Expecting Surrender by Trent Evans
My newest erotic romance, Expecting Surrender, is finally complete and published. I asked Kate if she’d be willing to let me post about it on her blog and she was kind enough to say yes
This book is something I haven’t seen much of, which is an exploration of how a married couple navigate their increasingly intense D/s dynamic with the joys — and difficulties — of pregnancy. I hope you’ll have a look at it;)
Read on for the description, excerpt and buy links. Thanks again, Kate!
They’d called it The Game. An intriguing truth or dare, a little spice to an already hot sexual chemistry between two married professionals. But what started as a mere game evolved into something so much more, a dark, exciting adventure into serious power exchange. It soon became the center of their lives, the beating, lust-fueled heart of their sexual relationship.
It was an exploration of pleasure, of pain, of elemental desire. A married couple diving deep into the waters of Dominance and submission. Like forbidden fruit, The Game had opened their eyes to the primal drives, the animal lusts lurking within each of them — and they knew they’d never be the same again.
Then came the day she’d received the surprise news… in the form of a positive pregnancy test.
Now Keihl and Kirsten, deeply in love, facing a profound, joyful change in their lives, must contemplate the prospect of putting aside The Game, just when things are really heating up. After all, pregnancy and BDSM are utterly incompatible. Right?
Or was there a way to have both? Perhaps Kirsten’s pregnancy might open up an entirely new world to them within the alluring, lust-drenched context of a loving, yet strict, Dominance and submission dynamic? Perhaps the pregnancy might change them both in ways neither of them yet understand?
Two lovers will discover if Dominance and submission, if pain and pleasure, and finding the real people they are inside is indeed still possible, now that a baby is on the way…
Publisher’s Warning: Intended for mature readers. 18 and over only!
This is a contemporary MF BDSM erotic romance. The novel contains the following themes: explicit sexuality, pervasive D/s, exhibitionism, spanking, bondage, and other BDSM activities. If such content might offend you, please do not purchase this book.
Word count: 134,520 words.
Page Count: 470 pages
“Jesus Christ,” Keihl breathed, his eyes wide.
Kirsten strolled around the table to stand next to her husband. His eyes followed her as if his head were on a swivel.
“What — what are you up to?” He reached out for her, and she grasped his wrist. She moved his hand under the brief black robe she’d changed into, the long, lithe legs he so admired fully exposed to his gaze. The hem barely covered her ass, and as his fingers explored beneath it, his eyes registered the heated surprise of finding she hadn’t a stitch on underneath it.
“I need you to tell me.”
“Tell you what?” His eyes rose to hers.
“If you’ll do it. I need to know before I go any further.”
A flash of something flickered through his gaze, and she feared it might all be ruined. Killed before it could ever begin.
“Sit down.” He indicated the chair next to him with a slight movement of his head.
“Answer me, Keihl. Please.”
If he said what she knew he was about to say, she would die. Just die. It wasn’t supposed to happen this way! But she’d seen it. The doubt. The uncertainty. She knew her husband well, and that look, that hint of the clever mind that whirled behind those bewitching eyes, spoke volumes. He was going to back out.
“If you want my answer, you’ll sit down,” he said, his voice rougher. “Come on, sit.”
She fought the tears that wanted to form behind her eyes. She shrugged, her shoulders heavy, and sank to her seat.
“I’ll do it.”
“Look, maybe this was all a mist—” Her mouth gaped, and she felt her heart squeeze to a halt. “What?”
“I said, I’ll do it, Kirsten.” His mouth was a thin line, but his eyes blazed, boring into her with the powers of acute observation she knew served him well in the courtroom.
Mostly, those eyes just made her want to jump his bones.
“Oh… okay,” she whispered, her head tilted downward. “Are you … sure?”
“There’s something you need to know first.”
The other shoe. There was always something else. Just as her dream looked to be coming to life, the delicious possibilities of fantasy laying themselves out before her, the harsh sting of reality was ready to dispel it all.
“I’ve been talking to someone about … things like this.”
“You — what?”
He nodded. “Tom.”
“You’ve got to be joking. Tom? As in ‘Doctor Tom’?”
“What did he tell you?” She sat back in her chair, pulling the robe closed over her blatantly displayed cleavage.
“Don’t,” Keihl said, shifting forward and grasping one of her hands in his. She clamped onto him firmly, eager for his touch, even though her subconscious was registering the danger ahead.
“Did you tell him about—” she swallowed, looking away “—this?”
“No, never,” Keihl said, his jaw clenching.
The vehemence with which he said it gave her some small reassurance. The thought of Keihl and Tom talking about what The Game had been evolving into made her feel — awkward.
Aren’t you looking for ‘hot fucking pissed’?
But she knew that wouldn’t quite be the truth though. It should be, but it wasn’t. She’d always liked Tom and Sharon, though she wondered why Keihl didn’t express interest in the four of them doing much together as couples. She’d guessed it was simply a matter of Keihl needing friends that were separate from them. Neutral ground. Like Joely was for her.
Now, she wasn’t so sure there wasn’t something else to it.
“He wanted me to tell you about him and—”
“What did you tell him?”
Keihl frowned at her, his eyes darkening. That look always elicited equal parts irritation and arousal in her. It was different, now. There was a heated weight to that gaze. As if it were a signal of something ahead.
“I already told you — nothing. Don’t interrupt me, Kirsten. We need to talk about this. It’s important.”
She closed her mouth on the retort trying to claw its way out.
Stop with trying to prove your feminist bona fides, Kirsten.
That tone made her pussy tingle. It was as if he were speaking to a little girl. A disobedient little girl. She felt like such a slut, thinking about sex at that particular moment. But the whole conversation revolved around sex, and she couldn’t help herself.
“He and Sharon.” He rubbed at his chin, long fingers tracing his strong jaw. “They live a lifestyle — similar to what you said you were interested in.”
Kirsten felt her heart skip a beat and excited butterflies begin their frantic fluttering in her belly. “Okay. Why are you telling me this?”
“Because, some of what they do.” He looked away for the first time. “I’m not sure I could do. To you.”
She swallowed, elation and nervousness warring within her. How was it possible? She put her hand to her lips, nibbling on the tip of her finger.
“With the baby and everything.” His eyes darted downward for the briefest of moments. “Maybe the time isn’t right for all this?’
“Keihl.” She sat forward, her grip on his hand tightening. “I don’t want you to worry about the baby.”
“Why not?” The note of frustration in his tone surprised her. “I can’t very well be beating your ass red with you nine months pregnant, can I?”
She inhaled sharply at the imagery his words elicited in her mind. Apparently, she wasn’t the only one harboring such thoughts.
“Well, no, you probably can’t.” It was her turn to look away, and she felt the heat at her cheeks. “I’ve been doing some — reading.”
“Reading?” His lips curved slightly.
“Yes.” She locked eyes with his, willing herself to stay calm. “As long as we aren’t too rough, we can do quite a bit, even into late stage pregnancy.”
Keihl stared at her a moment, then reached for his glass, sipping.
“Besides. You won’t even want to touch your bloated wife anyway. So this is all academic.”
He set his glass down, hard. “Stand up.”
She let go of his hand and stood, her fingers clamping the edge of the table in an effort to steady herself on trembling legs.
“Closer,” he said, spreading his knees.
She moved within the span of his legs. Her legs felt about as stable as a ladder in soft sand. The five inch heels she’d chosen as part of her outfit didn’t help in that regard either.
He stared up at her, his eyes flashing, mouth a hard line. “I don’t want to hear you say that again.”
“It’s true, isn’t it?” Her voice quavered. She remembered what Joely had told her about her own pregnancy. The thought made her blood run cold. Rejection.
“Maybe for some men. But not for me.” He pulled at the sash, and flicked the robe open, almost as if the clothing bothered him. His gaze coursed down her body, and she closed her eyes, the warm coiling beginning deep within her belly.
“This body.” He reached up and lay a hand at the base of her throat. “Is beautiful. And it will be even more beautiful when you’re swollen with our baby.”
She shook her head, at once hopeful that maybe he was telling the truth, and at the same time fearing he was just telling her what he thought she wanted to hear.
“Some men.” He shook his head, frowning. “Well, let’s just say some of them don’t know a good thing when they see it.”
His hand meandered down her body, the fingertips slipping under the edge of the robe to ease one breast fully out from behind the fabric. He ran the back of his knuckles across her nipple, once, twice. It pebbled almost instantly, his touch like electricity on her flesh.
“These,” he said, grasping the nipple firmly between thumb and finger. “They’ll turn darker, and get longer and wider.”
She bit her lower lip as he squeezed.
“They’re already long though, aren’t they?”
She averted her eyes. She’d always been embarrassed by her prominent nipples. She’d usually had a difficult time finding the right bra that would completely conceal them. Once she met her husband it had become even more difficult. Just the smell of his cologne as he brushed by would be enough to have them stand up for him.
“But in a few weeks, mmm, they’ll be even better.”
“You won’t even notice,” she mumbled. Her pulse thumped in her neck, so strong she swore even he could hear it.
“That’s what you think,” he said, moving the robe off both shoulders, letting it fall to bunch at her elbows. “I’ll keep track of all of it. I’ve been thinking about this.”
She squeezed her eyes tight as he brushed the pads of his thumbs across both erect nipples. It was just the lightest of touches, exactly the way he knew would make her fly apart. It felt as if two vibrating cords were being drawn out from the tips of her breasts when he did that.
“Sensitive are they?”
She nodded, a tiny whimper escaping her plump lips.
“Better get used to that, girl.” He flicked one of them, and she jerked at the unexpected sting. He looked back up at her, grinning. “See? I barely touched you. Poor Kirsten.”
She frowned down at him. “Now you’re just being mean.”
“Something else you’d better get used to,” he said, his grin disappearing.
A frisson of nervousness raced down her spine. She began to wonder if she might be biting off a little more than she could chew here.
His hands took both of her soft breasts, giving them a hard squeeze before they moved lower, swirling over her belly. Fingertips traced the central line of her abdomen, explored the well of the navel.
“Enjoy that while you can,” she said with a rueful quirk of her lips.
“Just a few more weeks.” He leaned forward to lay his lips against the smooth flesh of her belly.
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