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So you just couldn't wait to learn more about the woman Mardi Maxwell who brings you those wonderful and naughty books from the Club Mystique, well beforeyou do, let me tell you a couple of things. ....but in case you came to enter the raffle for the first time....or the second time...let me tell you about it.
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Now let me get to the really good part and introduce Mardi Maxwell. When I asked her what it was like to be an author, this is what she had to say.
Well, it’s a glamorous life if you like wearing your pj’s all
day and spending hours alone in front of a computer. Or, if you’re addicted to
the taste of coffee that you made two hours ago and is now cold and not in a
good way. Or, how about this? I was so busy writing Luc and Logan’s book that I
didn’t want to stop and go to the store. All I had in the house was half a
package of grated cheese and some salsa? So, I poured the cheese on a plate
then melted it in the microwave, dumped the salsa on top of it and ate it. Not
bad, really.
Thank goodness my family and best friend love me and
understand when they call and I say
I’m busy. Or, all those times we’re having a family get
together and I wander off into the corner with a notepad and pen. Writing is
not a nine to five job and even when I’m working in my garden or swimming with
my sisters I’m plotting in my head or working out that pesky bit of dialogue
that’s giving me problems. Would I give
up writing? Never. Even if I never published a book I would still write them
for myself.
Here's How you can contact Mardi:
Here's A Little Something About the 3 Books She Currently Has Published and Where you Can Buy Them. OOOOOOOOHHHHHHH THEY ARE GOOD!!!
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LOVE AND OBEY (The Doms of Club Mystique) [Hot
Texas cowboy Green Beret, spanking, lots of really great sex, and did I mention
some kink? No, yup, BDSM]
Addison
Matthews has wanted Cade Ramsey almost all her life. What she doesn’t know is
he’s wanted her just as much. Wanting turned into need, for both of them, when
she acted like a brat and he gave her a spanking. Cade’s a Dom with a vanilla
plan who’s determined to have the perfect marriage. Addison’s a meddler who
really wants another spanking. Let the scheming begin.
JACKSON’S
SUB (The Doms of Club Mystique 2) [hot cowboy Marine sniper, sexy
stubborn lady, spanking, lots of really hot sex and a little BDSM, okay, a lot
BDSM]
Jenna Parnelle spent one night of passionate submission with
Jackson Ramsey before he broke her heart by sending her away. He loved her but
was afraid his fierce possessiveness would destroy their relationship. Too bad
he didn’t explain that to her because Jenna thinks he was just slumming with
the chubby girl from the poor side of town. Now, Jackson wants her back but
she’ll only agree to spend three weeks as his sub while she tries to work him
out of her system. Jackson is determined to use the time to become a permanent
part of her heart.
THEIR
TEMPORARY SUB (The Doms of Club Mystique 3) [Two hot Texas cowboy Marines,
sneaky lady with a lot of tricks up her sleeves, twice as much hot sex, and
some devious BDSM)
Catching
Cassie Edwards was the easy part for twin Doms, Luc and Logan Ramsey her.
Keeping her will be the hard part. Cassie was trained by her Marine father to
take care of herself. That’s a good thing because the men hunting her want her
dead. When Luc and Logan find out she’s in danger they decide to become her
full-service bodyguards and they move her into their home. Can one lush lady
handle all the attention coming her way?
ZANE’S CHOICE comes out in August / September 2014.
GENERAL EXCERPT
Logan sorted through the
weapons in the tote then read the labels on the two pill bottles he found and
held them up. “Sleep medication and something for anxiety,” he said as he
opened Cassie’s wallet and rifled through it then held up a card. “The doctor
who prescribed the medication.”
“You take her. I’ll make
the call,” Luc said.
“No. You suck at talking
to people.” Logan pulled his cell phone from his wet jean pocket, frowned at it
when he realized it was out of commission, then left the room.
Luc tightened his arms
around Cassie and rocked her, all the while wondering how he had ended up with
her, in tears and on his lap. He didn’t do this kind of thing and he was
completely out of his element. Wishing Logan would hurry up and return, he
nuzzled his chin against the top of her head. “It’s okay, pet. Logan will take
care of you.”
He didn’t know if she
heard him or not, but the crying seemed to be easing off. A few minutes later,
after a couple sniffles and a few hiccups, he felt her body softening until she
lay quietly in his arms, asleep. Feeling her shiver, he carefully laid her down
and removed her damp clothes. Her feet had several small cuts and scrapes on
them and he made a note to clean them and have the doctor check them out. Picking
her up, he carried her to his room and gently laid her on his bed. He changed
into dry clothes then decided Cassie would be scared if she woke up naked. He
dressed her in one of his T-shirts, then smiled when he saw how it covered her
to her knees. Standing by the bed, looking down at her, he thought, what the
hell, and slid onto the bed and pulled her into his arms. He justified his
actions to himself by deciding Logan would expect him to take care of her while
he was busy calling her therapist.
A few minutes later
Logan walked into the room, followed by Doc Roberts.
“How’s she doing?” Logan
asked.
“Sleeping.” Luc stood
up. “Wore herself out crying.”
Doc Roberts moved to the
side of the bed. After checking Cassie’s pulse and heart rate, he used a small
flashlight to examine her eyes then stepped back, rubbed his chin, and said,
“Tell me again what the therapist said.”
“I told her what had
happened, and all she said was she couldn’t discuss Cassie with me but that she
needed to see her as soon as possible.”
“I’ll call her,” Doc
Roberts said. “From what you’ve told me, it sounds like something you did
triggered a panic attack. It’s best to let her sleep for a while.”
“Her feet have some cuts
and scrapes on them,” Luc said.
Doc looked at Cassie’s
feet while Logan got a tub of water and several washcloths and a towel. After
Doc cleaned the shallow cuts and put ointment on them. “They’ll be okay.” He
walked toward the door to the hallway. “I’ll be right back. I’m going to call
Cassie’s therapist.”
Logan moved to the side
of the bed, sat down, and held Cassie’s hand. “What the hell happened?”
Luc shook out the
cashmere throw that he kept at the end of his bed and covered Cassie with it
before sitting down on her other side. He picked up Cassie’s hand and ran his
fingers over her wrist. “Limits. No restraints. I was holding her wrists.”
“I put the towel over
her head to dry her hair.” Logan frowned. “She only plays in a club. Clubs have
monitors. She feels safer there.”
“No. She doesn’t play
there either.”
“She played with
Thompson.”
Luc handed Logan his
waterproof phone. “Call him.”
After a short
conversation, Logan handed the phone back to Luc. “Thompson said as soon as he
put a cuff on her she freaked out on him. He calmed her down then talked to her
about getting some counseling with a friend of his.”
“Doctor Carson,” Luc
said, saying the name on the pill bottles and business card.
“Yes.” Before Logan
could say what was on his mind, Doc Roberts came back in the room.
“I can’t disclose what
Cassie told Doctor Carson other than that Cassie hasn’t made any progress in
her therapy sessions.”
Luc glanced at Logan. A
quick series of facial movements flew between them and then with a final nod
they came to an agreement.
“One other thing I found
interesting, though,” Doc Roberts said. “Doctor Carson said two weeks ago
someone broke into her office. She said she never would have known about the
break-in but her assistant had been in a hurry the previous day and had stuck
several files in the front of a drawer intending to file them the next day.
When the assistant opened the file cabinet to get them they had been moved to
another drawer—the one where Cassie’s file is kept and her file was with them.”
“They want to know what
she’s told the doctor,” Logan said.
Luc tightened his hand
around her wrist. “How do they know about Carson?”
“Maybe they’re following
her,” Logan said. “She said ‘they’ll find out about you and you’ll die, too’
when we said we wanted to help her.”
“So, maybe she knows
someone is following her, but who died?” Luc asked.
“Her father, Ryan
Edwards, when she was seventeen,” Jackson said from the doorway.
“Tell us what you know,”
Luc said.
“Not much,” Jackson
said. “Just that while Ryan, Thor, and I were out of the country, something
happened to her. She told her father and he called Thor in a rage. They
arranged to meet at Club Elysium but on the way there Ryan stopped for gas and
was killed in what the police decided was a robbery that turned into a
homicide. A witness who was ex-military told Thor it was a professional hit.
Two men. Well organized.”
Luc lifted Cassie’s
wrist to his lips and kissed it. “Does Cassie know he was targeted?”
“Yes. We had to tell
her. She was blaming herself for his death because she had driven his car and
left the tank empty again.”
ADULT EXCERPT
“Climb on.” Luc tapped
the padded bench while little lines appeared at the outer corners of his
eyes—his version of a grin.
Cassie looked at the
bench and saw that it was like the spanking bench at Club Mystique. It was a
large sawhorse with places on each side for her knees and arms. Behind it was a
mirror-covered wall and she could see the three of them reflected in it.
She had never been so
drawn to a man, or rather two men, in her life, and in that moment, she knew
she was going to fight her fear to have them. Determined, she drew on her
observations of submissive behavior and began the performance of a lifetime.
Fluttering her lashes down over her eyes, she wiggled her hips and pulled her
skirt up until the hem brushed the top of her mound, then moved to the side of
the bench. She gracefully straddled the padded bench and raised her knees to
the knee rest. Then she balanced her weight and curved her shoulders back in a
deep arch, and humped the bench. Feeling free for the first time in years, she
shook her head, and felt her long hair brush back and forth over the thin
material of her shirt. She stroked her braless breasts and gave each nipple a
little pinch before dropping onto her belly and placing her forearms on the
padded rests. The padded bench was cool beneath her left cheek as she opened
her eyes and saw Luc and Logan reflected in the mirrored wall.
Logan’s eyes were locked
on her, his expression dark with lust. Luc’s eyes were locked on her, too. She
didn’t know what his expression meant but it was definitely no longer blank.
They both reached for their shirts and whipped them off then dropped them to
the floor before moving toward her. A heated wave of lust flooded her body and
her hormones woke up and screamed, “yes, yes, yes.” They were gorgeous. Two
bronze warriors with black hair, square jaws, and beautifully sculpted lips.
Their arms were just the way she liked them, strong with well-defined muscles,
and their bellies had sharply sculpted washboard abs that she ached to explore.
Luc moved to her left
side as Logan moved to her right and she took note that this was their usual
pattern. Looking in the mirror and seeing Logan’s feelings on his face, she
realized he didn’t care if people knew what he was feeling, but Luc hid his
emotions behind a blank mask. She smiled, wiggled her ass, and then relaxed.
Logan flashed her a smile as Luc moved to her head and crouched down until his
gleaming eyes met hers. God, she loved his eyes with their thick, straight,
black lashes and sharply arching brows. When she looked closely enough, she
thought she could see what he was feeling hidden deep within them.
“I expect you to stay in
position. If you move I’ll add ten swats.” Luc smoothed her hair and arranged
it over her left shoulder. “Do you understand?”
“Yes, Sir.”
Luc ran his hand over
her hair several more times almost as if he couldn’t resist touching it. “You
have beautiful hair.”
Cassie smiled at him,
her amber eyes glowing with happiness.
Luc gazed back at her,
then leaned forward and slid his lips over hers. “You’re getting twenty swats.
Ten from me and ten from Logan. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Sir. Do you want
me to say I’m sorry for the ice cream attack?”
Luc lifted a brow. “Are
you sorry?”
“No, but it’s the thought
that counts, Sir.”
Crinkles appeared around
Luc’s eyes and she grinned, pleased that she had made this stern man smile.
“Keep that thought in
mind.” He touched her hair one last time then moved to stand next to Logan and
nodded at him. “You go first, Logan.”
Logan began by running
his hands over Cassie’s body, beginning at her ankles then up the backs of her
legs, and over her ass cheeks. He gave each of them a little squeeze and a pat,
then slid his hands up to her lower back. He squeezed her waist and massaged
her back through the thin material of her shirt. His fingers pressed into her
back on either side of her spine and she shivered as he stroked up to her
shoulders. She shivered again as the heat of his chest pressed against her. He
gathered her hair into one hand and ran his hand down it then nibbled on the
back of her neck. Goose bumps flared on her skin as he blew his breath over her
neck then nipped her ear. He continued to nibble and kiss her neck while his
hands ran over her sides and squeezed her hips. “You have the silkiest skin
I’ve ever felt.” Logan moved back down her body, touching her every step of the
way. Cassie watched in the mirror as he squatted down and looked at her pussy.
“Sugar, you have a
beautiful ass and your pussy makes me hungry.” Logan walked his fingers down
her crack then around her pussy, before he brushed his fingers over the outer
edges of her swollen, wet labia.
He pressed on her clit
and Cassie drew a deep breath into her lungs. He swirled his fingers over her
clit and she gasped then wiggled, wanting more. Logan stood, smiled, and then
swatted her ass. Once on each cheek.
After fifteen years as a bland housewife, Alana is ready to shake up her life by fulfilling her darkest fantasy. She wants to be watched. Her exhibitionist streak is ready to break free, and she knows exactly whom she wants for her voyeur.
