Reading his submissive - by Brandi Evans #restrained #fantasies

Sales Blurb

Raven:

I’ve spent my life depending on one person: myself. I’ve learned the hard way other people will only let me down. I’ve worked for everything I have, but thanks to my drug-addicted mother, I’m about to lose the one thing I’ve craved for years. Needing to make some extra cash, I ask my boss at Restrained Fantasies, a Dallas BDSM club, for some extra shifts. Much to my chagrin, Master Carter Burkes is with him, and Carter leaps to my rescue, bound and determined to save me—only I’m not the kind of girl who needs to be saved.

Carter:

I can’t sit by while Raven, a recurring figure in my fantasies, is in trouble. My job as a detective keeps me busy, but I’m not looking for a relationship, just a sub to assist with a class I’m teaching: Reading Your Submissive. Raven always claimed she wasn’t a member of the lifestyle, so imagine my surprise when I discover a budding submissive inside her. She gets under my skin in ways I can’t fight, but emotions are dangerous. I learned that the hard way.  Is getting close to Raven a mistake? Will I destroy her life like I destroyed the life of the only woman I’ve ever loved?

This is book two in the Restrained Fantasies series but can be read as a standalone.

Publisher’s Note: This romance is intended for adults only. It contains elements of danger, suspense, mystery, BDSM, sensual scenes, romance and adult language. If any of these offend you, please do not purchase.

Every girl has her breaking point. 

Purchase link

https://www.amazon.com/Brandi-Evans/e/B004D05W56/

Excerpt.

Carter needed a sub, and he needed one now.

In four hours, he was supposed to start a class at Restrained Fantasies, the Dallas BDSM club that was his second home, but forty-five minutes earlier, the sub he’d enlisted to be his teaching subject had called in sick. How was he supposed to give a class on reading subs without a fucking sub?

If he had a little more time, he’d be able to find someone from Restrained Fantasies’ clientele, but time was the one thing he didn’t have. And not having everything planned out ahead of time scraped on his every nerve.

Carter dropped onto the leather desk chair across from one of the club’s co-owners, Brock Michaels. The other man made an interesting contrast to the sleek modern feel of his office. Brock was menace and intimidation that had somehow been fused together to create a living person. Shaved head, tattoos covering most of his upper body, the man oozed bad-boy-biker out the wazoo. He was the kind of man Carter, a detective outside the walls of the club, would pay close attention to if he were skulking around in dark alleys at night.

“Oh, I know who I could ask,” Carter said with a smile, the suggestion more to get a rise out of his friend than being an actual suggestion. “You could always let me use your pretty little sub. Viv looks spectacular in chains.”

Brock glared up from the paperwork scattered across his desk, his expression a few degrees shy of homicidal. “I don’t share Viv with anyone. Ever. And if you want to keep your testicles from being kicked into your throat, you’d do good to remember that.”

Carter fought to keep his grin from spreading and failed miserably. “I know, I know. Viv’s off limits. What about her friend Anne? Do you think she’d be game?”

“Most likely.” The other man leaned back, crossing muscular arms across a chest about as wide as the Grand Canyon. “Anne’s game for almost anything. If she says no, you could always ask Terry. She might like the overtime.”

“Already asked Terry, but she has plans she said she couldn’t get out of.”

Brock opened his mouth to respond, but a knock sounded against his partially open office door, and an angel followed the sound inside. Well, a dark angel anyway. Raven Malek, with her blacker-than-black hair and purple highlights, tattoos running the length of her arms and shoulders, nose and eyebrow piercings, ripped jeans, and a T-shirt with a bleeding rose could never be classified as an angel. But damn, she drew him in with the unstoppable fury of a supermassive black hole.

Emphasis on black.

Raven was one of two bartenders at Restrained Fantasies and, for the past few months, she’d also been an on-again, off-again player in Carter’s jerk-off fantasies. He couldn’t pinpoint precisely when the young woman had snagged his attention, but she had. All five-foot-six, lush and curvy inch of her.

What would her sexy body look like tied open to him?

Sometimes, submission is the ultimate freedom. 

About Brandy Evens

Brandi Evans was raised by a caravan of traveling Gypsies. She spent her days learning the ways of her people and her nights lost in legends as old as time. Okay, not really, but that's way more interesting than the truth!

In reality, Brandi grew up the oldest child of an ordinary family. Grade school, middle school, high school. Nothing extraordinary happened until she left the nest. She joined the military, went to college, got married, and became a mom. And somewhere along the way, she discovered she liked to read—and write!—stories hot enough to melt eReaders.

Book Trailer: 

This is the Video URL. If you need something different, just let me know. https://youtu.be/t3FV0BMpl1U

Spotify Playlist: 

Did you know the author has a personal Spotify Playlist for Reading His Submissive? Just head on over to Spotify and search “Reading His Submissive”, and you’ll get to listen to the music featured in the book, as well as the music that inspired the author. Either way you look at it, these tunes will get your hips swaying and your libido pumping!

Pinterest: 

Want to visit the author’s Reading His Submissive Pinterest board? See the images that inspired the book. https://www.pinterest.com/brandievans1/reading-his-sub-behind-the-pages/

Character Chat

Joining Brandi on Character Chat today is Detective Carter Burkes, a Dom and frequent patron of the Dallas BDSM club Restrained Fantasies. Carter is the hero of Brandi’s Blushing Books BDSM novel, Reading His Submissive. He and his sexy heroine, Raven, heated up Brandi’s life for months as they told her about their love story.

Without further ado…

Brandi:
Welcome Carter! Thank you so much for dropping by to chat with me again. I had such an amazing time telling yours and Raven’s story. Talk about two people overcoming the odds! And just in case I haven’t mentioned it enough, thank you for trusting me enough to tell readers the story of how you um, read your submissive! *shakes her head, laughing* Too on the nose?

Carter:
A little—but apropos. *winks*

Brandi:
Sorry. (Not sorry!)

Carter:
I bet. You sound just like Raven.

Brandi:
I take that as a compliment! I simply fell in love with Raven. She’s so strong and independent. Feisty. Very feisty. I mean, she’d have to be to overcome the shitty hand she’d been dealt in life, but each time I re-read y’all’s story, I kinda fall in love with her a little more.

Carter:
How do you think I felt, Brandi? From the moment I first saw her, she drew me to her with the unforgiving strength of a black hole. I was powerless to stay away. I was so out of my element.

Brandi:
Y’all’s story simply amazed me. Don’t get me wrong, your scenes in the club dungeons were off-the-chart, lava hot. *fans self as said scenes flash through mind* But there was also an intense vulnerability and heart woven throughout. I didn’t expect that. One moment, I think I’m gonna need a cold shower, and the next, y’all’s love is tugging at my heartstrings. And the ending—I still get choked up.

Carter:
You’re not the only one. *takes a visible breath and makes Brandi’s heart ache* Neither of us were spared in the shitty-life department. To paraphrase, Raven, we’re both pretty fucked up after everything we’ve been through. Fucked up in different ways, sure, but still pretty broken.

Brandi:
Broken but not unfixable. Y’all taught me that. *resists urge to take his hand in support* Without giving too much of your story away, what do you say we take a few moments to introduce readers to yours and Raven’s story?

Carter:
Where do I begin? Trying to whittle down Raven and what she means to me into a few words is a tall order. Like you said, she’s so strong and independent, so much so she had trouble accepting help. There were so many times I wanted desperately to help her, but she resisted. It was almost like she was afraid asking for or accepting help would somehow make her weak.

Brandi:
That’s a pretty good way to describe her. She fought you hard, especially the first night of your class.

Carter:
Tell me about it. Something about being thought of as submissive stuck in her craw, but I can’t really blame her that much. Considering the shit her mom put her through, I’m—

Brandi:
Easy! We don’t want to give away too much.

Carter:
Sorry. *he grins, showing off the dimples that drove Raven crazy*

Brandi:
I should probably let you get going anyway. Between your job as a detective and keeping Raven satisfied, I’m sure your time is at a premium these days, but I do have one last question. With so many great books out there, what makes yours and Ravens’s story a must-read?

Carter:
Because everyone has tragedy in their life, but tragedy doesn’t define us. It’s a thing that happens to us; it isn’t us. It’s a concept I didn’t truly understood until Raven.