Welcome to guest author Elia Winters and her new release #BDSM novel 'Purely Professional'

I’m excited to announce my debut novel Purely Professional, a BDSM erotic romance, released this week from Carina Press. When I write, it’s important to me that my characters are equals in their relationship, even when there’s dominance and submission in the bedroom, and that’s the dynamic I sought in Purely Professional. This novel combines several of my favorite elements: a confident heroine who loves sex, a hot alpha-male who’s smart and funny, shameless banter, and a lot of sex toys. Hope you enjoy.

About the Book:
Columnist Bridget Hartwell agrees to write about BDSM to impress her new executive editor at Sultry, the "sex-positive magazine for sex-positive women." Unfortunately, it's a topic she knows absolutely nothing about…but if she ever wants that promotion, she'll need to learn the ropes, fast.

English professor Max Harlow is active in the Dom/sub scene, but only for casual play. He's never found his ideal partner: a woman who is his equal, but sexually submissive. When he's asked to explain the lifestyle to his cute but obviously inexperienced neighbor, Max is certain it's best to approach it academically—to keep things purely professional.

Until Bridget's first article is a huge hit, giving her the perfect excuse to delve deeper into the naturally submissive side of her sexuality. As their encounters intensify and each of her boundaries is skillfully pushed, Bridget must decide what this all means…for her identity, her career and, most importantly, her future with Max.

Excerpt from Purely Professional:
“So you want me to have a relationship with you?”

“No way. I don’t do relationships. I thought we could just pretend.” Bridget glanced up at him, trying to read his expression. Was he incredulous or just confused?

“Pretend a relationship?”

“Yeah. We get along okay. It wouldn’t be that hard.” She was glad she was a little drunk; it was easier to accept the fact that he didn’t seem to want to do this with her. “Besides, it might be fun to play with someone new, right? I’m fun.”

Max rubbed his chin. “I usually play with people who know what they’re getting into. I told you, it’s not fun for me to play with people who don’t enjoy it.”

“How do you know I won’t enjoy it?” she challenged. “I don’t know one way or the other.”

Max leaned in closer, his voice completely serious. “Bridget, are you sure you know what you’re getting yourself into? Do you really understand?”

“I’m not…I’m not sure.” She felt less confident beneath his intense stare. He seemed to study her, to read the expression on her face, in her eyes, to look into her rather than at her. It was unnerving. When he looked away, she felt breathless like she’d been running. He tapped his fingers on his leg, thinking, his lips pursed in concentration. What was going through his mind? What were his reservations? As the silence stretched, she grew more uncomfortable. Maybe this wouldn’t work at all. Maybe this was a terrible, terrible idea. Just when she was about to apologize, to try to laugh it all off and make a graceful exit, Max turned back to her.

“For this to work, and I’m not saying it will, you would have to reveal everything to me. Tell me all your deepest, darkest fantasies. I want to know the secret things you don’t tell anyone.” He moved closer, one arm draped on the back of the sofa, the other hand moving to her knee, and she jumped. His touch felt like a smoldering coal even through the fabric of her jeans. “I’ll tease you, make you beg me for more, and then sometimes I won’t give it to you. This won’t be a game for me. I take my role very seriously. I’ll demand control of your entire sex life, and I’ll drive you completely crazy. You’ll be uncomfortable, nervous, aroused, exposed.” His hand slid up to the middle of her thigh, where he lingered, rubbing gently back and forth. “I’ll fuck you in ways you’ve never been fucked before.” He lifted one hand off the back of the sofa and cupped her jaw, his fingers just resting against the skin there as he brushed his thumb across her lower lip. “Are you sure this is what you want?”

At his touch, Bridget pressed her hands to the sofa to steady herself, and she actually had to stop herself from moaning. There seemed to be no air in the room. She’d grown wet just from the erotic huskiness of his voice, the naughty things he murmured to her, and didn’t answer at first, trying to find words. His thumb had moved off her lip and was caressing her cheek. Unable to look away from his darkened eyes, at last she whispered, “Yes. I want that. I want all that.”

About the Author:
Elia Winters has always been a New England girl, despite having spent much of her childhood in Florida. She holds a degree in English Literature and teaches at a small rural high school.  She dabbles in many genres, but erotic romance has been one of her favorites since she first began sneaking her mother’s romance novels. Elia currently lives in New England with her loving husband and their odd assortment of pets, where she balances her love of the outdoors with a bottomless well of geekiness.

Elia has a virtual life as busy as her real life. In addition to her website, you can find her on Tumblr, Twitter, Facebook, Goodreads, and Pinterest.

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