Dressed as a sex slave and hiding behind a mask, Emily arrives at a costume party ready to make a former co-worker pay for not noticing her lush curves.
Emily grabs the opportunity to make a former co-worker she fantasised about before leaving for the US Peace Corps pay for not noticing her lush curves. Her goal—blow his mind with her sex slave seduction and leave him aching for more.
Wearing a borrowed costume and mask, Daniel accepts the offer of a woman eager to show him what she can do with the sheer scarves she's untying from her waist. His goal—make sure the woman undressing for him knows how incredible she is and understands that he isn't a one-night-only kind of man.
Publisher's Note: This book was previously released at another publisher. It has been revised and re-edited for release with Totally Bound Pubilshing.
General Release Date: 3rd December 2012
Emily climbed the gritty Metro steps, then slipped to the side of the packed Georgetown sidewalk and for the third time since leaving her apartment peeked into her magenta satin bag. Of course, everything was still there—two short coils of soft, white rope, a black scarf and her phone. Along with the two lavender-coloured scarves tied around her waist, she had everything she needed.
Her ringtone hit the air just as she was about to tug the drawstring tight. She pulled her cell out, checking the display as she headed south towards the Potomac. "Hey, Jenn."
"Where are you?"
She held the phone close to her ear, doing her best to block out the rumble of traffic. "Georgetown."
"Duh. Are you at the party?"
Talking to her best friend meant she could tell the truth. "If I was there, I wouldn’t have answered." Rushing forward to catch the crosswalk light, Emily added, "I’m about six blocks from Gino’s now."
"Then what’s all that noise?"
"It’s Friday night. What do you expect?"
"Oh my God—you’re on the street. You didn’t take a cab?"
"Why would I take a cab?" she replied, hopping up the kerb.
"Are you wearing—wearing…"
"My costume?" Emily glanced down at the silky combination of lavender, yellow and pink. Tiny bells jangled from her slippers and her skin flashed in the golden rays of early evening autumn sun. "Sure, I’m wearing it. It’s DC, nothing is too scandalous."
"But…"
Laughing, Emily imagined Jenn’s expression. "It’s no big deal."
"That top is so low and with that half corset on—"
Emily glanced down. Jenn was right—she knew because she’d designed the outfit to show off what Emily had recently realised was the best she had to offer—her double Ds—and disguise what she still considered her fatal flaw—her too curvy hips. The layers of long, sheer fabric floated around her legs, leaving everything to the imagination.
Looking like a sex slave had been the exact point of the outfit but she hadn’t completely lost her mind. "I have the jacket buttoned for now." It was true, she did, but still she’d noticed more than a few heads turn when she made her way down the sidewalk.
"Oh. Okay."
Emily grinned at Jenn’s obvious relief. "Stop worrying about me." She turned off M and headed up a steep side street, garnering more glances as the bells jingled. "I have everything under control. I know what I’m doing."
"So you keep saying. Over and over. Is it me or yourself you’re trying to convince?"
Emily veered around a cluster of soccer kids, then paused next to a mailbox, adjusting one of her delicate shoes. "I’ve got my mind made up. I’m not backing out now."
"But what if—"
"I’ll never have a chance like this again. I’ll get what I want and Randy will never know it was me. Nobody ends up hurt. See? It’s perfect."
Nothing but silence came across the line, until Jenn finally conceded. "Okay, I guess. But be careful."
She would to a point, but it was probably being too careful that had been the problem all along. "I thought you creative types were supposed to be wild." Emily waited for a trio of moms with overloaded strollers to glide past then pushed away from the mailbox. "All I have to do is look for the sultan with the green and blue sash and obnoxious gold brocade-trimmed tunic."
"And call me first thing in the morning."
Emily agreed to give her friend most of the details, then clicked off and marched towards Gino’s, tucking the ties of the pink and lavender veil that covered her slim mask behind her ears as she went. There was absolutely no going back now.
Randall Kentworth didn’t stand a chance.
Isabelle Drake got her start writing confession stories for pulp magazines like True Confessions and True Love. Since publishing those first few stories she has written in multiple genres, earned and MFA in Creative Writing and became an English & Writing Professor.
When away from her keyboard, she watches films, especially classic noir, horror and romance, and reads (of course). An avid traveler, she'll go just about anywhere--at least once--to meet people and get ideas.
Isabelle is very active on social media. You can find her on the following social channels: Facebook, Twitter, Tumblr, Youtube, Goodreads and Snapchat as isadrake.
Reviewed by Blackraven Reviews
Now or Never is a short, hot read that will have you cheering Emily on when she takes herself on a short trip to a sensual paradise via a costume party...If you like hot, sensual, sexy stories then...
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Reviewed by Whipped Cream Reviews
If you want a costume party story that will curl your toes and have you running for some ice water, then check out Now or Never by Isabelle Drake.
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