Featured Author Casea Major--Night with a Dom
Please welcome Casea Major as this week's featured author. She's gearing up for the release of her erotic short story, Night with a Dom. This will be her second story that's set in Decadent Publishing's successful 1NS series.
On New Year's Eve workaholic Melody Manning is informed by her exhe's getting married. Devastated by the news, she blames the slave-drivertactics of her former boss for her break up.
To release the heartbreak and provide herself with some muchneeded stress relief, she enlists thehelp of an exclusive matching agency specializing in one-night stands.
At the Castillo Resort and Winery in Sonoma Valley, Mel meets themysterious Dom who has agreed to the last minute rendezvous. The sexy maskedMaster promises to get to the bottomof Mel's guilt and provide ultimate satisfaction under the safety of his sternhand.
After an emotional night of submission and uninhibitedpassion, will her lover's unmasking lead to the end of their encounter or giveMel another chance at love?
ExcerptMel sucked in a breath, and opened the door. The darkened room flickered withthe light of at least a dozen candles. She squinted as she walked in. The smellof incense and roses wafted in the air. Her sight adjusted, and the darkershadows of the space became visible. She scanned the scene. In the middle of the room sat an oversized bedcovered in black velvet and satin. Her arms and legs quivered. A roughly madewooden table stood with two straight-backed chairs in the corner, and a tray ofappetizing food awaited. She stood frozen, anticipating his appearance.Her heart thumped in her chest. Was he hiding? She began to turn—"Do not turn around, Miss Manning." His voicewhispered against her ear. She jumped at the husky sound, but didn't try tomove away. He ran his hands across her shoulders andtrailed his fingers down her bare arms. "Are you frightened, kitten?"Her skin tingled at his simple, but intimatetouch. The heat from his massive body radiated against her back though he nevermade contact with it. Although she couldn't see him, his presence filled theroom, and the walls seemed to shrink at his closeness. "I'm a little scared. I'venever done anything like this before, but I guess you do—"His finger glided up her shoulder to pressagainst her lips and his whispered rebuke filled her ear. "Silence." Her eyes fluttered closed. Pleasure and fearmingled in her mind and over her skin. She wanted so bad to turn her head andlook at him, but somehow she knew she shouldn't.The spicy masculine scent of him filled the air,and his moist, heavy breath sent waves of heat down her neck. "During this portion of the evening you will only speakwhen asked a direct question, and you will address me as 'Sir'. Understand?"Concentrating on his words, she had to strain tohear him over her pounding heart but nodded. In the dim light of the candles,her chest rose and fell rapidly. Excitement and fear zinged to her extremitiesand every place in between."There's nothing to be frightened of." He trailed his tongue from her earlobe down to hernape. She gasped and tensed her shoulders as he nipped and sucked the sensitiveskin. Goosebumps covered her from head to toe. Her nipples hardened andthrobbed. The mystery of him enticed her as much as his touch and scent. He swept his hand slowly over her stomach. Shemelted back against him, the heat of his body wrapping around hers, instant,carnal and very real. Throbbing need pulsed between her legs, replacing thechill of fear."I'm going to remove your dress.""Okay." The word whooshed from her. Dizziness caused her to sway. Is this really happening? His velvetbaritone held a familiar lilt she couldn't place, but surely if she'd heardthat sexy sound before, she'd remember. Right now she was so aroused, it couldbe her high school boyfriend and she wouldn't know—or care."Okay, what?"Her body tensed at his rebuke. "Okay, Sir.""You have enough discipline coming this eveningfor past transgressions, Miss Manning. Let's not complicate matters byincreasing their number. All right?""All right, Sir." She sucked in a breath at themention of punishment. What would he do to her? She had stipulated mild discipline, but what did that meanto him?He moved his hands from her abs upward,smoothing his palms across her breasts, grazing her nipples with every fingeras he passed over the fabric of her dress. A long, hot breath blew from herlips, and liquid desire gushed between her legs. He trailed his fingers to her back and unzippedthe dress, allowing it to fall to the floor with a whisper. The cool air of theroom played across her bare skin. The vulnerability of her position built apressure in her stomach not unlike the apprehension she suffered before heryearly employment evaluation. Pulling her back against his bare chest, hisarms slipped around her waist. His hands splayed across her flesh and grazedthe lace of her bra. His touch scorched her skin and desire for more floodedher. She ran her hand over his forearms. The fine masculine hair stood at hertouch, and he sighed into her ear.
Major Love~~~ Major RomancePrior to becoming a writer of romantic fiction, Casea Majorworked in the legal field for a non-profit dispute resolution company for tenyears. She is now a full-time mom tothree preschool children with whom she and her husband live happily...most ofthe time. When she isn't chained to herlaptop, she enjoys Cary Grant movies and crocheting. Website / Facebook / Twitter
On New Year's Eve workaholic Melody Manning is informed by her exhe's getting married. Devastated by the news, she blames the slave-drivertactics of her former boss for her break up.
To release the heartbreak and provide herself with some muchneeded stress relief, she enlists thehelp of an exclusive matching agency specializing in one-night stands.
At the Castillo Resort and Winery in Sonoma Valley, Mel meets themysterious Dom who has agreed to the last minute rendezvous. The sexy maskedMaster promises to get to the bottomof Mel's guilt and provide ultimate satisfaction under the safety of his sternhand.
After an emotional night of submission and uninhibitedpassion, will her lover's unmasking lead to the end of their encounter or giveMel another chance at love?
ExcerptMel sucked in a breath, and opened the door. The darkened room flickered withthe light of at least a dozen candles. She squinted as she walked in. The smellof incense and roses wafted in the air. Her sight adjusted, and the darkershadows of the space became visible. She scanned the scene. In the middle of the room sat an oversized bedcovered in black velvet and satin. Her arms and legs quivered. A roughly madewooden table stood with two straight-backed chairs in the corner, and a tray ofappetizing food awaited. She stood frozen, anticipating his appearance.Her heart thumped in her chest. Was he hiding? She began to turn—"Do not turn around, Miss Manning." His voicewhispered against her ear. She jumped at the husky sound, but didn't try tomove away. He ran his hands across her shoulders andtrailed his fingers down her bare arms. "Are you frightened, kitten?"Her skin tingled at his simple, but intimatetouch. The heat from his massive body radiated against her back though he nevermade contact with it. Although she couldn't see him, his presence filled theroom, and the walls seemed to shrink at his closeness. "I'm a little scared. I'venever done anything like this before, but I guess you do—"His finger glided up her shoulder to pressagainst her lips and his whispered rebuke filled her ear. "Silence." Her eyes fluttered closed. Pleasure and fearmingled in her mind and over her skin. She wanted so bad to turn her head andlook at him, but somehow she knew she shouldn't.The spicy masculine scent of him filled the air,and his moist, heavy breath sent waves of heat down her neck. "During this portion of the evening you will only speakwhen asked a direct question, and you will address me as 'Sir'. Understand?"Concentrating on his words, she had to strain tohear him over her pounding heart but nodded. In the dim light of the candles,her chest rose and fell rapidly. Excitement and fear zinged to her extremitiesand every place in between."There's nothing to be frightened of." He trailed his tongue from her earlobe down to hernape. She gasped and tensed her shoulders as he nipped and sucked the sensitiveskin. Goosebumps covered her from head to toe. Her nipples hardened andthrobbed. The mystery of him enticed her as much as his touch and scent. He swept his hand slowly over her stomach. Shemelted back against him, the heat of his body wrapping around hers, instant,carnal and very real. Throbbing need pulsed between her legs, replacing thechill of fear."I'm going to remove your dress.""Okay." The word whooshed from her. Dizziness caused her to sway. Is this really happening? His velvetbaritone held a familiar lilt she couldn't place, but surely if she'd heardthat sexy sound before, she'd remember. Right now she was so aroused, it couldbe her high school boyfriend and she wouldn't know—or care."Okay, what?"Her body tensed at his rebuke. "Okay, Sir.""You have enough discipline coming this eveningfor past transgressions, Miss Manning. Let's not complicate matters byincreasing their number. All right?""All right, Sir." She sucked in a breath at themention of punishment. What would he do to her? She had stipulated mild discipline, but what did that meanto him?He moved his hands from her abs upward,smoothing his palms across her breasts, grazing her nipples with every fingeras he passed over the fabric of her dress. A long, hot breath blew from herlips, and liquid desire gushed between her legs. He trailed his fingers to her back and unzippedthe dress, allowing it to fall to the floor with a whisper. The cool air of theroom played across her bare skin. The vulnerability of her position built apressure in her stomach not unlike the apprehension she suffered before heryearly employment evaluation. Pulling her back against his bare chest, hisarms slipped around her waist. His hands splayed across her flesh and grazedthe lace of her bra. His touch scorched her skin and desire for more floodedher. She ran her hand over his forearms. The fine masculine hair stood at hertouch, and he sighed into her ear.
Major Love~~~ Major RomancePrior to becoming a writer of romantic fiction, Casea Majorworked in the legal field for a non-profit dispute resolution company for tenyears. She is now a full-time mom tothree preschool children with whom she and her husband live happily...most ofthe time. When she isn't chained to herlaptop, she enjoys Cary Grant movies and crocheting. Website / Facebook / Twitter
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