Monday, 10 September 2012

PROMO WEEK - MONDAY: Initiation: Prometheus in Chains 1 by Clair de Lune

Good Morning Children of The Night and welcome back to The Crypt. This week, due to the overwhelming response to my call for anyone who would like a free promo opportunity to message me, the order of posts that I originally intended to do are being changed and this morning I am bringing you the first promo of the week.

So without further ado please welcome my first guest, the exceedingly talented Clair de Lune with her book Initiation: Prometheus in Chains 1

AUTHOR'S BIO (In her own words):
I was born in South Yorkshire in England, then I moved to Scotland more than twenty years ago. I retired early a few years ago due to ill health and spent my time reading, sewing, cooking and gardening. I decided that there ought to be more to retirement than that.
Reading has always played a large part in my life and the house is full of books. My youngest son challenged me to write a novel of my own and Initiation, book one in the Prometheus in Chains series was the result.
I enjoyed the process of telling the story. It combines my nascent interest in BDSM with the odd bit of autobiographical material in the best tradition of "write about what you know." I found that writing suddenly took over my life. Now I have a head full of Doms and subs and I have to spend a few hours a day writing or researching. Retirement has certainly delivered a lot more.
I still like to sit out in the garden listening to the birds singing, either engaged in some appliqué project or thinking through some aspect of plot or character. I can go nowhere without a pencil and notebook and my poor, long-suffering husband has gotten used to having to sit in the car with me and wait until the notes are finished before we can go get the shopping.
I believe the world has enough sadness in it and my characters will always get their HEA, even if the road is rocky.


A recently widowed grandmother, Jane Browne never dreamed she'd find a new love when she went on an exploratory visit to Prometheus, an exclusive BDSM club. She has to overcome the burden of low self-esteem and physical difficulties as well as the hostility and prejudice of a rejected rival for her Master's affections.
Master Angus Scott has a tragedy in his past and is determined he does not want a permanent relationship. He is strongly attracted to Jane on sight and finds himself falling in love with her as he watches her struggles, even if he is reluctant to admit it.
He introduces her to the BDSM lifestyle, forcing her to conquer her fears. Gradually she regains her confidence, defeats her rival, and seizes her chance for a happily ever after with the striking Scot who woos her with soft Gaelic words of love.

She came in wave after wave of pleasure, screaming his name as she came. He dropped the vibrator and massaged her clit through all the aftershocks. Due, to his ministrations, there were many. He left her for a few minutes, and she heard him washing his hands then he came back and, gathering her in his arms. He said
“Shhh my wee lassie, I have you safe.” And she believed him. He laid her on the bed and covered her in a blanket then went off to get a warm soapy cloth and a soft fluffy towel and washed and dried her very carefully, for which she was grateful, as she began now to feel sore. He recovered her.
“Rest now, I will go and make you a cup of tea”
She thought she'd died and gone to heaven. He came back with two mugs of hot tea, helped her to sit up and, as she sipped she watched him. He was uncomfortable, more so than he'd usually be if he were in his kilt. The zip was causing him pain. She finished her tea and said
“Master, please.” She placed her hand carefully over his swollen and painful cock. “May I?”

    He nodded and, carefuly, she lowered his zip. He was obliged to stand up to allow her to push his jeans down his legs and not jolt his cock. She could appreciate how much more convenient a kilt would have been at this juncture. She sank to her knees with an effort and ran her hands along his length then leaned in to smell the scent that was his alone. She stuck out her tongue and licked his slit where a drop of pre-cum glistened. It was salty  and tangy and how she loved his taste. He groaned and fisted his hands in her hair to the point of pain. She bent to lick from his balls all along the underside of his cock, and he released his grip on her hair somewhat. As she licked along the length, his cock twitched as if I were a live thing with a mind of its own, so she held him fast in both hands and proceeded to tease him as he had her. Finally when he growled a warning she sucked on just the shiny, tight, purple head and took him into her mouth. She ran her tongue around the head and licked and sucked for all she was worth. His hips began to pump backwards and forwards.
“I'm sorry, I can't, just let me fuck your mouth please.” He gasped.
He held her head as he took his pleasure. She was still, trying not to gag as he hit the back of her throat then remembering to breathe through her nose. She rolled his sac in her hands and he came in her mouth. She swallowed all he gave her and licked him clean then tucked him back into his jeans. He helped her to her feet and said “Thank you mo gràdh” into her hair as he held her close, enfolded in his arms as if she were the most precious person in the world.

Join me again tomorrow for yet another Promo from The Crypt


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