Release Date: 15th March
Meet the members of Club Risqué and follow their D/s exploits as love worms its way into even the kinkiest hearts.
Club Risqué book 1 – Fool’s Desire - currently on sale at 0.99
Blurb
Luanna Morgan has worked hard to brush off the stigma and scandal of being a single teenage mother. These days, she is better known for her calm composure and serene disposition, but despite that, things start to sizzle between Luanna and her company's legal director, Logan Thornton.
Logan might seem like a mild-mannered corporate lawyer, but in BDSM circles, he is better known as Master Baku, the Shibari expert. His dream is to publish a series of artistic poses which incorporate his three loves—Shibari, suspension, and photography, and he has his sights set on Luanna as the model.
But Luanna has led a deliberately quiet and modest life. She knows nothing about bondage or the intricacies of D/s relationships. She's always had to rely on herself, and her current reputation has been hard won. Even if she decides to throw caution to the wind and finally live a little, is there really any room left in Logan's life for yet another love, especially if she can't find it in herself to share the ones he already has?
Logan has Luanna tied up in knots, both literally and figuratively. Is it possible to find a compromise or will circumstances conspire to pull them apart?
Publisher's Note: This steamy romance contains graphic scenes and themes of power exchange. If this is offensive to you, please do not read it.
Excerpt
He had just poured two cups and was digging through the fridge for some milk, when he heard a key scrape in the lock of the front door.
A moment later, he found himself face to face with a tall, well developed kid with the same calm, laid back manner as Luanna. The similarity pretty much ended there. The lad was blond and blue eyed, although they did share the same narrow, patrician nose. If he'd been asked, Logan would have put the kid at older than fifteen, due to both his build and his innate maturity, but given the circumstances, he was pretty sure that this couldn't be anyone other than Luanna's son.
For a moment, he found himself nonplussed. What the hell did you say to a kid you'd never met before who had just walked into his own home and found you mostly naked in the middle of the day, when it was fairly obvious that you'd just fucked his mother seven ways to Sunday?
The lad's jaw dropped when he caught sight of Logan, and for long seconds, the pair of them just looked at each other.
Of course, Logan hadn't become a deadpan, poker-faced lawyer for one of the country's biggest conglomerates without learning a thing or two. He was a master of masking surprise and turning it around with a comeback. Not that he needed the comeback, but he did need to make the best of a tough situation.
Pasting on a smile, Logan thrust out his hand and pretended that he was fully dressed.
"You must be Danny," he said easily, as if he hadn't been caught with his pants down. Literally. "Your mother's spoken of you. I'm Logan."
The boy raised an eyebrow but took Logan's outstretched hand and pumped it with a surprisingly strong grip. "Well, you've got one up on me there," he replied, looking Logan directly in the eye. "Because she sure hasn't ever mentioned you!"
Logan masked the cringe that was fighting to contort his face. The kid certainly didn't pull any punches. Definitely his mother's child.
He felt a swift displacement of air, which told him the bedroom door had just opened. In a vague corner at the back of his mind, Logan wondered if Luanna knew what she was walking into or if she'd been caught by surprise. For her own sake, he hoped she wasn't naked. He really didn't want her to be humiliated in front of her son, and he knew she wasn't expecting him home until this evening.
Danny's gaze landed over Logan's shoulder, and he took in his mother's sex tousled hair and the messy bed behind her. His eyes flew back to Logan, and this time, there was an unexpected look of admiration and a glint of surprised amusement in his ocean coloured eyes.
"Wow, you did my mother?" It was really more of a statement than a question, and from behind him, Logan heard the unintelligible, strangled sound that was ripped from Luanna's throat.
"I'd almost given up on the hope that she'd ever give a man the time of day!" He winked. Yep, he'd actually winked!
"And you destroyed the bed. Respect, dude!" Suddenly, Danny sounded all of his fifteen years, although his reaction was nothing that Logan might have anticipated.
Danny's face split into a mischievous grin, but then he turned his attention back to his mother. A serious expression settled over his still youth-rounded features, and suddenly, the strange 'man-boy' was back in evidence.
"I hope you used protection," he told Luanna earnestly, sounding for all the world like he was her father...well, a lenient, understanding kind of father, at least.
The lad shook his head, not taking his eyes off of her, and Logan half turned, manoeuvring himself so that he could watch the interaction between the two of them.
"I'm pretty sure you don't keep any of your own..." He frowned. "...but you know
there's a packet of condoms in my dresser drawer if you ever need them."
Logan could see the hint of a blush, covering Luanna's, thankfully, fully clothed skin, but she didn't dodge her son's direct look and she didn't bawl him out in self-defence. One more thing to respect her for.
"Yes, I found them, thank you," she replied gracefully, as if this wasn't one of the most awkwardly embarrassing situations she'd ever found herself in.
Danny gave a single nod and headed down the short hall to his own room, taking everything in his stride like there was nothing unusual going on. Yes, Danny and Luanna were most certainly cut from the same cloth.
Poppy Flynn was born in Buckinghamshire, UK and moved to Wales at eight years old with parents who wanted to live the 'self-sufficiency' lifestyle.
Today she still lives in rural Wales and is married with six children.
Poppy's love of reading and writing stemmed from her parents' encouragement and the fact that they didn't have a television in the house.
"When you're surrounded by fields, cows and sheep, no neighbours, no TV and the closest tiny village is four miles away, there's a certain limit to your options, but with books your adventures and your horizons are endless."
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