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Out Now—Get Off Easy by Sara Brookes (@sara_brookes) #sarabrookes #noblehouse #carinapress #bdsm #menage #newrelease

Get Off EasyBlurb

At Noble House, fantasy has no limits. Log on and enter a world of your most secret desires. And remember, there is nothing more noble than the pursuit of passion…

I shouldn’t be watching, but I can’t look away.

It’s been years since I’ve seen Ford “Saint” Templar or Boyce Denali in person—although the gorgeous men have haunted too many of my fantasies to count. But now they’re here, right on my screen. Together. It’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.

And I want in.

Noble House is the kingdom of geek kink, where the thrill comes from knowing that someone is always watching. All I have to do is be brave enough to turn off the screen, walk through the door and ask Saint and Boyce to take me back.

We used to be so good together, but we’re different people now. Will Saint’s commands still bring me to my knees with desire? Will the anticipation of Boyce’s touch still drive me wild? Will I be able to survive the pleasure of having them both?

It’s time to stop watching. I need this. I need them. And just maybe, they need me, too.

Buy links:

Carina Press: http://www.carinapress.com/shop/books/9781488030703_get-off-easy.html

Amazon US: http://amzn.to/2reL2vW

Amazon UK: http://amzn.to/2qrz9S8

Barnes & Noble: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/get-off-easy-sara-brookes/1120980430?ean=9781488030703

Kobo: https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/get-off-easy-3

Apple: https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/get-off-easy/id1227445208?mt=11

Google: https://books.google.com/books?id=bsauDgAAQBAJ&dq

*****

Excerpt

Darkness surrounded Grae. In her life. In her mind. And even in her office as she leaned back in her overstuffed, overpriced chair and yawned. The creature comforts weren’t enough to keep her interested in the image flickering on her computer screen. Not that well-chiseled abs didn’t do it for her. They totally did. But considering the fact she’d been the one to draw, define, and enhance each one of those tongue-licking indentions, the final product had lost its appeal hours ago.

As long as the female audience members went wild, she would keep plodding along. Not to mention, if she didn’t deliver, she wouldn’t be paid her hard-earned check. As tempting as it was to continue, she desperately needed a break.

A quick glance at her trusty desktop clock showed she hadn’t stopped for over thirty-six hours. Since she was on a deadline, her director’s schedule won out over sleep and basic hygiene. Especially because she was under contract. If she wanted another shot at working with this director, she needed to have this guy’s abs painted on and swoon-worthy in the next three hours.

One hell of a reward awaited her after she completed her work, too.

As she made her way to the kitchen to refill her carafe, she tapped the reminder postcard that arrived two days ago against her chin. Fresh coffee would get her through. At least it had to. She’d worked under tighter deadlines, and on less sleep, than this project.

Thirty-six hours with no sleep was kid’s stuff.

Her reward, however, was not child appropriate.

No way. No how.

Kochran Duke was throwing one of his famous parties tonight. The events, where participation was allowed by members both at the club and online, were not low-key and always the highlight of the month. It also meant there was a distinct possibility Saint and Boyce would attend. They never missed a party at the converted armory. No telling what they’d be doing, though.

It was always a surprise when it came to those two.

She shoved a fresh filter into the brew basket, dumped in beans and water, and realized she didn’t care. They could sit and read nursery rhymes to one another, and she’d still get off. Wasn’t as though she’d joined Kochran’s exclusive website only to watch the pretty boys play with their toys.

Okay, well, it wasn’t the only reason.

There was a touch of practicality to why she chose to spend her night watching porn.

And it had nothing to do with satisfying her voyeuristic tendencies.

Her former Master recommended the online dungeon when it became obvious she had all the desire and drive to submit, but none of the time. Noble House offered several levels of membership depending on participation or observation. The fees were steep, but it was a small price to pay for satisfying a guilty indulgence from the privacy of her home office.

Once she’d discovered two of her closest friends from college were Dominants at Noble House, her interest in the private club increased tenfold. Thanks to alumni updates from the university, she’d known they’d continued to date after they graduated. Even knew where they lived because of an article published six months ago in the yearly alumni newsletter about the building they’d saved from the wrecking ball and turned into an apartment complex. Knowing they were still together, and trying to change the world, warmed her heart.

And a few other strategic lady bits.

Someday she would visit Noble House. Though the idea of taking a vacation long enough to visit Northern California sounded absurd. With the constant trail of work following her wherever she went, taking a break was unheard of. Visiting friends she hadn’t seen in more than a decade was even more ludicrous. As was confessing she’d seen every one of their broadcasted scenes since she’d become a member.

And hunted through the archives.

Several times over.

The coffeepot chimed. She dumped the contents into the carafe, then grabbed the French vanilla creamer. As she made her way back to her spacious office, her eyes slowly adjusted to the permanent darkness she’d created thanks to heavy light-blocking blinds. Day or night, the lighting in the room never changed. When she’d decided to leave the guaranteed contract with the big-budget movie studio behind and become a freelancer, she’d invested in all the bells and whistles. No sense working from home without the proper equipment.

Six monitors wasn’t too much, right?

A quick check of the emails she’d been ignoring for the past few hours indicated the director was getting aggravated. Time to buckle down and turn out this masterpiece. Armed with a fresh cup of coffee, Grae leaned back to watch the fight sequence she’d been working on for the past week. She noted a few minor inconsistencies she could smooth over while she waited to see if she had approval. No need to waste her time if the director wanted to ditch the segment.

Task completed, she zipped the file, then dropped it onto her secure server. An email containing the link to the director was next and meant her part was complete. She flipped a switch to change over to her personal computer tower and waited for it to boot. When it finally beeped in greeting, she directed the browser window to Noble House’s main site. A few keystrokes, and the splash page for tonight’s event flashed onto the huge screen she’d mounted on the wall.

Two very familiar faces stared back at her.

Boyce Denali, the one on the left, wore heavy-duty leathers. Too bulky for working inside the club. These were the kind used for protection should he take a spill. Though she doubted he would ever be so careless. Boyce was the kind of man the pavement moved for. Dark blond, piercing blues, muscles to die for, and a chiseled bone structure even the most formidable Viking would find intimidating.

Ford Templar, on the other hand, was all dark and mysterious. Nicknamed Saint at the club, Ford was broody. Sulky. Dark hair. Olive skin. Lean muscles. The dark to Boyce’s light. Except his eyes. Those eyes. Eerily colored, they reminded her of glass Coke bottles. Rumor had it his gaze could pierce right through to someone’s soul. While Boyce held a commanding air that demanded to be heard, Saint wore his power subtly but was still all dominant authority.

Seemingly connected at the hip, the two men scened together every week. Much to her delight. Grae didn’t think she’d ever seen them work with a submissive alone. Not that the choice to only carry out ménage scenes affected their standing at the club. Not in the least. Every time they worked together, their scenes had been nothing short of spectacular.

“Let’s see what you’re up to tonight, boys.”

*****

Author bio:

Sara Brookes has always been fascinated by the strange, the unusual, the twisted and the lost (tortured heroes are her personal favorite). She is an action movie junkie, addicted to coffee and has been known to stay up until the wee hours of the morning playing RPG video games. Despite all this geekiness, she is a romantic at heart and is always a sucker for an excellent love story.

Links:

Website: http://sarabrookes.com

Twitter: http://twitter.com/sara_brookes

Facebook: http://facebook.com/brookesofbooks

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Christine D’Abo Gets Interactive with Choose Your Shot

Choose Your Own ShotAs a kid, going to the bookstore was an event. We didn’t actually have one in the small town where I grew up, which meant I’d only get to go once a month when we’d drive to the big city to visit my grandparents. I was a huge fan of the Choose Your Own Adventure books and would immediately seek them out the moment we set foot in the store. That month’s worth of allowance was quickly (and happily) spent on books I knew would pull me deep into the story.

Those books got me through a lot of pre-teen angst, and taught me a few things about life. You can’t always predict what the end result of your decisions will be. You can only make the best choices based on the information you have on hand. On and you’ll fall off a cliff or get eaten by a bear.

Those books were the inspiration for me writing an interactive book of my own. I have to admit, I was very naïve when I started this project. I’m not much of a planner, and thought I could approach this the same way I do my other book. Oh how wrong I was!

Here is a quick snippet of the flow chart I ended up creating, the tool I needed to get me through to every possible decision point and ending. Yes, this is only a small part of it. 🙂

 

Tegan enters Mavericks and begins to explore (Beginning)

  • I. Tegan goes upstairs (Going Up)
    • Orgy room (All For One) (Voyeuristic Tendencies)
      • Goes to clothing room (Clothes that Make the Man)
      • Goes to fucking machine room (Fucked If You Do)
      • Goes to dungeon (alt start) (Doing The Dungeon)
      • Finds Eli (Searching for Eli)
    • Clothing room (Clothes that Make the Man)
      • Goes to orgy room (Voyeuristic Tendencies)
      • Goes to fucking machine room (Fucked If You Do)
      • Goes to the Wax Play room (Wax On, Get Off)
      • Goes to dungeon (alt start) (Doing The Dungeon)
      • Finds Eli (Searching for Eli)

 

As you can see, I had to map out how everything fit, even before I had the story fully plotted. I had to create alternate chapters with similar feel to others so that the various jumping in points made sense. I didn’t want to pull a reader out by having the wrong flow if they came in at a spot I hadn’t anticipated, and yet, I didn’t want them to lose out on the chance to have the story flow the way they wanted, when they wanted it.

Planning, writing and rewriting.

I knew I couldn’t just go willy-nilly with this plot, so I did my best to simplify it. Tegan would have three main paths – interacting as a Domme, interacting as a sub, interacting as neither and engaging in kinky sex. With each track, I had to pair up an appropriate hero. These men turned out to be very different from one another, and some will gel with certain readers more than others. That’s fine! It’s the point of putting the reader in control. Rather than me writing a book someone wouldn’t finish, this gave them the opportunity to try a different approach.

Yes, this turned out to be a lot more work that I’d originally intended, but man did I have fun writing it! I hope readers enjoy wandering around Mavericks with Tegan and I hope they’ll come back for seconds.

Choose Your Shot: An Interactive Erotic Adventure is now available at Carina PressAmazon, Kobo and B&N.

Christine d’Abo is hooked on romance. As a novelist and short story writer with over thirty publications, including the immensely popular Long Shots series, the imagination is always flowing. She loves to exercise and stops writing just long enough to keep her body in motion too. When she’s not pretending to be a ninja in her basement, she’s most likely spending time with her family and two dogs. Please visit her at http://www.christinedabo.com.

 

 
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