Olivia Walker has just hit rock bottom. About to lose her job and become homeless, she can’t see a way out of the mess her life has become until Alex Davenport enters her life with a proposal she is in no position to refuse.
Wealthy and arrogant, Alex is used to getting whatever he wants and he has set his eyes on Olivia. For months he has watched her, waiting for the perfect opportunity to present itself to make her his, and finally it has appeared. But Alex is hiding a secret, one that he is determined to protect until, one day, Olivia makes a discovery that sets her on a course of self-discovery. Together they explore Olivia’s submissive side, pushing boundaries and taking her on the wildest ride of her life.
But when Olivia’s past threatens to expose Alex’s secret lifestyle, the time for truths and full disclosure is at hand. Can Alex let go of the fears that have bound his true nature? And can a couple that fell in lust find their own happily ever after?
Warning: This book is intended for mature audiences as it contains explicit sex scenes and BDSM themes.
“We’re leaving,” Alex states in a tone that brooks no argument. I merely nod in reply and let him lead me to the cloakroom to fetch my wrap, and then we are sitting in the car, being driven home. The tension between us is thick, yet neither of us has said a word. I glance up at Alex under my eyelashes and see his jaw clenched and an expression that I can’t fathom in his eyes. Every fibre of my being is hyper-aware of Alex’s masculinity, and a dull throb sits between my legs. I squirm in my seat, trying to find a little relief, when suddenly I am aware of Alex’s scrutiny. His eyes bore through me, yet the expression on his face remains a neutral mask. A smirk appears as he runs his eyes over my body and I find my nipples hardening under my dress.
We have no sooner pulled up in front of the house than Alex is pulling me from the car and into the house. The door slams shut behind us and for a moment we both just look at each other, lost in the inevitable. And then Alex speaks. “Turn around, Olivia.” The command is issued in a low, gravelly voice, completely at odds with Alex’s regular teasing tone. The use of my full name startles me, and before I can think further, my body is already obeying. I stand still, my eyes staring up the stairs, as we stand in the frigid hallway, and I wait with bated breath. A few moments pass and all I can hear is our breathing.
Suddenly I am aware of Alex’s arms coming over my shoulders and unhooking the cape at my throat. It slithers to the floor, and for a heartbeat, the world stops spinning on its axis. I shiver as I feel Alex’s warm breath on my neck as, ever so slowly, he pulls down the zip of my gown. “Put your arms out and hold on to the end of the bannister,” he instructs gruffly. I comply without rational thought, quietly awaiting his next command. The single movement has my dress pooling at my feet as I lean forward to grip the smooth wooden post. Large, agile hands skim down my sides until they rest on my hips and I am very much aware that my arse is now in the air, the angle of my body on my heels offering direct access to my damp, aching pussy. The hands follow a leisurely pace down the backs of my thighs and calves, until they reach my ankles. “Lift your foot and then the other,” Alex orders. I comply and he pulls the dress out from around my feet, discarding it in a heap by the front door.
I glance back down at Alex, but immediately he notices. “Eyes forward,” he barks, and I whip my head back around, my heart thumping in my ears. The cold of the hallway has raised goose bumps over my skin and I am shivering ever so slightly. I feel Alex stand behind me, heat radiating from his frame making the cold more tolerable, and then I hear him shedding his own clothes. My body is feeling ultra-sensitive, and the moment his hand snakes around my waist and deft fingers find my clit, I let out a low groan, as the warmth starts to spread across my pelvis. His pelvis pushes into my arse and I can feel the huge length of him grinding between my butt cheeks. Suddenly, Alex’s other hand is grabbing my breast, pulling it from the confines of my strapless bra and, almost painfully, squeezing my nipple. Teeth nip at my ear and neck as he forces my head back, my back arching as I try to maintain my balance.
“I don’t make love,” Alex hisses into my ear. “I fuck, I root, I shag…but I don’t do soft and I don’t do sweet. Do you understand, Olivia?” I nod my head, a thousand conflicting thoughts swirling around my head. “If you want this to stop, you need to say so now…” he trails off and waits for my answer. My brain is telling me that this is all a bit weird, that this is not what I want, but my treacherous body has other ideas and so I keep silent.
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Q&A with Bibi
How do you approach character development to make them believable and someone readers can identify with?
I tend to put myself in their shoes. I imagine how I would feel if it were happening to me and what reactions I would have. This can be exhausting when you are trying to write particularly emotional scenes (or even the very sexy ones) as more often than not I feel like I am leaving a piece of myself in the book. But when it comes down to it, despite the storylines being completely fictional, if the emotions and reactions don’t feel genuine then I go back to the drawing board and start again.
Who was the harder character to write Olivia or Alex and why?
For me Olivia was the harder character to write. I wrote the story from her point of view which meant I really had to dip into her emotions and motivations. This meant I couldn’t simply just imagine a scene unfolding in front of me as a viewer but had to imagine how I would feel if it were happening to me. The pivotal scene where Alex canes Olivia was actually really hard for me to write and in the end I found myself crying as the emotions from the scene kind of took over!
Was there anything about their story that surprised you as it unfolded?
The biggest surprise for me was the scene where Alex has to admit that he is a Dom to his mother. I had never planned that he would tell his family but somehow it had to happen as the blackmail element of the story unfolded. Writing it, I felt Alex’s embarrassment and found myself channelling my own mother when writing Sheila’s responses, which was definitely unexpected.
What do readers have to look forward to from you?
I am currently working on the third instalment of my Thirty Days series, an erotic romance that gives you a very steamy love affair between a hot guy and an unsure heroine, baked goods and some rather unexpected twists and turns along the way. And then I have a new series of sizzling novellas that will be out next year.
About the Author:
When I’m not writing I like to?
I love reading and watching movies. I spent a year in Western Australia and lived 20 minutes from the most amazing beach so I loved taking walks along the sand. Back in the UK we try to make it down to the beach when we can, though dipping my toes in the water is definitely out.
Snack or drink of choice when writing?
It has to be a large skinny latte… I am complete caffeine junkie and am a zombie without it.
Favorite genre you read for pleasure?
That’s so hard as I love everything from sappy romances to hard-core thrillers but I have to admit that I can’t get enough smut at the moment… I am loving that there are so many authors out there writing awesome erotic romance series.
If you could be a fictional character which one would you be and why?
Alice in Wonderland… This is how I feel every time I fall into a great book. It takes over until I feel like I am in there with the characters, no matter how crazy. And that moment where you return to reality always takes adjusting to.
About the Author
Bibi is a former marketing executive and mum to a gorgeous little girl currently residing just north of London. She recently spent a year living it up on the beaches of Western Australia and her hobbies include consuming copious amounts of coffee and chocolate, building cardboard castles and creating stories in her head.
Inspired from a young age, her love for literature started with Enid Blyton and her Secret Seven. Since then a voracious appetite for books has brought her a world full of heroes, love, murder, betrayal and the odd vampire thrown in for good cause.
Having long admired those brave enough to put pen to paper, or in this modern age of computing, keyboard to screen, she has finally started telling the sexy stories that she has been keeping locked up in her head all this time.