Thanks for having me here today, Amber!
My new release is Training Randi. It is now available at www.resplendencepublishing.com and will be available soon on amazon, ARe and other third party retailers.
Training Randi was originally released as a short story in the Carnal Reunions anthology. I had great fun lengthening Jeff and Randi’s story, delving deeper into their relationship, and giving them a new even happier HEA!
Miranda Ellson graduated from college with a degree in design in one hand and a ticket out of town in the other. Ten years, a couple of job changes and three boring, unfulfilling relationships later she’s back at RU to re-connect with old friends, enjoy the campus activities and take a break from…oh who the hell is she kidding? Jeff Briggs, former college neighbor and best bud, now successful gym owner, lives in town. He’s the only guy she has ever known who could set her panties on fire by simply walking into a room and Randi is sick and tired of only hooking up with him in her dreams. This may be her only chance to discover exactly what kind of personal training he has to offer.
Copyright: Tessie Bradford, 2013
“The only experiences which matter are the one’s we’re about to share.”
He stood up from the couch, and in one swift motion, removed his T-shirt. His chest was magnificently sculpted and lightly dusted with caramel-colored hair. He fixed her with a heated stare as he tossed the shirt into the nearest chair and toed off his tennis shoes.
“You will follow my directions without question and answer me immediately when I speak to you. Do you understand?”
“Absolutely.” Her pulse rate sped up.
His tone was serious, his stance rigid, both fitting how she perceived him in general, and the role she wanted him to take in their lovemaking. A rush of desire shot through her system.
“My bedroom is down the hallway, second door on the right. Feel free to freshen up and make yourself comfortable. I’ll join you in a few minutes.”
Randi clamped her teeth tightly together, fighting down the urge to babble. It was her nature to chat incessantly when she was excited or nervous, but rules were rules. Why wasn’t he coming with her right now? What level of fresh and comfortable was he looking for if she only had a couple of minutes? She hopped up from the couch and scurried down the hallway.
Jeff’s huge bedroom was furnished sparingly with one comfy looking armchair, a small nightstand, a king-sized four poster bed and a stunningly beautiful, obviously antique, armoire. Sliding glass doors on the far wall framed a beautiful view of the backyard. The connecting bathroom was the size of her kitchen and dining area combined. She quickly took care of business, not wanting to leave Jeff waiting.
Ten minutes later, if the clock on the wall was correct, she stood in the middle of his room, getting more anxious by the second. Where the hell was he? His definition of a few minutes left a great deal to be desired.
She paced the floor, curling her toes in the plush carpeting before finally stopping in front of the armoire. Magnificent metal hardware stood out boldly against the light finish of the wood. Randi reached out, touched the intricate pattern on one handle and jumped back when the door opened a fraction.
She shot a glance over her shoulder to ensure that she was still alone in the room before cautiously swinging the armoire door open. Nine large hooks lined the velvet-covered interior, each one supporting some very interesting equipment. She ran her hand over two sets of handcuffs. A red ball gag hung on a hook next to a leather mask. She was pretty sure a set of nipple clamps dangled from another hook, but she’d only read about those. A couple of the other items were a complete mystery. It was the bottom three hooks that drew her attention. Hanging from one was a fur-covered paddle. Next to it dangled a short riding crop. Draped over the last hook was a black, thick-handled flogger. She tentatively ran her fingers through the fronds before lifting it and testing the weight in her palm.
“A favored training tool of mine. I can’t wait to see your ass glowing pink from its strokes.”
She spun around quickly, shocked and embarrassed at being caught snooping. She stared at the flogger dangling from her trembling hand before meeting his eyes.
Jeff stood in the doorway with his arms crossed over his chest. “Bring it to me.”