As a bubbly art student, Daisy Kidde embarked on a BDSM relationship that ended in tears. Eleven years later, she has reinvented herself as the aloof finance director, Desirae Harper. But the past threatens to catch up with her and turn her quiet, reserved world upside down when her company is threatened with a takeover bid, and the dominant Joel Blackwood walks back into her life. Can she resist him? Or will the old Daisy return, threatening her new life?
Today I’m excited to present Poppy Flynn with her new book entitled Fool’s Desire.
Publisher’s Note: This steamy romance contains graphic scenes as well as power exchange. Please do not read it if this is offensive to you.
Here’s an exciting excerpt from the book!
Her entire body and all her facial features were frozen as John introduced her to the room. On the inside, she felt as if she had combusted, felt buffeted by a tsunami of undeniable attraction and lust as her betraying body short-circuited the logic of her higher brain function when it automatically registered and accept the remembered pleasures of her former lover.
“Our CFO, Desirae Harper, will be at the forefront of any negotiations,” she heard him say, as if from a distance, as he gestured towards her and two sets of striking cobalt eyes turned her way.
Desirae couldn’t move, couldn’t speak. With her mind mired in molasses, she vaguely wondered if she might get lucky, as she had with Eric Oliver, but she could see the very second that recognition dawned in Joel’s beautiful eyes.
“Daisy?” he whispered in shock, his face slack and his mouth gaping.
Even though she didn’t—couldn’t—break eye contact with him, she was aware of several things in her peripheral vision. She watched it all as if from a distance, her mind somehow divorced with the reality playing out around her.
John raised his eyebrows and looked between the two of them. His PA raised his head to see what had caused the sudden hush. Connor Griffin straightened and was looking at her with an odd speculation she couldn’t quite decipher, and the catering assistant had uncurled from her human pretzel position and was taking in everything avidly, ready to run it all back to the gossip mill, albeit with a slight frown that she was no longer the center of attention. And Jake, Jake did a double take, let out a gasp that sounded as loud as a gunshot in the silent room and suddenly, without warning, she was in his arms, and he was laughing as he swung her round in a circle and then, almost before she had regained her balance, he crushed her against his wide chest and whooped, “Daisy, Daisy, Daisy Kidde!” as he grinned Cheshire cat wide.
Desirae ran a gamut of emotions in the space of a few seconds. Too many, almost, to acknowledge any of them on an individual basis. There was the inevitable shock, but somehow, no surprise. Her logical brain had known there would always be some percentage of chance that a Blackwood’s presence might occur and her subconscious had been blaring that alert before her awareness could properly make sense of the warning. There was the splintering of unbearable pain so sharp, that after it had sliced through her very last nerve, left her blessedly numb. And there was the beautiful, terrible ache of soul-deep recognition of one lover for another that fought to soften her body in readiness for him, regardless of the battle taking place in her mind. Her head spun and it had nothing to do with Jake Blakewood swinging her round. All of it seemed to happen in time-lapse slow motion, but throughout all the commotion, her eyes remained locked with Joel’s unrelenting gaze.
A little about Poppy…
Poppy Flynn was born in Buckinghamshire, UK and moved to Wales at eight years old with parents who wanted to live the ‘self-sufficiency’ lifestyle.
Today she still lives in rural Wales and is married with six children.
Poppy’s love of reading and writing stemmed from her parents’ encouragement and the fact that they didn’t have a television in the house.
“When you’re surrounded by fields, cows, and sheep, and there are no neighbors, no TV, and the closest tiny village is four miles away, there’s a certain limit to your options, but with books, your adventures and your horizons are endless.”
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