BLURB
Zane Reynolds
believes he’s found the perfect submissive for he and his brother but there’s a
problem. Mistress Mercedes Harris-Shore
doesn’t want to submit to anyone. Zane hopes a bet will solve that issue, along
with providing the key to finally win not only Mercedes's submission, but also
her heart.
Ash Reynolds knows he isn’t a good man for any woman to fall in love
with. He’s a paid mercenary, disillusioned with life and his ability to fit
into the civilized world. Zane insists he’s found the perfect woman for them to share, but the
problem is, Mercedes has no idea Ash exists.
Mercedes has more to worry about than a
wager where she plays submissive to Zane for a week. She’s just become a serial killer’s new target and met the man
assigned to protect her, Zane’s twin, Ash Reynolds. Ash appears as interested
in her submission as Zane, but Mercedes isn’t looking to be shared.
A Siren Erotic Romance
Categories: Erotic Romance, BDSM, Contemporary, Menage a Trois/Quatre
Content:
Erotic Consensual BDSM Ménage a Trois Romance, M/F/M, spanking, paddling,
flogging, wax play, sex toys, HEA.
Word Count: 130,784Heat Level: SEXTREME
Published By: Siren-BookStrand, Inc.
Pre-Order Buy Link: http://www.bookstrand.com/switching-mercedes
ADULT EXCERPT
God she was adorable. He felt like
he was a schoolboy being given a good dressing down by an angry principal. If
he was any way inclined to that sort of thing he’d be hard as a rock by now. No
wonder she was considered the best professional Mistress in the city. Instead
he grew hard for other reasons. The black leather dress she wore fit her like a
glove with the zip front pushing her breasts together and up to show the most
alluring cleavage, like two soft pillow tops he wanted to bury his face in then
bite just for the pleasure of hearing her moan. Her thigh high boots allowed
for only the smallest peek of sheer nylon-covered flesh between boot top and
dress hem. He wanted to raise the hemline and see what lay beneath.
She appeared to be on a roll,
although he’d given up listening to the barrage of insults she fired at his
brother. If he was Zane, which of course he wasn’t, he’d wait for her to calm
herself, get the fact he’d annoyed her off her chest, and then proceed. But he
wasn’t Zane, and the one inherent difference between the two of them was his
brother was far more patient with women, especially when they were upset. Ash,
on the other hand, knew exactly how to soothe this savage beast.
He casually butted out the cigar on
the wall, pocketing the extinguished two-thirds. After all, with trade
embargos, Cubans were hard to come by unless one visited the country, and he
wouldn’t be back there for the foreseeable future. He expected his target to
step back when he pushed away from the wall and stood upright, but she didn’t.
Too busy explaining how she was happy with a casual sex arrangement and that
was all a Neanderthal like Zane could ever hope for. Too bad he wasn’t his
brother. He’d probably reconsider what he was about to do.
With lightening speed he reached
out his arm and circled her waist, pulling her toward him. A quick
one-eighty-degree spin had her in the shadows, back to the wall, surrounded by
his larger frame.
“Enough.” He covered her mouth with
his in their second, long overdue kiss, swallowing her fury and any objections
she may have been about to voice. She responded with a seductive moan as their
tongues entwined. He had her, and this time he wouldn’t let her go until she
screamed his name. Well, his brother’s name actually. Damn it, he should just
tell her.
All notions of confession were
blown away when she looped her arms around the back of his neck and pulled
herself up onto his body, her legs circling his waist. He clasped the globes of
her ass in both hands and assisted in repositioning her, standing taller and
wedging her more tightly between the brickwork and his body. He moved his hands
in turn, repositioning them under the leather of her dress, dragging it up as
he cupped the bare flesh of her ass cheeks. She was either commando or wearing
a G-string. Knowing the latter more likely to be true, he slid his fingers to
the crease of her ass until he found a thread of material. Following the thin
trail of lace to the wetness between her legs, he moved the lace aside,
allowing his fingers to delve between her lips before sliding effortlessly
inside her… one…two…three.
As the third long digit pushed
inside, Mercedes broke the kiss, exhaling a breathless moan of pleasure, her
cunt tightening around his fingers.
“Fuck my fingers and come for me,
baby.” He’d prefer to have her come on his cock, but he refused to be caught
with his pants down if Bethany chose to show up for their meeting.
“Not here, please, Zane.” Despite
the request for a change of venue, Mercedes thrust downward. Ash extended his
thumb to rub over her clit, resulting in another mewling of delight from his
now totally aroused and compliant little hellcat as she rode his fingers,
driving them deep inside.
“No one can see you, baby, I’ve got
you covered.” Sweet pussy juice spread over his hand as her cunt began to pulse
around him in a flurry of release. She pulled his hair and buried her face
against his chest, muffling the passionate cry as she came. “Again.”
This time he did the maneuvering of
his fingers, thrusting them deep and fast within her, quickly bringing her to
another climax.
“Please no more, not here. You know
I don’t like public displays.” Mercedes cupped his face between her hands and
rested her forehead against his. “I need you buried deep inside me, your skin
against mine, but not here.”
Not here, great.
“Your place or mine?” It was
obvious Beth was a no-show, so leaving the area didn’t matter. He’d contact her
later.
“Neither.” She lowered her legs and
pushed away from him, straightening her hem as she headed straight for the
staff entry door. “The perfect place is right inside. You have a lock on your
office door so we won’t be disturbed.”
Fuck, no. She
was inside the club before he could stop her. Zane was working tonight, which meant
he needed to stay the hell out of there, but instead he followed, hoping to
drag her back into his arms and change her mind before anyone found out Zane
Reynolds had a doppelganger.
