Okay I may be jumping the gun here, and maybe I should be doing a more official cover reveal. But I’m almost done writing this and I would really like to share. Coming in December, a “His/Her” erotic tale of BDSM, slave training and spanking. There’s some humor and snark in the story, sort of an erotic take on “Ten Things I Hate About You.”
By the way, I’m looking for beta readers. If interested, please comment below or email me at jthall @ diamondprintpress.com
Brainy but beautiful Juliet has an annoying problem–her college classmate Russell keeps bugging her for a date. He’s brash and arrogant, and he has absolutely no idea that he’s playing with fire. For Juliet has a secret. She likes to spank and discipline men in her spare time.
When he makes a bet that she can’t dress and act sexy for a day, she takes him up on it, with the threat that if she wins the bet, he gets to be her slave for an evening.
Let the games begin.
Jerk Boy was at it again.
Juliet sat at a back table in the library, her dark brown hair tied back in a simple pony tail to keep it out of her face as she poured over the Calculus textbook. She heard him even though he was two rows over. He was that loud.
Pushing her glasses at the bridge of her nose, she sighed and glanced up.
“So you two coming to the Delta Phi party after tomorrow’s game? They’re supposed to have a live band. Gonna be sweet.” Russell McCormick’s brash voice carried all the way from the computers area to Juliet’s back corner. She scowled, hunching down in her chair and raised up her book to shield herself. If he walked over and asked her out one more time, she was going to scream. Jerks were not her type. Of course he had no idea what her type was. She smiled grimly to herself.
Her type was a sweet submissive slave. Which Russell most definitely was not.
She heard his voice grow louder and groaned, marking her place in the book and setting it down. If the last few weeks were anything to go by, he’d be headed to her corner to bug her again. Four times now, he’d asked her out, and she’d declined every time. Stupid guy never got a clue.
He peeked around a shelf laden with books, sandy brown hair falling into his eyes, a big grin on his face. It just wasn’t right that someone that obnoxious should be that cute. “Rockin’ the whole librarian look, there, Juliet!”
She put on her best icy glare. “Rockin’ the Dumb and Dumber look there, Jerk Boy.”
He winced, but the grin came right back, like a bad stain. “Good one! But seriously. The glasses and the ponytail and the sweats thing isn’t really working for you. Are you trying to be a nerd?”
Juliet resisted the urge to snap her pencil in half. “Better a nerd than a dumb ass. I plan on getting an A in this class. A future in fast food isn’t really my thing.” Even though her ire was rising, she couldn’t resist letting her gaze wander over his physique. Russell played soccer and tennis, and he had the suntan and the gorgeous legs to prove it. The cocky attitude as well, which was the problem. If he could just lose that, he’d have a chance with her.
He placed a hand on his heart. “Ouch! Okay, point taken. But look at you. There’s more to life than studying. Be free! Escape this dull existence! Come with me to coffee. And then maybe to a party tomorrow night.” Russell fell dramatically to one knee, and Juliet’s face heated up. She fought the urge to glance around and see how many people were staring at them.
The knee thing was nice. She could imagine him on both knees, and asking her with a lot more humility. But this at least earned him some pursed lips and a consideration. “Why would I want to go with you? What could you possibly give me other than a headache?”
Russell rose to his feet. “Fun! You’ve heard of that thing, right? I mean studying’s cool and everything. But don’t you want to have a little enjoyment in life? Walk on the wild side?”
Juliet narrowed her eyes at him. This was becoming tedious. “I’d rather graduate, thank you. That’s the whole reason I’m here. Not parties and dates.” And especially not with obnoxious brats who had no idea what she was really into.
“You’re young. Enjoy life a little. Graduation will come, trust me, and then you’ll be working a dull job in the real world.” Russell blew out a breath, turning serious. “I bet you just can’t do it, can you?” He hooked his thumbs into his jeans, his shirt riding up a little to reveal a toned stomach. Juliet suddenly had a vision of red welts across that tan skin, and a flash of heat went through her.