This holiday season I'll be sharing some of the books on my reading list. One of them is The Housewife and the Filmstar by Doris O'Connor.
This is an erotic romance with elements of BDSM.
Scroll down to read a sizzling excerpt. I've also included my dream movie cast for this book.
Blurb:
When international movie star Sven Larsson meets young
widowed mom of three, Sylvia, the sexual chemistry between them is instant and
explosive—and plastered all over the papers. Sven needs to repair his damaged
reputation. The last thing he needs is another scandal, but the Dom in him
can't resist the challenge Sylvia represents.
Having survived an abusive marriage, Sylvia is not looking for another relationship, let alone a kinky one with a man of Sven's reputation. Her submissive side can't help but be drawn to him, especially once she gets to know the man behind the public image. She can't help but fall in love with the private, broken Sven—even if he doesn't do love.
With the paparazzi breathing down their necks at every turn, and past demons raising their ugly heads, will they ever be able to find happiness?
Having survived an abusive marriage, Sylvia is not looking for another relationship, let alone a kinky one with a man of Sven's reputation. Her submissive side can't help but be drawn to him, especially once she gets to know the man behind the public image. She can't help but fall in love with the private, broken Sven—even if he doesn't do love.
With the paparazzi breathing down their necks at every turn, and past demons raising their ugly heads, will they ever be able to find happiness?
Excerpt:
"Like what you see?"
Sylvia wrenched her gaze upwards to meet his eyes. He was watching her
reaction from under heavy lidded eyes filled with lust and a grim determination
that frightened her a little.
"Sven, I don't think I could…"
Before she could even blink he was on the bed next to her, matching
his long length to her much smaller frame. He grasped her wrists in one hand
again and pinned her arms above her head. With a wicked smile he used just one
finger of his free hand to slowly travel up the inside of her thigh. The slight
pressure was torture, and by the time his thumb flicked her clit, she was a
quivering mass of feminine excitement. How did he do that? Was it the
unwavering focus with which he watched her reaction, or simply the way he once again
had her pinned, unable to move?
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| Alexandar Skarsgard as Sven Larsson |
"Trust me, baby, you can, and you will."
The kiss that followed seemed never-ending. In direct contrast to his
earlier urgency, he took his time exploring the inside of her mouth with a
breathtaking thoroughness that spoke of ownership. The more she tried to hurry
him, the slower he went, pressing his heavy body on top of hers, until the
whole word narrowed to just the feel of him. Every stroke, nip and suckle of
his oh so talented tongue, stoked the slow burning fire in her core to fever
pitch, and her hips bucked wildly, needing his touch.
He straddled her, effectively stopping her from moving and looked down
on her.
"Take it easy, we have all night, my little firecracker. We'll do
this my way, and unless you want me spanking that delicious ass of yours until
it matches the color of your lips, you will not rush me."
Sylvia couldn't stop her sharp intake of breath, and Sven's gaze grew
even more heated.
"Oh, I see, you like that idea, do you?"
"N-no … I don't."
"Liar." He whispered the word and lifted off her just enough
to cup her swollen pussy. Sylvia swallowed her groan as he swiped his fingers
through the wet evidence of her arousal, and then lifted his glistening fingers
up for her to see.
He licked them clean and hummed his approval.
"Hmm, delicious. If you don't like the idea of my hand on your
ass, then why are you this wet?"
Sylvia had no answer for that, so she just shook her head.
"I don’t know. I don't like violence."
She screwed her eyes shut and pushed the memories away. They had no
place here, none at all, damn it.
"Neither do I, my sweet, but I think we need to do something to
stop those thoughts swirling in your head. Look at me."
His voice had dropped an octave, the cadence of it so compelling that
Sylvia had no choice but to comply.
"Bad memories?" he asked.
At her tiny nod he sighed and bent to kiss the tears off her face. She
hadn't even been aware of shedding them.
"I can help you with that, if you trust me?"
He went so still towering above her, she couldn’t be sure he was even
breathing, and when she nodded again his smile of approval made her worries
float away.
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| Holly Willoughby as Sylvia |
"Good girl, now roll over."
He released her completely, and she felt suddenly bereft without his
comforting presence. She awkwardly complied and jumped when he grabbed her ass
and squeezed.
Instead of the hit she was expecting, however, he moved his hands up
to her shoulders and kissed her neck. Tiny butterfly kisses followed down her
exposed back until he reached the zipper of her dress. With agonizing slowness
he peeled her out of her dress, murmuring encouragement when she helped him by
lifting her arms and finally her hips, until she lay face down on the bed with
just her bra still on.
Much to her surprise he left it in place and continued to run his
hands up and down her back and over the curve of her ass. The strokes grew
harder, leaving tingles of awareness in their wake, and the last of her anxiety
fled.
Heat suffused her whole being, and she raised her butt into his hands,
willing him to delve lower between her legs, where she practically ached for
his touch.
He slapped her lightly on one ass cheek, and she froze.
"If this gets too much, just call red, and I stop, okay?"
She nodded, and a harder swat followed to her other butt cheek, which
this time stung.
"I can't hear you."
"Yes, okay, errr, Sir?"
His laugh in answer confused her. He fisted his hand in her hair and
pulled her head up to study her.
"Very nice, but that's not really a salutation I've earned yet,
and this is just a little spanking. I don't think either of us is ready for
anything else right now, are we?"
She blinked, and the red hot stab of disappointment coursing through
her veins took her breath away.
"If we were to go down that route, we would have to discuss a lot
of things first, my sweet. I'm not sure I want to do that. Let's not assume
titles and just enjoy ourselves, shall we? Unless this is something you need
to—"
"No, I don't. I mean, I'm perfectly happy with vanilla. I just
thought that's what you wanted. I mean … I…"
Her voice trailed off when his expression darkened.
"I thought you don't read the papers, lady."
"I-I don't, but there's been rumors and, well, I do have some
experience."
She mentally crossed her fingers at her fib. Sylvia had experience and
then some, but he was right. She was so not ready to have that discussion now.
It would dredge up a past she didn't need to remember, not now.
The tight set of his shoulders relaxed slightly, and she breathed a
sigh of relief. She really didn't want to piss him off, and she was suddenly
desperate to see if this would be as erotic as it had been—before Richard.
"So, you're familiar with the traffic lights then?" he
finally asked with a small smile.
"Yes, Si… I mean, yes I am."
Heat rose in her cheeks under his quiet regard, and finally he nodded.
"So be it. I trust you to use it, not that I have any intention
of being too hard on you, but I've fantasized about reddening that delicious
ass of yours since I met you."
He laughed at her astonished snort in response.
"You have?" she asked, not really believing a word of it. He
had to be kidding. "No need to humor me. In case you haven’t noticed I'm
in your bed and a pretty safe bet by now, you know."
His expression darkened again, and her stomach dropped in delicious
anticipation.
"For that inane comment you've just earned yourself some extra
spanks. We'll have to work on that warped self-image of yours. You're a
beautiful, desirable woman."
Hmm, two of my favourites as the #dreamcast. You picked well! :-D
ReplyDeleteThank you. I was inspired. :)
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