MAKE The Right Choice. #CHRISTMAS CHOICE @trillium2011
Welcome Trillium to Romance Beckons with her newest book, Christmas Choice.
Trillium believes that BDSM, when practiced in a safe, sane and consensual manner is okay. And she loves writing about women and men who discover who they really are and what’s important to them through intricate “play.”
Whether you’re in a full-blown, hard-core D/s relationship, or limit your experience to occasional play in a local dungeon, you’ll enjoy her stories about people as they experience some aspect of the lifestyle.
Whether you’re in a full-blown, hard-core D/s relationship, or limit your experience to occasional play in a local dungeon, you’ll enjoy her stories about people as they experience some aspect of the lifestyle.
Her first short story, Toni’s Dilemma, was launched by Silver Publishing on December 9, 2011, followed by Ali’s Choice as part of the Touch of Love Anthology in February 2012. The Awakening was released in September 2012.
Now, Toni's Dilemma has been revised and re-released as CHRISTMAS CHOICE.
Now, Toni's Dilemma has been revised and re-released as CHRISTMAS CHOICE.
Blurb
What does her master want her to do? She’s done everything he’s asked of her to earn the submission she’s always craved. Almost everything. Being shared with another man is a soft limit, but one she isn’t ready to cross. Peter has invited Rick, her ex-lover to Christmas dinner. Why? Does he expect her to sleep with him? What will happen to their relationship if she refuses?
Excerpt
Excerpt
She'd been a bookish freelance CPA who handled several corporations in the Philadelphia bedroom community of Harper's Grove when she started dating Peter. She'd taken care to dress conservatively, minimizing her bust line and developing a glare to force straying male eyes back to the business at hand.
Now, as she looked at herself in the mirror, she could no longer see the dowdy accountant. According to her Master’s demands, her curly brunette hair reached her shoulders, her angular face shown with light make-up, and her nails were polished. She never wore less than four-inch heels, and her skirts bordered on obscene. Instead of chiding men for staring at her boobs, she invited a look with low-cut, clingy blouses.
Her master loved to watch his employees ogle her.
She sighed and put her mascara tube down. A long day lay ahead. She didn't want to go back to who she was before Peter uncovered and nurtured her need to be dominated. She'd just have to put on a happy face and get through the day.
She glanced at her neck, still bare of a collar, and slipped on the sapphire earrings he’d given her the night before, and headed to the kitchen.
A few hours later she was emptying the dishwasher when she heard low murmurs from the living room. Taking in a deep breath, she slapped a smile on her face and sashayed into the living room, her braless breasts swaying against her deep blue silk blouse Peter had chosen for her.
Rick had aged, brown hair flecked with gray and deep circles under his brown eyes. His slim body had hardened with the muscles of a soldier. The smile he gave her was warm, if a little bit rueful. He gave her a chaste kiss on her cheek, and then stepped back to look her up and down. "I like the look. You've done wonders with her. She obviously needed an experienced master to take her down to where she needed to go. I hope she’s open to what you have in mind. I’d love to try her out."
What did that mean? She gave a quick glance to Peter.
“Welcome our guest, Toni.” The warning in his tone was clear.
"Good to see you too, Rick. I'm really glad you came back in one piece."
"Would anyone like a drink?" Peter asked. He didn't wait to see who answered but went to the sideboard where the wine sat.
Rick and Toni stared at each other until Rick reached out and pulled her to him, capturing her in a firm embrace that echoed the love they’d shared. "I missed you," he murmured in her hair. She hugged him for a few seconds before she squirmed out of his arms. Her master wouldn’t like her touching her ex too long.
Or would he?
She walked to Peter. "I’m sorry, but I belong to Peter now."
Peter put his fingers under her chin and turned her face to his. "It's Christmas. We should be grateful Rick is home alive. Give the man a kiss. Maybe you’ll like it.”
"But …"
His hand slipped from her chin, down her throat to grasp her breast before moving to her rear. He gave her ass a light squeeze. "Be good or I'll make you take off your panties," he whispered in her ear. He smacked her butt. "Now go, make the soldier feel welcome. I'll check on the turkey."
What was going on? Peter didn't act this way. He wasn't generous with her. It's one of the things she appreciated about their relationship. Peter didn't believe in any of those foolish notions of open relationships or sharing.
Still …
She looked at Rick and took in the new hardness of his muscles and the more determined look on his face. Sex had been good with them. If only he hadn't … She glanced at Peter's retreating back. What was she going to do now?
She glanced at Rick. He'd have to make the first move. She'd do what Peter told her, but she didn't have to like it.
Rick laughed. "Still defiant."
Then he grabbed her, pulled her close, and lowered her mouth to hers.
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