Title: Soldier Boy, Book 2 in Tales of Pandora
Author: K.D. McLean
Release date: May 2013
Genre: Romance with Erotica
Age Group: Adult
Enticing Dominatrix’s frosty heart melts in the lap of cocky Soldier Boy.
Nancy Barton, MD, is an intelligent, beautiful woman in control. She’s 39, single, and emotionally reserved - some colleagues have nicknamed her “Doctor Ice Queen”.
They don’t know about her other, hidden life. Where she is Mistress Nancy, Dominatrix. At the adult club Pandora’s, men yearn to kneel before her. She is free to unleash passion while shielding her heart.
Until war vet Terry Carpenter joins the club.
His mission- fulfill his newly discovered cravings. For him, Nancy is a fantasy come true.
This rascal, this Soldier Boy incinerates her defenses. For the first time in her life, love blooms. Just as she surrenders heart, a claim from Terry’s past shatters it.
Still holding his friend’s hand, Leon looked at her. “How well do you know him?”
“Not as well as you do- we’ve only met recently and yesterday was the first time we spent any time together.”
“I see. Is it safe to say that you two didn’t spend a lot of time getting to know each other?”
She set her mouth and disengaged her hand from Leon’s. Friend or not, this conversation was about two questions away from becoming even more embarrassing. What did she know about Terry? Something about wanting to become a student or something. He was in some kind of car accident. Other than that… not much. Except he’s gorgeous. And that she was so attracted to him it scared her. It was …visceral.
She sighed. “It’s a different process, Leon. They don’t call it alternative sexuality for nothing. We met, we agreed on limits and parameters, and we had a … ‘session’, and Terry got hurt.” She set her mouth and looked up at Leon. “And here we are.”
“Fear of the unknown is the worst sort of fear, Nancy. The monster in the closet is always the scariest.”
“Leon, I’m so scared!” a tear, just one, popped out of her eye and rolled an inch or two.
“No sweat, Nancy. Not a problem. I’ll tell you something about my patient. Just this one thing, though.”
“What?”
“Terry.”
“What about him?”
“He’s brave enough for both of you.”
The Story of Rachel, Book 1 in Tales of Pandora
Rachel Collins is praying. And not for world peace. Thirty six years old and single, her prayer is self-centered. "Kill me now, Lord," she pleads during her latest attempt to meet Mr. Right via the internet.
She’s not hoping for a billionaire or even a millionaire, just a guy who can strike a spark to her tinder! Is she asking too much? She's a great gal! Just ask her parents! She might be a bit naive about some things, but capable enough- she's a correspondent for a major magazine, after all. So there!
On assignment she meets Michael, 42 years old, also a writer. The attraction is immediate and intense. Rachel, who sees vanilla as only a baking ingredient, enchants him. Michael can whip up some pretty hot delights himself, outside of the kitchen. He introduces a curious Rachel to powerful experiences of sensuality. Her sense of propriety engages in a running battle with her now sparked desires.
Michael is an excellent cook and knows how to turn up the heat. Sampling the flavors offered, Rachel experiences humorous hiccups. On a date, Michael ramps up the risqué, resulting in a memorable skirt swirling salsa dance. Rachel's "What the hell, I ain't getting any younger" attitude spurs Michael to take her to the exclusive, adults only club Pandora's. Here, Rachel witnesses even more variations of earthly delights, and begins a lifelong friendship with another guest.
Michael is a realist, convinced that within 90 days, his affair with Rachel will be but another painful memory of loss. He is neither willing nor able to yell 'Geronimo' and fall for her. He can't, and that's that.
Maybe he should just get a damn dog.
This modern, urban, grown up love story is a recipe –three cups romance and one cup of slapdash humor. Blend in spices of eroticism, and beat until smooth.
She’s not hoping for a billionaire or even a millionaire, just a guy who can strike a spark to her tinder! Is she asking too much? She's a great gal! Just ask her parents! She might be a bit naive about some things, but capable enough- she's a correspondent for a major magazine, after all. So there!
On assignment she meets Michael, 42 years old, also a writer. The attraction is immediate and intense. Rachel, who sees vanilla as only a baking ingredient, enchants him. Michael can whip up some pretty hot delights himself, outside of the kitchen. He introduces a curious Rachel to powerful experiences of sensuality. Her sense of propriety engages in a running battle with her now sparked desires.
Michael is an excellent cook and knows how to turn up the heat. Sampling the flavors offered, Rachel experiences humorous hiccups. On a date, Michael ramps up the risqué, resulting in a memorable skirt swirling salsa dance. Rachel's "What the hell, I ain't getting any younger" attitude spurs Michael to take her to the exclusive, adults only club Pandora's. Here, Rachel witnesses even more variations of earthly delights, and begins a lifelong friendship with another guest.
Michael is a realist, convinced that within 90 days, his affair with Rachel will be but another painful memory of loss. He is neither willing nor able to yell 'Geronimo' and fall for her. He can't, and that's that.
Maybe he should just get a damn dog.
This modern, urban, grown up love story is a recipe –three cups romance and one cup of slapdash humor. Blend in spices of eroticism, and beat until smooth.
Like the song says, ‘You can’t hurry love… you have to trust and give it time…” is absolutely true. KD McLean and Des Torres both thought their shot at love was over when they were each in their fifties and single. Very single…
Then they met. Who would have thought that the same butterflies you had at 16 can hit you when your KIDS are in their twenties? What a wonderful second chance- to find a soul mate who not only shares your dreams and hopes, but rolls up their sleeves to pitch in building them to fruition right beside you.
Living the dream? If that’s doing work you love with someone just as excited about what you do as you are, then yes, it’s livin’ the dream- even if you still need to do the damn dishes. Or walk the dog. Which is easy when you’re able to walk your pug Ruby along the shore of Lake Ontario with your dream guy holding your hand.
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Twitter: @KatieMcLean18
2 comments:
Congratulations Ms. Katie!! And Thank you for this giveaway!
Thanks for the giveaway. Books sound great Katie :)
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