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Here's a snippet from my lastest release, Ribboned:
Ribboned (Red Velvet Christmas) by Megan Slayer
Number in Series: 5
Genres: Erotic Romance, Novella, BDSM
Themes: Elves, Dragons and Magical Creatures, Christmas
Ribbons aren’t just for decorating anymore.
Daria Elf never expected to be moved to the velvet ribbon department right before Christmas. She also never expected her boss to be the object of her wettest fantasies. Can she keep her cool, or will she end up on Raven's Naughty List?
Raven Elf has his sights set on Daria. He wants her for his department, his bed and bound in his thick velvet ribbons. He'll get his girl, but the hard part is convincing her that their connection is meant to last.
Available here: http://changelingpress.com/product.php?&upt=book&ubid=2157
AllRomance Ebooks: https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-ribbonedredvelvetchristmas-1366175-147.html
And now a hot excerpt!!
She clicked the handle and eased the door open. There, in all his red-and-green, towering glory, stood Raven. His blue eyes blazed and a grimace marred his face. “You were summoned ten minutes ago. Where have you been?” He folded his muscle-corded arms. “Hmm?”
His gravelly voice drew a shiver from deep in her being. She cleared her throat. No way she’d let him scare her -- not yet. “Once I picked my jaw up off the floor, I ran right down here.” And worked up her courage to talk to him. She rested her hands on her hips. “I thought maybe Santa was in the nog again and made a mistake.”
Raven stepped toward her. Unlike the rest of the elves, he didn’t wear a hat. His dark hair slid over his brow, obscuring her view of his eyes. “This request is very real and binding.” His voice dropped to a growl on the last word.
Her heart and brain warred. Working in the ribbon room was a year-round commitment. Unlike those in the other parts of the Christmas plant, the people who worked with Raven didn’t seem to have much of a social life. Then again, did she recall anyone admitting they worked with him? Looking at the strapping elf in front of her, she wondered if it was the binding part of the job that scared people.
Raven was the stuff of rumor and innuendo. He didn’t just use his ribbon for package decoration or house décor -- he dabbled in BDSM and used the velvety strips to bind his lovers. Her body tingled. Would he wrap her in nothing but his ribbons? Make her scream his name? Oh, holy night, she hoped so.
“I’m willing to take on the standard hitch down here,” she said, praying her voice hadn’t wobbled.
“Perfect.” His eyes glittered and a small smile curled on his lips. “Absolutely perfect.”
* * *
Raven widened his stance and drank in the sight of the tiny elf. She had no idea what the frost she’d gotten herself into. He suppressed a bigger grin. He loved newbies, especially ones with soft brown hair and crimson lips. His cock twitched behind the buttons of his pants. Something about her screamed innocence. She didn’t know how pretty she was. His jacket suffocated him. Pine nuts. Few women affected him, but she brought the arousal from deep in his soul.
Little did the faux-fur-wearing minx know just how binding the ribbon room could be.
“This is the Ribbon Room.” He put one arm around her shoulders and guided her to one of the three chairs in the room. “I prefer to work alone, but this year the requests for red velvet ribbon are on the rise. Santa agreed to my request for help.” He sat her down on the plush black velvet chair. “You.”
How’d she like that little revelation?
“Me?” she squeaked and stared at him. “I don’t know anything about ribbons other than they belong on presents.”
“I’ll train you.” In every way he knew how. “We’ll be working tonight until the wee hours. Can you manage?” Could she take the strain of working with him?
“Yes, sir.” She smiled and gave him a mock salute. “You tell me what to do and I’ll do it as best I can.”
Yes, she would.
copyright Megan Slayer 2013