Poppy Flynn’s new book, Fears Whisper, is sizzling and bound to keep you warm for the Christmas holidays! Jump right in and check it out!
Charlotte Chapman and Jake Blackwood keep getting thrown together. After twelve years of crushing on the hot businessman she first met as a student at University, Charlotte is more than prepared to see how things progress, but Jake keeps getting cold feet.
When he walks away for the second time, Charlotte decides to explore the BDSM lifestyle that he keeps throwing up as a barrier. But because of a terrible past experience, Jake misinterprets travel journalist Charlotte’s interest and believes she is out to scoop a news story at the expense of him and his newly acquired club.
Can she convince him of the truth or will this be the end of what was beginning to be a beautiful relationship at last?
Publisher’s Note: Graphic scenes and power exchange are a part of this steamy love story. If that is not to your liking, please do not read it.
Teaser!
Charlotte was wondering if her knees would ever be the same again.
She and the rest of the trainee subs had been practicing basic positions, and the foremost of those had been kneeling—kneeling with her back straight and knees apart, with her raised palms resting on her thighs, kneeling with her knees together and her wrists crossed behind her back, kneeling while bent forwards with her forehead pressed to the ground. Standing from kneeling positions, kneeling from standing positions.
Thank the goddesses she had been allowed to take her shoes off and that Micah had been there to help her. Eventually, she was assured, she’d be able to manage all of them easily and unassisted.
Right now, Charlotte was absolutely certain she knew what a piece of origami felt like. She was that origami. People origami. She knew it was possible. She’d lived it!
Desi had once joked to her about a girl at her company who had bent herself up into what Desi had titled the ‘human pretzel position’ while trying to show off her assets to the Blackwood cousins. Yeah, Charlotte was pretty sure that girl had probably taken some pointers from this place. They definitely knew all about human pretzels.
She’d also been given a whole bunch of stretching exercises to practice, twice a day, which apparently would help gain the suppleness and grace required to achieve the necessary precision.
Charlotte reckoned she could probably cancel her gym membership if this panned out, ’cause she sure as heck wasn’t going to need it! Already, her legs felt like overcooked noodles and she just knew her muscles were going to ache like crazy, tomorrow, and probably for longer than that. Jeez, she was glutton for punishment, and this wasn’t exactly the kind she’d had in mind when she undertook this challenge. She was aching and sweaty and, so far, for all the wrong reasons, quite frankly!
When Micah helped her up for the last time that evening, Charlotte only hoped she could manage to leave the building without looking like she was obviously bandy-legged and hobbling as if she was doing an impression of a saddle-sore John Wayne trying to walk through quicksand. The thought of a nice hot bubble bath had never held more appeal.
The following week, she dressed in shiny lycra boy shorts and a comfortable cropped vest top. Sod looking fancy, tonight, she was definitely aiming for comfortable. She just knew they were going to have to demonstrate all those damn kneeling positions again, and she had stretched and practiced, religiously, every single day, in an effort not to look like a complete dork. Of course, she had to use the back of a chair to manage the ups and downs, but hopefully, assistance would still be acceptable at this early stage…and no shoes. She was pretty sure it was impossible with heels, anyway!
And demonstrate, they did. Charlotte breathed a sigh of relief that all her preparations had paid off to some extent. Micah seemed to think so, at least, and he was effusive in his praise.
“Excellent job, Cha-Cha!” He grinned as she attempted her first solo kneel from a standing position and even managed it with a certain amount of grace.
Charlotte felt like a little girl who had just been rewarded with a lollipop, especially when a couple of the other trainees gave her a little clap.
“You’re obviously a natural,” Micah enthused.
Ha! Natural, my ass, Charlotte thought. It was pure hard-work that had gotten her this far, though she chose not to correct the misconception.
Author Bio
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, 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.”
Poppy x
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