Spotlight
BLITZ with author Liv Honeywell
Hello everyone. Today I have something a
little different to share with you. I chose to feature this book of anthologies
because they are written a bit different than I am used to: in the first person
point of view. I am sure I have read first person stories before, but they are
so rare that I honestly couldn’t tell you what the book was or when it was that
I read it. I really want to get everyone’s take on stories written in first
person POV. So do me a huge favor and check out my questions at the end of this
post then leave a comment with your thoughts. I am unfamiliar with this author
as well. I always enjoy getting to know about authors that are new to me. I
hope you do too. Please allow me to introduce to the blog:
**LIV
HONEYWELL**
**BIO**
When not writing about delicious, hot male
dominants and the female subs who love them, I’m usually doing something
craft-like, reading, baking, eating the results of said baking, and attempting
to satisfy the demands of His High and Mighty Dominance (the cat!). My first
story, Imagine, was published with Silver Moon Books last year and Coming,
Ready or Not is my first solo book.
You can find out more about Ms. Honeywell in the
following places:
**COMING READY OR NOT**
**BLURB**
Meet Will and Abby. An ordinary couple that you
wouldn’t give a second glance at if they were walking down the street. Except
they share a wonderful secret and bond as they explore their Master/slave
relationship.
This is a loving couple, full of good humour, but
nothing in any relationship is perfect and sometimes things go wrong. Even the
strongest will in the world can't always obey and with that comes
consequences...
Three vignettes, The Edge, Bad Girl, and Breathless
focus on control. Can Abby be taken to the edge of pleasure and not cross over?
She wants to obey and to hold on. But can she? And what will happen to her if
she can't?
Holding on has never felt so good...
Buy Links
Amazon US - http://amzn.to/14aeYm2
Amazon UK - http://amzn.to/135xK03
**EXCERPT**
By
reading any further you are stating you are at least 18 years of age. If you
are under the age of 18, it is necessary for you to exit this site.
“Will, please.”
“Excuse me? I think you mean
'Sir,' and do you really think this is up to you?”
“Er, no, Sir. I guess not. I'm
sorry.”
“I should think so. Now lie back.
Go on.”
I lie back against the chair. I
don’t have another choice anyway. My legs are spread wide apart and strapped
tightly to the chair legs, so I couldn't close them if I wanted to, and my arms
are tied behind my back and then secured to the back of the chair frame. I'm
really not going anywhere until my Lord and Master lets me.
You grin at me, knowing full well
that there's nothing I can do.
I narrow my eyes. “You evil b...”
You grab my chin and force me to
look into your eyes.
“I really don't think you want to
finish that sentence, Abby. I wouldn't advise it.”
You continue circling my clit
with just the tip of your finger, as you have been doing, agonisingly slowly,
for the last few minutes. I moan and throw my head back.
“Oh, please, Sir. Please may I
come?"
You pretend to consider my
request, as if you haven’t already made up your mind. "Hmmmm, no. No, I
don't think so.” You run your other hand over my breasts, pausing to tweak
first one nipple and then the other.
“You need to learn that this body
does not belong to you any more. It belongs to me and it's up to me if you get any pleasure and up to me when
and how. Understand?"
“Ye...he...Yes, Sir”, I pant,
trying desperately to hold on.
“Good girl.” You grin evilly
again. “Besides I'm nowhere near done teasing you yet. I’m having far too much
fun enjoying that lovely tortured expression on your face.”
I let out another low moan, borne of
frustration and desire; at the same time feeling a tingling warmth and
excitement in my stomach at your dominance over me.
Your touch builds me dangerously close to
orgasm again, leaving me hovering right there on the
edge. I try to think of something else, anything else. What are we having for
dinner? What shall I make? Are we out of peas? Or perhaps His Domliness will
decide he wants to go out when he has finished working up an appetite by
torturing me!
The thought brings me right back
into the room, back to the sensation of your fingers sliding in and out of me,
your thumb lightly rubbing my clit ever closer, ever nearer. I buck in my seat,
half torn between wanting to push myself forward against your thumb, wanting
release so badly, and not wanting to let you down by coming without permission.
“Sirrrr,” I groan.
“Yes, Abby. What can I do for
you? Do you want me to stop? Good idea!”
You remove your hand from my
pussy and I let out an animal yelp of frustration. Oh God. This is the third
time you have brought me to the brink of orgasm and I really don't know how
much more I can stand.
So what did you think about the blurb? It
definitely caught my attention. And how about the excerpt? It always seems a
little odd to me to read “I”, “you”, “me”, and that sort of language within a
story; especially with such descriptive scenes. I can’t explain it. It just
feels … I don’t know … like I am peering in on someone and I shouldn’t be there
intruding … does that make sense? So let me know what you think. Do you read
first person POV stories? What do you like or dislike about them? And are you
likely to read this story?
I want to thank everyone for stopping in to
share some time with me today. I hope you enjoyed getting to know a bit about
this author and her book of anthologies. Remember to pick up a copy for yourself
to support this author if you enjoyed what you read here today. Have a
wonderful day and until next time …
HAPPY READING!!!
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