingered on her gold bracelet. “Haven’t you found that to be true?”
“Of course I know to discuss the play rules.” The lie warmed her cheeks.
His expression didn’t change.
He kept watching her. “Stop staring at me,” she said crossly.
He lowered his eyes with a murmured, “Sorry.”
When another bout of silence stretched, she knew if she didn’t get a handle on this situation now, she never would. “Can I ask you something, Bennett?”
“Anything you wish.”
“Why the dual role of submissive and dominant?”
“For variety, I suppose. How about you? Why the dominant role?”
“It’s a power thing.”
“Hmm.”
She didn’t like his half-cocky hmm. “What?”
“If that’s the case, I find it odd you’re a Domme.” Bennett raised those compelling blue eyes to hers. The heat and intensity packed a punch so potent she nearly toppled off the barstool.
Way out of your element, Ainsley.
“See, the true power in a dominant and submissive relationship lies with the submissive. Because the sub cedes all control, it’s up to the Dom to make sure all the sub’s needs are being met. To give the sub what she—or he—wants.”
“What do you want?”
Bennett let his gaze slowly slide down to her cleavage, then back up to her mouth. “I want to please you.”
Had any man ever said that to her?
“In that I’ll gain my own pleasure. But since you brought up my dual sides, I’ll admit I’m not a switch very often. In fact, I’m the lone switch here right now. So if you want to play tonight, I’m your only choice.”
And what a fine, fine choice. She tempered her eagerness with an offhand, “I suppose that’ll work.”
“Good. But there is a catch. You’re planning to be here two nights so I’ll make you a deal.”
“I’m listening.” God was she ever listening. His deep, rich voice was as mesmerizing as his deep, rich eyes.
“If I agree to let you be my dominant tonight, then I want you to agree to be my submissive tomorrow night.”
****
So, whatcha all think? Chompin’ at the bit to get your greedy hands on my boy Ben? Only have to wait five more days — but hey, you can preorder it now!
Nine Naughty Novelists Blog Post about Arts and Crafts — you will have to scroll down since it’s two days old 🙂
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Kim O said:
oooo, that Ben McKay is a naughty one!! Love it L
DiDi said:
hehehe….I love Ainsley
Heather Durham said:
Oh wow, I can’t wait to get my hands on this one. It’s great from the start, always a sure way to recognize a Lora Leigh novel. I hope it’s available on nook on the 6th too.
Leagh Christensen said:
O…M….G!!!! That’s all…
Eileen said:
OOOO baby!! I can’t wait. It’s a good thing I’ve got vacation time to use or loose. 5 more days!
Daniela said:
Can’t wait! Ilove a good Dom/sub romance, I blame Cherise Sinclair and her Shadowlands series for that! And now I get to mix it up with my favorite cowboy series? WIN!!!!
Rebecca said:
I have this pre-ordered and I can’t wait!
Shani said:
Yep!! You’ve got me hooked!!!
Bridget said:
Read the excerpts but don’t need ’em. I buy everything you write Lorelei as soon as it is available. Then I buy everything again once it is print!
Reagan said:
AHHHHHH!!!! 4 days is too long too wait!
Tessa said:
Can’t wait! Love the McKay men!
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