Out Now—Get Off Easy
by Sara Brookes (@sara_brookes) #sarabrookes #noblehouse #carinapress #bdsm
#menage #newrelease
Blurb
At Noble House,
fantasy has no limits. Log on and enter a world of your most secret desires.
And remember, there is nothing more noble than the pursuit of passion…
I shouldn’t be watching, but I can’t look away.
It’s been years since I’ve seen Ford “Saint” Templar or
Boyce Denali in person—although the gorgeous men have haunted too many of my
fantasies to count. But now they’re here, right on my screen. Together. It’s
the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.
And I want in.
Noble House is the kingdom of geek kink, where the thrill
comes from knowing that someone is always watching. All I have to do is be
brave enough to turn off the screen, walk through the door and ask Saint and
Boyce to take me back.
We used to be so good together, but we’re different people
now. Will Saint’s commands still bring me to my knees with desire? Will the
anticipation of Boyce’s touch still drive me wild? Will I be able to survive
the pleasure of having them both?
It’s time to stop watching. I need this. I need them. And
just maybe, they need me, too.
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Excerpt
Darkness surrounded Grae. In her life. In her mind. And even
in her office as she leaned back in her overstuffed, overpriced chair and
yawned. The creature comforts weren’t enough to keep her interested in the
image flickering on her computer screen. Not that well-chiseled abs didn’t do
it for her. They totally did. But considering the fact she’d been the one to
draw, define, and enhance each one of those tongue-licking indentions, the
final product had lost its appeal hours ago.
As long as the female audience members went wild, she would
keep plodding along. Not to mention, if she didn’t deliver, she wouldn’t be
paid her hard-earned check. As tempting as it was to continue, she desperately
needed a break.
A quick glance at her trusty desktop clock showed she hadn’t
stopped for over thirty-six hours. Since she was on a deadline, her director’s
schedule won out over sleep and basic hygiene. Especially because she was under
contract. If she wanted another shot at working with this director, she needed
to have this guy’s abs painted on and swoon-worthy in the next three hours.
One hell of a reward awaited her after she completed her
work, too.
As she made her way to the kitchen to refill her carafe, she
tapped the reminder postcard that arrived two days ago against her chin. Fresh
coffee would get her through. At least it had to. She’d worked under tighter
deadlines, and on less sleep, than this project.
Thirty-six hours with no sleep was kid’s stuff.
Her reward, however, was not child appropriate.
No way. No how.
Kochran Duke was throwing one of his famous parties tonight.
The events, where participation was allowed by members both at the club and
online, were not low-key and always the highlight of the month. It also meant
there was a distinct possibility Saint and Boyce would attend. They never
missed a party at the converted armory. No telling what they’d be doing,
though.
It was always a surprise when it came to those two.
She shoved a fresh filter into the brew basket, dumped in
beans and water, and realized she didn’t care. They could sit and read nursery
rhymes to one another, and she’d still get off. Wasn’t as though she’d joined
Kochran’s exclusive website only to watch the pretty boys play with their toys.
Okay, well, it wasn’t the only reason.
There was a touch of practicality to why she chose to spend
her night watching porn.
And it had nothing to do with satisfying her voyeuristic
tendencies.
Her former Master recommended the online dungeon when it
became obvious she had all the desire and drive to submit, but none of the
time. Noble House offered several levels of membership depending on
participation or observation. The fees were steep, but it was a small price to
pay for satisfying a guilty indulgence from the privacy of her home office.
Once she’d discovered two of her closest friends from
college were Dominants at Noble House, her interest in the private club
increased tenfold. Thanks to alumni updates from the university, she’d known
they’d continued to date after they graduated. Even knew where they lived
because of an article published six months ago in the yearly alumni newsletter
about the building they’d saved from the wrecking ball and turned into an
apartment complex. Knowing they were still together, and trying to change the
world, warmed her heart.
And a few other strategic lady bits.
Someday she would visit Noble House. Though the idea of
taking a vacation long enough to visit Northern California sounded absurd. With
the constant trail of work following her wherever she went, taking a break was
unheard of. Visiting friends she hadn’t seen in more than a decade was even
more ludicrous. As was confessing she’d seen every one of their broadcasted
scenes since she’d become a member.
And hunted through the archives.
Several times over.
The coffeepot chimed. She dumped the contents into the
carafe, then grabbed the French vanilla creamer. As she made her way back to
her spacious office, her eyes slowly adjusted to the permanent darkness she’d created
thanks to heavy light-blocking blinds. Day or night, the lighting in the room
never changed. When she’d decided to leave the guaranteed contract with the
big-budget movie studio behind and become a freelancer, she’d invested in all
the bells and whistles. No sense working from home without the proper
equipment.
Six monitors wasn’t too much, right?
A quick check of the emails she’d been ignoring for the past
few hours indicated the director was getting aggravated. Time to buckle down
and turn out this masterpiece. Armed with a fresh cup of coffee, Grae leaned
back to watch the fight sequence she’d been working on for the past week. She
noted a few minor inconsistencies she could smooth over while she waited to see
if she had approval. No need to waste her time if the director wanted to ditch
the segment.
Task completed, she zipped the file, then dropped it onto
her secure server. An email containing the link to the director was next and
meant her part was complete. She flipped a switch to change over to her
personal computer tower and waited for it to boot. When it finally beeped in
greeting, she directed the browser window to Noble House’s main site. A few
keystrokes, and the splash page for tonight’s event flashed onto the huge
screen she’d mounted on the wall.
Two very familiar faces stared back at her.
Boyce Denali, the one on the left, wore heavy-duty leathers.
Too bulky for working inside the club. These were the kind used for protection
should he take a spill. Though she doubted he would ever be so careless. Boyce
was the kind of man the pavement moved for. Dark blond, piercing blues, muscles
to die for, and a chiseled bone structure even the most formidable Viking would
find intimidating.
Ford Templar, on the other hand, was all dark and mysterious.
Nicknamed Saint at the club, Ford was broody. Sulky. Dark hair. Olive skin.
Lean muscles. The dark to Boyce’s light. Except his eyes. Those eyes. Eerily
colored, they reminded her of glass Coke bottles. Rumor had it his gaze could
pierce right through to someone’s soul. While Boyce held a commanding air that
demanded to be heard, Saint wore his power subtly but was still all dominant
authority.
Seemingly connected at the hip, the two men scened together
every week. Much to her delight. Grae didn’t think she’d ever seen them work
with a submissive alone. Not that the choice to only carry out ménage scenes
affected their standing at the club. Not in the least. Every time they worked
together, their scenes had been nothing short of spectacular.
“Let’s see what you’re up to tonight, boys.”
*****
Author bio:
Sara Brookes has always been fascinated by the strange, the
unusual, the twisted and the lost (tortured heroes are her personal favorite).
She is an action movie junkie, addicted to coffee and has been known to stay up
until the wee hours of the morning playing RPG video games. Despite all this
geekiness, she is a romantic at heart and is always a sucker for an excellent
love story.
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