I’m excited to have Livia Grant with me today sharing her newest release Infamous Love. I’m a big fan of Livia’s writing, and have yet to dislike any of her work. The talent is strong with this one- sorry, there’s been a lot of Star Wars talk around my house the past few days! Ok, ignore me, and check out this HOT book she’s released, and it’s a prequel which means there’s a lot more hotness heading our way!!
A Black Light Prequel
By Livia Grant
When curvy grad student Emma Fischer is stranded in the south of France, she’s short on cash and unable to speak French. The last people she expects to come to her aide at the train station are two high-demand fashion models in France for a photo shoot. Sparks fly between the threesome as they speed towards Paris in their private car.
Emma gets on the train a girl, but the intimate time spent in the dominant men’s arms over one hot weekend turns her into a woman. Walking away from her lovers to return to her average life in Wisconsin is one of the hardest things she’s ever done.
Jaxson Davidson and Chase Cartwright have been best friends and business partners for years. As A-list models they are treated like royalty wherever they go, by everyone they meet, which is why their down-to-earth submissive grad student, Emma, is something special. The men have been seeking a way to turn their friendship into a romance, and Emma is the perfect missing ingredient to make that happen.
Can a romance that started as a fun summer fling turn into something long lasting for the trio? Will Jaxson’s powerful father ruin their chance at their own happily ever after? Find out this and more in this sexy, exciting ménage novel where love might really be the only thing more powerful than the paparazzi.
Publisher’s Note: Infamous Love is a M/m/f erotic ménage romance meant for adult audiences only.
“Emma, I owe you an apology about the lists. I was wrong to jump to conclusions and I’m sorry about that. I’m even sorry that I didn’t pick up on how stressed you were getting, but…”
Sweet relief. He’d apologized. It meant so much to her that he’d admit when he was wrong. She had just started to catch her breath when the sharp edge to his voice returned, anger flaring hot in his eyes.
“But I’m pretty sure I’ve made it very clear that I will not allow you to put yourself down or call yourself names. If you have insecurities or concerns, you bring them to us and we’ll talk through them. We don’t hide them under the rug or worse yet, slap a layer of makeup and new wardrobe on and think it’s gonna fix anything. Trust me on this. That’s a slippery slope.”
Her anger was ebbing, the adrenalin in her bloodstream diluting. In its wake was fear. Fear of being ridiculed. Worse yet, publicly judged. But she’d given it lots of thought and the only thing she could think of that was worse than being crucified by the media was being alone again after sampling how joyous life could be in the arms of not one, but two remarkable men. She knew with every fiber of her being that she’d regret it for the rest of her life if she let them leave Madison without her.
But that meant she was actually going to have to leave the safety of the attic. It also meant she was going to have to apologize to the angry man in front of her. Not for her outburst. Not even for her feelings of inadequacy, but for not trusting him to listen to her worries.
“Fine. I’m sorry I yelled at you.”
“Seriously? That’s all you’ve got?”
She knew what he was waiting for, but she also knew she’d been punished for saying much less before. She could feel the skin on her ass tingling in anticipation of the spanking she knew was in her near future.
“Alright, maybe I should have told you how scared shitless I am to leave the house with you. That I’m pretty sure people will burst out laughing when they see you with me. How social media is going to light up. We’ll be trending on Twitter within an hour and the focus of a scathing TMZ exposé within twenty-four hours.”
Shut the fuck up, Emma. You’re making it worse.
The scowl on Jaxson’s face turned darker as he stepped up to sandwich her between the two men. His hands squeezed her biceps as Chase’s fingers dug into her hips, each holding her stationary.
“Look at me, Emma.”
She’d trained her eyes on his adam’s apple directly in front of her to avoid seeing the disappointment in his eyes.
“Now, Emma.” His order had her snapping to attention.
She’d expected anger, but she saw a sadness in Jax’s eyes. She held her breath waiting for him to bust her for putting herself down.
“I owe you another apology. I was so happy to just hide out for a while that it didn’t dawn on me that you were afraid to leave. I’ll fix that tomorrow. We’re gonna tackle that list of yours together and by the end of the day, you’ll know that all of your fears were unfounded.”
She was smart enough not to laugh at what was surely a joke. It was a good thing too since his next words were scary enough.
“Now what do you think is going to happen next?”
She held her breath, afraid to say the words.
“Emma, answer me. What happens when you put yourself down?”
Her answer was barely audible. “You spank me.”
“No. I spanked you the last time. I see it didn’t take.”
This was not good. What was worse than a spanking?
“Chase, go grab some rope and the wooden paddle. Emma is about to get her first paddling. We’ll see if that makes a more lasting impression on our girl.”
Emma’s legs felt wobbly under her as Chase released her and stepped away to follow Jaxson’s order. He was back entirely too fast. She snuck a glance up at her Dom and saw his jaw locked with determination.
This was very bad. Her heart raced with fear, guilt and excitement. How she could be excited to feel the paddle was a mystery, but the vibration in her pussy could not be denied.
Jaxson released her left arm and pulled her back towards the desk in front of the lone window. He turned her to face the flat surface and stripped her of her old terry robe, leaving her naked. The desk lamp illuminated her heavy breasts for any passer-by coming home late from a night of partying.
The touch of his palm pressing her to lean over the back of the straight-backed chair gave a brief relief to hide from voyeurs, until she saw Chase kneeling on one side of the chair and Jax on the other, each securing her hands to the front legs. She was able to grasp onto the side rungs of the chair, but her lower tummy then pressed into the top of backrest uncomfortably.
She truly panicked as they pulled her legs wide to the outside of the chair, securing her ankles to the back legs and rendering her incapacitated. They worked silently, solemn in their solidarity to teach her a lesson. She thought about begging them to stop. About apologizing. But she knew it would do no good. Hell, she wasn’t even sure if yelling puppies, her safeword, would get her out of the punishment coming.
USA Today Bestselling author Livia Grant lives in Chicago with her husband and two sons… one a teenager, the other a furry rescue dog named Max. She is blessed to have traveled extensively and as much as she loves to visit places around the globe, the Midwest and its changing seasons will always be home. Livia started writing when she felt like she finally had the life experience to write a riveting story that she hopes her readers won’t be able to put down. Livia’s fans appreciate her deep character driven plots, often rooted in an ensemble cast where the friendships are as important as the romance… well, almost.
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