When the gang over at Smut UK announced the Smut: Restrained Blog Hop, how could I resist? The only part I had to think about was which book to feature! I eventually decided on my M/M/F erotic romance, Eyes Wide Open, which is a full-length novel available in eBook and print format. So I’ll be sharing a sexy restraint excerpt from that, followed by a giveaway. Then, once you’ve checked those out, be sure and head back to Victoria Blisse’s site for a list of all the other folks taking part. You’re going to need a cold shower by the time you’re done! Happy hopping!
As her brain processed the information her eyes were feeding to it, several emotions hit her at once—understanding, relief, confusion, surprise…and arousal.
Frozen to the spot, unable and, if she was honest, unwilling to move, Fiona watched, open-mouthed, as James and Logan’s so-called nefarious activity played out right in front of her. Only it wasn’t nefarious at all. It was beautiful, stunning, and knicker-wettingly hot. So hot it probably should have been illegal…but definitely wasn’t.
James was naked, face down on the large bed, his arms and legs spread, each limb bound to the nearest corner post using what looked like black silky rope. Logan loomed over him, also naked, with an ominous-looking black whip thing in his hand. It had a thick handle, with lots of stringy pieces coming out of it. With a regularity of rhythm clearly born of practice, he brought the strings down on James’ backside with a thwack. Then again, and again. Not just on his bottom, either. Blows landed on his shoulders, his sides, his back, his thighs. His skin was pink and fast turning red.
As the pieces of the jigsaw in Fiona’s head fit together with a resounding clunk, she found that, once again, although some questions had been answered, what was unfolding right before her eyes raised many more. Ones she knew wouldn’t be answered for a while yet.
After all, it couldn’t possibly be good manners to interrupt someone getting whipped in order to assuage one’s curiosity, could it? And, if she was honest with herself, she didn’t want to interrupt—far from it. She wanted to watch, and find out what happened next. Was this just some kinky pain thing, or would they have sex, too?
Grab your copy of Eyes Wide Open here: http://lucyfelthouse.co.uk/published-works/eyes-wide-open-totally-five-star-london/