Blurb
Stood up by her boyfriend, she
goes home with a woman…
Straight-laced coed Angie has never felt
daring enough to…experiment.
Until tonight. The skin around Heather’s
lips is soft, unlike the
stubble Erik lets grow in, and the night
unfolds like an erotic dream,
tapping into an unexplored part of Angie’s
body and mind.
But Heather’s seduction turns into a
nightmare when Angie wakes up tied
to the bed and is told she can’t leave.
Alternately seduced and
tormented by her lover-turned-captor, Angie
is pulled ever deeper into a
twisted world of pain-for-pleasure and voyeuristic
exploits. As the
stakes rise, both women give into a desire
for connections neither has
had, and Angie’s struggle to escape becomes
a bigger dilemma: Would she
leave if she could?
Winner of the Golden Palm Contest for New
Adult Romance, this erotic
thriller dares to explore the darker side
of our fantasies and their
sometimes unintended
consequences.
Excerpt
The door slides
open. Heather pauses in surprise.
“Have something on
your mind?” Her voice is uncertain as she walks
in my direction.
“I’ve done some
thinking,” I say, propping up on my elbows. I curl
my fingers through the tips of my new dark
hair. “I’m not sure when I’m getting
out of here, so why continue to waste
time?”
She towers over me
and crosses her arms. One hip juts out to the
side, like she won’t be convinced until she
hears more.
I pull at my
leggings and hike my cleavage, fighting any trepidations.
It might be better if I stand
up.
In my platform heels I’m
almost able to meet her wary glance.
“Maybe I need to embrace a different
destiny.”
She sighs in
disbelief.
I place my hands on
her defensive stance and kiss her gently. She
doesn’t respond. It’s as if my mouth—the
mouth she’s been craving for nearly a
week—is suddenly unremarkable to her. I
understand. She’s expecting loathing
and having to manipulate me into doing the
things she wants.
I can’t let that
stop me.
I dive in again,
this time more forcefully, weaving my hands
through her hair, making noises similar to
those I was practicing on the bed.
“Heather, I want to give you pleasure. The
way you’ve given me pleasure,” I
whisper in her
ear.
“You’ve accused me
of getting you drunk, coercing you. Just last
night you hated me. Strong words for
someone who now wants to bring me
pleasure.”
I glide my hands
along the satin of her jacket. “I knew what I
wanted from the moment I saw you on the
dance floor.”
She stops my hands
midway down her arm and squeezes them. Hard.
Reminding me of who’s in charge. “What do
you know about giving a woman
pleasure?”
“I may not know all the fancy tricks you do,
but I know a genuine smile and the subtle
gestures of permission.” I break free
of her grasp and intertwine my fingers
between hers. “The bow of a head,
flutter of lashes, relaxing of shoulders,
allowing me to try…”
Hesitantly, she
drops her arms, giving me an opening.
I guide her jacket
off and let it fall to the floor, not allowing
our gaze to break, and then smack my lips
against hers, drinking greedily from
her mouth.
She breaks away to
once again inspect. “What if this is just a
temporary trick of the light? Something
different to distract me.”
My hands wrap
around her waist and slowly untuck her blouse.
“Didn’t you tell me that different was
good?”
The rouge begins to
smear between our cheeks.
I unbutton the few
buttons of her light blouse and pull it off her
arms.
Her fingers glide
along the edge of my leggings. I suck in my
stomach more.
“Careful, Angie. I
like you like this.”
I smile. It’s
working. The blouse slips through my fingers
like the last rays of light before sunset.
I tug at her to follow me back to
the bed.
This is it. My
nerves are a mess. The rush of my power play is
catching up to me.
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About The Author
S.L. Hannah was born in Poland, grew up in
Canada, and moved to Southern
California to pursue her love of single-engine
airplanes. The Need is
her first erotic thriller. The manuscript
won the 2013 Florida Romance
Writers Golden Palm Contest for New Adult
Romance, and is an adaptation
of a screenplay her husband wrote about a
woman struggling to free
herself from her lover’s physical and
emotional binds. With a summer
release date of August 25, 2015, buzz about
the break-out novel calls it
“one
powerful piece of writing…creepy as hell.” S.L. Hannah lives in
Los Angeles, CA with her husband. When
she’s not writing fiction, she
continues to solve the aviation problems of
the world.
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www.slhannah.com
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https://www.facebook.com/SexLifeandHannah?fref=ts
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