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Noble House, fantasy has no limits. Log on and enter a world of your most
secret desires. And remember, there is nothing more noble than the pursuit of
passion…
I shouldn’t be watching, but I can’t look
away.
It’s been years since I’ve seen Ford
“Saint” Templar or Boyce Denali in person—although the gorgeous men have
haunted too many of my fantasies to count. But now they’re here, right on my
screen. Together. It’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.
And I want in.
Noble House is the kingdom of geek kink,
where the thrill comes from knowing that someone is always watching. All I have
to do is be brave enough to turn off the screen, walk through the door and ask
Saint and Boyce to take me back.
We used to be so good together, but we’re
different people now. Will Saint’s commands still bring me to my knees with
desire? Will the anticipation of Boyce’s touch still drive me wild? Will I be able
to survive the pleasure of having them both?
It’s time to stop watching. I need this. I
need them. And just maybe, they need me, too.
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Excerpt
Darkness surrounded Grae. In her life. In
her mind. And even in her office as she leaned back in her overstuffed,
overpriced chair and yawned. The creature comforts weren’t enough to keep her
interested in the image flickering on her computer screen. Not that
well-chiseled abs didn’t do it for her. They totally did. But considering the
fact she’d been the one to draw, define, and enhance each one of those
tongue-licking indentions, the final product had lost its appeal hours ago.
As long as the female audience members went
wild, she would keep plodding along. Not to mention, if she didn’t deliver, she
wouldn’t be paid her hard-earned check. As tempting as it was to continue, she
desperately needed a break.
A quick glance at her trusty desktop clock
showed she hadn’t stopped for over thirty-six hours. Since she was on a
deadline, her director’s schedule won out over sleep and basic hygiene.
Especially because she was under contract. If she wanted another shot at
working with this director, she needed to have this guy’s abs painted on and
swoon-worthy in the next three hours.
One hell of a reward awaited her after she
completed her work, too.
As she made her way to the kitchen to
refill her carafe, she tapped the reminder postcard that arrived two days ago
against her chin. Fresh coffee would get her through. At least it had to. She’d
worked under tighter deadlines, and on less sleep, than this project.
Thirty-six hours with no sleep was kid’s
stuff.
Her reward, however, was not child
appropriate.
No way. No how.
Kochran Duke was throwing one of his famous
parties tonight. The events, where participation was allowed by members both at
the club and online, were not low-key and always the highlight of the month. It
also meant there was a distinct possibility Saint and Boyce would attend. They
never missed a party at the converted armory. No telling what they’d be doing,
though.
It was always a surprise when it came to
those two.
She shoved a fresh filter into the brew
basket, dumped in beans and water, and realized she didn’t care. They could sit
and read nursery rhymes to one another, and she’d still get off. Wasn’t as
though she’d joined Kochran’s exclusive website only to watch the pretty boys
play with their toys.
Okay, well, it wasn’t the only reason.
There was a touch of practicality to why
she chose to spend her night watching porn.
And it had nothing to do with satisfying
her voyeuristic tendencies.
Her former Master recommended the online
dungeon when it became obvious she had all the desire and drive to submit, but
none of the time. Noble House offered several levels of membership depending on
participation or observation. The fees were steep, but it was a small price to
pay for satisfying a guilty indulgence from the privacy of her home office.
Once she’d discovered two of her closest
friends from college were Dominants at Noble House, her interest in the private
club increased tenfold. Thanks to alumni updates from the university, she’d
known they’d continued to date after they graduated. Even knew where they lived
because of an article published six months ago in the yearly alumni newsletter
about the building they’d saved from the wrecking ball and turned into an
apartment complex. Knowing they were still together, and trying to change the
world, warmed her heart.
And a few other strategic lady bits.
Someday she would visit Noble House. Though
the idea of taking a vacation long enough to visit Northern California sounded
absurd. With the constant trail of work following her wherever she went, taking
a break was unheard of. Visiting friends she hadn’t seen in more than a decade
was even more ludicrous. As was confessing she’d seen every one of their
broadcasted scenes since she’d become a member.
And hunted through the archives.
Several times over.
The coffeepot chimed. She dumped the
contents into the carafe, then grabbed the French vanilla creamer. As she made
her way back to her spacious office, her eyes slowly adjusted to the permanent
darkness she’d created thanks to heavy light-blocking blinds. Day or night, the
lighting in the room never changed. When she’d decided to leave the guaranteed
contract with the big-budget movie studio behind and become a freelancer, she’d
invested in all the bells and whistles. No sense working from home without the
proper equipment.
Six monitors wasn’t too much, right?
A quick check of the emails she’d been
ignoring for the past few hours indicated the director was getting aggravated.
Time to buckle down and turn out this masterpiece. Armed with a fresh cup of
coffee, Grae leaned back to watch the fight sequence she’d been working on for
the past week. She noted a few minor inconsistencies she could smooth over
while she waited to see if she had approval. No need to waste her time if the
director wanted to ditch the segment.
Task completed, she zipped the file, then
dropped it onto her secure server. An email containing the link to the director
was next and meant her part was complete. She flipped a switch to change over to
her personal computer tower and waited for it to boot. When it finally beeped
in greeting, she directed the browser window to Noble House’s main site. A few
keystrokes, and the splash page for tonight’s event flashed onto the huge
screen she’d mounted on the wall.
Two very familiar faces stared back at her.
Boyce Denali, the one on the left, wore
heavy-duty leathers. Too bulky for working inside the club. These were the kind
used for protection should he take a spill. Though she doubted he would ever be
so careless. Boyce was the kind of man the pavement moved for. Dark blond,
piercing blues, muscles to die for, and a chiseled bone structure even the most
formidable Viking would find intimidating.
Ford Templar, on the other hand, was all
dark and mysterious. Nicknamed Saint at the club, Ford was broody. Sulky. Dark
hair. Olive skin. Lean muscles. The dark to Boyce’s light. Except his eyes.
Those eyes. Eerily colored, they reminded her of glass Coke bottles. Rumor had
it his gaze could pierce right through to someone’s soul. While Boyce held a
commanding air that demanded to be heard, Saint wore his power subtly but was
still all dominant authority.
Seemingly connected at the hip, the two men
scened together every week. Much to her delight. Grae didn’t think she’d ever
seen them work with a submissive alone. Not that the choice to only carry out
ménage scenes affected their standing at the club. Not in the least. Every time
they worked together, their scenes had been nothing short of spectacular.
“Let’s see what you’re up to tonight,
boys.”
*****
Author
bio:
Sara Brookes has always been fascinated by
the strange, the unusual, the twisted and the lost (tortured heroes are her
personal favorite). She is an action movie junkie, addicted to coffee and has
been known to stay up until the wee hours of the morning playing RPG video
games. Despite all this geekiness, she is a romantic at heart and is always a
sucker for an excellent love story.
Links:
Website: http://sarabrookes.com
Twitter: http://twitter.com/sara_brookes
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