Wednesday, July 30, 2014

Author, author... Bella Masters with Switched + #giveaway all about it !!

Six Sexy Stories for Sultry Summer Nights

Summer. Hot. Sticky. Sexy.

Although not all of the stories in this collection take place in the summer, they are definitely hot, might make you a little sticky, and are unquestionably sexy. What is more perfect for a sultry summer night?

Seduction is the name of the game in some of our stories. Control, submission, and domination flavor a couple more. And the others? Just downright deliciously sexy, in multiple ways.

Grab your favorite ice cold beverage, ladies, and prepare for your own personal HEAT WAVE! With an introductory promotional price of $0.99, why resist?

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by Bella Masters

Take one CEO of an organization who is in control. All. The. Time.
Add one undercover cop who must maintain control. All. The. Time.
But that can get a little old, can’t it? Sometimes.
Mix together in a situation where neither of them are really in control,
but both find themselves jockeying for position.
Hm. On top? Bottom?
Who’s topping whom? Who’s in control now?
And who really want to give it up, but can’t? 


The Chief Financial Officer of the non-profit Cerise Thacker runs has been cooking her books. The DA fears the CFO’s deep family roots will come after her, particularly after the CFO states he will “fucking see to her death.” So she’s whisked away in a Yellow Cab into a short term police protection program to keep her safe.

The cabbie? Isaac Walker, undercover cop. For the duration, Isaac will be her protector, even though she doesn’t want protection.

But Cerise and Isaac are not strangers. They’d shared a role play Fem Domme/sub encounter a year earlier–neither of them revealing who they really were. Now they are thrust together in a situation of extreme danger, passion, and trust, where Isaac must remain in control of the situation at all costs, even though he so very much wants to give it up to Cerise. And Cerise must do everything that Isaac says to the letter, even if she doesn’t want to.

That is, if they want to get out of this thing alive.


“You want to die, Cerise? ‘Cause you must have a death wish. Be quiet and listen to me for once.”
Something in his face made her realize she needed to listen. And obey.
Dammit. Obey was generally not in her vernacular.
“All right, Mike. But when this is finished...”
He gasped her arm, and they moved forward. “When this is finished you will thank me,” he muttered. The DA followed them toward the door.
“No talking until we get on the elevator.”
Shit. Shit! What was going on? Was she in trouble? Were they lying to her? Was she going to jail, too?
There was nothing she could do. She and Mike rushed through the outer office and toward the elevator, all eyes on them, while everything else spun in slow motion. Finally, the elevator door whooshed closed behind them, and she turned to him.
“Talk to me.”
“We need to protect you.”
“What? Why?”
“You heard Hankins. He said he would kill you. His roots run deep, Cerise.”
Her throat closed up. Tom’s roots did run deep. She knew that. Knew too much about his family. They had, how do you say?—connections. Tom had alluded as much during the few weeks they were sleeping together.
The elevator binged, and the doors swished open. Mike took her arm and led her toward the large glass doors of the office building.
“There is a Yellow Cab parked straight ahead. Number 2223. Look. Do you see it?”
She did.
“Walk out these doors and straight toward the cab. I’m not going any further than the doors. You don’t need to be seen with me outside of here. Go directly to the cab, and get in the back. The driver knows where to take you.”
“Mike. I have no money. I need my things.”
“It’s taken care of. Now go.”
Whether propelled by her own force or from Mike’s shove, she didn’t know, but within seconds she was through the door, her gaze hooked on the Yellow Cab at the curb like it was salvation. With each step, her heart pumped harder, her brain raced with questions.
The door handle on the cab was cold as she grasped and lifted it, her hand shaking. As soon as she sat on the hard leather seat, and the door closed, the cab jerked into traffic.
“Holy shit.”
The two words eased out of Isaac Walker’s mouth as he pulled his baseball cap lower over his bald head and straightened his dark sunglasses. Almost simultaneously, he flipped up his jacket collar and slunk down a little lower in the driver’s seat. The thing he didn’t do was alter his line of vision. He knew this woman was his subject, he knew she was heading his way, and there was no way he would take his eyes off her until she was safe inside the cab.
No. No way would he peel his gaze away from….
That pair of long, shapely, stocking-clad legs, topped off by a respectable above-the-knee length suit skirt, and anchored by a pair of three-inch, black, stiletto heels. One leg in front of the other, hips hitching rhythmically right then left.
Erotic images flashed through his head. He could easily picture those legs cuffed at the ankle with black leather straps. Her thin wrists circled with leather and secured above her head on a massive bed. That long red mane swept over her face. Her red lips, full and pouty, huffing out breath after orgasmic breath.
And then....
Him, shackled to the wall. The soft, leather riding crop in her hand, tapping, brushing, slapping over his ass. Her ivory hands moving over his body, in stark contrast to his deep brown skin. Her breath hot against the fine, sweaty hairs at the back of his neck….
“Shit,” he hissed again. “Fuck.” He was in trouble.

Bella Masters frequently disappoints her parents. She wishes she could spare them the pain but it’s unavoidable. At first it was the tatts and piercings. Then dropping out of college. When she was discovered in the basement of her father’s church with half of the town council — their pants around their ankles and her floggers at her side — her secret lifestyle as a Dominatrix was speculative no more. So Bella went with it and never looked back. After all, a little pain is a beautiful thing. Isn’t it?

Yeah, that bio was fun to write. Was it fun to read? Seriously, though, Bella Masters is a 50-something grandmother, who pecks away at her computer all day, wearing only her underwear, writing deliciously smutty stories. Now, there’s a mental picture for you!

Or, Bella Masters could be the erotic pen name of a popular and bestselling contemporary romance author who decided to use a pen name for her little erotic stories simply to make her mother happy.

Whatever bio you believe, it’s all good, right? Bella writes BDSM in various flavors, ménage à trois relationships, and same sex relationship stories. She doesn’t like to limit her options (or her bios). Fantasy is a beautiful thing. Isn’t it?


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1 comment:

  1. Thank you so much for hosting me today! Don't you just love this scene with Cerise and Isaac. Oh, and it gets hotter....

    Bella Masters