Blurb
Stood up by her boyfriend, she goes home with a woman…
Straight-laced coed Angie has never felt daring enough to…experiment. Until tonight. The skin around Heather’s lips is soft, unlike the stubble Erik lets grow in, and the night unfolds like an erotic dream, tapping into an unexplored part of Angie’s body and mind.
But Heather’s seduction turns into a nightmare when Angie wakes up tied to the bed and is told she can’t leave. Alternately seduced and tormented by her lover-turned-captor, Angie is pulled ever deeper into a twisted world of pain-for-pleasure and voyeuristic exploits. As the stakes rise, both women give into a desire for connections neither has had, and Angie’s struggle to escape becomes a bigger dilemma: Would she leave if she could?
Winner of the Golden Palm Contest for New Adult Romance, this erotic thriller dares to explore the darker side of our fantasies and their sometimes unintended consequences.
Straight-laced coed Angie has never felt daring enough to…experiment. Until tonight. The skin around Heather’s lips is soft, unlike the stubble Erik lets grow in, and the night unfolds like an erotic dream, tapping into an unexplored part of Angie’s body and mind.
But Heather’s seduction turns into a nightmare when Angie wakes up tied to the bed and is told she can’t leave. Alternately seduced and tormented by her lover-turned-captor, Angie is pulled ever deeper into a twisted world of pain-for-pleasure and voyeuristic exploits. As the stakes rise, both women give into a desire for connections neither has had, and Angie’s struggle to escape becomes a bigger dilemma: Would she leave if she could?
Winner of the Golden Palm Contest for New Adult Romance, this erotic thriller dares to explore the darker side of our fantasies and their sometimes unintended consequences.
Excerpt
The door slides open. Heather pauses in surprise.
“Have something on your mind?” Her voice is uncertain as she walks in my direction.
“I’ve done some thinking,” I say, propping up on my elbows. I curl my fingers through the tips of my new dark hair. “I’m not sure when I’m getting out of here, so why continue to waste time?”
She towers over me and crosses her arms. One hip juts out to the side, like she won’t be convinced until she hears more.
I pull at my leggings and hike my cleavage, fighting any trepidations. It might be better if I stand up.
In my platform heels I’m almost able to meet her wary glance. “Maybe I need to embrace a different destiny.”
She sighs in disbelief.
I place my hands on her defensive stance and kiss her gently. She doesn’t respond. It’s as if my mouth—the mouth she’s been craving for nearly a week—is suddenly unremarkable to her. I understand. She’s expecting loathing and having to manipulate me into doing the things she wants.
I can’t let that stop me.
I dive in again, this time more forcefully, weaving my hands through her hair, making noises similar to those I was practicing on the bed. “Heather, I want to give you pleasure. The way you’ve given me pleasure,” I whisper in her ear.
“You’ve accused me of getting you drunk, coercing you. Just last night you hated me. Strong words for someone who now wants to bring me pleasure.”
I glide my hands along the satin of her jacket. “I knew what I wanted from the moment I saw you on the dance floor.”
She stops my hands midway down her arm and squeezes them. Hard. Reminding me of who’s in charge. “What do you know about giving a woman pleasure?”
“I may not know all the fancy tricks you do, but I know a genuine smile and the subtle gestures of permission.” I break free of her grasp and intertwine my fingers between hers. “The bow of a head, flutter of lashes, relaxing of shoulders, allowing me to try…”
Hesitantly, she drops her arms, giving me an opening.
I guide her jacket off and let it fall to the floor, not allowing our gaze to break, and then smack my lips against hers, drinking greedily from her mouth.
She breaks away to once again inspect. “What if this is just a temporary trick of the light? Something different to distract me.”
My hands wrap around her waist and slowly untuck her blouse. “Didn’t you tell me that different was good?”
The rouge begins to smear between our cheeks.
I unbutton the few buttons of her light blouse and pull it off her arms.
Her fingers glide along the edge of my leggings. I suck in my stomach more.
“Careful, Angie. I like you like this.”
I smile. It’s working. The blouse slips through my fingers like the last rays of light before sunset. I tug at her to follow me back to the bed.
This is it. My nerves are a mess. The rush of my power play is catching up to me.
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About The Author
S.L. Hannah was born in Poland, grew up in Canada, and moved to Southern
California to pursue her love of single-engine airplanes. The Need is
her first erotic thriller. The manuscript won the 2013 Florida Romance
Writers Golden Palm Contest for New Adult Romance, and is an adaptation
of a screenplay her husband wrote about a woman struggling to free
herself from her lover’s physical and emotional binds. With a summer
release date of August 25, 2015, buzz about the break-out novel calls it
“one powerful piece of writing…creepy as hell.” S.L. Hannah lives in
Los Angeles, CA with her husband. When she’s not writing fiction, she
continues to solve the aviation problems of the world.
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