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The Blurb:
When University student Nicky Johnson decides to make an impromptu visit to a BDSM club with friends she get more than she bargained for.
The alcohol fuelled evening finds her asleep on her sofa the next day, suffering from memory loss.
But who brought her home?
Dominant Dariel Pearson shows her that spanking and submission can be empowering.
Will this be a life changing experience for Nicky?
This New Adult contemporary romance is a steamy,sexy tale of love, dominance and submission.
The alcohol fuelled evening finds her asleep on her sofa the next day, suffering from memory loss.
But who brought her home?
Dominant Dariel Pearson shows her that spanking and submission can be empowering.
Will this be a life changing experience for Nicky?
This New Adult contemporary romance is a steamy,sexy tale of love, dominance and submission.
Bio:
my
nom de plume is Scarlett Flame. I write a variety of genre including
Erotica, BDSM, Dom/sub, Steampunk, Fantasy, sci-fi, magic, paranormal
romance, shifters, dragons and dragon-riders.
My
two latest WIP's include a Vampire story, where the vampire is also a
Dominant, this story is set in Whitby, Yorkshire.
My
men are all Alpha males and full to the top with testosterone. The
other WIP is once again, a D/s but includes MMF scenes and is a
thriller! The title is From Willing Sub to Enslaved Captive, and it is due out at the end of
March.
I
was born in Salford and raised a Lancashire lass in Manchester.
I love music, especially the Indie scene. Love to read and have a life-long love of horses and horse riding.
Excerpt:
Chapter One
Nicky
I woke up slowly. Opening first one eye then the other tentatively. My head banging and my mouth felt like the bottom of a parrot cage. The need for food immediate and overpowering. The mantra in my head repeating over and over. I am never drinking red wine again. I am never drinking red wine again. Then, I spotted the open packets and containers of food spread across the coffee table in the living room. No wonder my neck hurt so much. Falling asleep on the sofa with my head at an unnatural angle will do that to a person.
With a selection of leftovers heated up I began munching aimlessly. Trying to remember how I got home the previous evening. And, the twenty dollar question was “Who with?” I could hear someone coming through my front door with a key. But, I lived alone, and no one else had keys to my flat. Not even my family.
I turned to look as the handle started to twisted, panicking as the door pushed open and in stepped a stunning man with dark brown hair. He was wearing, what looked to me like a Saville Row suit. His steely blue gaze connecting with my own slightly bloodshot pale blue eyes.
Oh. Finally awake are we?” he remarked in a clipped accent as he walked in shutting the door carefully behind him.
I attempted to swallow the mouthful of curry I was in the middle of chewing and began to cough violently. It had gone down the wrong hole and I was turning an unattractive blue hue.
Reacting quickly he shot over and banged me on the back sharply three times dislodging the errant bit of curry. Which promptly shot out of my mouth, landing on the rug. Oh. My God. How embarrassing I didn't have a clue who he was and this is how he gets his first glimpse of me. Eating warmed up curry. Looking like I had been dragged backwards through a hedge. Except, apparently this wasn't our first meeting at all. He had a key to my flat and seemed to know his way around.
What on earth went on last night?
Grabbing some tissues I cleaned up the mess on the rug and guiltily started to tidy up the living area. He grabbed my arm firmly, turned me to face him and commanded.
“Stop that right now. We need to talk. Sit down there.”
He pointed to the sofa and I felt an overwhelming compulsion to follow his orders.
“Right. Tell me what you remember from last night. The truth mind you. I won't be lied to.”
I opened my mouth, then closed it again. This happened a few times as I had no idea what did happen, how he came to have a key or even how I got home.
“Enough of that now. You look like a demented goldfish, opening and closing your mouth like that. So. I assume from your body language and failure to respond that you haven't a clue who I am. No idea what I am doing here or even aware of the fact I had to escort you home.”
I nodded and shrugged. Not trusting myself to talk without making the situation worse. So. The “who” I came home with was revealed.
“Well then. Perhaps introductions are in order. For starters I know a little about you already. Your name is Nicola Johnson, or Nicky to your friends. You are a student at Salford University studying sociology, who works in a bar in town part-time. Your parents live in Spain having retired recently. Are you sure you can't remember anything about yesterday evening?” He Quizzed. A stern look on his face.
I stared at him and tried my absolute best to remember something, anything. He did look familiar but I couldn't even remember his name, where we had met or what had led to us coming home together. He wasn't even my type, which was the big shocker. He looked way to sophisticated for a piss poor student like me to snaffle.
“Well...I remember your face. But, other than that it is hazy. I must have drunk way too much red wine last night to blank out the entire evening like this.” I replied.
“Oh, petal I think the shots might have something to do with the memory loss. That, and the spliff I found you sharing with the guys that wanted to take you home with them. For a threesome as I remember rightly.”
Shocked once again in to silence I began to get brief flashbacks of the previous evening. Again performing my goldfish impersonation. Whoever this person in front of me was, he seemed to have my best interests at heart.
“Erm, yeah I seem to remember a little bit of that happening. I am so sorry. That isn't how I usually behave at all. Please don't tell anyone what happened. I promise that I have learned my lesson and won't do that again.”
“Oh. I know you won't. We had a long conversation last night about your behaviour. Your very bratty behaviour I might add. My name, seeing as how your memory has failed you, is Dariel but you will call me Sir. We met in a club by the way. I don't suppose you remember what type of club we met in. Do you?”
This time I shook my head. But, then I had an epiphany and began to remember a little more about the previous evening. I groaned out loud at the revelation. I had gone with some friends from Uni on a night out and we had decided to visit a club after a few too many drinks. A BDSM club to be precise.
“Is that a look of enlightenment, or one of horror I see on your face petal?” he smirked.
“I remember some friends from Uni and I thought it would be a good idea to visit a BDSM club.” I answered falteringly. “We had all watched a programme on the telly earlier in the week and it …sort of… looked interesting.”
“Hmm. Interesting.” he reflected. “Well you certainly bit off more than you could chew last night. Didn't you? You came in shouting that you needed a Dom to take control of you. Instead you acquired the attention of a group of guys that had wandered in off the street, on a stag party.”
Mortified at this latest revelation I dropped my eyes to the floor, counting myself a very lucky girl indeed, to have escaped a fate worse than death.
“Good girl. THAT is why I saw potential in you last night. The fact that you were so biddable and compliant. Your submissive side was very evident or I wouldn't have agreed so readily to our arrangement.”
At this I looked up instantly.
“Arrangement?”
I stammered. “What arrangement? I have no clue what you mean.”
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From Willing Sub to Enslaved Captive
The Blurb
After discovering her submissive nature, Suzie Foster finds a Dom who she believes can give her everything she needs.
But after a time, his attitude and treatment begin to change.
Even with her limited experience in the Lifestyle, Suzie knows she has to end their Dom/sub relationship.
Then, just when things seem to be going right for Suzie, she is taken from her life and held captive.
Will Suzie ever get to experience the true Dom/sub relationship she seeks?
Or is the life of an enslaved captive at the hands of a cruel Dom the last thing she will ever know?
Love n stuff
Scarlett
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