Authors: Sara Fawkes, Cathryn Fox, and Lauren Hawkeye
Published: June 25, 2013
Publisher: Avon Books (Avon Red)
Source: Publisher for Review (Avon Addicts)
Purchase Links: Amazon - Kobo - iTunes
Welcome to Fetish Week.
Unleash your kinky side with three tales of BDSM romance in an exclusive Mediterranean sex resort from three hot erotica writers, including New York Times bestselling author, Sara Fawkes.
TAKE ME by Sara Fawkes
The minute sexy hotel manager Alexander Stavros spots shy, sweet Kate Swansea at the Mancusi resort, he can tell she’s begging for release. This Dom is the perfect man to help her… if she’s willing to let go of her inhibitions and enjoy the ride.
TEACH ME by Cathryn Fox
There’s nothing Luca Mancusi loves more than lingerie. So much so, he’s made it his business. Fashion design intern Josie Pelletier is supposed to be negotiating a deal with him, but as talks heat up, he can’t wait to teach her the ways of business…and BDSM.
TAME ME by Lauren Hawkeye
CEO Marco Kennedy can’t help being drawn to Ariel Monroe. When he follows the pop star abroad to the Mancusi resort, she agrees to a deal: He’ll win her as a sub through pleasure…or he’ll disappear from her life. Ariel’s game…just as long as she doesn’t lose her heart too.
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Sara Fawkes, Cathryn Fox, and Lauren Hawkeye offer three short novellas that will titillate your taste buds and leave you wanting more. Each story is laced with romance and light to mild BDSM themes. There's nothing too painful or over the top. I felt they were tastefully written and, well . . . hot.
Take Me by Sara Fawkes was my favorite out of the three novellas. Kate and Alexander have both suffered a loss in the past. Kate recently was dumped by her fiancé the day before their wedding. Her pride is wounded and she decides to hold her head high and go on what was supposed to be their honeymoon. Alexander, a Dom that lost his sub to cancer, has been wandering between subs without forming a strong attachment. He is immediately drawn to Kate and makes it his mission to draw the pretty redhead out of her shell. I loved the push and pull between Kate and Alexander. He knows when she needs him to be sweet and when she wants him to be rough. She really likes it when he's rough.
Teach Me by Cathryn Fox was my least favorite of the three novellas. I still enjoyed it, but I never really felt a deep connection between Luca and Josie. I did love the fact that he took her under his wing and wants to help her further her career as a designer. There were hints of sharing between Luca and his friend, Antonio. Luca obviously gets jealous and possessive over Josie, but I wish there was more of the sharing scenes so I could see how those feelings developed. The one scene of Luca and Antonio sharing Josie, Luca seemed to be totally fine with it. I felt like there was a step missing. Other than that, I really enjoyed this one. I loved how Luca over powered Josie and decided for her that she was staying at the resort.
Tame Me by Lauren Hawkeye was my second favorite of the three novellas. Oh my god, the lengths Marco went to for Ariel! Damn, that was hot. I loved that Ariel fought back. She didn't give into Marco easily and that probably just turned him on more. When these two finally came together, sparks flew. Yum!
I really enjoyed all three of these stories. Yes, Teach Me was my least favorite, but I still really liked it. I loved the light BDSM in each of the story. It served a purpose between each of the three couples. The one thing that I felt was lacking was the interaction between the three couples. They are all at the same resort during Fetish Week and I wish they had interacted more. I'm not saying that there should have been an orgy or anything. I just wish they had acknowledged each other. There is one interaction between Kate and Alexander from Take Me and Ariel and Marco from Tame Me. That scene was pretty damn steamy (again, no group sex).
Take Me, Teach Me, and Tame Me are great novellas if you like light BDSM. There is no humiliation or over the top sex. So if you want to try reading a story with BDSM, but not sure if you'd like it - Alexander, Luca, and Marco says to give them a shot. *grin*
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Tame
Me (Fling)
Bonus
Scene
By
Lauren Hawkeye
“I
can’t believe we have to leave tomorrow.” Ariel Monroe rolled over on the
massive bed and looked up through the golden fringe of her bangs. She groaned
dramatically, playfully, and her lover, Marco Kennedy, grinned in response.
That
grin faded as he studied her closer, crossing the plush carpeting of their
suite to sit beside her. The mattress dipped beneath his weight, causing Ariel
to slide closer to the heat of his long, hard body.
“What’s
got you so worried, pet?” Taking her chin in his hands, Marco looked Ariel
right in the eye, his expression the calm in the storm of her emotions.
She
didn’t try to pull away, didn’t try to hide what she was feeling. They’d only
been together for two weeks, but she already knew that he wouldn’t settle for
anything less than complete honesty and openness.
“I—”
The words stuck in her throat, and she tried to swallow past the lump that they
created. The fingers holding her chin squeezed, urging her on.
“I’m
worried about what will happen when we get back to the real world.” Propping
herself up onto her elbows, Ariel blew her bangs out of her eyes and looked up
at Marco, her expression more than a little mournful. She knew she was probably
being silly… probably getting ahead of herself…
But
the thought that what she had with Marco might not survive outside the walls of
Italy’s Mancusi Resort hurt more than she cared to admit.
“What
do you think will happen?” Marco’s voice was even, but Ariel thought she caught
a hint of irritation, gone so quickly that she might have imagined it.
Still,
she shifted warily. She’d been surprised to discover that she liked pleasing
Marco—that she had a deep seated desire to do so.
But
he’d asked her to tell him what was bothering her. Though they weren’t in
formal Dom/ sub mode, she knew better than to disobey him.
“We’re
both going to go back to work,” she started, squealing when Marco gathered her
in his arms and pulled her into his lap, holding her close, his hand at the
back of her neck. She stroked her fingers idly up and down his biceps—God,
those biceps. She could stare at them for days.
“And?”
Marco’s hand landed on her upper thigh, distracting Ariel from what she’d been
about to say. When he cleared his throat, Ariel forced herself to continue.
“And
I’m afraid you’re going to start to think of me like everyone else does,” she
blurted out in one big rush. “I’m not worried that you’re after my money, of
course—you’ve got plenty of your own. But I’m not the same person that I am on
stage. I’m afraid you’re going to start thinking that I’m like… that.”
Ariel
cringed as soon as the words were out of her mouth. She was a singer, what the
tabloids termed a 'pop princess’. On stage she wore next to nothing and acted
like a tramp. She didn’t mind, because it wasn’t really her.
But
more than one boyfriend had accused her of being a whore. Of fucking her way to
the top.
The
hand resting on her thigh squeezed, and the air fell ominously silent. Her
pulse began to skitter through her veins, warning her of what her eyes told her
only a moment later.
She’d
pissed off her Dom. And that could be a very dangerous thing to do.
“Do
you mean to say that you think I am going to think less of you when you return
to the job that I already know you do?” Marco’s free hand moved from the nape
of Ariel’s neck and down, sliding down her spine, over the wing of her shoulder
blade and around to cup possessively over her breast.
“Um…”
Ariel’s voice trailed off as her blood began to heat, both with nerves and with
anticipation.
“Answer
me.” Marco’s talented fingers pinched her nipple, hard enough to make her cry
out.
“I…
I don’t know. Sir. I hope not.” Her voice was breathless as Marco pinched the
hard nub of flesh again.
“Hmm.”
Without warning Marco stood, gathering Ariel in his arms. She was lifted, then
lowered, turned so that she spread over the crisp duvet on her front.
She
felt Marco position her limbs like she was a doll, tucking her elbows beneath
her, spreading her legs.
She
began to tremble.
“Don’t
move. Don’t speak.” Marco’s voice was a low growl, and Ariel buried her face in
the covers as she listened to his footsteps walking away. Finding a cool spot
on the sheets, she pressed the suddenly feverish skin of her cheeks to it,
desperate for just a moment of relief.
“I’m
going to gag you now, Ariel. Do you understand why?” Marco was back, and Ariel
felt the softness of a scarf trailing over the skin of her back. Goosebumps
rose in its wake.
He’d
asked her a question, but he hadn’t yet given her permission to speak, so Ariel
nodded her head, the movement jerky.
“Tell
me.”
The
silk of the scarf brushed over her lips tantalizingly, making her mouth water.
She wished it was the head of Marco’s cock, rather than silk.
“I…
you’re gagging me because I… because I said that… I thought you might think
differently of me. Out there.” The end of her sentence was cut off as Marco
gently but with sure movements placed the scarf over her parted lips.
“Smart
girl.” Marco pulled the silk over her cheeks and around, securing the ends behind
Ariel’s head. Her tongue flicked out to dampen the slick fabric.
“The
gag is to prevent any more insulting comments from leaving those sexy lips of
yours.” Marco moved out of Ariel’s line of sight, and she squirmed with
anticipation.
She
heard a metallic snick, and then something cold closed over each ankle. She
tried to move, found she couldn’t close her legs.
Her
excitement grew.
“Now
I’m going to flog you. I’m going to use a pussy whip right on that pretty pink
cunt until you come. You’re going to have to take it. What you feel on your
ankles are the cuffs to a spreader bar. No closing your legs until I say so.”
Excitement
fizzed through Ariel’s veins, hot and heady, as she listened to the sounds of
Marco undressing behind her. She could just imagine what a picture he made,
tall and rock solid, his olive skin glowing in the late afternoon sun, his
erect cock in his fist, the tip already wet with arousal.
“I’m
going to flog you until you come. Remember that if you’re thinking of trying to
postpone the pleasure.
Ariel
heard the sound of the pussy whip slicing through the air before the supple
leather ribbons landed on the juncture of her thighs.
She
cried out, her voice echoing off the high walls of the suite. Heat rushed to
the small area that the flogger had struck, and the cooler air of the room was
a delicious contrast—almost too much.
Instinctively
she tried to close her legs. That she couldn’t caused arousal to surge through
her in a tidal wave.
“A
lovely start. I do so enjoy seeing my mark on your skin.” Marco flicked the
flogger again, then again, alighting nerve endings in a small circle of flesh.
God,
but the man was good at this.
“Now.”
Ariel’s
scream was muffled by the silken gag as the pussy whip landed right on the
engorged flesh of her clit. Her body
tightened like a rubber band stretched too tight, then snapped like that same
elastic.
The
orgasm was hot and hard, nearly brutal in its intensity.
When
she would have collapsed onto the bed, Marco clasped her hips in strong hands.
Positioning his cock at her entrance, he entered her in one hard thrust,
setting a brutal pace that made Ariel’s breath catch in her throat.
When
his own breath grew ragged and his thrusts short and hard, Ariel felt Marco tug
at the fastening of her gag. The silk fell free, and she moaned as Marco seated
himself inside of her one final time, the heat of his release spilling down the
insides of her thighs.
“Mine,”
he growled as he squeezed her hips and, finally, stilled. Ariel collapsed onto
the bed, feeling Marco’s weight on top of her, heavy and reassuring. “No matter
what.”
What
they had between them was real. It could withstand the pressures of the real
world.
Sleepy
and spent, Ariel smiled as Marco dipped his head and pressed a soft kiss to the
stripe of her spine. Satisfaction, calm, love surged through her, and she was
content.
“Yes,”
she agreed, arching into the press of his lips on her skin.
“Yours.”
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