Undone Rebel
There are two things I know for certain about Lila Dubois. 1. She's the funniest person on the planet. 2. She can write the hell out of a book. She's got a new one, Undone Rebel, coming out today at Ellora's Cave and I was lucky enough to beta read it for her! I can be very annoying (aka beg nonstop) until I get what I want and I WANTED this book. It's also book one in a trilogy. New series? Score! Check it out! This one is RED HOT!
Book one in the Undone Lovers series.
When amateur fetish model and rockabilly princess Adelita "Addie" Sanchez is asked to model for an instructional BDSM book, she turns the offer down—she's not a porn star. Then she meets the three male Dominants behind the project, including Lane Therres, who convinces her the book is more art than porn, and she'll be safe in his hands.
The rules of the photo sessions are clear—there's no sex, and Addie can call a halt to anything she's uncomfortable with. But self-reliant, strong-willed Addie doesn't count on liking what the powerful Doms do to her body with their ropes, chains and toys. Enjoying Emory's touch after falling for Lane, Addie turns away from both men, scared of what they're making her feel. She's worried that a relationship built on a BDSM contract can never be anything but whips and chains.
Lane will exchange Dom leather for shining armor to prove to his rockabilly princess that even the most gallant knights sometimes prefer dungeons.
Excerpt:
"Can I help you?"
"Adelita?"
"Depends who's asking. What do you want?"
He pushed away from the wall and stood in the doorway, invading her space. "I want to have a conversation with a pretty woman."
"And I," Addie put her finger in the center of his chest and pushed, "don't trust pretty boys."
Addie closed the door, but the man slid his foot between the door and the jamb. Addie jumped back, prepared to run for a phone and call 9-1-1 if he made a move she didn't like.
He pushed the door open again and held up one hand. "I'm not coming in, I just thought you might like it if I didn't say what I have to say through the door."
Addie cocked her hip, felt the robe slide open a bit. "And what is it you have to say?"
The blond's gaze had dropped to her breasts and the lacy bra that was peeking out from the widening slit in her robe.
"I'm working with C&C Productions." He leaned against the doorjamb. A few locks of hair fell across his forehead as he tipped his head down and smiled at her. He was handsome, if a little too clean-cut for her taste. She liked her men to be tattooed retro gentlemen who could refurbish a car as well as they danced. This guy was frat-boy handsome all grown up and sexy, though if he was a porn star it was a clean-cut veneer over skanky man-whore interior.
"Oh." Addie pulled her robe closed. "I already told the lady I wasn't interested."
"I'm one of the other models. I thought we could talk about it."
"Listen, porn star, I'm not interested.
"I'm not a porn star. I'm a systems engineer."
"You're what?"
"A computer geek. It's true. Here." He fished his wallet from his back pocket and pulled out a business card.
Addie took a tentative step closer and accepted the card.
Lane Therres
Systems Development
AIFO Consulting
"This is really you?" She held the card up. "Lane."
"Yep. Lane Therres. It's nice to meet you."
"You're a geek consultant." Addie was still examining the card. Everything felt out of sync, as if she were dancing a half beat off the music. The blond—Lane—was a piece that didn't fit with the day's admittedly strange happenings.
He laughed lightly. "That sums it up. Maybe I should have that on the cards."
"If this is really you, what are you doing modeling for porn? I think your geek boss will be upset."
"I rarely interface with clients, I build systems on the back end. Plus, it's not porn. It's art."
"And there's a stack of 'art' pictures guys conned women into taking that end up as internet porn."
"Can I show you something?"
"If you whip out your dick, I'm calling the cops."
"No dick." He looked over his shoulder. "I think."
Addie lunged for her phone. "That's it, alpha delta porno, I'm calling the cops."
"Alpha what? There's no need to call the cops."
"The catchphrase of psycho porn stars everywhere, I'm sure. Deja."
"Deja." He rolled the word nicely. "That means 'leave', doesn't it?"
"Very good. Buh-bye then."
Lane ducked out of the doorway for a second and reappeared holding a book. "This is all I want to show you." It looked like the same book Helen had tried to show her.
"Strangely, you haven't left."
"Weird, isn't it? Can I come in?" He didn't wait for her answer but stepped in, closing the door behind him. He made her happily cluttered apartment seem small.
Addie picked up a stone calavera—skull—decorated for Dia de los Muertos from the shelf at her shoulder. It easily weighed five pounds. "Do you regularly force your way into women's apartments?"
"This is a first, actually."
"I feel so special. It's going to be even more special when I bash your head in."
"With a sparkly skull? There's some irony in there."
Addie narrowed her eyes. "You're making it hard to hate you."
"I was socially inept until college, so thank you, it's good to know the years of hard work learning to talk to women have paid off."
"I'm still going to hit you. I'll try to avoid your pretty-boy face."
"The fact that I'm holding a conversation with a woman whose robe has come undone is even more amazing."
Shit. Addie looked down and Lane jumped across the room, snatching the skull from her. Her robe was still in place, though it had slipped to one side, exposing her left breast in its leopard-and-cream lace bra. She pulled it in place and sighed. Lane was tossing the skull in the air and grinning.
"You're in. I'm unarmed. What do you want?"
"Just to talk, and to show you this." He held up the book.
"Fine, we'll talk. Put down my skull."
He set the jeweled piece on a table behind him. He looked around her living room, having the raised brow reaction most people did when they saw she had more sewing supplies than furniture.
"Have a seat," Addie said. She curled into her armchair, tucking her robe securely under her legs so it wouldn't slip, and motioned to the matching ottoman.
Lane sat then jumped up. "Fuck!" He picked up the beaded top she'd been working on. The needle was sticking up out of the fabric and had, predictably, found its way into his ass.
Addie's lips twitched. "Pain in your ass?"
"Funny." He set the sewing aside and swept his hand across the ottoman before sitting. "Maybe we should start over." He held out his hand. "I'm Lane Therres."
"Addie Sanchez." His handshake was firm and very warm.
"It's very nice to meet you, Addie. I'm looking forward to working with you."
"You mean fucking me, and it's not going to happen. I'm not going to be part of your little porn."
"I wouldn't do porn either. I'm a normal guy. Well, sort of. The project Helen wants you for isn't porn."
"Then what is it?" Addie asked, exasperated.
"It's probably easier to show you." He held out the book. "This is the last project C&C did. It's an informational book of sorts. It's got stories, explanations and most importantly, photos."
Addie flipped open the book.
Foot Fetish—The Sole of Devotion.
"This is a book about foot fetishes?"
"Yes. Don't freak out, just turn the page."
She raised a brow. "Do I look like the kind of woman who freaks out?"
"Fair point."
Addie flipped the glossy page and skimmed the first few lines of text. It talked about the history of foot fetishism, the beauty of the fetish, the variations that were possible. "This makes it sound like the only way to show someone you love them is to," she skimmed the page, "lick their shoes."
"That's how some people feel."
She skipped the next pages of text, stopping when she got to the first photo. It was a full-page black-and-white image of a woman's calf and foot. A glossy, black high heel dangled from her toes.
The next image was the same woman's foot, but now a man was kissing it. In the next photo he licked the side of the shoe. Another flip and the man was licking the sole of her bare foot.
The images were beautiful, well lit and composed, yet clearly sexual.
It wasn't porn.
