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AUTHOR
PEYTON ELIZABETH
Bio:
Peyton Elizabeth currently lives in the
Midwest. She has a very supportive family, which came in handy when she decided
to switch her financial career of seventeen years to writing.
Like most authors, Peyton has been an avid
reader all her life, and she has dabbled in writing since her early teens. To
her, reading and writing are an escape from reality. We all have those
times when reality becomes too much, and we need something to lighten our
hearts. Reading as always given that to her, but recently, Peyton was lucky
enough to meet a man who was able to do that for her in a different way.
He has shown her that reality can be just as much fun as fiction.
As a mother, it's important to her to show her son that life is full of
surprises and that we must cherish every day we are given. Here's to
lightening our hearts!
THE FIRST ORDER [SAFEWORD LLC 1]
Release is only obtained after first being restrained...
COMING APRIL 29, 2013!
BLURB:
Becca Schuler has always fantasized about bondage, but does that
really make her depraved? According to an ex-boyfriend, it does.
After losing her job, and with no way to pay her rent, Becca hits a local bar
to drown her sorrows. The last thing she expects is to meet a mysterious woman
who assures that she can make Becca’s dream a reality. Is there really a
company called Safeword LLC that places submissive women with dominant men per
their preferences on a simple application?
Knowing she has nothing to lose, Becca fills out the form on www.safewordllc.com.
Her placement lands her in the sensual and strict hands of Lane and Ross
Ellison, who train her to be their ideal submissive. But when Becca’s fear of
not being perfect weaves its way into their lives, she sets out to be just that
and unknowingly risks losing it all.
STORY EXCERPT
“Ready?”
“Not quite,” Ross replied, leaning up against
the door. He crossed his arms so that Lane knew he meant business. “What was up
with you today?”
“Nothing.”
“Bullshit. You and I both know that Becca has
a streak of insecurity a mile wide. It’s our job, as her dominants, to ensure
that she feels safe with us. She needs to trust us—that’s paramount.”
“I’m well aware of that, Ross. I don’t need
you to remind me.”
“Then what the hell is your problem? This week
couldn’t have gone better if, well, we did plan it, but that’s beside the
point. Becca’s exactly what we want, in a woman and a sub. Are you getting cold
feet in regards to sharing her?”
“No,” Lane said, shaking his head. He, too,
was going to wear a tuxedo. His brother sat down on the edge of his bed,
leaning his elbows against his knees. Ross noticed Lane’s right hand was
flexing as if he had his favorite stress ball from the office. “I know this is
going to sound crazy, but it’s going too well.”
“Too well?”
“Yes, too well.” Lane contracted and expanded
his hand some more. “Either Kennedy is that damn good at her job, or we fucking
suck at finding women. Think about it, Ross. We decided two years ago that we
were done playing around with subs from the clubs and started looking for
someone that we can share. There was something wrong with every one of them,
whether it wasn’t a physical match, emotional or mental. And then Kennedy gets
wind that we still haven’t found the one and within two weeks,
she brings us Becca.”
“For once in your life, Lane, could you just
get with the program?” Ross pushed away from the door and took the few steps
toward the middle of the room. “I really don’t want to lose her because you
feel something’s too easy for a change.”
“Has there ever been a time in our lives where
something was easy?” Lane finally stopped flexing his hand and
looked up at Ross. “I’m having trouble adjusting to our business finally
running smoothly, the Order about to ask us to serve on the executive
committee, and us finding a woman who is our perfect submissive.”
“Not to burst your bubble, bro, but we still
have an important meeting regarding additional assets under management next
week, the Order hasn’t asked us anything as of yet because they are waiting to
see how our two month trial goes with Becca, and as for her being ours—you
better get your head out of your ass and help me make sure she remains ours.”
“Trust you to put everything in perspective,”
Lane said, giving a light laugh. He finally stood and headed to his dressing
room, calling back over his shoulder, “I’m still the older brother.”
“Whatever,” Ross replied, turning on his
heels. He couldn’t wait to see what Becca looked like in the dress they picked
out. Better yet, he couldn’t wait to see her face when they inserted her new
toy. They had two more days before they could fuck her. There was no better
time like the present than to get her ready for the two of them. “I still think
Mom got us mixed up. You keep acting the way you are, and I’ll start diving
into our old birth records to prove it. Now get your ass moving. I can
guarantee our little sub is getting impatient.”
ADULT EXCERPT
“Good morning, Sir,” Becca replied, her
apprehension evident.
Lane felt his cock stirring at the uncertainty
in her voice. It never failed to arouse him when a woman was unsure of what to
say or how to act and then looked to him for direction. After Becca had turned
in for the evening, Ross had gone over every detail of the time he’d shared
with her. Lane was regretful that he’d missed out, especially when Ross
described her first scene, but his business meeting couldn’t be rescheduled.
This morning Ross was the one that had had to leave prior to Rebecca’s waking
up. “I’m sorry Ross had to depart earlier. It’ll be just the two of us this
morning.”
These two months were to be split into getting
to know her and furthering her training. He and Ross had discussed her second
scene, which would take place this evening, but he had the small task of
verifying that she’d followed his orders last night. Once that was out of the
way, Lane would take the rest of the morning meal getting to know her.
“Rebecca, come to me and stand in the display
position.”
Again, Becca’s trepidation set his blood afire
and his cock was now throbbing in need. While she didn’t falter in her walk
over to him, he was well aware she wasn’t quite sure what he meant. There were
many different positions she would learn and he would enjoy teaching her every
one of them. Lane waited until Becca was directly in front of him before
relieving her of her anxiety.
“Feet shoulder width apart with a straight
posture,” Lane instructed, tapping his fingers on her thigh. The dress Becca
was wearing hung a few inches below her pussy, allowing him unhindered access
to her. “Your fingers should be linked behind your neck. Chin up and your eyes
straight ahead. The majority of the time, when we ask that you take this
position, you will be naked.”
Various expressions crossed Becca’s face. Lane
couldn’t bring himself to look away from her communicative green eyes, as they
appeared to be the windows to her emotions. At first, a fire seemed to ignite
within them at his instructions. By the time she was in position, looking out
over the panoramic view, Becca’s cheeks had more color and there was uneasiness
displayed in her eyes. Had she done what he’d requested last night?
Utilizing his full access to her now, Lane
deliberately took his time in lifting her dress. Slipping his fingers
underneath the supple fabric, he slowly raised the material up until her bare
pussy was on full display. The cleft between her legs couldn’t hide her swollen
red clit or the dampness of her slit. Her apparent willingness to please them
overwhelmingly satisfied the dominant raging inside of him. Becca’s sweet scent
drifted up and he had to close his eyes at her delectable aroma.
“Very good, Becca. I’m pleased that you were
able to follow orders.” Lane gently replaced the soft material over her thighs.
He knew she probably expected him to touch her, or even go the extreme of
giving her release, but Becca needed to be well aware of the disappointment she
had generated by not obeying their first command. “Please, join me for
breakfast.”
MORE ABOUT THE AUTHOR:
Q: What made you
choose to write in the erotica genre?
A: Personally, I love
erotica. When I was a little girl, I read every romance story I could get my
hands on. It was by happenstance that I stumbled onto an erotica romance book
during my late teens. Boy, was that an eye opener! It was like having sugar
added to my coffee...addictive and sweet! Writing erotica, instead of reading
it, is like having a gooey cinnamon roll with my must-have sweetened coffee.
Q: How do you come up
with the sex scenes?
A: I don't always look
at them as sex scenes...more like love scenes. And a person in love can get
very creative, especially in bed (or out of bed)! I fall in love with the
characters I create, which means it's easy for them to experience the
titillating positions they find themselves in.
Q: How do you come up
with the titles to your books?
A: The title of a book
usually comes to me about halfway through the story. It can be sparked by a
word, a scene, or by one of my characters.
Q: Which do you enjoy
more, writing a stand-alone book or a series?
A: In my opinion,
there are pros and cons to both. With a stand-alone story, I can create the
characters and the storyline without having to think beyond their "happy
ending." Unfortunately, my secondary characters do not get their
"happy ending"...well, maybe not on paper, but they do in my mind! In
a series, I enjoy seeing where my older characters are months or years down the
road. But every word and action they take impacts any future stories for my secondary
characters. I tend to be more cautious when writing my series versus a
stand-alone book.
Q: Do you remember
your first book?
A: Oh yes! I was
around nineteen when I wrote an entire novel that had romance, mystery, and
science fiction all intermingled. I was so proud of my accomplishment, I even
had the manuscript bound in this burgundy hardback cover. Unfortunately, my
sister thought it was junk and threw it away! Needless to say, I was devastated
and if I bring it up today, she still swears she had nothing to do with it. Oh
well, sisters will be sisters!
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