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Tuesday, 1 November 2016

Indebted Heart by Measha Stone #excepts

Title:  Indebted Heart
Written by: Measha Stone
Release Date : July 28 2016

She works so hard to earn a place in the world, but all he wants is for her to find a place in his heart.

Alyssa Sanders has taken care of herself since she was too young to do so. But she’s all grown up and ready to get her life on the right track.  She heads to Chicago with her life savings and a few prospects. She expects to get a job, find an apartment and get on her way of settling down. What she doesn’t expect is to find her new boss not only severely attractive and Dominant, but the son of an old friend.
Alex Trebelli would do anything for his father, so when he’s asked to escort an old friend’s daughter to dinner he doesn’t hesitate to agree. Except the daughter isn’t the small town young woman his father described. She’s all grown up, full of beauty and curves, and a submissive nature that draws out his dominant side.
When Alex explains he won’t be her friend, he can’t just be her friend, he wants more, he wants to be her dominant, her boyfriend, she has to decide if she’s going to take the leap. She’s never been good at a full time D/s relationship, but Alex makes her feel safe and secure. She finds him easy to be with, even when he’s being overprotective and bossy.
Can she manage to put aside her fears of failure, and self-doubt and give them a real chance, or will she chose the safer route and keep clear of his sexy smile, and dominant ways?

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Excerpt One - RR
"For two weeks you've toyed with me." He rested his hands on his belt buckle, the movement not lost on her. "You've stared at me, you've winked at me, you've smiled at me, you've been a complete brat with me." He stared at her; she didn't move.  
"Are you a brat usually?" he asked as an afterthought. He knew a few doms that liked their subs to be bratty, to give a reason to spank them for fun. Alex was not one of them. He'd rather have a straight on conversation. If his partner wanted a spanking, she needed only to ask, he was always happy to oblige.
"No." She shook her head and averted her eyes. "But, it was fun to tease you." She looked up at him then. "I knew you couldn't or wouldn't do anything about it. It was weird. The more I teased you and the more you did nothing, the more I wanted to tease you, to push you." She took a deep breath. "I've never done that before with a guy."  
"What about Thomas?" He asked in a low voice. He hadn't meant to bring him up, but before his brain could catch up to the conversation it was out.
Her eyes narrowed as she answered. "Bradley really has a big mouth."
"That he does." Alex agreed. "Now about Thomas."
"Thomas is an ex. I'm sure you have quite a few of them." She stepped around him and plopped down on the couch.
"Yes, but he's not just an ex, is he?"
"Alex, he was my first dominant. He was the guy that showed me what being submissive means. He helped me figure out what I needed and wanted." Alyssa looked up at him as she spoke. "And what is that? Because I'm going to be honest, Alyssa. I can't get you out of my head. I won't do the friend thing with you. I just won't." He shook his head. "And I won't do the vanilla thing either. I tried that once, had a serious relationship and it all went to hell. I hated it, she hated it, and I won't try it again." He crouched onto his haunches in front of her. "I see you at the club, and I want to devour you. The friend thing won't work."
Her eyes swept over his face several times, and she exhaled loudly. "I want you," she finally said and he began to breathe again. "I've hated the past few weeks, seeing you and not being able to talk to you the way I wanted to talk to you. As soon as I walked into a room, I'd find you instinctively. It was really starting to piss me off." She grinned. "I don't do vanilla well either. I end up being a bitch to see how far I can push the guy until he pushes back." "Like you've been doing with me." He nodded.
"Yeah." She closed her eyes for a moment, and when she opened them they were filled with tears. "I'm really bad at asking for what I need," she whispered. "You were just so, so, there." She wiped her eye with the inside of her palm before the tear could fall. "I think it just frightened me. I mean I didn't expect to meet anyone especially not anyone within the first day of being in the city. Your dad never told me how freaking hot you are." She laughed, the sound made him grin up at her.
"I'm not your boss at work. Kerri is and Bradley is. I'm the finance and marketing guy." He rested his hands on her knees, her skin felt warm beneath his hands. Soft. "But here, outside of the job, I'm all boss." He winked and grinned up at her.

Excerpt Two:-KRB
He wasn't asleep. He was standing in the middle of the room, exactly where she had stomped away from him, holding his belt in his right hand. Her eyes darted to the loosely hanging leather at his side and then his expression. Dark. Extremely dark. His lips were pursed his jaw set tight, and his eyes fixated on her with a sternness she hadn't believed him capable of until that moment.
   "Uh-um." She stammered standing just outside the bathroom staring at his hand that was swinging the belt and casually tapping it against his leg. "Uh." What was wrong with her? Why couldn't she get a full word out, and why wasn't he saying anything?
   "I think I've been pretty patient. I haven't demanded anything. I haven't encroached on your plans, have I?" His voice held steady, no tremor or indecisiveness to it.  
   She swallowed. "Well. No, not really."
   "I haven't told you what to do, what to wear, where to go, anything like that?" He took one step toward her and her stomach twisted.
   "Not really." She had to be honest. Other than his lines of questioning he hadn't really made her do anything. Other than making her leave her apartment, which she had to be honest, wasn't exactly the worst thing.  
   "Yet, when I try having a conversation about your health, your wellbeing—you feel it's respectful to blow me off and stomp away. Slamming doors." His tone didn't waiver, but the volume had lowered. She found herself holding the hem of her shirt with both hands, and twisting the fabric with her fingers.
   "Not when you say it that way," She tried a smile, a little humor. It didn't faze him or deter him, he took another step toward her. He wasn't wearing his suit jacket anymore, she noticed. His button down shirt that was neatly tucked into his beltless slacks had been rolled up at the sleeves. She wanted to bolt back into the bathroom but her feet were being entirely too uncooperative. "Alex." She sighed. "I'm sorry. I told you. I'm not good at this." His raised eyebrow told her it might not have been the best tactic.
   "Good at what? Being respectful?" The slapping of the belt against this leg became more intense.  
   "The full time submissive thing. I'm not good at it. I told you that." She really wished he wouldn't take another step. One more and he'd be within touching distance and since her feet still wouldn't obey her, she was sure he'd grab her.
   "When we talked about us becoming a couple, us doing this, I told you I would help you with that." He reminded her with a calm in his voice. He looked upset yes, irritated even, but not angry. Not out of control anger. She knew he was in complete control of himself, and even her with the way he kept looking at her. It was as if running wasn't an option, her feet understood that before her brain did, apparently. The bastards.
   "Well, yes. I remember." Her answer came softly. He had said that, and she had agreed. She had always enjoyed the submissive side of herself. Not just sexually. She'd had enough play time at the dungeons to know she loved the kiss of the flogger, but it was when the scene ended that the real cravings began. She'd seen couples at the parties, even at Top Floor. The caring between the partners, the love, and respect the dominants showed their subs, and it was reciprocated. That's what she craved. The dominance that continued after the flogging.
And here it stood. Right in front of her holding a leather belt.  
   "Have you ever been spanked, for punishment?" He asked, not moving toward her any more.

Excerpt Three
The silence made her nervous; she wanted his words, his touches, and the lack of both worried her. Just as she was about to break her silence he stood in front her. His hands dug into her hair and he pulled her head back to look up at him. The pleasure and joy she expected to see alluded her. Instead firm, frank eyes glared down at her.
"Where did you get the cuffs?" he asked.
"The foot locker in the closet," she said, searching his expression. Anger did not lurk behind his words, but displeasure shone through his eyes.
"What were your instructions?" he asked, releasing her hair and moving down to his haunches, keeping their eyes locked.
"To come in here, strip, and kneel with my hands behind my back and my eyes downcast," she answered and before she could continue, he spoke.
"And in those instructions where did I say to go into the closet and dig out a pair of cuffs?"
"Nowhere, but I—"
   "You are trying to control the situation." His words were given in a soft tone, but the implication was harsh.
  "What? No. I was trying to add to it, to give you more of what you wanted." She wished they could have the discussion clothed.
   "What I want, what I desire, is your submission, your obedience. If I want your hands cuffed, I'll give you the instructions or I'll do it myself. You wanted your hands bound. You wanted to feel the cuffs on your wrists, bound, and waiting for me. Those were your desires."
   "Don't my desires matter?" she asked with an edge that she quickly regretted at the instant raise of his eyebrow.
   "Of course they matter. And I will always take your desires into account. When you submit to me, you trust me to give you want you want, what you need, and push your limits, but you don't control what happens."  

Excerpt 4

The door clicked, signaling the lock being triggered just as she slid down to her knees. She faced the closed curtains of the window, her hands resting on her knees, waiting. His footsteps were soft as he entered the room, but she could feel his presence before she even heard him. The muted sound of the door closing, and the chain being slid into place filled the room. It took everything in her not to turn to him, to gaze on him. She wondered briefly if he was happy with her positioning.
"So fucking beautiful." His whispered words sent a shiver down her spine. Her skin felt alive with electricity, waiting to be touched. "Please stand up and put your hands behind your neck. No, don't turn around, keep facing the windows."
The hiss of his belt sliding through his pant loops gave life to the electric current that was her skin. Her fingers linked together behind her neck, steadying her stance and she waited for the first strike of the belt.
"Do you remember the last time I used the belt on your ass?" he asked standing a little closer to her than previously.
"Yes." She surprised herself with the ability to speak with such arousal and want clouding her mind.
"Tell me," he ordered with a warm voice.
"You punished me for being disrespectful." She didn't like the memory of that evening. It embarrassed her that she'd earned a punishment so early in their relationship, so quickly after agreeing to be his submissive.
"That's right. You had been a naughty girl."
She swallowed at his words. Her nipples were already erect with need, and she felt her sex becoming more wet by the moment. "But you were a very good girl tonight. Such a beautiful good girl." His hand gripped her ass cheek, and she jumped from the sudden touch.
"I bet you are so wet for me right now. Aren't you?" he asked, with his fingers trailing their way lower to where he would find out for himself how hot she was for him. Lower they crept until his feathery touch lit a fire within her, and she sucked in air. "Ah, very wet. Tell me what you thought about while you were kneeling here, waiting for me." His fingers lightly patted her sex, but her whole body craved his touch.
"I wondered what you would do. I tried not to plan it," she admitted freely. His lips brushed against her shoulder.
"Very good." His fingers withdrew from her and before she registered the lonely sensation, a sharp slap shook her ass, and she yelped more from the surprise than the sting. "I'm going to spank you with my hand," he announced and gave her two more hard swats to her backside, leaving a warm tingle behind. "Then I'm going to whip you with my belt. I'm going to show you how a good girl gets the belt."
His left hand, the one holding the belt, snaked around the front of her belly and gripped her waist, effectively holding her in place as his right hand went to work spreading a warm glow through her entire ass. She moaned from the heat his hand brought, but found the sensation calming, a steady volley of swats, enough to tease her but not enough to satisfy her as he went along. "Such a good girl." He whispered into her ear before pulling away and stepping back from her.

Excerpt 5
"Seven." Alyssa croaked out. The bite of his scratches distracted her from the fire of his belt but only for a moment.
"Seven it is. Seven lashes then the belting will be over. No, don't pout." Was he laughing? "Once the belting is done, the fucking can begin," he promised her. She took several deep breaths. She felt his presence, could hear his words, but everything appeared further away. A buzzing
sensation took over her mind and her body, a pleasant hum that drowned out the loud noise in her head.
The first lash struck, and she stumbled forward a step from the force of it. She jumped right back into place and bent forward a bit to push her ass out and steady her stance. "Nice," he said approvingly and the second blow crossed her ass and a groan escaped her. From the pleasure or the pain, she couldn't tell. It all mingled so well together she couldn't pinpoint where one began and the other stopped. The third and fourth lash came quickly, giving her no time to register the burn of the leather. "Your ass is so red, so brilliantly hot." He sounded out of breath as the fifth and sixth strike of the belt met the curve of her ass. She sucked in her breath at the sharp sting and moved up to her tip toes. "Back down, baby. One more." He waited until she was planted on her feet again.
She squeezed her eyes shut, both anticipating and dreading the last feel of the leather. Her mind reeled and her body hummed, it would all be over after one more lash. She didn't want it to end, but she trusted that he knew when to continue and when to stop. The snap of the leather echoed in the small hotel room before she felt the effect of the harshest lash yet. She cried out and stumbled forward, letting go of her hands she caught herself on the window ledge and took gulping breaths.
His hands were on her, rubbing her ass and her back while she focused on her breathing. "It's okay, baby. I got you." He helped her to stand and wrapped his arm around her. When had he taken his shirt off? She nuzzled into his bare chest, feeling safe in the warmth of his skin. He stroked her back and placed kisses to her head until her breathing calmed and her mind settled back into the present reality. Pulling back, she smiled up at him. His concerned look washed away with his own grin. "There you are." He brushed a lock of hair from her eyes.
"I believe I was promised a fucking?" She reminded him breathlessly, reaching up to kiss his lips. Her lips may have initiated the contact, but it was he who controlled it. His hands snaked into her hair, holding her firmly in place while his tongue demanded entrance. Every nerve fiber in her body exploded into action with his hot kiss. Her lips swollen and face flushed while he gazed down at her with fervor.
"Yes, you were." He kissed the tip of her nose. "But I have something else in mind first." Without any preamble his fingers were on her nipples pinching. She grimaced and squealed at the onset of the piercing sensation. "Good girl." He kissed her mouth tentatively and increased the pressure on her nipples. He released her, bending lower to take one breast into his mouth and soothe the burn he'd caused. His wet tongue lapped over the taut peak. Her legs felt wobbly, and the lust he ignited in her threw her off balance. She gripped his shoulders while he moved to the other breast again capturing it in his mouth and using the heat of his tongue to send her into another frenzy of erotic longing.
"Alex." She pleaded and he responded by nipping her with
his teeth. "Alex!" She groaned, and he chuckled. "Please."
"Ah, there's the magic word." He made quick work of sweeping her up in his arms and carrying her the few steps to the king sized bed where he deposited her. She leaned up on her elbows watching him as he unbuttoned his slacks and dropped them to the floor, his boxers with them. She drank in his hard body with such desire she had to remind herself not to fling herself from the bed and tackle him to the ground.


A woman given up on love, second guesses her solitary life when meeting a man who won’t take no for an answer and opens her eyes to an entire world of pleasure she didn’t know existed before him.

A headstrong, fiery woman seeks to fulfill her fantasies in all the wrong places, and it’s up to the security expert to tame her, and keep her safe.

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Measha Stone lives in the western suburbs of Chicago with her husband and their children. She is a member of Romance Writers of America, and graduated Summa Cum Laude with a degree in Creative Writing from Southern New Hampshire University. Her vanilla writing has been published in the online magazine efiction and the DuPage Writers Group annual journal Possibilities. When she’s not writing, she’s reading and spending time with her kids- who are just as creative and crazy as her.

Social Media
Twitter:  @measha_stone

Author Questions

RR So first, of course, the obvious question. How did you become a writer? I’ve been doing it since I was a little kid. I didn’t really think anything of it until my mom pointed it out to me much later.  In Junior High we had to write a short story for the open house, and all the other kid’s stories were one page, a few paragraphs, mine was the only one that took two pages and had dialogue and everything. She knew then I was going to be a writer. When she told me that story, I figured, hey, she’s right!  Silly, that I needed someone else to say it in order for me to know it, but writing stories was just something I did for fun, to entertain myself.

RR Are you working on a new book right now? Yes. I’m working on a dark erotic romance. My first ever, and it’s terrifying to write because it pulls me out of my comfort zone of completely consensual spankings, and sexual encounters. On the other hand, it’s completely hot and exciting, so it’s a daily roller coaster ride.

RR How much of the book is realistic? Hopefully, all of it.  With this series, I tried to convey as true of a BDSM relationship as I could.  People make mistakes, ego’s get in the way, and being in a BDSM relationship doesn’t change that- but how those issues are worked out is what’s different.  There’s a lot of love and trust that goes into a BDSM relationship, and I wanted to convey that with this series. It’s not all red rooms and tainted pasts.

What book are you reading now? I’m reading 3 books right now.  

Name one entity that you feel supported you outside of family members.  Blushing Authors have been a huge help, especially with this release. Everyone is so helpful and genuine. It’s been a great experience and hopefully the first of many.

What do you like to do when you’re not writing? I still have a day job, but in the off hours, if I’m not writing, or thinking about writing, I’m usually curled up with a book. If my kids happen to actually be home instead of off playing with friends, we’ll spend time together watching old sitcoms on Netflix, or having a family game night.

KRB-Does Prince Charming exist? Yes! Everyone’s version of what he looks like is different, but he’s out there.  For some, he’s an Alpha male that won’t give an inch and is unreasonably strict, to other’s he writes poetry and sings her sonnets- and anything in between. I lean toward the relentless Alpha myself, and have been lucky in that department.

Which body part would you choose to get a tattoo done? I celebrated my first book with Blushing Books by getting a tattoo of a heart on my right wrist.  I’m planning to get two more, another heart design on my ankle, and one on the top of my foot the words “Happily Ever After”.

The furthest I have traveled was to: Germany. My husband was in the Army when we married and was stationed in Darmstadt, Germany. It was a great time, even though I was far away from family and friends. I was sad to hear the base has been shut down since then.

Do you like your handwriting? Absolutely not!  My father always called it chicken scratch, and I have to agree. It’s horrible. I have a love/hate feeling when someone asks me to sign their book, because it’s just so bad.

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