When in Rio
Katie Snow is content worshipping her object of lust from afar. After all, Jack isn’t merely a crush, he’s also her boss. And office romances are trouble. When Katie accompanies Jack to a weeklong conference in Rio, she’s sure she can control her libido—until she discovers her boss’s dominant nature extends beyond the boardroom. What’s a good submissive girl to do?
Embarking on an intense affair, Katie falls deeper into the pleasure of Jack’s demands…deeper into the man himself. His will is her command, every correct move rewarded with praise that she comes to crave. But suddenly Katie is caught in a vortex of conflicting emotions and doubt when a flash from Jack’s past enters the picture—in the form of a dramatically gorgeous ex.
How can Katie compete? How could she have allowed a short, sultry affair to turn into love? Out of her depth, Katie’s heart is suddenly in more danger than her spankable behind. Something tells her the Big Book of Submission won’t help her this time.
(If you enjoy When in Rio, be sure to check out my “Merry Kinkmas” tale Xmas Spark, which also features Jack and Katie!).
ISBN (ebook): 9781419920554
ISBN (print): 9781419962981
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- Holy cow, I got a halfway decent review at Dear Author!
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Excerpt
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An Excerpt From: When in Rio
Copyright © DELPHINE DRYDEN, 2009
All Rights Reserved, Ellora’s Cave Publishing, Inc.
“So,” said Jack. “So. Our shy, reserved little Katie not only knows all the signs and symptoms of a lesbian bottom having had her butt thoroughly smacked—it was about the shoes, did I hear that right?—she also has the nerve to sneak her new friend some Tiger Balm, plotting right under the top’s nose, to help her with her boo-boo. What do you think Kendra is going to do to Jane when she finds out, little Katie? She may not see it but you know she’ll smell it, that stuff’s impossible to miss.”
I couldn’t answer right away, because my entire worldview had just been given a forcible quarter turn and I was still trying to regain my footing in this new, strange universe in which Jack asked me questions about the relationship between a Dominant and a submissive, and was expecting me to answer.
And was looking at me as though I’d better answer right.
And, oh my God, I wanted him.
My brain kicked into overdrive and I experienced a moment of deep empathy for what animals must feel like when they’re caught in oncoming headlights. I do not have office romances. Never, never, never. And especially not with the boss. I can’t. Can’t. There could not possibly be a worse idea. Never in history has that ever worked out well for anyone. At least nobody that I can think of right now. But…he’s not just a coworker or a boss, he’s…Jack.
“I didn’t think about that, Sir,” I admitted at last, my mouth dry and my pulse racing as I fell into a form of address that was all too familiar, but not one I thought I’d ever be using deliberately with this man. I was looking down studiously at my towel, at the hotel crest on the corner where sand was already infiltrating the gold embroidery.
So I heard, rather than saw, Jack’s frustrated sigh at my answer, and his next few words which he seemed to be whispering to himself as much as to me.
“I didn’t come here planning to do this,” he said, repeating what he’d said the previous day. “I should have known this was a bad idea, Kate. It’s Rio. I mean, I know that. But I thought I’d be fine with it, even here, and there was no way you hadn’t earned this trip. Nobody else was remotely qualified. I couldn’t rationalize a way not to pick you that didn’t just reek of discrimination. But getting here and finding out that you’re actually…damn. I mean, it’s just too much. I’m only human.”
“I…I don’t…” I couldn’t finish it, wasn’t even sure I knew what I’d intended to say.
“Yes, you do. That’s the problem. When I could tell myself that you didn’t, that there was no way I was right…little Katie Snow who always blushed if anyone said anything remotely out of line. I won’t pretend I hadn’t figured you out on some level, Kate, but I could at least pretend it was only in my mind. That it had to be wishful thinking. But now this? I mean…damn!” he said again, punching a fist into the forgiving white sand beside his hip. He sat with one arm around his knees, staring out over the water, his eyes far bluer than the ocean. I noticed, because I had peeked up at him now and found I couldn’t look away.
This was unfortunate. It meant that when he finally turned his gaze on me I was caught out, completely open, the longing in my eyes as transparent as it had ever been. The only way out was straight through, and I only knew I couldn’t keep sitting on that beach next to him, feeling like an idiot and not saying anything.
