I wrote one of my favorite stories, LITTLE DOVE, a little over a year ago. A few days ago, I received a new review (5 hoots!) from Talk Books to Me:
As the two connect, literally physically connect, they bond emotionally. While this is a super short read and the premise of the story is all laid out in the summary, this novella is so worth the read. A perfect warm up with a glass of wine for a Saturday night! Enjoy!
This story has received FIVE 5 star reviews! BDSM Book Reviews gave it 5 out of 5 paddles! Nocturne Romance Reads gave it 5 hoots!
In celebration, I’m sharing a long excerpt from my favorite short story (with my favorite cover-isn’t it gorgeous?). I hope you like it!
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BDSM, Contemporary, Erotic Romance, Rubenesque, Romance on the Go, MF
Word Count: 10,800
Heat Level 4
Published By: Evernight Publishing
Lila’s friend claims that submitting to a Dom in bed is a wonderful stress-reliever, but Lila is skeptical. So when she opens the door and finds her old crush Theo waiting on the other side, she doesn’t know what to do. Since he fails to recognize her, she lets him in, accepting his offer to help her relax.
After he explains that Abby sent him, Lila reconsiders her misgivings about dominant men. When Theo ties her up and woos her with origami doves, she reconsiders her fear of letting go. When he makes love to her, she learns to fly.
LITTLE DOVE teaser excerpt:
~Be Warned: light BDSM and adult content~
Theo kissed her hand, savoring the warmth and softness of her skin. She smelled faintly of peonies, a delicate and decadent scent in the dead of winter. She was flushed, her hair a riot of curls around her shoulders. He could see her nipples, erect against the soft fabric of her robe. She wanted this, wanted him. He’d just have to be patient and see if she chose to take what he offered or if she would let her fear send him away.
The silence stretched between them for one minute. Two. And then, quietly, she whispered yes, just when he thought she’d say no. He smiled into her palm and for a reward, kissed each finger until she trembled. His cock already ached, pressed as it was against the unforgiving placket of his jeans, but he ignored it.
“I am so happy you said that, Lila,” he murmured, inwardly delighted, outwardly calm. “Let us begin.”
Her eyes widened. “Right now?”
He nodded, smiling. “Yes, right now. What is your safe word?”
She bit her lip nervously, not realizing how erotic it looked, and replied, “Peony.”
“What do you say when you’re not sure about what we’re doing?” He stroked a finger up her arm, curious to see how she reacted. She relaxed into his touch. Good.
“Flower,” she whispered, staring at his hand.
He pinched the soft skin on the inside of her elbow, gently, not enough to hurt. “How do you feel about pain? Do you like it?”
She swallowed, pulling her arm away. “I … don’t know.” She brushed her hair out of her face. The curls sprang right back. “I mean, I’ve never really thought about it.”
He pursed his lips. “How many sexual partners have you had?”
She shoved away from the table. “Why do you need to know that?”
Hmm, touchy subject, he thought. Aloud he replied, “I don’t know you. If I’m going to take care of you, I need to know a little bit about who you are.”
“How many sexual partners have you had?” she asked, challengingly. Her defiance was ruined a bit when she stumbled over the word ‘sexual.’ It only made her more attractive to him.
“Seven,” he replied.
She stared. “That’s it?”
He shrugged. “I’m not into sleeping around, or hooking up just to get an orgasm. My right hand works fine, you know,” he said, holding up his arm. He wiggled his fingers at her.
She laughed and he breathed a sigh of relief. He didn’t want her stressed out and tense.
“So, how many partners?” he prodded.
“One,” she mumbled, bashful.
“See, that wasn’t so difficult, was it?” he asked her. Privately he was shocked. Only one guy when she was so gorgeous? Men are stupid, he thought, not for the first time.
She sighed. “What about you? How can you only have had seven partners? Abby said you’re the one who taught Steve what to do…” She trailed off.
He lifted a shoulder. “I taught him about topping, yes, and I enjoyed going to the clubs, but when it comes to myself, I like something a little more committed.”
She frowned. “Then, why are you here?”
He gave her a long look. She wasn’t stupid, that’s for certain. “Steve asked me to come. And now that I’ve met you, I like you. A lot.”
“And just like that, you decided?” She snapped her fingers.
He looked at her generous breasts, the flush rising on her face, and knew, without a doubt, that he had to have her. It didn’t hurt that she seemed familiar to him, somehow. He wasn’t sure why, but she reminded him of somebody. He couldn’t recall who right at the moment, but he’d remember eventually. He relaxed in his chair.
“I like you.” He drained the last of his water. “The more you talk, the more you show me who you truly are, and the more I like you.”
She stared at him. He stood up, smiling, and walked over, not trying to hide his erection. Her curves, her spirit, her snapping hazel eyes had him so hard it was painful to move.
“Look what you do to me,” he said, gesturing to his groin. When he was within arms reach of her, he stopped, and cupped himself. “Everything about you makes me want you more.”
She swallowed, following the movement of his fingers as he rubbed a circle into the tip of his erection. He watched her watching him and felt himself swell even more.
“May I kiss you?” he asked, stepping closer.
She nodded, licking her lips.
“God, you’re so pretty,” he murmured, right before he took her mouth.
His lips were hot and soft and indescribably savage all at once. Lila trembled as he kissed her, hardly able to believe that the man she’d crushed on as a teenager had his hands in her hair. He nipped at her bottom lip and then soothed it with his tongue. She grabbed at him, afraid she’d fall if she didn’t hold on. He growled into her mouth and slotted a thigh between hers, rubbing his muscular leg right into her pussy. She moaned and he cupped her ass, grinding into her.
“Yeah, you’re a handful,” he murmured, biting kisses down her jaw.
She gasped. “Please, you can’t seriously find my fat behind attractive.”
He broke away, staring at her incredulously. “You think you’re fat?”
She bit her lip and nodded. “I’ve been told—”
“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” he muttered. “Women are so clueless about their weight.” He gripped her tighter, shoving his erection up against her belly. “Does that feel like I think you’re too fat? My cock likes you just fine. You’re beautiful.”
She shuddered as his movements pressed his thigh even harder into her body. He narrowed his eyes at her, sensing her pleasure.
“You like that,” he said, hands going to her hips.
She nodded, trying not to squirm. God, he’s so big, she thought, still trying to wrap her brain around the idea that this was Theo. Kissing her. Hard for her.
“I can’t hear you,” he murmured, kissing the soft spot under her ear. “Do you like when I do this?” He moved his thigh against her pussy.
She gulped. “Yes.”
He nipped her and stepped back. “Say ‘Yes, Theodore.’”
She frowned, confused. What did he want from her?
“I’m going to make love to you now and that’s how I want you to address me. Any other time, you can call me Theo, but when you’re submitting to me, I want you to call me Theodore. Do you understand?” He punctuated the explanation with a kiss to her shoulder.
She trembled. Was he joking? He lifted his head, and she could see the command in his eyes. He was completely serious. She struggled with it, not wanting to give into him, but abruptly she realized how silly she was being. What would it hurt to call him that?
“Yes, I understand, Theodore,” she said, surprised at how breathy her voice had become. Just thinking of him as Theodore changed things. Made what they were doing more real. Hotter.
“Good girl,” he said, smiling. “Let’s go to the bed.” He tugged on her robe, leading her across the room until she was sitting on the edge. “I’m going to undress you now.”
“Aren’t you going to—” She couldn’t say it. Instead, she fingered his t-shirt. She wanted to see him nude, but at the same time, felt a bit scared of what it would mean.
He shook his head. “Not yet,” he said, kissing her again. By the time he lifted his head, her robe was undone. He trailed his lips down her collarbone. “Mmm, no pajamas?”
She blushed. “I thought I would be alone.”
He grinned into her skin. “I’m not complaining.” He pushed the edge of her robe off her shoulder.
Lila stifled the urge to cross her hands over her breasts. When he ran his fingers over her, she was glad she hadn’t tried to hide.
“Beautiful,” he breathed, then dipped his head down.
Lila looked at him, almost unbearably aroused by the sight of Theodore’s lips closing over her nipple. She cried out when he bit her, the spark of pain going straight to her pussy.
“Hmm, you do like a bit of pain, I see,” he murmured, moving to the other breast. He did the same, and she squeezed her thighs together. God, she was so wet.
“Stand up for me, little dove,” he said, urging her to her feet.
“What did you call me?” she asked as she stood.
He kissed her on the lips. She opened to him, wanting more. He broke the kiss way too soon.
“I called you, little dove. I want to teach you how to fly. You’re like a beautiful, lush, pink petal, all sweet on the outside.” To her shock, he slid a finger down between her thighs and rubbed at her clit. “And spicy on the inside.”
“Oh my God, Theodore.” She dug her fingers into his arm.
“Yeah, that’s it,” he murmured, rubbing circles into the swollen bundle of nerves—just enough to make her crazy, but not enough for her to come.
“You’re hot and sweet and beautiful, but I can see you’re also tired and sad. And I think you need a way to just let go, fly off into the sky. Little dove.”