Friday, July 15, 2016


BJ Wane is on my blog today sharing a lusciously hot elevator scene from her new book Blackmailed! It's all yours, BJ :)

Thank you for having me, April.  BLACKMAILED is the 4th and last book in my Virginia Bluebloods series, and Wes finally gets his HEA!  All four titles can be read as stand-alone books, but, of course, I recommend reading all four!

Charlotte Heffington can no more ignore Wes Montgomery's coercion into a short affair than she could forget the erotic experiences he gave her their one night together.  After several exciting, pleasure-filled trysts, she starts questioning whether she would be able to walk away unscathed and accept the future her cousin has mapped out for her or be left to crave the pleasures only Wes could give her.  When Wes turns on her, she’s finally had enough of others manipulating her life and vows to take control of her future.

Wes swore off relationships after a betrayal left him bitter towards women, but he reluctantly finds himself drawn to a woman who looked completely out of her comfort zone when she walked into a downtown bar one Friday night.  After caving to her inexperienced come-on and his uncharacteristic response, he spends an unforgettable night with her.  A week later, a chance meeting reveals her true identity and he feels taken in all over again.  In a rash move, he blackmails her into an affair that turns the tables on him when he finds himself feeling things for her he’s never felt for another woman.  Hearing she’s engaged shatters his belief in happily ever after again and his angry tirade when he confronts her separates them on a bitter note. 
After learning the truth, Wes tries to make amends, but when that fails, he resorts to drastic, pleasurable means to convince her to give him another chance, but will it be enough?   
Check out these other titles in the Virginia Blueblood series:  Blindsided, book one, Bind Me To You, book two and Surrender To Me, book three.
DISCLAIMER: This book contains the spanking of adult women, explicit sexual scenes including BSDM. If any of these offend you, please do not purchase this book.


“Get a room.”
The last thread of uncertainty vanished with the first touch of his mouth on hers and it took that passerby’s succinct remark to remind Charlotte they were still on the street.  She had been so immersed in the pleasure of his kiss, so startled with the way her arousal spiked from the small sting of his bite on her lip followed by the titillating, soothing caress of his tongue, she forgot where they were.  Out of her element, she released a sigh of gratitude when he eased the awkward moment with a deep chuckle that went straight to her toes.
“We’ve got one, right?”
“Yes, right.  In here.”  She nodded toward the front double glass doors to the hotel then took a deep, courage building breath when he took her hand again and led her inside.  She found his take charge attitude oddly liberating, freeing her to concentrate on the pleasure his body promised if the feel of his erection was any indication to go by.  Heart tripping with excitement and a lingering sense of surrealism, she still managed to make sure the desk clerk as well as the doorman saw them enter together.
If he didn’t have such a tight clasp of her hand, she would find his silence unnerving as they crossed the spacious lobby.  He didn’t look happy about getting her naked, in fact, as they stepped into the elevator, he had the look of a man facing a firing squad.  A quick glance down at his crotch proved he still wanted her, which helped a little, but not enough.  After all, he was a guy about to get laid without putting out much effort or having to worry over unwanted expectations afterward.  She didn’t want to, but she would feel better if she offered him a last- minute reprieve.  She didn’t want anyone who didn’t want her, at least a little.
“If you’ve changed your mind, or aren’t sure….”
Her low, shaken voice ripped through his irritation and had Wes pinning her between his legs with an arm banded around her lower back, slapping his other hand on the Stop button before he gave her one last chance to back out.  “Be sure this is what you want, because the first time is going to be hard and fast.”
“The first time?” she squeaked, never imagining he’d stay longer than it took to do the deed.
That innocent comeback had a part of him wanting to goad her into calling a stop to this, force her to realize what a foolish and unsafe endeavor she’d embarked on.  But another part, the one pressing against his zipper with painful insistence, wanted to see this through, wanted to give her what she’d been missing, and then some.        
“Did I mention I insist on being in charge?  Like this.”  He took her mouth again, his assault deep and hard, her response quick and eager.  Slipping his hand under her skirt, he caressed up her smooth thigh until he reached a surprisingly full, soft buttock.  With his mouth glued to hers, he kept her busy with his tongue as he delved inside her panties and lowered them to just below her ass.  Then got her attention with a hard swat on one buttock.
Surprise more than the sudden sting from his slap had Charlotte jerking her head back, the warmth spreading over her cheek matching that covering her face.  “What was that for?” she asked, praying her voice didn’t reveal the shocking pleasure spreading from her tingling butt down to her sheath.
“A little example of what I’ll do if you don’t give me the control I’ll insist on when we get to your room.  Think hard and fast-what the hell is your name?”
She couldn’t help it.  She giggled like a teenager on her first date instead of a grown woman about to have raunchy sex with a complete stranger.  “Charlie,” she told him, liking the sound of her abbreviated name, and liking him, gruff exterior and all.
Pressing the Start button on the elevator panel, he responded with a wry grin tugging the corners of his mouth.  “I’m Wes, and,” he squeezed the buttock he slapped, “if you don’t want those doors to open on your exposed, red ass, I suggest you answer me.  Fast.”
Charlotte could think of only one way to respond to the rough urgency she heard in his voice, the same rough urgency spreading through her, brought on by that stimulating smack and threatening to send her spinning out of control soon.  “Yes, I’m sure.”



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