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| Catch Me available HERE |
by Jennifer Probst
I first got hooked on
the Decadent 1NS series by a few writers I knew and loved. They had written
some stories and once I read them, I devoured tons of 1NS shorts. They’re hot,
fun, and easy to read in an hour or two.
I was lucky to be able
to introduce my readers to the Steele Brothers – three bad boys in Vegas who
enjoy BDSM and have their own special dates arranged by the mysterious Madame
Eve.
And though quite steamy,
each one is an incredible journey to love.
The boxed set includes
the first in the series, Catch Me. Tara
Denton had to face a lot of demons to get where she is today, and I thought it
would be fun to interview her.
One of my all time favourite questionnaires is
from Inside the Actors Studio. Here we go – take it away Tara!
Me: What turns you on?
Tara: Strength and
kindness in a human being.
Me:
What turns you off?
Tara: Violence
Me: What is
your favourite word?
Tara:
Hope
Me: What is
your least favourite word?
Tara: Own
Me: What sound
or noise do you love?
Tara: Birds
chirping in the early morning
Me:
What sound or noise do you hate?
Tara: The slap of
a belt
Me: What
profession other than yours would you like to attempt?
Tara: Elementary
school teacher
Me: What
profession other than yours would you not want to attempt?
Tara: Stripper
Me: What’s your
favourite swear word?
Tara: Crap. That’s
a swear word, right?
Me: Yes, that
counts. Last question. If Heaven exists, what would you like God to say as you
enter the Pearly Gates?
Tara: Please come
in. I’ve been expecting you, and saved you a front row seat.
Me: Beautifully
done, Tara. It was wonderful to interview you!
Tara: You are so
welcome! That was fun!
Here’s an excerpt from
Catch Me to whet your appetite!
“Tara
Denton?” His question was more of a command.
She had no spit left when she opened her mouth to answer, and
managed only a squeak. “Yes.” “Good. I’m Rick Steele.” His green-gold eyes
gentled as he pulled back a stool and took a seat. “Don’t you like your drink?
I’d be happy to get you another.”
She looked
down at her barely touched concoction and shook her head. “This is fine, thank
you.” She took a large sip and swallowed, as if proving her point. The
sweetness was a bit cloying on her tongue, but the vodka burned hot down her
throat. Since she rarely drank, she fought a cough, determined to act cool. The
slight curl of his lip told her she’d failed.
He signaled the waiter over and ordered a beer. She forced her
gaze upward, away from the large fingers inches from her own. Fingers that
looked talented. Her cheeks heated at the sudden image of his hands gripping
her hips as he thrust inside of her. She took a deep breath and discreetly
wiped her damp palms on her skirt. “Well, Mr. Steele—”
“Rick.” Another quirk of amusement curved his lip. “I think we should
at least be on a first name basis, don’t you?”
His drawl reminded her of smoke, sex, and sweat. She folded and
refolded the cocktail napkin so she didn’t pick her fingers and ruin her new
manicure. “Oh, yes, of course. Well, I just wanted to let you know it will be
perfectly acceptable if you’d like to cancel. I’m not sure if you saw my photo
or read my requirements, but I understand if you decide to leave after our
drinks.”
He took a long pull of his beer, then pushed away from the table
and studied her with interest. “You don’t like me?”
She sputtered with embarrassment. “God, no! I mean, you seem fine.
You’re attractive, and I’m sure you’re experienced. But this is new to me. I
just don’t think I’m the type you expected for this, for a….”
“One-night stand?”
“Yes, that’s right.” She nodded again and cleared her throat.
“Please don’t feel bad. I appreciate you meeting me.”
One brow shot up. “That’s quite polite of you. But
unnecessary.” A wolfish grin transformed his face. A rush of sexual heat
squeezed through her blood and settled between her thighs in an ache. “You see,
I’m just counting the minutes until I get you into bed.”
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