WHAT THE REVIEWERS ARE SAYING:
Ms. Taylor has created a wonderful loving story in BLACKMAILED as well as a tremendous sexual voyage of discovery.
5 Pixies
Sandi Potterton
Dark Angel Reviews
With sensual love scenes, red-hot domination and submission, and endless twists and turns, this story will grip you from beginning to end.
Danielle
Coffee Time Romance
Reading the blurb for Blackmailed, Tawny Taylor had me at the word “Dom”. Loving nothing better than a great BDSM novel, I was pleasantly surprised to find more than that in BLACKMAILED. I found emotions and wishes. Loving touches and desperation. A sinfully dominant man and the submissive that completed him. Not bad for a single night of reading.
Natalie S.
Wild On Books
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An Excerpt From: BLACKMAILED
© Copyright TAWNY TAYLOR, 2008.
All Rights Reserved, Ellora's Cave.
The door swung open and he walked into the room. His skin was glistening with sweat, his face flushed, and the ends of his hair were spiked, wet.
“Glad to see you didn’t leave.” His words were clipped, his voice frigid.
“I wanted to,” she confessed, sensing he needed to see a little honesty from her. Whatever had made him so upset, she guessed, had to be somehow directly tied to him, his pride. It was his emotional reaction that made her think so. The “I was such a fool” statement.
He nodded.
“Will you tell me why you’re so angry?”
He looked away.
Her nerves crawling, she watched his throat work as he swallowed. Nothing.
“You won’t give me a chance to explain?”
“I don’t know if I can believe anything you say.”
Where did that leave her? This man, whose eyes were cold as icicles, held her job in the palm of his hand. Her job, the medical insurance that paid for her brother’s treatment. Her entire future. She couldn’t get any more desperate than that. “What will it take to prove to you that I can be believed? I stayed. Right? You didn’t lock me in. You won the bet, and I didn’t leave, even though I wanted to.”
“Yeah, well, that could also be because you didn’t want your pretty little ass hauled to jail.”
“I’m not sure that would be any worse,” she said, frankly. “I mean, you’re throwing these threats around, acting one way one second, totally different the next. It’s confusing. Scary.”
Her eyes were burning, darn it. Her nose. Don’t cry. He’ll think you’re trying to manipulate him.
She blinked several times.
His eyes narrowed, his gaze becoming even chillier. Sub-arctic. “There you go with the waterworks again. I see now. Whenever you get backed into a corner, you throw the switch, the tears start to flow, and you’re off the hook.” He crowded her, grabbed her chin, and glared into her eyes. “It doesn’t work with me anymore. I know the truth about you now. I know you’re fucking Matt Becker, and you’re itching for a promotion—from the whore of a sales manager to the whore of a vice president.”
She felt sick. Was that really what he believed? “No, I’m not sleeping with Matt. You’re wrong.”
“Funny.” He dragged his thumb over her lower lip. He walked her backward, until her back hit the wall. He thrust his arms forward, caging her head between them. “But if you’d just come to me, I’d have fucked you. You could’ve had your vice president. In fact…” He dropped his head and kissed her roughly. His tongue thrust into her mouth, in complete domination.
Instantly, her body was on fire. Yes, this was what she’d wanted last night. Pulses of liquid heat pounded down her torso to the juncture of her thighs. Despite her confusion, she kissed him back, letting the searing heat of the kiss burn away everything.
Insanity! This was complete craziness. But she couldn’t help reacting to his kisses. She’d been waiting, ready. She moaned, stroking his tongue with hers. Exploring the sweet depth of his mouth.
He bent his elbows, crushing his hard body against hers. Wedged a knee between her trembling thighs.
Crazy!
She moaned, rocking her hips back and forth, desperate to rub away the ache building between her legs.
He suckled her tongue and she slid her hands up his stomach, whimpering.
Her head was swimming. Her body melting. Her brain short-circuiting. She was falling, sliding down the wall, unable to remain standing another second. Her pussy rested on his knee, a support. Oh, the sensation. The glory of that hard leg against her soft, swollen tissues.
Insanity!
He caught her up into his arms and carried her to the bed, laid her on it and then climbed over her. More of those amazing nuclear-reactor-hot kisses. He gave her more, and she accepted him, eagerly. His hands started at the sides of her face but—much to her joy—didn’t remain there for long. Down her neck they traveled, to her shoulders, lower. He cupped her breasts and she arched her back, pushing her breasts into his hands.
I need to stop this. Right now. Stop. Now.
She tried to turn her head, but he caught her face in his hands again, kissing her until she couldn’t move, didn’t want to move. Wanted nothing less than his hands on her naked body, his cock buried deep inside her wet pussy.
She’d be sorry for this later, no doubt about it. But for the first time in years, she just wanted to forget about should’s and should-not’s and let go, follow her impulses instead of her head.
When Kyler lifted his weight off her body, she slid her hands inside his shirt. Soft skin over flexing, shifting concrete. She found a hard little nipple, teased it with her index finger, and received a low groan as a reward.
He broke the kiss and gazed down at her through heavy-lidded eyes full of raw lust. They weren’t cold anymore, nope. Instead of the arctic blue of a frozen sea they were the steamy blue of a gas flame.
She felt her face warming, her chest. His tongue darted out, slicking his full lower lip, and she stared, transfixed.
This man had the world’s most stunning features. Eyes that instantly made a girl melt. Sharp cheekbones that cast deep shadows on his face. A masculine jaw stubbled with the hint of a beard. And that mouth, oh that mouth. He tasted better than anything.
She ached for another kiss, another touch—soft and gentle or hard and possessive. Either way, both ways. Didn’t matter.
“Goddamnit,” he muttered. “What the fuck are we doing?”
“I—I don’t know.” She reached up inside his shirt again, found that nipple, flicked her fingertip over the pebbled peak. His lips parted and his gaze heated up another hundred degrees or so. “But I want you to know, it’s not because you’re vice president. I just want you.”
He squeezed her head between his hands, his gaze sharp as razors. “You say the right things…What the hell do I believe?”
She held his penetrating gaze, knowing if she glanced away, she’d lose any chance of gaining his trust. “Believe your heart, Kyler.”
He crushed her body under his and kissed her to oblivion.
Release Date: August 26, 2008
Publisher: Samhain
Genre: Contemporary BDSM
Blurb:
Sometimes freedom can only be gained through captivity…
Elena Caine has secrets. The kind that could devastate her life if they're revealed. And now a selfish bastard is dragging the skeletons out of her closet. She's being blackmailed. There's no way out. Then the quietly seductive Dom Kyler Pierce decides to blackmail her too.
As Kyler and Elena face their common enemy, overpowering sexual heat sizzles between them. They want each other. Need each other. But happiness may be beyond their reach. For this determined Dom and reluctant submissive to have any chance at love, Elena must learn the most essential lesson of Dominance and submission — to trust her Dom. Even when she is on her knees…and her world is tumbling down around her.
