Subordination di Katie Ashley. Release Blitz

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E’ uscito in questi giorni “Subordination”, un erotic romance che porta la firma di Katie Ashley, in cui per la prima volta l’autrice affronta il tema del BDSM. All'inizio l’autrice ringrazia le amiche Tiffany Reisz, Cherise Sinclair e Joey Hill per averla consigliata e supportata durante la stesura. *Nota* Anche chi di solito non ama questo genere di romanzi ha apprezzato questo libro. Segue la trama ed un breve estratto.

Trama | Quando Sophie Jameson per la prima volta è diventata una dominante al Club 1740, è accaduto più per necessità finanziarie che per un piacere personale e l'esplorazione sessuale. Ma nel corso degli anni quando indossava i corsetti e gli stivali di pelle, armata di ogni tipo di frustino, ha iniziato ad amare il brivido e l'adulazione che riceveva dai suoi clienti. Ma per tutto il tempo la sua strada nella vita e il suo cuore erano indirizzati verso un'altra professione, quella che lei aveva intenzione di intraprendere alla fine dell'estate. Poi lui ha cambiato tutto. Alto, misterioso, con un fisico scolpito, William era l'esatto opposto di ciò che ti aspettavi da un sub. Dopo tanti sottomessi, Sophie finalmente sentiva un’autentica lussuria e desiderio. Anche se lui era uno stallone orgoglioso che aveva bisogno di essere spezzato, fu  l’unico a  farle infrangere le regole e ad abbattere le sue difese. Doveva limitarsi ad una sola notte, ma un incontro accidentale alcuni giorni dopo fuori dalle mura protette del Club 1740 ha fatto sì che si vedessero sotto un’altra luce, semplicemente Sophie e William, non dominante e sottomesso. Avrebbero dovuto separarsi, ma non ci riuscirono. Non sarebbero mai dovuto andare a casa di lei, ma lo hanno fatto. Pagheranno quel semplice errore a caro prezzo. 

Leggi l'estratto:

In the distance, a figure crested the hill on his way down from the mountain. Something about the man appeared familiar. Over the years of running at the park, I was used to seeing fellow running acquaintances. But as the incredibly built man grew nearer, my stomach lurched. Oh no, this wasn’t possible. I couldn’t literally be running into someone I’d been in a scene with the night before. In the five years I’d worked at 1740, I had never, ever run into a client.

We were within a few feet of each other when he gave a complimentary nod of hello. Then he literally skidded to a stop, sending bits of gravel flying around us. Just as I started to pass him, acknowledgement of who I truly was flashed on his face.

FUUUUUCK I screamed in my head. With everything I had in me, I raced ahead.

“Mistress Juliette?” he called.

Those two little words from his mouth send me tripping over a limb. As I sprawled onto the ground, my knees bumped along the uneven terrain. Once I came to a stop, pain raged all through my body, although it was excruciatingly centralized in my right ankle.

I rolled into a sitting position and brought my hand to my tennis shoe. “Fuck,” I muttered. It was to address both the pain and the fact that a shadow had crossed over me. A bulky shadow belonging to the only sub I had ever let myself go with.

“Oh my God, I’m so sorry, Mistress.”

My gaze spun wildly around the clearing. “Stop calling me that!” I hissed.

“I’m sorry. Are you all right?”

Damn, that voice of his. Momentarily forgetting my ankle, I could feel myself growing wet just from the deep timbre, not to mention how sexy his concern was.

“No, actually, I’m not.” I jerked my gaze from my foot up to his handsome face. “My ankle is throbbing like a mother fucker, not to mention I’m mortified as hell I just busted my ass right in front of you.”

The corners of his lips fluttered, and I could tell he was fighting the urge not to laugh at me. Without a word, he knelt down beside me. “Let me take a look.”

I jerked my foot away from his overeager hands, which caused me to wince from the pain. “I think you’ve done enough already.”

Cocking his dark brows at me, he said, “My mistress’s health and well-being is always my upmost concern.”

I fought the urge to smack him and not so he could get off on it. “Here’s a newsflash for you. We are not in 1740 anymore, Toto, so this whole sub taking care of his mistress bullshit isn
’t going to fly.”

“I’m not in to dog play,” he countered, with a wink.

“Yeah, well, last time I checked, you’re not sporting my collar, so I’m not your mistress.”

“Ouch, you really bring out the claws when you’re hurting, don’t you?” When I opened my mouth to lay into him again, he brought a finger over my lips. “Quit your bitching, and let me check out your ankle, okay?”

“Are you a doctor or paramedic in real life?”

He smiled, causing those delicious dimples of his to pop out. “No, not quite.”

“Then how do I know you’re actually qualified to look at my ankle and not just wanting to cop a feel of my foot?”

With a chuckle, he replied, “Don’t have a foot fetish either.”

As he slid my tennis shoe off, I hissed. “Answer the question.”

“Easy now,” he murmured.

“What qualifies you to look at my ankle?” I demanded.

“I used to be a football coach.”

“Professional?”

He laughed. “No, high school.”

“Oh,” I murmured.

“Yeah, you bandage at least one sprained ankle every game.” He glanced up at me. “Yours doesn’t feel sprained, but it’s definitely swollen. I have a first aid kit in my truck. I can bandage it for you.”

I eyed him suspiciously. As a submissive, I knew he truly subscribed to the code of conduct that his mistress always came first. But we weren’t in the club, and although club management did background checks that rivaled the FBI, he was still a stranger to me. Well, a stranger who I’d seen naked and bent over a spanking horse.

Knowing that I didn’t really have a choice, I huffed out a frustrated breath. “Okay, fine. I’ll let you take care of my ankle.”

“Try not to sound so excited about it, okay?” William said with a teasing expression.

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