Jane is tired of wimpy men and boring dates. She wants excitement, a man who can take control...of her...especially in bed. A secret desire to sexually submit to a man leads her to accept an invitation to an exclusive party where her dream of sexual submission becomes a stunning reality.
Meeting Trenton, the party's host and a sexier, more gorgeous Dom than even her imagination could dream up, is the beginning of a sexual revelation for Jane as Trenton uncovers a depth of hidden urges not even she was aware of. He shows her exactly what she craves -- and needs, demonstrating his skill as a Dom with life-changing results.
Trenton isn't interested in only one night. Jane's the woman he's been searching for. The connection between them is electric, taking them both to heights of sexual pleasure that scorches the sheets.
The choice is Jane's. Embrace the life Trenton offers or resign herself to an "acceptable" relationship that will leave her unfulfilled in all ways. But Trenton's not done with Jane. The chase has just begun.
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Ellora's Cave Publishing, Incorporated
November 13, 2009
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Excerpt from Hidden Urges by Dawn Ryder
"Colette, you know we have an auction tonight?"
Colette tossed her head. "Oh yes, that's why I brought my friend along. Don't fret, we've been tight since grade school. Jane is trustworthy."
The man considered her for a moment before he offered Colette a half bow and reached for the brass doorknob on one side of the double doors. "Enjoy your evening."
Jane followed Colette through the door and found herself stepping into an alternate dimension. Inside that room was nothing like what had been on the other side of the door. Music filled the air, only it wasn't blaring steel guitars. It was more New Age, with the volume kept low enough that the assembled guests didn't have to shout over it.
Colette held her arms up and a bare-chested man stepped up to remove her coat. The leather corset her friend had been hiding beneath her coat suited the tone of the evening to perfection. There was a little hum of approval from the room as Colette's jacket was removed.
The same man reached for Jane's purse. Both his nipples were pierced, the little gold hoops piercing them sporting what looked like rubies hanging on the end. Jane felt a twinge in her own nipples as she handed over her purse and followed Colette.
It wasn't just a room. It was the entire half of the house. There were no full walls--all were cut with arches giving it an open, expansive feel. Plush furniture was scattered about with a few tasteful decorator plants. It was the size of a hotel ballroom and across the way Jane noticed that instead of windows, there were several sets of double French doors propped opened to show a veranda. There was even a dance floor with a hardwood surface and professional lighting such as one would find in theaters or hanging above a dance floor in a nightclub. Apparently the owner of the house enjoyed entertaining on a higher level. Jane shivered as she considered the sort of man who would take a house party to such a degree. It would be interesting to see if he paid that much attention to everything.
Especially in the bedroom.
The rules of this party immediately made themselves known. Leather was the choice for the evening. Leather skirts, vests, chaps and more corsets than Jane had ever seen in one place besides a museum. Leather toys abounded as well--leashes and collars and riding crops hooked onto belts of the guests. It was sure a change from the sort of fashion accessories you saw at a nightclub. The belts on these girls were solid and constructed for a purpose, not fad jewelry inspired by a rock singer.
Bare chests were also in fashion but not just male ones. Several female submissives moved along with their Doms with their breasts uncovered. In many cases the little skirts they wore were their only garment. Some of those girls wore collars, and a few were actually strapped into gags.
And everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves. It was like stepping into one of the blogs she read in the dark. Glancing around the room, she stared at a Dom as he boldly kissed his submissive. His hand gripped her nape while he French-kissed her. His opposite hand gently handled one of her breasts, the fingers pinching the nipple with control. It didn't strike her as cheap. She envied the other girl that kiss because it was so centered on her. The Dom was focused on her, trailing kisses over her jaw as he pulled her head back to expose her neck.
"Friend of yours, Colette?"
Jane jerked her eyes away from the other guests as a male voice came from right over her shoulder. It was dark and hushed but completely controlled in a manner she didn't think she'd ever heard outside a movie. A shiver ran up her arms and gooseflesh raised her skin into little bumps. Looking up, she noticed that whoever he was, his eyes were focused on the reaction showing on her skin. His lips moved slightly before he looked up and caught her gaze with his.
Her throat tightened as Jane looked into a pair of topaz eyes that felt like they were looking straight into her soul. Her nerves were really getting the best of her but that didn't stop her from quivering in response to his stare. Her skin tingled everywhere his eyes landed. He had shoulders that spoke of lifting weights, but the power radiating from him was as much mental as physical.
"My best friend Jane."
"And a submissive." His deep voice set off a fluttering in her womb with a single word. She had no idea if it was the label or the tone, but the two combined made her shiver.
Jane sent him a hard look but a male chuckle was her only response. Amusement sparkled from those topaz eyes before he ran his gaze down her body. Heat flooded her face as Jane watched the guy inspect her before looking back up at her face. The thing that amazed her was the hard certainty he wanted her to know he was looking at her. Accustomed to guys sneaking a look at girls as they walked by, this blunt method of appraisal, making sure she understood she was being given the once-over, made it feel so much more intense.
It was also boldness incarnate.
"You've managed to make my evening far more interesting than I anticipated with your presence," he said.
Man oh man, whatever Jane might have decided about tonight's gathering, she was still taken aback by the blunt sexuality staring her in the face. She couldn't decide what the correct response was and Colette's warning to not say anything that she wasn't willing to back up was bouncing around her skull as those assessing eyes watched her keenly. His lips slowly rose into a grin as Jane kept looking at him but nibbled on her lower lip instead of replying.
The reason was simple. Temptation. It was looking at her right now and attempting to mesmerize her with topaz eyes.
She dropped her eyes down his length, answering her curiosity. She bit her lip some more--with hunger this time--as the soft fabric of his pants outlined his impressive cock, telling her that he was indeed hard. Her eyes lifted sharply, to a shirt that was deep blue and kind of full, a little like a pirate shirt. Open to mid chest, it teased her with more temptation as she got a little glimpse of the condition of his chest. If there was any excess flesh on him, Jane couldn't find it. Somehow, the idea that he drove his own body to excel at fitness just enhanced his appeal. This guy accepted only the best and Jane shivered as she considered what he might demand of a submissive.
Or give as a Dom.