Mia becomes the secretary to the club’s assistant director, blond and broody Richard Booth. Richard is not only one of L.A.’s most beautiful and wealthiest men, he is also the club’s senior dominant. Mia is both drawn and terrified when he reveals flashes of his white-hot passion, threatening an unbound pleasure like no other. She knows her attraction may be her undoing, but the spellbinding feelings render her powerless to resist his advances.
What Mia cannot know is that Enthrall’s dashing director, thirty-year-old Cameron Cole, who is also the club’s psychiatrist, has lured Mia to save his best friend and patient Richard from his obsession with thrill seeking. Cameron masterfully sets up sexy scenarios to ensure the collision of Richard and Mia, hoping that love will save him.
However, despite Cameron’s noble intentions, he also finds himself enticed by Mia’s haunting innocence. Passion and pleasure stir, forming a dangerous love triangle. This is the world of the forbidden. This is the embrace of Enthrall.
Enthrall is about misconceptions – being open-minded enough to admit your misconceptions and being willing to change your view when given new information. Much of the book is about Mia’s misconceptions and how she faces new information (whether she did so voluntarily or was dragged there kicking and screaming) and processes it. Mia enters Enthrall with a host of preconceived notions as to what goes on there, the type of people who work and visit there, and, most importantly, her life and the people in it. As she makes this journey, she is accompanied by Richard, Cameron, and “the girls” whose acceptance of her teaches her that family comes in many forms.
Richard Booth, her master, must make the crucial decision…let her go or give her over to the only man who can her truly subjugate her, Cameron Cole, Director of both Enthrall and the preeminent BDSM manor Chrysalis, and a connoisseur of the dark arts. Cameron’s gift with shaping blossoming submissives will ensure Mia reaches her potential, a destination that may take her too far.
Mia’s choices will lead her to places both within and without that she never dreamed possible.
But when her training is complete, will Cameron be able to return her to Richard, or will her transformation have bewitched him beyond repair?
“POSSESSION IS THE ultimate pleasure,” said Cameron, admiring my nakedness from a few feet away.
Had he spoken those words prior to securing me to the Saint Andrew’s Cross in the center of Chrysalis’s dungeon, I may well have put up more resistance. This free standing crisscrossed board would allow him full access to my body from every angle. He’d seduced and coaxed me to follow him and I’d gladly held his hand all the way down here, taking the short journey from the foyer into the lowest depths of Chrysalis. Passing door after door, each room begged to be investigated, but we’d not stopped to peek in any of them. We’d entered the room at the end of the hallway.
The dungeon of his choice.
Cameron had undressed me and I’d willingly let him, lifting my arms above my head as he’d stripped me. I’d obeyed like a well trained sub as he unhooked my bra strap and removed it. After nudging me back against the fixture, he’d positioned me spread-eagled with my wrists and ankles secured within leather straps. He’d pulled them tight to ensure movement was impossible.
Operatic music bestowed a sensuous backdrop of soprano’s dramatically vying for attention, an extension of this already exotic mood.
That daring decision had led me to this.
Rising from subspace, I opened my eyes as though awakening from a dream. Spellbound, my thoughts spiraled out of control. My body trembled with need and a lust for him to be closer. All I wanted was to have him inside me. That was the only cure I needed. I saw that now.
Five minutes ago, though it could have been longer, I’d been weighing the pros and cons of bolting out the front door and somehow, in true Cameron style, he’d casually led me into his red walled playroom.
I’d walked beside him willingly.
This dungeon was unlike any I’d seen, decorated with the decadence I’d come to expect from him. Several oriental-styled cabinets were flush against each wall and probably contained all sorts of whips, paddles, and other accoutrements. Mirrors and contemporary artwork hung between bronze sconces, providing an ethereal air. Low lights showcased the ceiling fixtures that were perfect for the art of suspension, dangling submissives and leaving them vulnerable, their body’s secured with rope or chains or whatever else the dominant desired. The wonder of floating would ensure they remained in subspace. Sharp hooks were fashioned on the end of some for those with a overly masochistic leaning. I offered a silent prayer he’d never use those on me.
I wondered if, after our session, I’d get to recover on that regal four poster bed with its carved posts. It was artfully strewn with drapes and chains and leather cuffs, just in case the submissive got too comfortable.
Cameron dragged what felt like a whip along my backside, sending spasms into the center of my universe, soothing, luring, seducing me to surrender.
His handsome face came into focus and shadows danced over his beautiful features, his stern stance proving he ruled the room. He held up the whip for me to see.
Cameron had stripped off his jacket and shirt and was now naked from the waist up, his black pants hanging loose over his hips, revealing his muscular sculptured body, that incredible toned torso flexing as he moved.
He snapped the whip. “Are you worthy of this?”
“If you deem me worthy, Sir.”
The strike to my left thigh made me flinch. He continued on, strike after strike, circling my
body with the ease of a predator overwhelming its prey. The stinging left bright red welts and they burned and hummed when his strike left them. The snap of the crop between my thighs made me jump. With his left hand, he eased apart my labia and flicked the leather strap across my clit. I let out a cry, and a groan of need. Working at a steady pace, he snapped it continuously until my moaning hinted I was close. He raised the whip to my pelvic bone and slid it along my abdomen, up and over my nipples.
Satisfied I’d calmed, he again lowered the whip, torturing my pussy once again with the curl of leather, teasing and striking, flicking and patting.
He ceased those delicious strikes, his face reflecting the triumph of masculine control. “Mia, you are soaking wet. Good girl.”
I shuddered when he squeezed my clit between his thumb and forefinger. “Who does this belong to?”
“Well as it’s on my body, I can only assume it belongs to me,” I said. He threw the whip down and disappeared behind me.
Oh no. I really was out of my mind.
Vanessa Fewings is the award-winning author of The Stone Masters Vampire Series. The fourth installment in the series, Bohemian, was released in October. Vanessa is currently writing book two in her erotic novel Enthrall trilogy.
Piper Day’s Ultimate Guide to Avoiding George Clooney is her latest novel. Co-written with Author Christina Cannarella, their fresh and laugh out loud romantic comedy has already garnered a buzz of excitement from readers around the world.
Prior to publishing, Vanessa worked as a registered nurse and midwife. She holds a Masters Degree in Psychology. She has traveled extensively throughout the world and has lived in Germany, Hong Kong, and Cyprus. Born and raised in England, Vanessa now proudly calls herself an American and resides in California with her husband.
Vanessa Fewings is repped by management firm IPG.