Check out this Hot Excerpt from Backstage Passes, Guaranteed!

First off, I decided to change the cover around.  The old cover was nice. It was sexy but it didn’t scream SEX.  I mean it was hot, but it wasn’t smoking except for the hot guy on the front.  So I beefed it up a little.

Lemme know what you think!

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I took this short story and the characters told me they weren’t done, so I built it up to a nice decently sized novella.  I know it’s one of my older releases but I’m extremely proud of it that’s why I’m sharing with you.  Here’s a little excerpt.  Warning, it is NSFW!

“So, you’re Jordan Hale.”  Eric purred.  “I have heard quite a bit about you and was wondering when you would be at one of my shows.”  He said as he pulled off the black silk hood that encompassed Jordan’s beautiful blonde head.

She blinked her blue eyes as she attempted to adjust to the low light in the apartment as the dark hood was removed.  She couldn’t reply due to the bright red ball gag firmly planted in her mouth, so all she could do was look at him.

Eric Jacob crouched at her eye level.  His piercing green eyes saw into the depths of Jordan’s soul and it unnerved her.  Eric’s flame red hair cascaded freely around his pale, muscular shoulders as he smirked at his new play toy, and he sported nothing but a pair of tight boxer briefs. She felt even more vulnerable as she sat trussed like a Christmas goose before him. His red goatee gave him an almost sinister air.

“I have your agreement right here.  Hmm…” He unfolded the paper. “No humiliation, no forced oral, no lengthy choking.  Everything else seems to be on the table.  You seem to be a pretty open minded playmate, I like that.  Oh dear, latex allergies?  Good thing I have latex free toys.” Eric stated as he read from the agreement.

He placed the paper on a nearby table.  He examined the bound beauty before him, his vivid green eyes full of hunger and lust.  “So, this will probably be a little different than what you are used to.” He explained.  “You know I’m not like Brian, I’m not like Trent.  Getting a date with me is notoriously difficult if I haven’t had my eye on you first.” He said as he rose from his crouch.  “Oh yes, I’ve heard of your exploits.  I’m friends with almost every celebrity you’ve been with, from humble Roxy gigs to big name Hollywood starlets.  Every one of them told me the same thing.” He hissed.  “That you were the best groupie around.  Willing to do anything to please them, and getting your rocks off pretty hard while you do it.”

He reached around Jordan’s blonde head and undid the ball gag.  “Ok I’m going to do the talking, do you understand?”  He said as his green eyes burrowed into her blue ones.

“Yes sir.” She said.

“First off, you don’t call me sir, you call me Master. Am I clear?”

“Yes Master.” She said without a moment’s hesitation.

“Good.  Now you know about the safe word, and you know that I will listen to it and stop as soon as you say it?” Eric asked.

“Yes Master.  The safe word is nacho, and the safe gesture is the American Sign Language letter Y.” She repeated.

“Good!  You’ve caught on fast.  Your reputation is proving true.” He said as he went behind her and began to untie the knots Wesley so expertly secured.

She stayed motionless as Eric freed her temporarily from her bonds.  As he looped the rope from her large breasts he marveled at the marks the soft silk rope left on the pale, fleshy mounds.  He decided to gently stroke the rock hard nipples as he gently removed the silken cord.

Jordan moaned as she felt his hot fingers gently stroke her sensitive coral buds.  The rush of blood surging to them after the tight ropes were removed increased their sensitivity even more.

“Now, you aren’t to make a noise unless I say so.” He said as he pinched one of her nipples hard, causing her eyes to fly open in surprise and a curious mixture of pain and pleasure.  She tried to stifle a yelp, but failed.

“That’s two…” he hissed as he pinched a bit harder, but not so hard as to cause damage.

Jordan’s eyes filled with tears as she swallowed the cry that was forming in her throat.  Despite the seemingly brutal treatment, she was extremely turned on, and she could feel her pussy dripping between her legs.

Did you like that taste?  I hope you did!  If so you can head on over to http://mybook.to/BackStagePasses and pick up a copy.

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