I had an itch and it needed scratching. As a writer, I’m constantly trying to improve my art and consequently, things I wrote years ago aren’t quite to the standard I would write now, or will write in the future. I’m still learning the craft. Most authors will say don’t look back, just keep moving forward. However, this itch grew and I decided to scratch it.
The first book I ever published, Trust Me to Know You, tells of the meeting of Jason and Gemma. If you’ve read the first edition, you’ll know two things about these two lovers. Jason doesn’t like the concept of nice, he thinks it means mediocre and Gemma likes polishing things. So, with those character traits in mind, I revisited the book and dealt with the mediocre (to the best of my ability) and polished my writing. The new edition hasn’t changed their story fundamentally, it remains untouched. If you’ve read the book, then it ends at the same point in their lives.
The new book, re-titled To Know You, is published by Baronet Press. For those who haven’t read the original, or perhaps you’ve read the Sublime Trust series that picks up Jason and Gemma’s story further down the line, this is a complete tale, no cliffhanger. I wanted each book in the series to be standalone and readable, but rather like unpeeling an onion’s layers, the more you read, the more fulfilling it becomes.
New edition means new cover, too.
What happens when a kink loving woman has to come to terms with a traumatic episode in her life? Can the broken submissive learn to trust again?
When Gemma Marshall resigns from a good job to work as a lowly intern in the heart of the City of London, immediately, the elusive company boss, Jason Lucas, seduces her.
Following a whirlwind of weekend trysts at his country mansion, Jason’s need to dominate her re-awakens her terrifying nightmares and leads to revelations from both of them. What Jason seeks is an enduring relationship which means Gemma, if she wishes to win his heart and soul, has to return to the extraordinary life she’d left behind.
Can Gemma survive another relationship with an alluring master of the bedroom or will she finally turn her back on her natural desires?
Their passionate and highly erotic affair reaches crisis point when her ex-lover hunts her down, seeking retribution.
To Know You is a fictional account of two people who begin a journey together. It is a complete story. Both characters are sexy and know what they want. Neither are novices, neither expect love in their relationship. One takes control and the other yields. In the bedroom, there are the erotic scenes of BDSM, discipline and romance. The dynamic can be intoxicating—and dangerous.
Previously published as Trust Me to Know You. To Know you is the re-edited 2nd edition, published by Baronet Press.
Next book – To Own You – due out late 2016
I rested my back on the bed as he took off my stockings. He slowly rolled them down while snaking his finger behind. I giggled at the ticklish sensation. Sliding back up my torso, he leaned over me, placed his hands on either side of my head and pinned me down, not with his weight, but the intensity of his blue eyes. A little end of day stubble was visible on his chin.
“I’m thirty-one years old, I’ve had plenty of girlfriends, lovers or whatever you want to call them,” Jason said. “I work hard. Play hard. Such a life doesn’t foster long term relationships, especially not conventional ones.” He traced his forefinger down my cheek, and the soft caress ignited me further.
What did all that mean? Was tonight just a one-night stand? I was too fired up to query his comment.
“Sure, Jason,” I hadn’t said his name before then, now I relished the syllables—Jason Lucas.
He started with his lips, tongue, and fingers. They moved everywhere. Kneading, nibbling, squeezing, licking and oh my, kissing my neck. I touched his head and raked my fingers through his hair, enjoying the freedom to explore. His hair might be blond at the ends, but the roots were dark, particularly where the strands lay thickest and across his crown.
“There is no bald patch, Gemma. If that’s what you’re looking for.”
I flinched and snatched my hands away.
He was grinning, reassuringly happy. “I’m not contagious you know,” he said pleasantly.
I returned to my own sensual exploration. The second time, his muscular shoulders and arms warranted my attention. He obviously worked out—his biceps bulged and his pectorals were gorgeously defined. Yet, he managed to stay lean and trim, especially his waistline. All this stunning physique, on show for me, had been hidden away behind his suits and shirts. What girl wouldn’t find him heart meltingly attractive and he was beneath my hands.
He snapped my bra cups down and teased my nipples with his teeth. I groaned as he sucked each one in turn—hard—before circling his tongue around the hard pebble. With no subtleness, he eased his hand down under the front of my knickers and beamed at his discovery. I sucked in a lungful of air as he poked his fingertip inside me.
“You are one wet girl,” Jason laughed and with his nose following the contours of my body, he started to glide towards my juice soaked pussy, ready to investigate.
I giggled and attempted to shrug my shoulders. “Can’t think why!” I felt pumped with adrenaline.
Kneeling on the floor, without blinking, nor loss of fluidity of movement, he dragged my knickers off, and flicked them over his shoulder. I shrieked as he buried his head between my legs and fluttered his tongue at my swollen clitoris, lashing my exposed clitoris with his precise tongue. I wriggled and writhed, unable to hold still. He cupped my arse cheek and squeezed it, sending ripples of excitement across my butterfly filled belly. With a gasp, I let my surrender deepened.
Oh my, oh my! The man had knowledge and excellent tonguing technique.
Not yet, not yet, and I dug deep, hoping to find my inner resolve and stop the orgasm from arriving too soon. Moving back on his haunches, he rose off the floor, and I shifted further up the bed. Clambering after me, he sat astride my legs. His erection had grown, and the smooth tip poked out of his underpants. Quite spectacular—big boss! I suppressed a giggle. With a flick, he reached behind my back, unhooked my bra and quickly followed up by plumping my breasts with his fingertips. He had a wicked kind of smile spreading over his face.
He ceased caressing and hovered. “I warn you when I say fuck hard I mean it. If you want me to stop say so and I will. Okay? You can trust me.”
I nodded—hard, yes, I liked it that way. Little did he know rough happened to be my middle name. Trust, well that sentiment had taken a knock in the recent past, but I’d a good feeling about Jason Lucas. Nothing he’d done so far alarmed me.
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I love the original cover, it will be lurking in the background as a reminder.
Congratulations on the re-release Jaye! Wonderful to read the beginning of Jason and Gemma’s relationship. Enjoyed the hot excerpt!
Hugs
Roz