xmlns:og='http://ogp.me/ns#' Kryssie Fortune: The Last Time? #new #bdsm #anthology #veterans #contemporary #romance #Giveaway

Friday 6 December 2019

The Last Time? #new #bdsm #anthology #veterans #contemporary #romance #Giveaway



I can't believe it's Saturday already. The Christmas rush hits home sometimes. If you have a moment to relax, why not grab a copy of my Heroes of Westhrope Ridge anthology. It contains three seasonal novellas and one full-length romance. 
Better still, it's free on Kindle Unlimited.  
This snippet comes from the included Christmas Novella, Marriage, Mobsters, and the Marine.  

Giveaway


If you pop over to my author page, I'm giving away three copies. Just tell me which of my books is your fave. 


And a reminder of my books. (If you haven't read any, just tell which cover appeals the most)





Abigail straightened her blonde wig, put on her mask, and strutted into the Masked Night’s BDSM club like Catwoman. Of course, everyone went incognito here, their names assigned by the vetting committee. Tonight, she’d become Kitty Gail, a sassy sub on her way to a first-ever hookup with the mouthwatering Dom, Master Jay.

The low moans of a woman bent over a spanking bench sounded bittersweet to Abigail’s ears. Knowing she’d never visit the club again added an extra swagger to her step. Not coming back for her monthly spanking would be…difficult. In the real world, she exuded confidence, carefully hiding the scared little girl inside her that even her family had disapproved of.

Damn it, she needed that spanking. It reminded her of how much she’d moved on and let her cope with the doubts that always chipped away at her confidence. The mind-blowing orgasms that followed were an added bonus.

But after tonight, Kitty Gail, with her figure-hugging blue catsuit and mask, would morph back into boring schoolteacher, Abigail Montgomery. Permanently.

Across the room, she spotted Master Jay at the soft drinks bar, the upper half of his face obscured by his plain black mask. His neatly trimmed beard and mustache obscured his features still further. He'd been there during on her last three visits, and the way he cared for his subs had made Abigail’s pulse race. She wondered what he looked like beneath all his facial hair and without his mask, but keeping their identities secret topped the club’s priorities.

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1 comment:

  1. Love the snippet, Kryssie. This sounds like a great anthology. I need to check it out.

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