Barbra NovacBarbra Novac
Available from Loose Id Publishing
Where love and lust join forces to set you free...
In the heat of a Sydney summer, in the
beaches near the Kings Cross red light district, a terrible crime is being committed.
When the law pursues her ex boyfriend,
Marianne Ferguson becomes unwittingly involved, unable to separate herself from
her past.
Marianne holds a terrible secret that makes her a key witness for the
prosecution. A secret that puts her life in danger.
However, the brilliant defense lawyer wants
to keep her out of the trial, and he seems to be falling in love with her. But
can she trust him? Can she trust the world of BDSM he introduces her to?
In the most sexually alive part of Sydney, Marianne wants to shed her past. But help is only available from dubious sources - a mysterious doctor and the sophisticated calculating lawyer who’s never lost a case, and who’s never lost his heart.
Excerpt
“Excuse me?” Peter asked. Oh, shit! Alan must have followed Marianne last night. He must have seen us together. Alan was supposed to be on another case last night, and clearly, he wasn’t. Having Alan spring his time with Marianne on everyone like this wasn’t part of Peter’s plan.
Both Derek and Betty had moved their gaze and focused on him. Derek could only have been interested, but Betty would know instantly that something important stood at stake here.
Peter thought for a moment about what to do. He had intended to tell them about Marianne, so they could strategize, but not quite so soon into the afternoon. He’d not allowed for Alan to know.
How! How could I have forgotten that?
“You know what I’m talking about.” Alan still stared out to sea. “Are you going to tell them or should I?”
“Well, I wasn’t going to bring this up just now, but seeing as Alan has so kindly dunked me into it, I’ll tell you all. I slept with Marianne Ferguson last night.”
The brief pause rang in Peter’s ears as his heart’s pace quickened just a little.
“Jesus H. Christ!” cursed Betty.
Derek stared at him. “But, Mr. Adams. That is… You… You could get disbarred.”
“Are you going to tell the whole story?” asked Alan. Peter had not forgotten this was Alan’s case; he’d just forgotten Alan rarely took time off.
“The whole story is that I met her in a sex shop yesterday and took her out for dinner at The Bayswater Brassiere, then took her home and slept the night.”
“When in God’s name were you going to tell us?” Betty’s eyes were blazing, and Peter felt he could hardly blame her. “And you met her in a sex shop? What the hell?”
“Today. As part of this brief. I guess I was having trouble getting it out.”
“And that’s not the whole story!”
Peter looked over at Alan and wondered what he was going to say next.
“Christ! There’s more?” Betty almost screeched now, as she turned to look at Alan as well.
“The couple talked to people in the sex shop. Peter stared down the defendant’s bodyguard, which is unlikely to cause us harm, but it did make Peter witness to the potential violence of the accused. Then, encouraged by a woman in the sex shop, Peter asked Marianne Ferguson out to dinner. He went to the Bayswater and booked the table and sat waiting when Marianne Ferguson arrived, dressed in a black lace sheath that had every single person in the Bayswater turn to look at Peter and her together!”
The end of the last sentence, Alan shouted aloud, and he turned toward Peter accusingly. As if it were not all damning enough, he continued. “He then proceeded to leave with her, with every eye in the Bayswater on him, and walked her toward her home. He stopped in the doorway to the left of the old fire department, played sexual with her, then continued to her home, where he entered and did not come out until eleven-thirty this morning.”
Betty turned away and slumped into the couch. “Jesus, Peter. They’ve seen you for sure! In addition, everyone has recognized you! And even a detective this simple” -- here she gave Alan a playful poke -- “can ask someone what the name of the woman was you were dining with. Everyone up there at the Cross knows her.”
Peter sat fuming, trying to get control of the situation. He had to appear unemotional and in control of this. “I know that it looks bad…”
“Looks bad?” Betty yelled. “It is bad!”
Double Crossed
DOUBLE-CROSSED
BARBRA NOVAC
ISBN#: 978-1-59632-723-8
July 2008
Loose ID LLC
www.loose-id.net
E-book
$7.99
195 Pages
Suspense/ BDSM
Rating: 4 Cups
Marianne Ferguson is finally living life the way she wants. Out from under her no-good cheating ex-boyfriend, Joe, she is ready to get on with her life. But when her ex is investigated for tax fraud, he demands she marry him so she cannot testify against him. Willing to work with Joe but not marry him, Marianne finds herself working closely with his hot lawyer, Peter.
Peter Adams takes one look at Marianne and knows she is not stupid like her ex thinks she is. As he wines and dines her, Peter finds himself in a very compromising position. He aches to posses Marianne's luscious body, but to do so could mean losing this very important case.
Finding themselves alone night after night, they finally give free reign to their desires. With her innocent air and naive ways about her, Peter knows that Marianne would make a perfect submissive in his domineering sex life. Just as they begin to explore each others fantasy worlds, a new and deadly threat is thrown into the mix.
Ms. Novac has a way of teaching a reader about the subject she is writing about. I loved the dynamics of how each character related to another. The world of BDSM comes alive in this story. The descriptive wording used in this novel has you feeling as if you are wearing the leather and feeling the bite of the whip. The book opens with a great lead in and the story continues with a nail biting edge until the very end. Great Read!
Danielle
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