Known only by the name Sable, she's made a reputation for herself interviewing some of the most powerful men in the country for Erotic Fantasy Magazine . But the mysterious Alex Courtland still eludes her. His conquests are legendary and people whisper about weekend trips to his island retreat with women he then never sees again. But Sable is determined. She wants to write the article about his ultimate sexual fantasy and she'll do anything to get it.
When she finally corners him at a posh party, he offers her a bargain: Come to his Maine retreat with him for a weekend as his sexual submissive. If she does this, he will give her the interview she wants. He promises that by the end of the weekend she'll beg him to satisfy her.
But things don't always go as planned. Sable is far different from his other women, more strong-willed and not looking to 'catch' him and his millions. And Alex, whose soul long ago froze and turned to stone, finds himself awakening from emotional cold storage.
In the end, just who will be begging who?
Publisher's note: This book has been released previously. It has been revised and re-edited for release with Totally Bound
General Release Date: 26th May 2008
Sable gazed around the room, absorbing the men and women in elegant evening clothes. Self-consciously she smoothed her hand against the fabric of her silk sapphire sheath and tucked a stray auburn curl behind one ear. She’d pulled every string she could to wrangle an invitation to this fundraiser for the top socially elite, with one objective in mind. And there he was. Alex Courtland, billionaire owner of the Auto-Tech software company.
Writing a series for Erotic Fantasy Magazine called “Every Man’s Fantasy”, she’d interviewed the sexiest men in the country. The articles were a raging success because for a change, they were told from the man’s point of view.
From the moment she’d first met him at a media function, Sable wanted not only the interview but the man. Tall and lean, he carried an aura of power with him that was almost visible. Thick midnight black hair was worn long and tied back at the nape of his neck. Eyes like hot coals stared out from under lashes so thick most women would kill for them. His finely chiselled features could have been created by a sculptor.
She’d come here tonight determined to get what would be her final—and most exciting interview. She’d heard all the whispers about him, how he was into bondage and S&M, how he worked to break the spirit of the women he took to his isolated Maine retreat, and how he never saw them again after that. Two words were used to describe him in the boardroom and the bedroom—ruthless and cold.
Alex Courtland was all about control, and Sable knew about that. Control was how she’d turned lumpy, dumpy Sally Morgan into the mysterious Sable M, and how she maintained that image.
Just looking at him made her nipples harden and liquid soak her crotch. For months now, he’d played a starring role in her darkest fantasies, and she could almost come just being near him. How could one person have such an effect on her?
As she watched him he turned, and his eyes locked onto hers. If she’d been aroused before, it was nothing to what she felt now. She wasn’t sure she could walk without her own liquid seeping down her legs.
Apparently she wasn’t going to have to, because here he came, crossing the room with big, powerful strides, his eyes like lasers burning holes into her.
“Ah, the persistent Sable.” He plucked a champagne flute from a passing waiter, then let his eyes take a lazy trip over every inch of her body, all five feet of it. “Are you here tonight to stalk me?”
She took a sip of her own champagne to calm her chattering nerves. “If you’d take my calls, I wouldn’t have to follow you around.”
“You must have worked a great deal of magic to come here tonight.”
“I have…connections.”
“I’ll bet you do.”
A quartet in the corner began to play a soft ballad, and a few couples moved onto the miniscule dance floor. Alex took both glasses and placed them on a nearby table then took her hand and tugged her towards the floor.
“Dance with me. We can discuss your…proposition.”
She let him pull her onto the floor and into his embrace. The spicy scent of his cologne teased at her nostrils, and the heat of his body flowed into hers. They were touching from shoulder to knee, her breasts pressed into his hard-muscled chest, his hard cock pressing into the softness of her belly.
A multi-published, award winning, Amazon and USA Today best-selling author, Desiree Holt has produced more than 200 titles and won many awards. She has received an EPIC E-Book Award, the Holt Medallion and many others including Author After Dark’s Author of the Year. She has been featured on CBS Sunday Morning and in The Village Voice, The Daily Beast, USA Today, The Wall Street Journal, The London Daily Mail. She lives in Florida with her cats who insist they help her write her books, and is addicted to football.
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Reviewed by Night Owl Romance Reviews
Reviewer Top Pick! There's not a book from Desiree Holt that I haven't enjoyed, and she does it again as we explore the erotic fantasies we dream of but don't talk about with our friends......
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Reviewed by Fallen Angels Reviews
This short story is great for those who want to be entertained and aroused but with a limited time for their reading pleasure...Beg Me was all in all a quick, entertaining read.
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