Make Me Yours Evermore has gone to the formatter

Yes, I have done the deed and sent the book away to my formatter guy, Donnie Light. I'm praying that all the t's are dotted and the i's are crossed. Because that would make for an interesting book...

Release date will be December 23rd. I hope I've not gone too dark for any of my fans. Make me Yours Evermore has been labelled a BDSM dubcon thriller by my editor, Nerine Dorman.


The next book after this has a more moralistic hero, I think. Though I am dropping him into a terribly nasty situation. 

Just for a cute bit of info - my cover artist has not been capitalizing the me in any of the titles and I only just noticed. I'm so observant! I think he's acknowledging the Dominance and submission theme in this series. Clever man.

He's Thomas Dorman or Dr Benway on deviant art if anyone is looking for a book cover by him. Fetish photographer and award winning South African filmmaker.

However, ahem, back to this book. A snippet might be due?

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Here is the little extract from Make Me Yours Evermore...

The water might be cold but she was warm against my skin. I couldn’t help admiring her curves as I smoothed away the grime of all that had happened to her over the last day. A few times she stirred and pushed at my hand but I persisted. Her skin was pale, accentuating the red of her bra and black of her panties – color coded scraps of cloth that screamed sexual territory. All the best bits were underneath those. Her lips were plump with the promise of kisses. Long legs, female contours...

Damn.

I had a hard-on that wasn’t going away while I had her nestled into me like a little defenseless creature.

At last the tape loosened and I gently pulled the bits away from each strand of her hair, revealing her face. What color were her eyes? I turned her face upward and stroked her cheek until she opened them.

Gray. A pretty and liquid light gray.

“Hi,” I said softly.

She only groaned quietly and blinked.

When she turned her cheek away and nestled back into me, curving her back and drawing up her legs so the water swirled, I had to clamp down on a surge of emotion. Her eyelids drifted down again. She clung to my leg with both arms – determined yet weak. Her hair swept in lazy arcs against the masculine heaviness of my thigh.

Beauty personified.

I ached deep inside. What did Chris want to do to her?

The draw to protect her was so strong. I didn’t care what she might or might not have done. So cute all snuggled around me. I’d never had a woman do this. Ever. Not in such a vulnerable way.

“Hey, baby girl.” I stroked her cheek again. “I’m going to get you out of this.”

She stirred but her eyes stayed shut. “Not a baby. Fugg off.”

I chuckled and smiled. “Not a hope.”