Please, welcome today’s guest, DAWN RYDER!
Welcome, Dawn!! *Smiling and waving*
A funny thing happened on the road to Publication…
First and foremost, I learned to respect the art of writing.
There is a whole lot of wisdom encased in that opening line. When I first turned off my television and sat my tail down in front of a PC to begin writing my first book, I had on some mighty thick rose colored glasses. Sure, I’d been a reader for years and years but I had never actually tried to compose a well-paced book. Now there were things to consider like ‘plot arch’, ‘character development’, and making sure my reader wasn’t bored by ‘information dumping’. In short, it kicked my tail.
What kept me going was the vividness of my character. She was there, in full color in my mind. If I gave up on writing that book, I’d have to admit to needing therapy because I would be left with talking to the voices in my head. So, you see, writing was the only option. That book became ‘Dream Shadow’.
Dawn Ryder is my naughty inner child. She steps over lines, just because they are there. Writing Out of bounds was pure fun with a large dash of frustration. Under my other pen name, I write historical. So there is often a historical setting that helps me move the story along. In ‘Out of Bounds’, I needed to create everything. It was both fun and fighting.
If you are on that publication road, or on any sort of goal seeking journey…keep going. Quitters never win. I know that I’m glad authors like Sylvia Day wrote her ‘Crossfire’ series and believed enough in it to make sure it was published. Love those books!
Thank you, Dawn, for your story and for writing your story!
Excerpt- *Mature content, 18+,please*
“You’ll do nicely,” he announced, one pace in front of her.
He plucked the wineglass from her distracted fingers and handed it off.
“Excuse me?” she managed to thrust past her frozen lips.
“Sabra Donovan, analyst, master’s in bio fuels. Correct?”
It sounded as if he only added the last word as a courtesy. There was certainly nothing questioning in his sharp gaze. He knew exactly what he wanted and intended to get it. The pure abundance of confidence was mesmerizing.
“I think you have me at a disadvantage,” she muttered.
Pleasure flashed in his eyes. His lips twitched up just a tiny fraction, almost too faint to measure, but she saw it. In fact, she was sure he wanted her to notice. He wasn’t the sort who apologized for anything.
He was—and completely unashamed of it.
“I’m your boss.”
She stepped back, something inside of her recoiling. The hot curl of excitement was lingering in her clit, so she wasn’t really sure what it was she objected to, only that complete submission was out of the question. It wasn’t a conscious thought, but something she felt on a very personal level.
His eyes narrowed, somehow becoming more sensuous, more determined.
“Excuse me,” he offered softly. “Tarak Nektosha, your employer.”
She was a complete idiot. He wasn’t Japanese; he was Apache. Lawless, savage, and exactly like the line of vehicles his company produced.
“I require someone to help me cut the ribbon,” he clarified.
“Oh…” She glanced back at the waiting table. The press was positioned near it, their hands on their cameras, more than one was casting an impatient look toward Tarak. “Sure.”
As far as a professional response went, it lacked a lot. But saying “yes, sir” just seemed too submissive. A large part of her flatly rebelled. It was a system-wide rejection, one she was sure she hadn’t experienced before in her life. No man had ever unleashed such a bundle of emotions inside her.
Or so much heat.
Get a grip, girl…
And fast too. It was her frickin’ boss.
He caught her hand. The contact was jarring. She flinched, pulling free. His lips curled, just a tiny amount, flashing his teeth at her before he reached out and renewed his grasp on her hand. His gaze settled on her lips for a moment, causing her breath to catch.
“They are ready for you, Mr. Nektosha,” one of the dark-suited bodyguards informed him quietly.
He stepped forward, settling her hand on his arm. His shoulder rose above her own as he swept her toward the table. She felt petite and scoffed at her own foolishness.
She was wearing a garter belt for Christ’s sake.
But you’re trembling like a virgin.
“Smile at them…” he leaned down and whispered. “And at me.”
He kept a firm hand on top of hers as he guided her toward the tables. The distance seemed to triple as the camera lenses were pointed at her. The flashes popped, blinding her to everything but her escort. Everyone beyond them was just a shape in the shadows.
Tarak was right at home. He strode down the path, nodding at those waiting to see his performance. The quartet played a fanfare as they arrived at the velvet ribbon. He eased her into place, the position of his hand perfect. He just seemed to know how to touch her. One hand cupping her hip and slipping across her lower back to gently push her in front of him. Once he was behind her, she shivered as his size dwarfed her. He caught her hip once more, his fingers spreading out over her belly and securing her in place. The breeze coming off the ocean was cool, but she could feel his body heat against her back. She was still caught in the hold of arousal. Her c**t was throbbing and whining for attention.
Her timing couldn’t have been worse.
Author Bio: Dawn Ryder is the erotic romance pen name of a bestselling author of historical romances. She has been publishing her stories for over 8 years to a growing and appreciative audience. She is commercially published in mass market and trade paper, and digi-first published with trade paper releases. She is hugely committed to her career as an author, as well as to other authors and to her readership. She resides in Southern California.
-Author website: http://www.dawnryder.com/books/out-of-bounds/
Sourcebooks Casablanca (June 3, 2014)
ISBN-13: 9781402287121 ♦ ISBN-10: 1402287127
*From the author’s website*
Power may be best when it’s shared…
He’s used to dominating…
Tarak Nektosha is a self-made man, against all odds. He accomplished that by making sure he’s the one in charge, both in the boardroom and in the bedroom.
She’s taking her power back…
Sabra Donovan has ambition to spare and energy to burn. So what if her last lover was a disappointment? She’s never going to be anyone’s plaything ever again.
Sabra’s outstanding performance at a corporate photo op attracts Tarak’s attention, and the lines begin to blur. What happens when the one on top surrenders and the one used to obeying begins to call the shots?
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