Black Light: Brave (Black Light #16)
By Maren Smith
Published by Black Collar Press
Published by Black Collar Press
Release Date: March 11, 2020
Cover Reveal: March
4, 2020
Cover Design by: Eris
Adderly
Go Live Price: 4.99
Genre: Contemporary
BDSM
It started with
Piggy. It escalated with Kitty. It ends with Puppy.
For almost a year, Ethen O’Dowell has been locked behind
bars and yet Puppy is far from free. A legal ward of her parents, she shares
her bedroom with Pony, the only part of her old, submissive life that she has
left... apart from the guilt, the fear, and the weekly punishments Ethen dishes
out every time they visit him. Escape is all Puppy dreams about. Escape and
somehow finding the courage to once more become the person she used to
be--someone who lived life on her own terms and never let herself be afraid.
Sadly, those days are long over, and as the old saying goes, there’s just no
getting them back again. Or is there?
It’s a dead night at Black Light when ex-military man
Carlson Garvey decides all he wants is a quiet drink and some downtime to
practice his Shibari. What he isn’t expecting is the petite brunette who plops
down at his table, squeaks out a terrified hello, and promptly flees again.
There’s a story here and although he doesn’t know it, Carlson doesn’t need to.
He recognizes a broken soul when he sees one.
Sometimes the only thing a broken person needs is the right
Dom willing to intervene.
“Do you want me to stop?” he repeated himself.
Heaven help her.
“N-no, Sir,” she gasped.
Tipping his head, slowly he said, “Don’t call me that again. Not unless you want me to take that role. It’s Carlson. Just Carlson. Do you understand?”
God, why couldn’t she have found someone like this instead of Ethen all those years ago?
Let go, she told her hands. If she let go of, then eventually Carlson would too. They’d untwine. Their time here would end and who knows if he’d ever invite her to sit with him again, because she was inappropriate and messed up, and God, but she just couldn’t make her fingers release him. Not anymore than she could make herself stop trembling, or blink back the rush of her tears now spilling freely down her cheeks.
And yet the worst was still to come, because when she opened her mouth to apologize, what came pouring out was every bit as unstoppable as those awful burning tears.
“I’m not allowed to leave the house, so I sit in the tub. I lost my job a year ago, and now I live with my mother. If I tried to get my coat, Pony wouldn’t have let me come tonight and I had to get out of there. I had to! He’s punishing us again, because of me, and I’m sorry. I’m just so sorry. Please.” She needed to let him go, and yet her fists only tightened their grip on the sleeves of his shirt. “Please, Sir, don’t stop.”
She didn’t sound sane, even to herself. That he didn’t immediately dump her off his lap, with an appalled, ‘Jesus, lady,’ as he quickly walked away, would forever be a miracle in her mind.
“I told you not to call me that.” But instead of pushing her away, Carlson pulled her closer, embracing her with the kind of strength she only wished she had.
“I’m sorry,” she sobbed.
“Maybe, but probably only half as sorry as you’re going to be. This isn’t the way it’s done,” he said, holding her tight. “You want a sir? Well, you’ve got one now.”
Heaven help her.
“N-no, Sir,” she gasped.
Tipping his head, slowly he said, “Don’t call me that again. Not unless you want me to take that role. It’s Carlson. Just Carlson. Do you understand?”
God, why couldn’t she have found someone like this instead of Ethen all those years ago?
Let go, she told her hands. If she let go of, then eventually Carlson would too. They’d untwine. Their time here would end and who knows if he’d ever invite her to sit with him again, because she was inappropriate and messed up, and God, but she just couldn’t make her fingers release him. Not anymore than she could make herself stop trembling, or blink back the rush of her tears now spilling freely down her cheeks.
And yet the worst was still to come, because when she opened her mouth to apologize, what came pouring out was every bit as unstoppable as those awful burning tears.
“I’m not allowed to leave the house, so I sit in the tub. I lost my job a year ago, and now I live with my mother. If I tried to get my coat, Pony wouldn’t have let me come tonight and I had to get out of there. I had to! He’s punishing us again, because of me, and I’m sorry. I’m just so sorry. Please.” She needed to let him go, and yet her fists only tightened their grip on the sleeves of his shirt. “Please, Sir, don’t stop.”
She didn’t sound sane, even to herself. That he didn’t immediately dump her off his lap, with an appalled, ‘Jesus, lady,’ as he quickly walked away, would forever be a miracle in her mind.
“I told you not to call me that.” But instead of pushing her away, Carlson pulled her closer, embracing her with the kind of strength she only wished she had.
“I’m sorry,” she sobbed.
“Maybe, but probably only half as sorry as you’re going to be. This isn’t the way it’s done,” he said, holding her tight. “You want a sir? Well, you’ve got one now.”
Author Bio and Contact Info:
Maren Smith:
Fortunate enough to live with my Daddy Dom, I am a Little,
coffee whore, pain slut, administrator at two of my local BDSM dungeons,
resident of the wilds of freakin' Kansas (still don't know how I ended up here)
and submissive to the love of my life. An International and USA Bestselling
Author, I have penned more than 150 novels, novellas and short stories, and am
the author of the Masters of the Castle series.
I also write under the names of Denise Hall, Darla Phelps,
and Penny Alley.
Visit Maren Smith's blog here: http://badgirlscorner.blog
Follow me on Twitter: @authmarensmith
Friend me on Instagram: maren_smith
Black Light Series Information:
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