About THE DUKE AND THE DOMINA:
He’s poor. She’s rich.
He’s a sub. She’s a switch.
It’s not love.
It’s a marriage of Kink-venience.
Grayson Locke Danforth, in his wildest of dreams, never
expected two things.
The first was to be recalled from India by Queen Victoria where
he worked for the quiet purposes of the crown. He must now become the Duke of
Warrick after the tragic deaths of his father and brothers. However, tragedy is
entirely in the eyes of the beholder, and Grayson doesn’t want the title, or to
return to what remains of his family. Grayson wants to remain invisible, an
outcast, a man in exile for the way his body and mind behave and the secrets he
needs to keep.
The second thing he never expected was to be forced into
marriage to a woman from the twenty-first century.
Lulu is no mere woman, however. She’s a switch who works as a
professional Dominatrix—at least, she did. When she wakes up in a strange
house, a strange world, a strange body, she isn't quite sure what to think and
is certain she’s dreaming. She has less than a day to gain her bearings and
make a decision that will dictate the rest of her life in this world—whether or
not to marry this beautiful stranger.
As Lulu and Grayson attempt to begin a life together, she
discovers the true reason why this man is a stranger to his family. She can
only hope she can persuade Grayson to accept who she is, and who he was born to
be, before he forces her out of his life in order to maintain his well-kept
secrets.
Trust doesn’t come easily to either of them, but it’s the only
thing they have.
Grayson will have to give in to his need to submit in order to
get his wife to open up and allow him to possess her fully in return.
It’s a cautious dance between two people who have never known
how to trust, or love.
The corset tightened, and Grayson let out his last breath of
freedom, finally at ease. Corsets were popular with the men of Victorian
society, but the reason he wore a corset was different from the rest. For them
it was vanity, a softness of the waist, or a straighter posture. But for him?
He had no need for help with posture or waistline. His structure was not at
issue.
Grayson needed the binding and the constriction, the pain of
the tension and the relief when it released.
Grayson breathed against the steel bones, letting them pinch as
he watched the process in the cheval mirror. If he took a deep enough breath,
if he held it long enough then shifted, he could bruise his skin where the
boning crossed his ribs.
He put his hands against the front of the corset and breathed
again, waiting for as long as he could before exhaling, then he used his
muscles to prolong that feeling.
The pinch. The burn. The
release.
Then he nodded to his valet in the mirror’s reflection, and his
shirt was brought to him. Then his waistcoat.
Grayson wasn’t looking forward to today. It took everything in
him to not run, leave Britain, and return to India—his home. It’s where he felt
safest. Here in England, a country he’d wished to never see again, he was
constantly on edge. Terrified he would be discovered. There was too much
scrutiny here, particularly for a man like him.
The fact that chance or fate or whatever machination would take
his father and brothers without warning, without so much as an inkling, was
beyond cruel. That today he was to meet the woman his father had contracted for
his oldest brother, the woman he would marry, the woman who was now to become
his duchess, was beyond him. Grayson couldn’t fathom marriage to anyone, but to
a society miss? The daughter of a duke? A highborn lady who would expect
certain things from him? This was truly unfathomable.
This woman would be in his life and in his house. It would be
impossible to escape her. The fact that he was an honorable man never rankled
more than it did now. Honor was all he truly had, when the rest of him was…what
he was, and he would be forced to hide who he was even in his own house, where
he slept.
To live out his greatest fear in life, to be a man of society,
a husband, a father, a proper gentleman—he choked suddenly and leaned over, his
breath stolen from him. He rested his hands on his knees at the thought,
attempting to catch his breath as the corset bit into his lower abdomen.
“Too tight, Your Grace?” Rakshan asked as he held Grayson’s
jacket.
Grayson lifted one hand and waved him off, unable to voice an
answer. Breathing in through his nose, he stood tall again then pushed his arms
back behind him. Rakshan slid his coat up his arms then yanked the tail,
straightened the shoulders, walked in front of him, and buttoned him up. Then
he pulled the brush from the dressing table and slid it across his chest,
shoulders, and back.
Grayson closed his eyes and settled into the calm of the
movements on him. He would need to take that calm with him today to meet the
woman he would marry. The future Duchess of Warrick, his dead brother’s
fiancée, the woman who would prevent him from ever being himself.
He may not miss his family for the reasons people believed he
should, but miss them he did, because they were all that had prevented him from
becoming who he now had to be.
The Warrick.
THIS IS THE FULLY
ILLUSTRATED VERSION WITH NEARLY 100 PHOTOGRAPHIC IMAGES
Buy links:
(The
Duke and the Domina is exclusive available on iTunes and will be available at
other e-retailers on June 22nd.)
Meet Jenn:
Colorado. Canon. Curls.
CJs. Chuck Norris.
Born and raised in this beautiful state —very nearly with a
camera in hand— I never left. I started my own family, got used to the curls,
went to college, built a CJ, started a business, and totally beat the daylights
out of Chuck Norris, all with a camera in hand.
Spending my days in parenting chat rooms I got highly adept
with one-handed typing and I can still type just about as fast with one hand as
I can with two. It’s a great talent to have when engrossed in a scene and in
need of a hit of caffeine.
Once I finished my first novel I quickly realized: I was born a
photographer.
From the realization that someone ELSE would be shooting the
cover of MY book my control-freak took over. What started as an easy cover
shoot ballooned into this ground-breaking new kind of media, designed
specifically for digital book readers. The
Illustrated Romance.
I live and thrive off chaos and the constant flow of the
creative process. I wear shorts and flip-flops year-round —much to the chagrin
of my friends and family.
The images from my book started a ruckus, and from there,
#StudioSmexy was born, I’ve since shot over 1,000 romance novel covers, and
currently shoot custom images for very special clients.
Links:
GIVEAWAY DETAILS:
Jenn is giving away a set of the
Lords of Time series (non-illustrated versions): THE RAKE AND THE RECLUSE, THE
DUKE AND THE BARON and THE DUKE AND THE DOMINA.
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