Cover Reveal/Giveaway

Title: Rules of Submission
Series: Fans of Football Series
Author: Leigh Lennon 
Genre: Contemporary/BDSM
Release Date: January 11, 2019
Cover Design: Najla Qamber
 
Candace
 
My whole life I’ve been told I was good for one thing. I was the family pawn, a pretty face to do their bidding.
Then I met him, and I dared to see a future where he could make me whole again.
But Lang has a secret – one that excites me. Now, I only want to play by his rules. But in his future, he sees things I can’t physically give him.
 
Will he leave me like everyone else does?
 
Lang
 
Power and control—I demand it. I never had it as a kid, but now my life is arranged and ordered as I like.
 
Then she comes into my life; young and inexperienced, and willing to surrender.
 
I’m ready to give up everything for my sweet Candy. But she gives me all her power. I hold it in my hands.
Candace
A smile spreads along his face, “You’re the perfect submissive, you know what to do and when to do it.” He drops a kiss on my nose. “But I’d like you to call me Daddy. But in the club I’m sir. You got it?”
This is a hard line for me. I don’t want to think of the two worthless daddy’s that have messed me up in my youth. As though he’s reading my mind, he starts, “I understand your hesitation, doll, but let me explain it to you this way. I’m the only Daddy in your life that matters. I’ll take away all the hurt and pain.”
My eyes widen at his words, the thought he’s put in it. “Fuck, Lang, when you put it like that, how can I say no?” I lean back, still fascinated by what’s in his hands.
“Now that we have that settled, my naughty girl, this is one of your club outfits. It’s a little more sophisticated than some of the other ones will be.” I look at the leather dress, wondering what the others will look like. “Because we’re having dinner upstairs, we’ll dress a little more discreet, for tonight only.”
With sleeves that come right below the elbows and a scoop neck, the dress does look more modest than most BDSM outfits I’d imagine would boast. It’s one hundred percent leather and will cling to me like a second skin. With strappy four-inch shoes in his hand, and black fishnet thigh-highs with a garter belt, I understand I’ll be going commando tonight. 

 

Leigh Lennon is mother, veteran and a wife of a cancer survivor. Originally with a degree in education, she started writing as an outlet that has led to a deep passion. She lugs her computer with her as she crafts her next story. One could say she loves pretty nails, big earrings and spiky hair. She can be found drinking coffee or wine, depending on the time of the day.

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New Release/Giveaway

Title: Bodhi
Author: A.R. Hadley
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: October 16, 2018
 
Audrey Simone is a thirty-something divorced mom looking for adventure when she accompanies her new friend, Kate, to a local dungeon.
 
What she doesn’t expect to find is Gavin…
His arms are the size of her thighs.
His eyes the color of Van Gogh’s sky.
And his tolerance for BS is minimal.
Playing becomes an addiction. Her desire to submit an innate need. And it doesn’t take long for Audrey to realize this world has surpassed her wildest imaginations.
But she lives in two worlds, straddling day and night, reality and kink — one foot has found its way into Gavin’s heart while the other rests on the outside.
And her Master — the man who chains her, ties her, binds her, frees her — doesn’t just want her submission … Gavin has decided he needs both feet.
Bodhi is a 63,000 word standalone novel.

“How do you feel…” he asked, tapping her temple, “in here?”
“Aware,” she said and paused. He seemed to be waiting for her to continue speaking. She swallowed. “Aware of my nudity. Aware of each nerve ending. The cold on my skin. The empty space between my legs. The ache in my arms, legs, and hands.”
He traipsed a finger from the top of her spine to the top of her tailbone. “What do you feel when I touch you?”
She blew out a breath and closed her eyes. “I feel alive. I feel fire.”
She believed this man could bring to fruition and then satiate the things she didn’t even know she desired.

“Come here, Audrey.”
She stepped inside the modest bathroom. It was warm and still a little steamy, and it smelled like the shower and whatever Gavin used for shampoo.
“Closer, baby girl. I want you to shave me.”
“What?” She shook her head and felt her cheeks heat. “I can’t. I might cut you.”
He pressed his palms against the countertop, dropped his chin, and stared at the sink full of water. “You’ve already sheared me.” He looked up, peered into her eyes, and placed the razor in her hand. “I trust you … and I will guide you. It’s not difficult.”
Her eyes closed, then opened. Everything with him sometimes felt like slo-mo. His arms were so close, threatening to tear his shirt to shreds with a sudden movement. His leather and cedar permeated her nose. Her flesh broke out in goose pimples as her nipples turned to stone.
“Concentrate. You’ll shave me, and I’ll tell you a story. Start with the sides. Top to bottom. Go ahead.”
“Gavin,” she whispered with a smile.
Taking her hand, he placed it where he wanted her to begin. “Care for me as you do yourself.”
Their eyes met and locked for several heartbeats, seconds in which she couldn’t breathe properly. Caring for herself had become something she did last, not foremost. He could surely see things in her gaze: hesitation and insecurities. He’d seen them the day he’d fed her the potato soup.
“Top to bottom.” He dragged her palm with his toward his ear. “Good girl.”
Her hand seemed to trip on the compliment, and he caught it and smiled. “I trust you, Audrey. Now listen to me.”

A.R. Hadley writes imperfectly perfect sentences by the light of her iPhone.
She loves her husband.
Chocolate.
Her children.
And Cary Grant.
She annoys those darling little children by quoting lines from Back to the Future, but despite her knowledge of eighties and nineties pop culture, she was actually meant to live alongside the Lost Generation after the Great War and write a mediocre novel while drinking absinthe with Hemingway. Instead, find her sipping sweet tea with extra lemons on her porch as she weaves fictional tales of love and angst amid reality.
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