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Book 7: The Dining Club

by Marina Anderson

Genres: Contemporary Romance; Erotic & Steamy Romance; Women's Fiction

Synopsis

Part Seven: Submit Grace has one more erotic challenge to complete. Once she proves to the Club, and to herself, that she's truly embraced her new sensuous desires, Grace will ensure her place in the Dining Club-and in David's heart. But after learning David's deepest secret, Grace isn't sure what to believe about their relationship anymore. Does he even want her to succeed? She knows this final challenge won't be easy, especially with Club members Amber and Andrew still as determined as ever to see her fail. Now with this final trial, David will push her stamina to its limits-and Grace must submit her body and soul to his every demand. If Grace doesn't complete the challenge, the Club-and David-will be off-limits to her forever.

Release date: October 1, 2013

Publisher: Forever

Print pages: 29

Sample

Grace looked at the dark red leather outfit he was holding in his right hand, noticed the rings and straps and felt her flesh tighten with a mixture of fear and anticipation.

“It’s only a body harness, plus one small extra,” said David. Looking at his right hand she saw that he was holding what looked like a matching leather cap. “I don’t think I want to do this now,” she said nervously. “Not with tonight’s trial coming up.”

“I thought I’d already made it clear that everything that happens here this weekend is part of the trial,” he said impatiently. “You should be grateful. I’ve chosen something that will help you tonight.”

Grace wasn’t certain that she believed him, but had no choice other than to obey or leave. As she had no intention of leaving, she walked slowly toward him, remembering to keep her head up high, and with a few deft movements he soon had the body harness on her.

The leather rings encased her breasts, and the strap that was attached to the leather collar ran from the back of her neck down her body, then came up between her thighs where it divided. The division left a gap over her sex lips, then closed again so that it was like an open crotched bikini bottom. Leather straps also supported the cheeks of her bottom, and more straps shaped like a triangle joined a metal ring in the middle of her stomach.

After studying her thoughtfully, David tightened the strap between her legs until she felt it pressing hard against her vulva. Her breath snagged in her throat as tingles of pleasure throbbed beneath the strap, and he nodded to himself. “That’s better,” he murmured. “Now for the hood.”

Standing in front of him, silent and unblinking, Grace tried to stop. . .