The amazing Evelise Archer is here to share with us a little about her latest book Tiara's Golden Submission.
An avid
reader and story teller, wife, mother and educator, Evelise is living her dream
with her loving husband, dog, and three children who visit often. Fueled by
desire for a strong cup of coffee and a passion for literature, Evelise can be
found reading her favorite books on her e-reader or in front of her lap top
spinning her next erotic M/M tale.
If you have any questions for Evelise I know she would love to hear from you.
Amazon Author Page: http://goo.gl/O9MqZJ
50 and loving it. Can Tiara find her submission again? Will Julian
lose the only woman he has ever loved?#GoldenYears #decadentpub
On the cusp of turning fifty, Tiara, a submissive without a
Dom or husband, desired to return to the lifestyle. Placing her destiny in the
hands of Madame Eve and the 1Night Stand Service, will Tiara find all that she
seeks? Or will a past love interfere with her future plans?
Buy Links
Google: https://play.google.com/store/books/details/Evelise_Archer_Tiara_s_Golden_Submission?id=G0z2BgAAQBAJ
Excerpt
“You still got it, girl.” Admiring her lithe
and toned body in the full-length mirror, she donned the silk robe left on a
hook.
She folded and stowed her costume on the
chair so when she returned to the bathroom it would be readily available.
Stepping into the dimly lit hallway, Tiara followed the recessed lighting
located in the floor to where a DM stood ramrod straight, muscular arms crossed
over his chest.
“You may enter.” He held the door open for
her and followed her in. “Please remember to utilize your safewords, if
necessary. Yellow to slow down and red to stop. If at any time you feel
unsettled or unsafe, this button will send a signal to me, and I will enter
immediately to stop all play. Do you understand?” The DM pointed to the panic
button.
“Yes, I understand.”
“Enjoy.” Without a glance backwards, the
imposing DM vacated the room. Stripping off her robe, she folded and left it on
a chair for later.
The walls of the Doctor’s Office were a pale
pink with brown accents. Her eyes were drawn to the intricate examining table
with fur-lined stirrups at the base. The table appeared to be disjointed to
allow for adjustable angles. She ran her fingers along the wardrobe cabinet,
dark cherrywood sanded smooth to the touch. A queen-size bed, also dark wood,
sat in the far corner. She stood at parade rest, eyes downcast.
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