Bound to Surrender Trailer.wmv
Bound to Surrender is an Erotic Novella available from The Wild Rose Press as of September 10, 2010.
http://www.thewild rosepress.com/ wilderroses/index.php? main_page=product_info& Path=182& products_id=785
It's a stand alone story, but Christina appears in my first release, Bound to Be Mine.
Though single motherhood taught Christina Welch ruthless self-denial, in her heart she secretly craves a man who'll drive her wild in bed. Now that her son is spending the summer with his father, and she can't keep her mind off the one man who has haunted her dreams all year long: her son's baseball coach.
Bryce Walker lusts after the sexy librarian who never missed one of her son's home games. Respect and caution hold him back, but every time she peeks at him under her lashes, instinct tells him she needs what he has to offer.
When Bryce meets Christina by chance on her birthday, desire smolders hotter than the early summer heat wave. He buys her ice cream, but they both know only one thing will cool them down. As Bryce leads Christina into the a world of sensual pain and pleasure, she discovers heights of emotion she never knew existed. She learns to trust Bryce with her body, but can she trust him with her heart? Summer doesn't last forever, and Christina must decide...
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BOUND TO SURRENDER
By Tess Lamont
Music: Avant Jazz by Kevin MacLeod, Incompetech
Christina secretly craves a man who'll drive her wild in Bed. Add a little Sangria on her birthday ... and she challenges sexy coach Bryce Walker to fulfill her intimate desires.
Bryce takes Christina to places she has never dared dream about. And she learns to trust Bryce with her body.
Summer doesn't last forever, and Christina must decide: Can she trust Bryce with her heart?
I don't have a release date for Bound to Surrender, but since the cover is ready, I think we are getting close! To celebrate I thought I'd post a teaser. This is from an early scene. There is a heat wave in South Jersey, my heroine, sexy school librarian Christina, has just decided to get ice cream. Who should walk in behind her but the man she's just been fantasizing about, Bryce Walker. Bryce begins the scene:
"I hear the vanilla here is very good, but if I were you, I'd be a bit more adventurous."
With a bolt of awareness, Christina recognized Bryce Walker's throaty baritone. His voice sent chills up her legs. When she glanced sideways, the muscles behind her knees weakened further.
Eyes like his should be illegal.
Her reaction to him was the exact reason that she'd avoided the man for months. She could not control her body's response to him, no matter how hard she tried. Damn hormones. Every time she got within ten feet of him, a shiver started somewhere behind her lower ribs and slithered down, pulsing in her sex and forcing her to seek release—either by self-distraction or, more frequently, in the privacy of her bedroom with the help of her vibrator.
Bryce was not a man to be trifled with, however, and she'd had her fill of overbearing males, thank-you-very-much.
His rakish smile stopped just beneath his sunglasses. I'd be more adventurous. Christina had no doubt of the double-entendre of his suggestion, but she couldn't act offended. Her body drummed the truth. She wanted nothing more than to pick up what he was putting down.
"Hello, Mr. Walker," she said, in her best librarian-voice. "Thanks for the advice, but I wasn't considering the vanilla." She lifted an eyebrow. Their eyes locked and the pulse in Christina's sex began.
The bells clanged as another customer entered the shop. She turned back to the server.
"I'll go with the maple walnut," she said, correcting her posture and straightening her skirt.
"Cup or cone?" the teenage clerk droned.
Bryce stood way too close. His heat radiated through her blouse, contrasting with the cool sensation of the counter against her belly. Christina suppressed the urge to giggle.
"Cone, please," she replied in clipped tones, but on impulse she added, "and you know what else I want? I want Jimmies."
The clerk nodded, not bothering to glance up before preparing her order.
"Feeling reckless?" Bryce asked, cocking his deliciously masculine head to one side.
She shook her head no. "Indulgent, more like. It's my birthday." Why did I tell him that?
"In that case," Bryce turned and spoke to the clerk, "I'll pay for the lady, and add a single cone of vanilla to the order."
The clerk nodded, handing Christina her cone. She thought of refusing Bryce's offer, but decided against it. To tell the truth, his gesture made her feel ridiculously pleased, even giddy. She couldn't remember the last time someone had bought her ice cream.
"Hey, I thought you said to try other flavors..." she laughed. "I wouldn't have pegged you as a vanilla man."
"Oh, I've tried other flavors," he replied. "Once I know what I like, though, I stick with it."
Christina swallowed. "Mr. Walker, you really don't have to pay for me," she forced herself to say.
"But I want to," Bryce purred, taking his own cone and handing the clerk cash. "Besides, it's your birthday."
Bryce held out his arm toward one of the shop's small tables. He placed a warm hand on the small of her back and guided her toward the table. Then, he slid in across from her and leaned forward.
"Happy birthday, Ms. Welch," he said, his voice low. "Do you have a wish for me to grant?"
Bryce's eyes held her, testing her and challenging her to respond. She swallowed a lick of ice cream. The cold sensation slid into her belly as she tried to remember the reasons why she'd held this man at bay. Bryce was strong, virile, and clearly interested. Why had it seemed so necessary to keep him at arm's length?
Work. Michael. Oh yes, and the uncontrollable flame he stoked in her pussy.
Just as she was about to slow it down, her mind rebelled. Too much denial, it screamed, too much restraint. What harm could a little flirtation cause? She practically salivated with the need to take what he offered.
"A wish, Ms. Welch?" Bryce prompted.
"Mr. Walker," she asked as her throat dried, "are you flirting with me?"