Remembering Roxy – my new book!

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Roxy is a modern, independent, kick-ass woman, who hides a secret desire—she likes a bit of spice in the bedroom. Will she ever meet a man who can satisfy her desires, without expecting her full submission?

Oliver is a man who loves some kink in his life, but doesn’t want to be tied down by a possessive woman. He also has a secret life that doesn’t bode well for a long-term relationship.

When they meet the attraction between them is immediate and electrifying. They are both amazed by their chemistry. But Oliver’s secret life takes an unexpected turn and threatens their relationship as well as his life. Can they find each other again? Or will their relationship be doomed to failure?

Publisher’s Note: This adult romance contains elements of danger, action, adventure, power exchange and sensual scenes. If any of these offend you, please do not purchase.

BUY LINK:     mybook.to/RememberingRoxy

We didn’t have much serious conversation. After all I could hardly ask about the price of gold when I was tied to the bed and having my backside spanked could I?

Excerpt 1:

I wandered out into the kitchen, still naked except for the stockings—but at least now with a clean face and teeth. I wasn’t a person who was shy in front of a lover, even in the cold light of day. I wasn’t perfect, but I was comfortable with how I looked. In front of me, at the stove, was a lovely pair of naked buttocks—well toned. Oliver clearly uses the gym a lot. He turned and smiled. He was wearing an apron to protect his tackle from a splattering of fat from the bacon.

“Like the informal breakfast wear. Come and take a seat.” He pointed to the kitchen stools. “Unless your behind is too sore to sit. In that case you’re exempted from sitting. You’re permitted to eat standing up.” He was having fun with me.

“Oh I think I will be able to sit—carefully.”

“Let me look.”

I turned around to give him a view of my bum. I’d already checked in the bathroom mirror and knew the marks wouldn’t last long—but I kind of felt they were a badge of honour. Stripes I received voluntarily, which excited me, by a man who excited me.

He ran his hand over my bottom. “Not too bad. No regrets?”

“None at all.”

I sat down carefully, but any soreness was only temporary. Oliver placed a steaming mug of coffee in front of me. “You do drink coffee, I hope. I don’t have any tea in the flat.”

“That’s fine.”

“Bacon sandwich?”

“Sounds delicious. For some reason I feel very hungry this morning.”

“I always like a girl who has a good appetite.” He gave me a wicked look. “I’m afraid I’ve plans for the rest of the weekend. But I’ll drop you off home after breakfast. I hope we can get together again very soon.”

I have to admit I was a little disappointed our date appeared to be over. But hey, no point in rushing a guy like Oliver. Any pressure and he would probably run for the exit. I wasn’t completely naïve about men like him. He probably had women all over the place. At least he didn’t wear a wedding ring.

I did the walk of shame back to my flat, knickerless, with laddered stockings, and in a sexy dress and heels. Anyone seeing me would know what I had been up to last night.

Oliver got out of the car and opened the passenger door for me, taking a look, I noticed, between my legs as I levered myself up from the seat.

“You know you really ought to wear knickers with this dress.”

I grinned. “Perhaps I’ll stop wearing them, just in case someone wants to rip them off me.”

He kissed me. “Bye, Roxy. It’s been a great night. I’ll catch you at work next week and we can fix something up. Enjoy the rest of your weekend.”

Then, with a cheery wave, he was gone. I took off my shoes and walked barefoot up the stairs to my place. My toes were still sore from the previous evening. My neighbour, a single guy of around forty, grinned at me as I reached the top of the stairs.

“Rough night, Roxy?”

I smiled, but said nothing.

“So, Miss Legal from the 11th, you didn’t exactly rush to get here. I detect a little stubbornness in your character. Or do you wantme to tan your hide again?”

 

Excerpt 2:

Oliver

I laughed to myself as the lift door closed. I liked spunky women. Women who weren’t afraid to open their mouths and say what they thought. This one – Roxy – was definitely intriguing. She was pretty hot, too.

I was glad we had met at Temptation. It removed the doubt that she liked some kink in her life. Women didn’t go to places like that without a partner unless they are curious about kinky practices, in my experience. If we had met at work I would have had to do some homework about the type of woman she was, and what were her tastes.

I’m not against vanilla relationships. I’ve had a few in my time. But my proclivities definitely veer towards the more exotic practices. I like women who challenge me and excite me—not shy, timid ones. I’ve no intention of getting involved in anything serious right now—especially with everything that’s going on in my life—but I like regular kinky sex, and I prefer it to be with someone I know and trust. Okay, I don’t know and trust Roxy yet—but I’ve every intention of finding out more about her.

I suppose I could be called a bit of a player, but I’m honest about my intentions. I don’t lead women on with false expectations. I try to let them know I’m just after some hot sex and fun. I’m prepared to show them a good time—wine and dine them—but if they’re after an engagement ring, then they’re wasting their time.

That’s not to say I treat women badly, because I don’t. I’m honest about my intentions and I don’t lead them on with false expectations. I treat them with respect, and I hope they will do likewise. I know men like me aren’t too popular with certain sections of society, but I can’t be what I’m not. This is me. People must simply take me or leave me.

As I travelled up to my office in the lift I planned Roxy’s seduction in my mind. I was going to enjoy this, I was sure.

“Are you sure the pics haven_t made their way on to the Internet?” Twitter

 

I’ve just had my first review on Amazon for Remembering Roxy.

5.0 out of 5 starsWho Says Bankers are Boring?

29 June 2018 – Published on Amazon.com

I thought I was going to be reading a simple straightforward spanking romance story when I picked this book but what I got was a first rate one, woven into a very good counter-terrorism plot. Roxy and Oliver both work for the same bank but they first meet in what they refer to as a kink club. They are both open and honest about their individual wants and needs and what develops is a very erotic and exciting Dom/sub relationship. The scenes they share are very graphic and extremely hot. However, Oliver has a secret that he does not initially share with Roxy and it causes some separation issues. This is the counter-terrorism twist. Make no mistake, though this story is short it is jam packed with spankings, sex, and action. Not to be missed! 5 Stars
I voluntarily reviewed an advance reader copy of this book.

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4 thoughts on “Remembering Roxy – my new book!

      1. I guess the writing is going well, but at the moment a July 23 deadline is overwhelming me. I bought this book, but I suspect I won’t be reading anything until the 23rd. Maybe not even then; I may collapse into a puddle.

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      2. Sorry about the deadline. If it’s as hot where you are as it is in the UK at the moment, you won’t feel much like writing! Good luck with it. Thanks for buying Roxy! I hope she comes up to scratch!

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