Playing by His Rules - Book 2 in the ‘Playing’ Series **COVER REVEAL**

Playing by His Rules - 

Book 2 in the ‘Playing’ Series 

**COVER REVEAL**

Playing by His Rules - Book 2 in the ‘Playing’ series will be released on 7th April 2015.

  

 Releasing on 7th April – 

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 Excerpt: 

 He pointed to the floor between himself and the spanking stool. “On your knees.” 

 She folded herself gracefully into position and he clenched his teeth as he struggled to contain his impulse to haul her onto his lap and impale her on his erection. 

His cock surged, the blood pounding through him in strong steady beats, as he surveyed her down bent head. He needed to maintain control; he had to think of something other than enveloping himself inside her. His mind scrabbled to come up with anything other than her, and then he remembered her curiosity at the cabinet. 

“You were looking in the cabinet.” He reached out and wrapped her hair around his hand. He pulled her head back and looked into her eyes. “Which of my toys did you like best?” His voice was no louder than a harsh whisper and he mentally berated himself for letting her get to him. 

 “I didn’t really choose a favorite.” Her words were stilted and low. “But something in the cabinet interested you.” He watched as her shoulders tensed. 

“What was it?” 

 “I wouldn’t say it interested me.” She lifted her head and looked warily at him. “I just wasn’t sure what it was.” 

 “Describe it to me.” She briefly described the shape and color of the object that had drawn her attention, and he smiled inwardly. “Do you know which toy I mean?” 

 “I do.” He smiled broadly, as he relished the prospect of introducing her to the toy. “I think you’ll enjoy it.” 

 “But what is it for?” 

 “I think perhaps it is better that I show you.” She tensed and looked slightly apprehensive, but did not object. “Now, however, it is time for your punishment.” He indicated the sloping stool in front of her. “Climb aboard.” When she didn’t move, he repeated his command. “Now, Chloe! I do not want to have to repeat myself again tonight. Is that clear?” 

 “Yes, sir.” She gingerly moved toward the stool. He snagged an arm around her waist and lifted her onto the stool shaped in an inverted ‘v’ position. Her top half lay on the cushion-padded slope and she had to stretch out her arms to reach the handholds at the bottom of the slope to help her maintain her balance. Her legs relaxed against the opposite slope as her behind rested on the well-padded apex. He bent and swiftly cuffed her ankles to the sides of the stool and awaited her objections. When none were forthcoming, he walked around and manacled her wrists to the front of the frame. He ran his fingers around and under the restraints. 

“Comfortable?” 

 “Yes, sir.” She sounded excited and he struggled to contain his moan of arousal. He adjusted a lever and the stool position altered slightly. It didn’t move far, but it was enough to stretch her legs and have her standing on the tips of her toes. The position would allow her little advantage against him. She would have no choice but to submit to his mastery of her body. She gave a small whimper and he stroked her back gently. 

“It’s alright. There’s nothing to be frightened of.” He continued to caress down her back and across her buttocks in a very non-sexual way as he waited for her to calm down. “Do you remember your safe word?” 

 “Yes, sir.” His heart lurched at her continued use of the phrase and he wondered if she was truly coming to accept him as her master. “Good girl.” He had to remind himself that she was new to all of this and to slow things down. He crouched at the front of the stool and lifted her head in order that he could look into her eyes. 

“The lesson I was aiming to teach this morning was about control. As your Dom it is my right to grant or deny your pleasure.” 

 Her eyes widened as if he had shocked her, but she didn’t say a word. “When I tell you to close your eyes, I don’t expect to see you gazing at me. When I demand silence, I don’t want to hear a word. When I ask you not to move, I expect you to keep still. In here, you call me Master. Do you understand?” 

 “Yes. But--” 

 “No buts, Chloe. Those are the rules of this game.” His tone was harsher than he had ever used with her before, but he wanted to make sure that she understood his intent. “What I demand, you give. Unless of course,” he quantified his statement, “you decide to safe word.” He held his breath as he awaited her response. 

When she said nothing he released his hold and stood up moving out of her line of vision. He continued to talk to her as he wandered over to his cabinet to withdraw several of his favorite toys. “We’re going to have a little session where you will practice self-control.” He ran the anal beads that had so fascinated her, through his fingers. “I am going to teach you some new pleasures, sweetheart. You can move as much as the stool allows. You can scream as loud as you want, this room is soundproof.” He had returned to her side in time to hear her gasp aloud and he bent and whispered in her ear, “The one thing you are not allowed to do is cum.” 

 She turned her head and looked him straight in the eye. “That’s cruel!” 

 “Wrong, sweetheart.” He leaned forward and kissed her softly. “It’s control. Its pleasure beyond what you can currently imagine. It’s an exquisite form of torture.” 

 Book 1 – Playing for Keeps is on Sale at only 99p / 99c until 8th March 2015. 

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 Author Bio: 

 Glenda Horsfall was born and brought up in the beautiful city of Edinburgh. From an early age she was an avid reader. She became engrossed in reading romance novels in her early teens and promised herself that one day she would sit down and write her own. Glenda is now living the dream… and enjoying every minute of it. She writes romantic tales with light BDSM overtones. They may be tales of Domination and submission, but you are guaranteed a romance with a Happy Ever After ending! Glenda now lives on the Fylde Coast of England with her own hero. She has a grown up son and four beautiful grand-daughters – the fourth born in last month. Having worked for many years as an Accountant, she loves being able to let her creative imagination run wild as she creates romantic stories for you to enjoy. 

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Aurora Snow: Book One of the Willowmere Hall Chronicles ***COVER REVEAL***

Aurora Snow: 

Book One of the Willowmere Hall Chronicles 

***COVER REVEAL***

Welcome to Willowmere Hall, a luxurious establishment where the elite meet, and the inhabitants all have their own...companions. Discover the sexy lifestyle of voluntary sex slaves in this steamy new series.

Coming to Amazon March 2015

Exclusive Excerpt from Chapter One!

A smile was brought to Aurora's sun-kissed face as the warm, sweet breeze blew at her cheeks. She closed her eyes and stuck her head even further out the limo's window as she beheld the glory of the Willowmere Hall grounds. 

Manicured daily, the grounds were lush and green with all manors of flowers perfectly placed on either side of the long driveway that led from the private roads, through the silver gates, and towards the main building that sat pristine just beyond the pond.

She'd never been in a limousine before. Twenty-two and as giddy as a girl free from her childhood home for the first time. One might wonder why she was so excited. It was because this was her first time free from her overbearing family. Aurora had been home schooled by Aunt Bridgette, and college was never an option. 

Aurora had something more powerful to offer. Her beauty.

It had always been known that she would be the one to upgrade the families status.

Her seat in the back of the limo was every bit as glamorous as she had dreamed. The means of transportation was appropriate for their destination. Willowmere Hall was going to be everything the letter from Claire Willowmere claimed.

Her claims had been swimming around in Aurora's dreams for days now. Hundreds of rooms, servants, elaborate furnishings, and no shortage of attractive and wealthy suitors men for Aurora to learn from.

A ringlet of dark brown hair flew onto Aurora's long lashes. She pulled it free and tucked it behind her ear. She felt a tug on her lavender skirts and glanced over her shoulder.

"Sit," Aunt Bridgette chided. She gave Aurora a stern look, but remained as composed and lady-like as ever. With her ivory hands folded on her lap, she nodded towards the seat across from her. Sometimes Aurora was too afraid to look at her. She looked too much like her mother.

Aurora shook her head. She would not allow herself to think about her dead mother. Not on this day. She could not afford to have her happiness spoiled by poisonous thoughts of her mother's awful death.

Aurora did as her aunt ordered, but the smile remained glued to her face. They were so close to their destination.

"Just because you are free from our household does not mean that you can act like a wild forest creature."

"Pardon me, ma'am. I'm just terribly excited."

"I understand your excitement, Willowmere Hall is a glorious place. You are lucky to have been accepted. But Aurora, please remember that you are always being watched. Do not shame your uncle and I. Remember that we have been planning for this for the last two years when Lord Willowmere chose you out of all of those girls at that ceremony."

"I know," Aurora rolled her eyes. They were a soft hazel, like her father's had been. "I was there."

The ceremony had been beautiful. Like a fairy tale they'd been sent official invitations to a ballroom in one of the hotels in London. All of the girls in attendance, including Aurora's two cousins, had been there in their fancy gowns. Their hair had been perfected by the best stylists in all of England. Out of all of the girls at the manor, Aurora had been chosen to come and live in the most magical of places. 

Willowmere Hall.

She beamed with pride as she remembered that magical moment. The next year had been a series of preparations. Aurora began her training. At times it was difficult. She still remembered the initial pain. But eventually, Aurora adjusted to what her new life would soon entail. 

Only when the limousine stopped inside the cobblestone courtyard did the nerves start to set in.

Her face flushed when the driver opened her door. She didn't even glance at him as he held his gloved hand out to help her from the limo. Butterflies filled her stomach and her mind raced with all of her excitement and doubts.

Her high heeled shoes clinked onto the cobblestone as she stepped out and into the fresh Yorkshire air.

Aunt Bridgette didn't exit the limo. Instead she simply gave Aurora a blue-eyed glance and nodded.

"Do us proud, Aurora."

The door was closed by the driver, and he got inside and drove away.

Wind swept through her hair and her eyes looked up to the white doors at the top of the stone steps. A woman with her blonde hair worn in a top bun and a simple black sundress smiled down at Aurora. She was stunning, like a model in a high-fashion magazine. Her eyes were large and blue, and her skin was the perfect shade of cream.

Aurora was transfixed by her.

At the top of the stairs, stood Lysett Willowmere, the person that had told her father to choose her out of all the girls at the ceremony.

Aurora smiled at her. There she was.

Her new master.

"Stayed tuned for the release of Aurora Snow, the first installment in the deliciously naughty Willowmere Hall series." -Lady Emmi Rue

www.emmirue.com