Spotlight on Rawhide: Ace in the Hole, by Desiree Holt

At the very exclusive dungeon, where only those with connections gather to indulge their sexual fantasies, a new twist has been added—a deck of cards. For each Master and sub, the choice of cards from their deck determines their play for the night. Who knows what twists a game of chance can bring. 

Cut the Cards

Kelly LeBlanc was hot and aroused at being selected to be part of a demonstration for Rawhide’s members and guests. A card game for sex? What fun. But then she met the Dom, Tanner Sloat, and she found all her wildest fantasies about to come true. 

Blackjack

He was everything Nia March had ever dreamed about in a Master, and more. And as he took her to levels higher than she’d even been, touching something deep inside her, she wondered if she could protect her heart.

Texas Hold ‘em

Sage Drummond thought she’d never recover from the effects of a relationship filled with cruelty, but she craved the role of sub. When she tentatively dipped her toe in the waters at Rawhide, that last thing she expected to find was a Master who would satisfy her needs as well as heal her heart. Could it last?

Dealer’s Choice

Cade Sullivan was one the most in demand Dom, until a tragedy sent him hiding from the world and out of the D/s life. Working at Rawhide gave Fiona Wilder the urge to try the D/s life. Could she be the key to make Cade forget the past and build a life with a sub that was all his?

Two of a Kind

They each brought their baggage to a night at Rawhide that was supposed to be nothing but fun. A night of intense D/s play. Neither expected the intense connections they made or how it would change their lives.

 

From Cut the Cards:

If Tanner hadn’t come vetted by Reulas, Kelly might have had second thoughts about this. She was very selective with her Doms, but the club owner wouldn’t put her with a man unless he trusted him. Besides, she couldn’t remember the last time she’d felt such a strong sexual pull, such a desire to do anything and everything with anyone, no restrictions.

She smiled at him and waited for him to precede her, following him with her head down and hands clasped behind her back, already in her submissive role. 

The alcove was barely more than a niche in the wall as it curved back toward the hallway. It contained a café table and two chairs and provided a modicum of privacy for two people to conduct their negotiations away from the crowd. Tanner nodded for her to sit, then opened the deck of cards.

“This is a new game to you,” he told her, “so I would like you to make the first choices.”

She took a deep breath, fanned out the cards, and started turning them over.

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But first he had business to take care of. Their manager was leaving due to a family emergency and Clint Chavez, his partner, had searched for a replacement. After whittling down the possibilities to one, tonight Reece would put his stamp of approval on the applicant. Or not.

He knew nothing about the person except it was a female, not all that strange for a fetish club. He knew women often made the best managers. 

“She’s waiting in my office,” Clint told him when Reece came in through the back door. “She apparently got a job working in a club not too long after she graduated college and has worked her way up through the system.”

Reece cocked an eyebrow. “Yeah? Wonder what she majored in to start working the fetish circuit.”

Clint laughed. “She’s got a college degree in business management and I literally stole her from a top private club in Atlanta. You can ask her yourself why she’s doing this instead of working in the corporate world.”

“What would make her leave? Didn’t they pay her well?”

“More than well.” He shook his head. “She was very honest with me. Although she’s a very strong manager, her nature is that of a sexual submissive. She’s just coming out of a long relationship that ended badly and needed a change.”

Reece grunted. “I hope she doesn’t intend to poach on the clients. That could be very bad for our reputation.”

“Don’t worry. She knows the score. She comes highly—and grudgingly—recommended.”

“All right. Let me talk to her, but if you’re sold on her I’m sure she’s fine. India knows she’s supposed to be waiting for me?”

Clint grinned. “Yeah. What a good little subbie she is, waiting on her knees for you for thirty minutes.”

Reece chuckled. “At least I told her she could use a kneeling pad.”

“Yeah. You’re a damn prince. Okay, let’s go talk to the other lady who’s waiting for you.”

Clint opened the door to his office and gestured to the woman sitting in a chair in front of his desk. Reece was halfway inside before she registered with his brain. When she did, he stopped feeling as if he’d just taken a punch to the gut.

Thick masses of auburn curls tumbling past her shoulders framed a heart-shaped face. Hazel eyes that seemed to change color even as he looked at her stared back from beneath thick lashed. A very sedate tailored navy sheath was little camouflage for lush curves. Slim legs were crossed at the knees. Feet encased in navy pumps.

His eyes were drawn again to her face and the full, sensuous lips painted with a soft peach lip gloss. He knew those lips, knew them nearly as well as his own. He’d tasted them often enough in years gone by. As well as the rest of that body. Only then it had belonged to a girl. Now she was a woman and he couldn’t seem to stop staring at her.

And the sudden explosion of emotion shook him to his core. 

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It's A New Monday

The house is empty and I have a ton of work to get done, which is good, because it keeps me from missing the girls—even now, I look at my bare counters and reminisce about all their junk spread where it doesn’t belong. Sigh.

My husband is supposed to be off today, but he has work obligations, so I told him to pretend it’s any other day and not to talk to be before six thirty. Every time he walks into the kitchen and I say hello, he says to pretend he’s not here.

 

So, there is nothing keeping me from doing my work.

 

The group of authors I collaborate with for the Ticket to True Love series is rebranding and relaunching our series. There’s a lot of behind the scenes stuff that went on in order to achieve this relaunch, and now I get to announce everything to my newsletter subscribers, which is exciting. Except it requires me to understand the newsletter interface, which somehow always changes slightly each time I use it.

 

I had to reupload files and a cover and some selling options for my book in the series, Whispers in Washington. That requires a whole lot of technical knowledge that I eventually figure out but isn’t easy to find (at least for me). So I think I did it, but there’s a chance I didn’t.

 

We’re having a Facebook party this weekend to celebrate, and I’m helping to coordinate it, which requires a lot of planning and nagging. Those skills I’m good at, but these people don’t know me quite as well as my usual people whom I nag, so it requires some finesse on my part. 

 

There’s marketing I have to do, a blog I have to write—HI!—and editing I have to get to (especially the edits I remembered last night before I fell asleep). And of course stuff around the house, since a lot that fell by the wayside while getting the girls off to school. Once again, I have to adjust to a schedule that I determine, and isn’t controlled by others. You’d think that would be easy, but without a set time that I know I have to finish by, it’s easy to procrastinate.

 

So here’s to a productive Monday. And no matter what you’re doing, you’re probably doing it more successfully (or at least, getting made fun of less) than I am! J

 

 

Get to Know Kristal Harris

Favorite color:  Red

Favorite Movie:  Under the Tuscan Sun

Favorite Paranormal Author:  Christine Feehan

Favorite ice cream:  Butter Pecan or Mint Choc Chip

Favorite Chocolate:  Dark chocolate

Favorite Candy:  Sea Salt Caramel Chocolate

Favorite Vacation:  Badlands, South Dakota

Favorite Genre Romance:  Historical romance

Favorite female actor:  Kate Winslet

Favorite male actor:  Alexander Skarsgard

Favorite TV shows:  Ancient Aliens, What on Earth, UFO files, The Abandoned, The Unexplained. (I’m a true nerd, and embrace it fully…lol)

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Kristal Dawn Harris is an award-winning, Rone nominated, American romance author. She has been married for 27 years and has two children. Kristal finished a degree from Miami University in Accounting Technology, but quickly realized she preferred words over numbers. She is an avid reader and, in particular, loves darker paranormal romance. Her hobbies include coin collecting, physical fitness, stained-glass art (beginner), poetry, and song writing.

Kristal primarily writes for her publisher, The Wild Rose Press, although it should be noted she has self-released several books. She writes paranormal, fantasy, erotic, as well as contemporary romance in different lengths.

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Vampire and warlock, Roman Lee, spent centuries alone as ringmaster of the carnival. After befriending and healing a scarred, young woman, Roman realizes Mariah is his mate. He waits for her, but when she departs from his life, his torture knows no bounds. Now he's risen, unforgiving and angry, forced from his grave by the one woman who captured his heart, but will another secret and the call of his mate change everything?

The steady call of Roman's blood and the promise of peace brings Mariah Stone home to the carnival and the vampire she left behind. He ignores her until she forces him from the grave with her blood. His anger crushes her already broken spirit, but she is determined to win Roman's forgiveness and free him from their bond. Denied passion leads them down a path of magic and desire, while a devastating secret threatens eternal love.

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Mariah stopped directly over where she knew Roman rested. Her own blood surged in her veins every time she stepped on the worn plank. She tilted her head, listening to the call of his blood and the beat of his heart. Lizzie said he wasn’t feeding as much as he should, so there was one sure way to bring Roman out of his grave. She searched the room for something sharp until her gaze landed on a small, jeweled pocketknife. She grabbed it off the table and pulled the blade out of its slot. It was dull, but it would work.

Mariah placed the small blade against her left palm, then held it over the spot where she knew Roman rested. With one downward swipe, the blade pierced her flesh, opening a one-inch gash. Blood poured from the wound and dripped onto the rough, wooden floor planks. She crouched and held her palm over the crack between the boards, making sure the blood reached Roman. With a deep breath, she gathered her courage as her blood continued to splatter in droplets between the planks. The room seemed to groan, and every trinket vibrated when she finally called to the other half of her soul in a loud, demanding voice. “Rise for me, Roman Lee.”