Thursday, April 19, 2018

Exclusive Sneak Peek ~ His Wicked Love

Coming May 8th, an all new Cuffs & Spurs Novel, His Wicked Love!! Here's your chance for a sneak peek that you won't want to miss!

Excerpt from His Wicked Love

“What the hell was that place, anyway?” she snapped as they rounded a corner to the parking lot where her car was parked. The club had piqued her interest, more than she wanted to admit. Then again, it wasn’t every day that she found herself in a club with people having sex out in the open. After all, if there were a herd of giraffes stampeding down the main drag, she’d watch the spectacle.
Granted, the spectacle in the club had turned her on.
“It’s a private club,” Mason said after a minute, like he had carefully chosen his words and considered whether he was going to tell her or not.
At her car, she turned toward him and gave him a well, duh expression, then said, “I got that with your caveman skills back there. What I want to know is what type of club it is exactly?” 
She stared, an eyebrow raised, in a defiant stance with her hands on her hips. She wasn’t leaving until he answered the question. No more dodging from Mister Surly.
“It doesn’t concern you,” he responded, tension riddling his big, hunky body. A body she had imagined naked on more than one occasion.
She snorted and rolled her eyes at him. Did the man think she was missing half a brain? She retorted, “Yes, it does. If I’m going to be kicked out of someplace where people are having weird sex, I’d like to know why, Mason. Are y’all doing something illegal down there? Why was that woman restrained on the bull, or the one on the cross?”
Her words echoed in the parking lot. It was empty. But Mason’s face hardened, his eyes narrowed, and he closed the distance. “Shush. It’s private for a reason. As in: we don’t parade our preferences or what happens in the club around town.”
“So you are doing something illegal down there?”
Mason shook his head in the negative, consternation stamped across his face, and replied, “It’s a BDSM club. Where those in the lifestyle are safe to practice their sexual tastes without censure.”
“And you and your brother are members? Which makes you a what?”
“Yes, we are. Not that it is any of your business, but I’m a Master or a Dominant, if you don’t know the terminology,” he said. His gaze zeroed in on her response like a heat seeking missile guidance system.
Emily didn’t so much as bat an eye, even as her blood heated. He made sense to her now. He hadn’t before. With regards to his vaulted control when they were in each other’s vicinity and how held himself back, it wasn’t that he didn’t want her, but that he was rejecting his desire for her and controlling himself. She didn’t know whether she should be offended or aroused. Who was she kidding? The idea of him being all controlling in the bedroom made her blood sing. She cleared her suddenly dry throat and asked, “So you like tying up women?”
Mason approached and took a step forward, placing his hands on her car. His large frame boxed her in against her vehicle. Liquid pulls of heat rushed through her system, her pulse thumped madly, and her nipples hardened into taut peaks at his nearness. Shadows played over his face as he stared down at her. Her gaze drifted to his mouth as he said, “That’s not all, but some. I really like disciplining mouthy subs who can’t take directions.”
Was that what he was comparing her to? Emily should tell him to go to hell. Should shove him away and escape. He was her boss. He could crush her dreams of running her own restaurant into dust before they even had a chance to take root.
The air between them was hot enough to melt the Arctic tundra. Those liquid pulls of desire had manifested into a raging firestorm. Tossing her common sense into the gutter, Emily gripped the lapels of his shirt and, instead of retreating, drew her body up to his height and dared, “Is that what you were doing back there? Disciplining me?”
Her mouth was an inch from his. Their bodies were aligned from shoulders to hips. Going on instinct before he could form a response, allowing the desire only he seemed to ignite within her to guide her actions, she pressed her lips to his. Brushing his mouth with hers, she moaned deep in her throat. His stubble rasped against her lips. Spirals of heat lanced through her system.
Shock riddled Mason’s form and he stood, frozen momentarily, before he crushed her within his arms. He surrounded her with his big body. Need exploded in all-consuming waves. Mason plastered his length against her. Her back was pressed against her car. Her hands slid around his neck, holding him in place. Emily couldn’t get enough of his mouth. The man kissed like he did everything else, with a ‘take no prisoners’ type of attitude.
It was devastating. Emily had never been kissed so thoroughly, so greedily. She wondered if she would erupt into flames.
Mason devoured her tiny mewls. She surrendered to the rising heat, plastering herself against his hard body. He slanted his mouth over hers, changed the angle of their kiss, and took it deeper. So much deeper. His tongue thrust inside to duel with hers.
She moaned.
Tongue, and lips, and teeth. It was hard and brutal. It was possessive and dominant. It was the most intimate, carnal, wicked kiss of her existence.

His Wicked Love ~ A Cuffs & Spurs Novel

Mason Stewart is in a pickle. He and his brother are the co-owners of the Black Elkhorn Lodge and Resort. Their dream stands at the precipice of utter ruin because their previous chef embezzled every last dime of savings they had for the lodge. In a last ditch effort to save his business from the brink of annihilation, Mason hires a new chef for their restaurant; sight unseen.

Nothing can prepare him for Emily, the red-haired siren who waltzes into his resort, carting a set of chef knives and demanding to see her new kitchen. She challenges his authority. She inflames his every wicked desire. She is everything he has ever wanted. And he can’t touch her. He’s her boss. And it would be wrong to give in to the incendiary heat between them… wouldn’t it?

Available Now for Pre-Order & releasing May 8th!!

About Anya Summers

Born in St. Louis, Missouri, Anya grew up listening to Cardinals baseball and reading anything she could get her hands on. She remembers her mother saying if only she would read the right type of books instead binging her way through the romance aisles at the bookstore, she’d have been a doctor. While Anya never did get that doctorate, she graduated cum laude from the University of Missouri-St. Louis with an M.A. in History.

Anya is a bestselling and award-winning author published in multiple fiction genres. She also writes urban fantasy and paranormal romance under the name Maggie Mae Gallagher. A total geek at her core, when she is not writing, she adores attending the latest comic con or spending time with her family. She currently lives in the Midwest with her two furry felines.

Don’t miss these exciting titles by Anya Summers!

Cuffs & Spurs Series
His Untamed Love releasing July 9, 2018
His Tempting Love releasing September 6, 2018
His Seductive Love releasing November 8, 2018
His Secret Love releasing January 8, 2019
His Cherished Love releasing March 8, 2019

1 comment:

Tina Donahue said...

Sounds delish! Major congrats on your newest release. :)