Mutual Release by Liz Crowe
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Disclaimer: This is an 18+ book with erotic BDSM scenes and explicit language.
Can two dark souls ever make a light?
As president of her own distribution company, Julie Dawson has all she ever wanted -- money, power, and respect. But her carefully crafted façade conceals a torment of abuse and helplessness. After years remaining emotionally aloof, she is finally independent, but alone. Because she refuses to rely on anyone but herself ever again.
Evan Adams is no stranger to success, or personal demons. The horrific trauma that destroyed his twin sister, and tore his family apart, forced him to craft a new life from the ashes of the old. He's content enough, focusing ahead and not dwelling on his murky past. But something important is missing. He knows what that thing is but refuses to acknowledge it.
When a chance encounter brings these two strong-willed but damaged people together , what seems like a long, erotic journey through hell could lead them to a match made in heaven.
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Excerpt:
A leather chair appeared from the gloom. Evan looked
around, then took the seat, disappointed but intrigued. He could hear Jack’s
voice, his laughter low and inviting. What
the fuck? Was Gordon getting in on action while he had to watch? Then he
heard Jenna’s annoying giggle and realized the club must be making her watch
too, only she got to do it with her date. He sighed, leaned back, and prepared
himself to be underwhelmed.
“No,” a sexy, rough female voice broke through the
clamor in his head. It must have surprised everyone because all the people on
the couches glanced up. “I want him. Out here.” Evan looked straight at her and
saw the hot-as-shit Domme point her bullwhip right at him. He gulped, actually
looked around like a dork, thinking there must be someone behind him. He was no
sub.
She crooked her finger, her ruby-red moist lips
drawing his gaze and making him feel positively hypnotized. His cock kept up
its painful pressure along the inside of his zipper. A drop of sweat formed on
his temple but he couldn’t move his arms to brush it away. All he knew… was
her.
“Mr. Adams,” the disembodied voice said. “Your
presence has been requested by our Mistress. Please. Do not make her wait.” The
sheer curtain separating him from the crowd parted as he stood. Shoving his
hands in his pockets and no longer aware of anything at all but what he wanted
right now, he took the few steps down to the main floor.
“Stop!” She held up a hand. “Do not come any closer
until I tell you.” She snapped her fingers. A tall man dressed only in leather
pants emerged from somewhere to her left. A woman approached him, smiling and
holding out a tray filled with… He stared, then shook his head, backing away,
his brain on fire and his body in flight mode. “Where are you going, slave?”
The woman cracked her whip. Evan sensed its bite near his cheek.
“I am no one’s slave,” he croaked out, sounding like a
whiney kid.
“Perhaps. But I am not just anyone.” Before he could
catch a breath, the woman was in his space. He kept his hands at his sides,
knowing if he touched her he would be punished. Her full lips were inches from
his. She leaned in, placed a tender kiss on his cheek, then stepped back.
“The Mistress has chosen!” the voice boomed and the
room heaved a collective sigh. Evan whipped his head around, suddenly terrified
and hornier than he had been in his entire existence. He closed his eyes as a
loud whooshing sound started echoing around in his head in perfect time with
his heartbeat. He held his ground, biting the inside of his cheek raw to keep
from falling to his knees and kissing his way up her shiny patent leather shoe.
The woman stood, the cape-like cloak draped around her tall, perfect body. He
couldn’t move and had no idea what to do now anyway.
She took two long steps and was back in his space,
tugging his tie, lifting it free of his collar and letting her lips linger over
his, tempting, teasing, and bringing his body to full attention from his scalp
to his toes. What in the hell was going
on here? He was a sub? But the whooshing sound would not stop; it deafened
him and he started to shake. The woman put her hands on his shoulders and kept
kissing him just enough to make him insane. Disembodied hands removed his suit
coat. Then, with a powerful jerk, She ripped his dress shirt into two scraps of
expensive cotton that hung from his wrists.
His nipples hardened, his skin broke out in goose
bumps. More bodiless hands unfastened his cuffs and took what remained of his
shirt away. The woman kept smiling, trailing her fingertip down his chest.
Evan’s lungs hurt he was breathing so hard.
“You are very…” She leaned in and touched her tongue
to a nipple, making him gasp. “In need of…” She licked her way across his chest
to the other hardened nub of flesh and bit, hard, making him yelp and grunt to
distract himself from coming in his trousers. “A lesson in what it means to
wield control.”
She unfurled the whip, keeping her lips on his skin,
licking and nibbling her way up his neck as he stood, fists clenched and teeth
grinding. Then she bit down on his lower lip, bringing tears to his eyes and
yet more urgency to fuck. What was happening to him?
“Sit.” She shoved him down. Evan dropped, hoping
someone had put a chair there. His ass hit leather and wood. Watching
mesmerized as she dug a sharp heel into his still-covered thigh. The pulsing behind
his zipper had reached a level he’d never experienced. It was as if he were
already coming, in his head, trying to relieve the pressure without actually
ejaculating. This was a total goddamn trip. He sighed, looked up at the
ceiling.
“Don’t look away from me, slave.” Her rough voice made
the whooshing sound return between his ears. She snapped her fingers. Two
nearly naked women scuttled to his side, undid his belt, unzipped his pants,
and pulled off his shoes while removing his trousers, leaving only his tie and
boxers.
“Holy fucking mother of… ah!” he cried out, unable to
stop when the woman stood over him, her warm, inviting sex right at his eye
level. Other hands rubbed, teased him through his underwear. But he kept his
eyes trained up as he sucked in a lungful of her heady scent.
“You think this is all there is, don’t you, boy?” The
woman’s voice filled his head. “Your giant cock and what you can do with it.”
She stepped away from him, flicking her whip at his inner thighs, breaking up
the pleasure with a bite of pain that made him curse and lean forward. The
lovely, soft hands that had been on his aching shaft disappeared. “Oh no you
don’t. You sit; you take, and you do not
come. For any reason. If you do, I will make you very,” she slid the handle of
the whip along his reddened inner leg, “very sorry. Are we clear? Dear?”
AUTHOR INFORMATION:
Microbrewery owner, best-selling author, beer blogger and journalist, mom of three teenagers, and soccer fan, Liz lives in the great Midwest, in a major college town. Years of experience in sales and fund raising, plus an eight-year stint as an ex-pat trailing spouse, plus making her way in a world of men (i.e. the beer industry), has prepped her for life as erotic romance author.
When she isn't sweating inventory and sales figures for the brewery, she can be found writing, editing or sweating promotional efforts for her latest publications.
Her groundbreaking romance subgenre, “Romance for Real Life,” has gained thousands of fans and followers who are interested less in the “HEA” and more in the “WHA” (“What Happens After?”)
Her beer blog a2beerwench.com is nationally recognized for its insider yet outsider views on the craft beer industry. Her books are set in the not-so-common worlds of breweries, on the soccer pitch and in high-powered real estate offices. Don’t ask her for anything “like” a Budweiser or risk painful injury.
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