It’s been an age since I’ve had a new release. Like my heroine Naomi Price, I’d allowed life to get in the way of what I love, resulting in a significant production gap since Fireworks at Midnight came out last year. Perhaps for that reason, I’ve allowed my naughty side to run amuck in Submissive On Display.
Part of Decadent Publishing’s 1-Night Stand Series, my interracial BDSM romance is set in Las Vegas at the renowned Carnivore Club, a multi-author world first penned by Kate Richards. Despite my best efforts to be dark and kinky, I only succeeded at the latter. A light-hearted play on the reluctant lovers trope, my novella is a romantic comedy, replete with a Dom in distress, a reluctant submissive on a white horse, and an adorable German shepherd determined to unite the two.
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Submissive on Display
by Tara Quan
After a disastrous engagement and ensuing public breakup knocks him off this year’s list of Boston’s most eligible bachelors, Luka Petrovich’s confidence in women is at an all-time low. With a psycho ex-fiancé stalking him at every BDSM club, he embraces a prolonged hiatus from his social life. The last thing he expects is to fall into bed with his dog’s sexy sitter. Craving more after the first taste, he can’t wait to handcuff her to his bed. There’s one problem—she’s not a submissive.
Veterinary student Naomi Price is too busy juggling part-time jobs and a full course- load to have a relationship. Though she’s crushed on her client’s gorgeous owner for close to a year, their accidental night together couldn’t have come at a worse moment. With his sexual preferences fodder for countless tabloid blogs, she knows exactly how to keep this Dominant at an arm’s length. So she tells the biggest lie of her life, turns in her notice, and escapes on a vacation to Las Vegas.
At the Carnivore Club, two exhibitionists meet for a one-night stand, unaware their compatibility stretches far beyond a simple limit list. When their identities are revealed, a reluctant sub must face public spanking for her deceit, and accept several delectable wrinkles in her best-laid plans.
Excerpt (for mature audiences only...Spanking is involved)
When his breath grazed her skin, she jerked her chin to the side and struggled against his hold. “I’m sorry, but I can’t go through with this date. I came to tell you in person.”
He tightened his grip on her braid and pitched his voice low enough to mask his identity. “Why not?”
Her tongue darted to moisten the corner of her mouth. The small motion sent an electric jolt to his balls.
He shifted to prevent his zipper from making a permanent indentation on his penis. “You’re turned on. Why stop?”
“I…I’m invol— I’ve got this weird situation going on with someone else.” Her voice shook. “Until I’ve sorted things out, I can’t play with anyone.”
The sickening rock at the pit of his stomach disappeared, leaving behind smug satisfaction. “What’s the lucky guy’s name.” He blew a hot breath on her darkening cheek.
She flinched. “None of your business.”
“True, but I call the shots. Who would you rather scene with tonight, Naomi?”
Her brows snapped together. “Luka?”
She lifted her arms. Before she could touch the black silk, he captured her wrists with one hand. Damn, he’d forgotten to remain incognito. Perhaps he could salvage the situation. “Who?”
“I recognize your voice,” she hissed. “Let me go right this instant and take the damn blindfold off.”
Dragging her up, he toppled her onto his lap. “Is that anyway to talk to your Dom?” Banding his arms around her torso, he plastered her back against his.
“The date’s finished. I’m leaving.” When she attempted to wiggle free, her ass churned over his boner. She froze. His growing erection must have alerted her to the dangerous side effect of her resistance.
“Not until I hear your safe word.” Turning her in his arms, he positioned her facedown on his thighs. “The cat’s out of the bag, sub. Congratulations, you’ve won the trifecta. I’m horny, curious, and pissed off. We’re starting this scene with some incentivized interrogation.”
“Like hell.” Despite her spitting protest, her spine arched. Her butt lifted high enough her skirt bunched around her waist, revealing utilitarian black panties. She hadn’t chosen underwear with sex on the agenda.
He yanked the cotton garment down to circle her knees. Trembling, she pounded her little fists on his calves. At the same time, her ass muscles tightened as if in anticipation of a blow. Talk about conflicting emotions.
He squeezed her butt, raking his blunt nails along her silky flesh to amp up the anticipation.
She hit him harder. “Stop it.”
“But you don’t want me to.” He slid his fingers between her shaved labia. “And you’re wet.”
“The tone might work on Bear, but I am not a dog.” He slammed his palm onto her right thigh. “I don’t appreciate you keeping me on a leash for months.” His next spank landed on her other leg, the impact harder and louder because she’d swung it up. “You told me lie after lie.” He punished her subsequent kick with equal gusto. “And then you showed up at a BDSM club for a one-night stand with someone else.”
His following wallops landed on her butt, the impact covering her mahogany skin with a rusty tinge.
“Oww! I wasn’t going through with it.” She screeched. “I’d already decided to bail before you showed up.”
“Uh-huh.” He pinched her left butt cheek and twisted, provoking a string of curses. “Because you have feelings for me. Why would you tell a random guy what you should have admitted to my face?”
Grunting, she banged the heel of her fist on his toe. Thank God for thick leather. “I did admit it to you, asshole.”
He smacked her harder. “Careful, pet. You’re giving me all sorts of ideas on appropriate disciplinary measures.”