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A TASTE OF WINTER
Red Masks, Book One
by Gia Dawn
ISBN: 9781419948879
Publisher: Ellora's Cave Publishing Inc.
Publication Date: November 8, 2013

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For the ladies of the Red Masks pleasure waits behind every door…and no one is ever who they seem to be.

When Alaina accepts an invitation to Charleston's premier sex club, she has no idea the stranger who makes her scream with pleasure is her micromanaging ex-boss Ryan. But while she couldn't stand his domination on the job, his mastery in the bedroom takes her to whole new levels of pleasure. He forces her to submit to his every decadent demand-including a threesome with his old friend and her new employer, Zayne.

While Ryan knows Alaina's true identity, she remains unaware of his deception until the masks come off and she is faced with a decision. Can she continue to submit to his will now that she knows who he really is?

Inside scoop: Alaina enjoys a blistering-hot ménage and light bondage in her explorations-lucky girl!

A Romantica® contemporary erotic romance from Ellora's Cave

 

excerpt

Then…after she'd finished for the day…Alaina planned to do something so wicked, so decadent, so completely out of character, just the thought of it sent shivers of need across her skin. She was finally going to accept the invitation she'd received several weeks ago from the notorious Red Mask Society, the best-kept secret in South Carolina history.

Started by the notorious Monique Gaston well before the Civil War, the Red Mask Society was housed in a massive old plantation just minutes east of the city. Originally a brothel, it had morphed through the years into an exclusive sex club where th e men were gorgeous, rich and highly skilled in the bedroom, and the women were admitted by invitation only…ostensibly at the request of one or more of the male members of the club.

That someone had singled her out for decadent pleasure gave her a shiver of delight she could barely control. After months of not having a single date due to Ryan's 24/7 work schedule, Alaina was more than ready for some sorely needed physical release.

Her hand trembled as she dialed the number, but she was determined not to chicken out as she heard the exotic female voice answer on the other end.

* * * * *

Ryan Marquis stared in displeasure as his cell phone rang. He had a strict policy of no business between the hours of six on Saturday night, and noon Sunday, that brief block of time set aside every week to satisfy his need for rest and relaxation-along with some decadent indulgence when the need arose.

He frowned as the phone rang again, noting it was now three minutes after the hour, before picking it up to see who dared break into his personal time, his frown twisting into a semi-smile as he noted the number and answered.

"Bon nuit, mon cher," came a husky voice across the line. "I have someone for you tonight. Someone you have been waiting for."

His heart pounded in uncharacteristic excitement, his fingers tightening around the phone, a weakness he stifled in an instant. But his body proved a traitor to his discipline, every nerve buzzing, every muscle tightening in anticipation as thoughts of the night ahead wove dark and dangerous pleasures through his mind.

Was it her? Finally, after all this time, had she accepted his invitation?

Alaina Winter.

He'd been unduly fascinated with the frosty blonde ever since he'd hired her two years before. Not only was her work exceptional, the woman had an unnatural ability to match him on a professional level, her wall of politeness so thick she'd refused to break no matter what he'd thrown at her. And every time he heard her precise Southern voice across the phone, agreeing to his every ridiculous demand without a single hesitation, he became more and more obsessed with finding a way to make the ice queen melt.

It wasn't a thing he was proud of in any manner. He deplored his need to feel her tremble in his arms, hear her cries of pleasure as he stroked his teeth across her skin…drive his flesh so far between her legs she'd beg him to stop while he kept her bound and still beneath him. His need had grown so distracting he'd finally taken action. He'd petitioned Madame Manette Brisson, the proprietor of the Red Mask Society, to issue Miss Winter an invitation to come and play-an invitation she'd ignored for so long he thought she would never send a reply.

So what had fueled her sudden acceptance? The lady was up to something, he understood in a heartbeat, remembering their last conversation. And whatever she was up to, he planned to enjoy the ride.

"Monsieur Marquis? If you are unavailable, I will find someone else to keep the lady occupied." The woman on the other end of the line sniffed, her voice chill with censure.

"Not if you value your life," he finally answered, his own voice throaty with rising excitement.

"Then I expect you here at eight o'clock sharp. Don't disappoint either of us by your absence."

Ryan's laughter rumbled from his throat. "I never disappoint, Madame. Is my room cleaned and ready?"

"Mais certainment. Do you have any special requests for the evening?"

This time he didn't bother to try and control the surge of want that throbbed between his legs, spreading them to make room for his growing erection, his hand dropping to rest on the lengthening mass of flesh.

What instruments did he need to make her scream in pleasure?

"Leather," he answered with grunt of satisfaction. "Black. New. Enough to bind her to my will."

"I will see it done," said the woman in a whisper before the line went dead.

Lime green, my ass, he thought with uncharacteristic delight as he pocketed his phone and headed home, the taste of winter already tantalizing on his tongue.

 

reviews

*This was a great start to a new series. I really enjoyed the interaction between Alaina and Ryan. It’s often really funny to read outside the bedroom and although Alaina doesn’t know it, they absolutely sizzle in bed. And oh my goodness when Ryan’s friend Zayne joins in for a threesome it’s even hotter. The concept of the Red Mask Society is a really interesting basis for a series and with the anonymity the masks provide I can’t wait to read the next books in the series. I’m also really hoping that Zayne will have his story next.

Overall rating: 5 hearts
Sensuality rating: Explicit
Reviewer: Amy Hopkins, The Romance Studio

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