Who hasn't dreamed of a little rough love? If you like the idea then my new
book, The Man in the Black Leather Mask, now out from Ellora's Cave, is for you.
Check it out here and read on for a blurb and a red-hot excerpt you won't find
on the EC website. Evangeline Anderson

http://www.jasminejade.com/p-7529-the-man-in-the-black-leather-mask.aspx

Blurb:
Jacqueline Emerson dreams of a love that is neither gentle nor soft. A
high-powered attorney during the day, she fantasizes of nights filled with
passionate surrender to a deliciously cruel Master who demands her total
submission. Fearing her dark fantasy is sick and twisted, Jacqueline resigns
herself to a life of more conventional, vanilla sex.

Until she's tasked with mentoring a new attorney at her firm, Ryan Cutler.

Ryan is tall, muscular and undeniably desirable. He's also ten years younger
than Jacqueline. But spending Halloween night at the mysterious Club S together
leads her to reveal more than she should and soon her forbidden fantasy of rough
love sets them both on fire.

Jacqueline is sure once their lust is quenched, she and Ryan can go their
separate ways. There are far too many differences between them for a long-term
relationship to grow. But she doesn't count on Ryan falling for her—or on losing
her heart to the man in the black leather mask.

Excerpt: Warning—Explicit—Do NOT read at work. (Or if you do, don't blame me if
your boss calls you in his office for a spanking.) ; )


The feel of him behind me like that, dominant, his big muscular body surrounding
mine was making my heart beat double time but I tried to keep my breathing light
and even. Surely there had been a mistake—he must have missed my signal that I
didn't want to act out the fantasy after all. He must not have looked at the
blinds which were definitely and firmly closed.

"The…the blinds are closed," I whispered, wishing he would remove his hand so I
could see him.

"I know that." His deep voice was amused. "I've been watching you for the past
forty-five minutes, Jacqueline. Opening and closing your blinds and parading
around in this soft little robe and panties. It made me hotter than hell." He
pressed himself against me as though to emphasize his point and I cried out
softly when I felt the hard lump of his cock against my ass.

His words also made me aware that the robe was hanging open and my breasts were
on full display. Suddenly I was terribly self conscious. I wanted to grab the
edges of the robe and pull it tight around me but he had both of my arms trapped
at my sides.

"You're even hotter than I imagined. And believe me, Jacqueline, I've spent a
fair amount of time in the last few months imagining you naked," he murmured
into my ear. "I can't wait to explore you. I want to touch and taste every inch
of your beautiful body."

"But…the blinds…" I could hear the weakness in my voice but I seemed helpless to
stop it. Anymore than I could stop my nipples from hardening and my pussy from
getting wet as I stood helpless in his grasp.

"Let's forget about the blinds for a minute," he suggested. "I'm going to
release your arms and uncover your eyes now but you're not going anywhere. Are
you?"

"I…I…don't know," I confessed. I couldn't help feeling frightened and confused.
This wasn't supposed to be happening. I'd made the decision not to go ahead with
the fantasy. So what was Ryan doing here and how could I make him stop? More
importantly, did I want him to stop?

"I know, though," he murmured. "You're not going anywhere, Jacqueline. Not until
I'm done with you." His last words were spoken in a soft rush of warm breath
against the side of my neck and then I felt his hot, wet mouth on me there. When
he uncovered my eyes I could see us in the mirror and what I saw nearly took my
breath away.

I saw a woman with an hourglass figure and light mocha skin, her cheeks flushed,
her warm honey eyes dilated with desire and need. Her full breasts and hardened
nipples were on display and the mound of her sex was barely hidden behind a pair
of small crimson lace panties. Standing behind her, his arms wrapped
possessively around her waist, his mouth pressed to the side of her throat, was
a large muscular man with warm tan skin a few shades lighter than hers. Dark
chocolate eyes were framed by a black leather mask and he had black leather
gloves on his large hands as well. As I watched, he looked up and met my eyes in
the mirror. Then slowly, deliberately, those black gloved hands slid up my body
and cupped the heavy curves of my breasts.

I half gasped/half moaned as I watched him touch me. His hands were everywhere,
exploring the under curves of my breasts, tracing my dark brown areolas, rolling
my aching nipples between his fingers and thumbs until I cried out at the shocks
of pain and pleasure he was sending through my entire body.

"Do you like that, Jacqueline?" he murmured when I reacted to his touch. "Do you
like the feel of my hands on you?"

Without waiting for an answer he slid one black gloved hand down the curve of my
belly and cupped the mound of my pussy, his fingers covering the small crimson
panties I was wearing.

"Look at that," he whispered in my ear as we both watched his actions in the
mirror. "It looks hot, doesn't it? The black gloves and the red panties. But
what about this?" Slowly he lifted his hand and then slid his fingers inside the
waistband of my panties. I bit my bottom lip to keep from crying out when I felt
the cool leather caressing my hot mound.

"God, you're hot. I can feel it even through the gloves," he murmured. His
middle finger was placed against the slit of my pussy but so far he was just
cupping me, not actually exploring or dipping deeper into my folds. I didn't
know if I wanted him to stop or not but I couldn't deny that my nipples were
harder and my pussy wetter than they had ever been before in my life.

"Please," I whispered, feeling helpless. I was caught with his arm encircling me
in the front and his hard body behind me. There was nowhere I could go, nothing
I could do but stand there and let him touch me.

"I'm going to move my arm for a moment now, Jacqueline," he said, ignoring my
half formed plea. "And you're going to slip off your panties so we can both
watch me finger you."

"Please," I moaned softly as I felt his middle finger invade me and begin to
stroke deeper into my swollen slit. "Please, no."

"Take off your panties, Jacqueline," he murmured, moving his arm to give me room
to obey him. "I'm going to give you everything you need tonight. Maybe not what
you think you want but what you need. But in order to do that I have to have
your help. Now take off your panties."