I hope you’ll join me in welcoming the wonderful Maddie Taylor to my blog today – she’s got a scorching new release out in the Club Decadence Series and I couldn’t wait to share it with you. So you can dribble along with me as we get to meet another Club Decadence Master. *SWOON*
Thanks for having me on today, Christina.
I’m celebrating a milestone with this book. What About Love, the is final chapter in my Club Decadence series. Yes, it’s bittersweet, but it has been almost three years in coming and seven books in total, not counting two spin off series that are still underway.
If you’re new to Club Decadence, come in, take your sexy, stiletto heels shoes off (forbidden for submissives in the exclusive dungeon) and meet the six Decadence Masters. All are tall, ripped, handsome-as-sin, inherently dominant men, right down to the heels of their ex-Green Beret Army boots.
Action, danger, and suspense are their constant companions as they fight drug kingpins and their minions, criminals who target their women, black mailers who extort a few of their elite members, and one, whose goal is to shut down the club for good. In this last volume, the hero and heroine go undercover to hunt down a serial rapist who is snatching subs from the sister facility in LA.
Add in the BDSM club play, romance and drama, and there is a little somethin’-somethin’ for everyone. J
Did I bring along a snippet today???? Well, since you twisted my arm…
What About Love
Club Decadence Book 6
The set up:
Angie takes her job seriously, but she might just have bitten off more than she can chew with this assignment as she prepares to go undercover as a submissive as a BDSM club. Her partner and Dom trainer is going to show her how to make it look real and to do so she must get real with a little on the job training. Yikes! What’s a vanilla agent to do?
Kneeling on the hard stone floor with her hands cuffed at her lower back, Angie shifted uncomfortably. Her shoulders, unused to the position, had begun to stiffen although the restraints weren’t all that tight. Her knees were the problem, achy from being bent for so long. Unable to decide how to position her feet, she shifted again. At first, she had curled her toes forward. That had become unpleasant real quick. Pointing them hadn’t helped with the weight of her butt pressing the bone on the top of her foot into the hard surfaced floor. They needed thicker pillows. Sitting on one cheek would be much easier. She shifted to the side a bit. Maybe no one would notice.
“Quit fidgeting, sub,” Dan’s deep voice ordered.
“Yes, Sir.” She’d gotten the requisite response down pat, although she didn’t know if she’d ever get the hang of the rest of this kink and bondage stuff, or if she even wanted to. Watching the scenes had been exhilarating. Okay, maybe not all of them—like the one with the needles, hell, no!—but for the most part, they were sensual, the subs seeming to enjoy whatever their Doms dished out: restraints, extreme positions, and pain. The latter coming in the form of floggers, paddles, open hands and horse crops. Despite having a beet red ass, some subs screamed for more, others cried out unintelligibly with passion-filled moans, and a few had tears rolling down their cheeks, but she noticed later they were snuggled up on their Doms laps after smiling contentedly.
Dan had explained the physiology and psychology of the whole pleasure-pain phenomenon. It was fascinating, though for Angie, still hard to comprehend. She didn’t like pain in the least. Case in point, her awkward position at her trainer’s feet. She wasn’t getting a thing out of it, except joint stiffness and muscle aches, and she was afraid any moment her feet would fall asleep.
Full of impatience, she exhaled heavily. In an attempt to restore blood flow to her toes, she leaned forward. As she did, fingers tightened in her hair, tugging her head back. That was something else, these Doms seemed to get off on hair pulling because there was a heck of a lot of it going on. Dan wasn’t rough when he did it, his grip firm, not painful, so she didn’t protest quite yet.
“Are we boring you, Angela?”
“That’s funny, from all that sighing and squirming, I thought we might be.”
“I’m sorry, Sir, but my knees hurt and I can’t feel my feet.”
His hands found her waist immediately. “It’s up to you to tell me when something is bothering you, sub,” her Dom growled as he lifted her onto his lap. “That was rule number one.”
She heaved another sigh, this one of relief, ignoring his displeasure of the moment as she stretched her legs. Relief quickly turned into distressed whimpers, which became groans of discomfort as the blood started circulating once more. She wiggled her toes as she felt the prickling and painful sensation of pins and needles.
“Oo, oh… They hurt.” Her hands jerked in her cuffs, instinctively trying to get to her feet to rub. Thwarted, she stamped them on the floor, hoping it would bring some ease. The only thing it brought, however, was attention.
“That’s one very poorly trained sub you have there, Master Dan,” a woman seated next to them observed. “And, quite noisy.”
Angie’s head came up. The Domme, a small-boned blonde in her early forties, was dressed in red leather from her corset to her leather miniskirt, and all the way down to the tips of her five inch stiletto thigh-high dominatrix boots.
“This is only her second day, Lorraine. She’ll learn.”
“Not too quickly for your sake, I hope.” Her lips quirked as she gave Angie a thorough perusal from head-to-toe. As she did so, her hand idly fingered the handle of the whip coiled at her waist as if she was picturing teaching Angie a few lessons herself.
She swallowed audibly, dropping her gaze from the scary Mistress. That’s when she noticed the extraordinarily handsome man kneeling at her feet. Also fortyish, the male sub was ripped. Dressed in nothing more than a collar and loin cloth, his muscular physique was displayed beautifully, his skin glistening in the low light with what had to be a thin coat of oil. His pose was perfect, kneeling without a fidget or a muscle twitch.
Noticing her regard, his Mistress ran her hand through his dark hair, her red tipped fingers weaving through the waves at the back and curling into its thickness. She brought his head back so she could peer down into his very attractive face. More with the hair pulling; what the heck was that all about?
“You’d do well to observe my Deacon and learn from him, girl.”
Enthralled, Angie watched as the Domme lowered her head and brushed her lips over his, stroking her free hand down his cheek in a tender caress. Surprisingly, it was a loving gesture. As she watched them kiss, Angie realized what she was missing with Dan. There was no connection, no spark. It was like playing dress up with a friend, or worse, her older brother. She grimaced at the thought. Angie wondered if she would feel differently with someone she loved or at least desired, like this male sub obviously did his Mistress, responding eagerly—as his tented loincloth clearly proved—to her touch and attention.
When the Domme turned back to Dan, Angie noticed a slight tremor run through the sub, clearly conveying the amount of control he was exerting over his body. If she hadn’t been observing him so closely, she might have failed to notice, but she couldn’t miss the contented smile on his lips, or the way his eyes cut to Angie and the audacious wink he sent her way.
“Deacon and I are up next for the spanking bench, Dan, however, your girl needs it so much more. You play on through and teach her a lesson, while my sweet boy and I watch.”
“Obliged,” he murmured as he set Angie on her feet and rose behind her.
“Not at all,” Loraine demurred. “Deacon likes to watch, particularly
newbies. Don’t you, baby.”
“Yes, Mistress. A novice’s tears when they feel the power of the paddle that first time is so sweet.”
“You sadist,” she cooed in approval.
“It takes one to know one, my love.”
As Dan led her away, Angie blinked in surprise. A sadistic submissive with a Mistress? That made no sense to her at all. What the hell had she gotten herself into?
On the outside looking in for years, Angela Hixson thinks she knows what the BDSM club scene and lifestyle are all about from watching her friends with their dominant husbands and attending “Little Black Dress” Nights in the lounge at Club Decadence. But when her boss tags her to go undercover as bait for a serial killer at a BDSM club in LA, she learns she has no idea what being submissive really means.
Partnered with Antonio “Lil T” Minelli, sexy as hell ex-Green Beret turned security and covert ops specialist for Rossi Security, and the last available Decadence Master, Angie must guard her heart or risk losing it to the one man who has the power to make her kneel in surrender. He is also a man who has made no secret that marriage, family and love aren’t for him. Instead, having sworn off relationships beyond the walls of his club, he meets his needs with an available, willing submissive, making it clear up front not to expect more than an unforgettable night.
Thrown together again and again, at work, at play, and in near constant emotionally charged situations, Angie and Lil T fight their attraction, but succumb to their undeniable desire. The chemistry between them is explosive, as is the sex. As Angie falls under the spell of his expertly wielded flogger, her fears come to fruition when she realizes she’s lost her heart and given her love to a man who swears he doesn’t have it in him to give in return. In time, she sees past the fun loving, player exterior to the tortured man beneath. Can she convince him to take a chance, to entrust his damaged heart into her loving hands and try again? Or will he reinforce the shields he’s built over the past decade and push her away, losing her forever?
What About Love is the final installment in the Club Decadence series. Catch up with old friends in this fast paced, action packed story, full of as much BDSM adventure and romance as the others in Maddie Taylor’s popular series.
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