3.25.2013

My Body Series by @BlakelyBennett

Warning-- Today's post is for ADULTS only!  18+ please!  If you are not 18+, go look at cute puppies somewhere :)   


Safe?? Okay, today I am pleased to share with you  the first two books in a series by Blakely Bennett - My Body Series , erotic suspense.  I hope you enjoy  the excerpts !








My Body-His (Marcello)
My Body Series, Book 2
Blakely Bennett

Genre: Erotic Suspense

Publisher: Fanny Press

ISBN: 978-1-60381-525-3

Number of pages: 264
Word Count: 76,000

Cover Artist: Sabrina Sun

Amazon              

Book Description:

Jane Stiles has embarked on an intense odyssey into the world of domination and submission. She no longer recognizes herself. She has quit her job, surrendered her possessions and agreed to a wedding where she is the only one naked, all for the sake of the elusive Luke—a man so compelling, she can deny him nothing.

Now there is no going back. Her new life will revolve around Luke, his friends and clients. Hovering in the background is Luke’s best friend Marcello, whose ego is as towering as his stature. Marcello has set his sights on Jane. She is drawn to his power, his masculinity, and the challenge he represents, even though she fears and dislikes him. After Luke discovers that Jane has breached one of his many “rules,” he sends her to Marcello for punishment and lessons in Dom/sub culture. What happens there will change her forever.

Jane and Luke reconcile, and even find a rhythm that includes not only bondage and punishment but genuine love-making. Just when Jane is convinced that the happiness and devotion she has always craved is within reach, Luke pushes her beyond endurance, and she rebels in a way her harsh husband cannot forgive. From there, her life spins out of control. But Jane has a strong spirit, and she will prevail. My Body-His (Marcello) is Book 2 in the My Body Trilogy.

Excerpt : 




“You need to learn respect, signorina,” he said, furrowing his brow and taking another sip of his coffee.
“Respect is earned. You can’t beat it into someone.” I wiped my mouth and smoothed the napkin back over my lap.
“How wrong you are on that account.”
“Fear and respect are not the same thing. You can beat fear into me but not respect … never respect. Respect would come from seeing you as a good man, a good person. Someone who is worthy of respect would never need to demand it from others, would never need to beat it into them.”
“I can see we will have a lot to discuss once you belong to me, but today is my day. As it should be, your safe word holds sway here. Just keep in mind that the words might get you out of some obligation today, but you will never truly be done with me. ”
“I’m doing this for Luke, so he will forgive me. That is the only reason I’m here.”
“Jane, you and I know better than that. After today you will see.” He rose and sauntered over. After pulling out my chair for me, he took my hand.
I cursed my body as his energy permeated me. I couldn’t make sense of the intensity of his mere touch. Maybe my anger fueled it. I needed some explanation for what I felt. Just get through it Jane, I thought. You’re a mere day away from being back home. Enjoy it if you must but get through it.
He led me to his bedroom, which seemed twice the size of Janice’s. I was struck by its warm, masculine feel. A black leather king-size bed dominated the space. No woman’s touch was in evidence on the black dresser or armoire that stood against the brown walls. Looking around at the artistic photographs and paintings of nude women, I found it interesting that none included bondage or whipping. I wondered if Luke had taken any of the photos but didn’t ask.
I felt young and self-conscious standing next to him. I paused, avoiding eye contact, totally unprepared for what happened next.
Reaching out, he put his hand on my arm and gently twirled me around to face him. Reverently, as though determined to savor the moment, he lifted the top half of the robe off my shoulders. I felt so small next to him. He lowered his mouth and kissed my shoulder, working his way up the right side of my neck, nibbling, kissing, licking and biting. Unlike Luke’s clean shaven face, Marcello’s mustache tickled and felt unfamiliar but not unpleasant. 
Stopping just short of my ear, he said, “So sweet you are,” then began to kiss and suckle the other side of my neck.
“Ohhhhh,” I said. I felt dazed and light-headed, but still tried to hold myself rigid. With each touch of his lips my guard slipped a bit more.
He drew back for a moment and gazed intently into my eyes. I was unable to look away. He lowered his head and kissed my mouth for the first time. The rest of my defenses melted away. The kiss seemed to have a life of its own. It transported me away from all my torment, bringing me closer to my real self even though I didn’t yet know her completely. I couldn’t understand how two such different men could excite me so much with their kisses. Did my body no longer have any discrimination or did Marcello’s energy speak to me in a way I needed?
  





My Body-His
My Body Series, Book 1
Blakely Bennett

Genre: Erotic Suspense

Publisher: Fanny Press

ISBN: 978-1-60381-523-9

Number of pages: 246
Word Count: 74,000

Cover Artist: Sabrina Sun

Amazon   BN

Book Description:

Jane Stiles is successful in business but bored with her socially mundane existence. One night at a party, she meets an intense and compelling stranger named Luke. This fateful encounter prompts her predictable life path to veer into uncharted territory, sweeping her along on a frightening erotic journey into the world of bondage, domination and submission.

Jane had never experienced genuine desire, and now passion consumes her life, robbing her of free will. Her new lifestyle creates an emotional chasm between her and her old friends. Will they understand why she has abandoned her high ideals and long-term plans for a traditional wedding? What society considers right or wrong no longer matters.

Prepared to surrender everything to Luke, she wonders if her everything will be enough. She now needs his discipline as much as she craves his love and approval. How far down this dark path is she willing to go? Jane’s pilgrimage into domination and discipline has created a war between her mind and her body, and her body is claiming victory.

 Excerpt :




“What do you want from me?”
“Everything.”
“Everything? What does that mean, everything?”
“I want you completely and totally. I want to merge our lives and bodies. Your body—mine and mine—yours.”
“But you just met me,” I said as I shifted to face him.
“Tell me .... How long should it take?”
“Until you get to know me better.”
“I know everything I need to know,” he said, leaning over to kiss me on my cheek. He lingered there for a moment and then said, “Let’s have them wrap up the rest of dinner. We can eat it for a midnight snack.”
“I have work tomorrow.”
“Worry about tomorrow when it gets here. Let’s enjoy ourselves.”
Against my better judgment—hell, all of my judgment—we started walking slowly back to my car. He held my hand and I could feel his energy entering my palm, permeating my body. In contrast to the hurried march on the way to the restaurant, he kept a relaxed pace and whistled softly.
“I think you must be the strangest person I’ve ever met,” I said, as my arms swung slowly with his.
“Well, you must have limited exposure to people because I meet people far stranger than I all the time. I think up until now you’ve lived a sheltered existence. To please your mother maybe?” He wasn’t looking for a response. “No matter,” he continued, swatting his free hand in the air as if to push the thought away. “That will all change soon enough.”
I started to believe everything he said. Did I actually keep on the straight and narrow because of my mother? I’ve always felt rebellious of her ways but have I really strayed that much?
We crossed the parking lot to my red Honda Accord and he held out his hand for the keys. He unlocked the car and opened the passenger side door for me.
“Where to?” he said as he settled himself into the driver’s seat, moving it back to accommodate his legs.
“Don’t you already know?” I asked. “How did you find out where I work?”
“Actually I do.”
“How the hell do you know where I live and work?” I said, shifting in my seat to face him. The fear in me again raised its ugly head.
“The cabby was a friend of mine,” he said, shrugging.
“Should I be worried for my life? Are you a deranged serial killer? Do you stalk women with wavy brown hair?” I was only half kidding but at the same time my head felt like it was splitting open. What the hell am I doing? I thought.
He laughed heartily and said, “Not to worry. I will never hurt you unless you want me to.”
My heart beat rapidly in my chest. I didn’t know how to respond. He turned over the engine and pulled out of the parking lot. I watched the familiar streets pass as he made his way to my condominium.
“Where should I park?” he asked as he drove my car into my complex.
Relief swept over me when I realized he didn’t know my apartment number. “Park in the spot over there,” I said and pointed.
He maneuvered into my space and quickly got out of the car. I began to get out as well but he caught the door in time to open it himself. “Thank you,” I said. “I’m not used to having men open doors for me.”
He held out his hand. I swung my legs around and he pulled me to my feet, embracing me around my back and lifting me onto my toes. He lowered his mouth to mine and kissed me for the first time. My body caught fire, making me feel like it had been asleep all of my life up until that very moment. He kissed me deeply, exploring my mouth with his tongue. As he sucked my lower lip into his kiss, I could smell his warm spicy breath on my face. His kiss took me on a journey of sensation. He encouraged me with his lips to explore his mouth with my tongue. I kissed deeper than ever before, lost in another plane of existence. The kiss took away any possible resolve I had left. When he finally pulled away I felt light-headed, the way I did after an orgasm.
“Wow,” I whispered.
“Let’s go,” he said, lifting the leftovers and handing me my purse and flowers.
He strode over to the elevators, leaving me behind to catch up.
“Hey,” I called.
“We definitely need to get you more practical shoes.” He walked back and handed me the bag of food.
Swooping me up in his arms like a bride, he carried me to the elevator. My weight didn’t slow him down.
“What floor?” he asked, waiting to push the call button on the elevator.



About the Author:


Blakely Bennett grew up in Southeast Florida and has been residing in the great Northwest for over seven years. She graduated from Nova Southeastern University with a degree in psychology, which accounts for her particular interest in crafting the personalities, struggles, and motivations of her characters. She is an avid reader of many genres of fiction, but especially erotica and romance. Writing has always been her bliss.

She is attracted to stories of self-struggle and ultimate recovery. Blakely is married to a wonderful, loving and supportive husband, also a writer, who helps to keep her grounded. She is a mother, a communitarian, a lover of music (always on while she is writing—thank you, Pandora), and a good friend.

An advocate of love and female empowerment, she is a facilitator for a women’s group. She loves to walk and hike for exercise and finds that, since moving to Seattle, WA, she is now one of those “crazy” people who walk in the rain. 

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