Spotlight on Expecting Surrender by Trent Evans

expectingThank you for having me over to your blog, Cara. 🙂

I’m very happy to say that my newest erotic romance novel, Expecting Surrender, is finally complete and published. Cara was kind enough to let me peek in and tell her fine readers about it (and share a little excerpt as well). 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 for having me on. Cara!

 

Product Description

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

Expecting Surrender Excerpt

The snow fell outside so hard he’d stopped watching it, the endless, brilliant white a mesmerizing pattern that threatened to hypnotize. The sting of the coffee against his lips was a welcome, bracing wake up, the time zone difference already taking its toll on him. The dining area was packed as he’d expected on a Tuesday morning. Wall to wall business; suits, ties, and a purpose.

The phone came to life suddenly, its vibrating drifting it across the tabletop. He snatched it up just before the phone toppled over the edge.

<I have no idea what I’m doing.>

She’d done it! His cock stirred immediately to life behind the navy slacks he’d chosen that morning, his erection quickly swollen and aching. He’d forbidden himself to masturbate last night, falling asleep to the vision of his wife’s breasts in his hands, her bright liquid eyes gazing up at him as her perfect teeth worried her lip.

Now, as he opened the picture she’d sent him, his cock throbbed even worse. She’d snapped the picture in their bathroom, the same robe she’d worn the morning he’d left, draped loosely over her shoulders. Her heavy breasts were exposed, the gentle curve of her belly leading down to the bare, plump lips of her pussy.

He typed in a reply. <Very nice. One problem though. Can you guess what it is?>

Then he hit send, smiling with anticipation.

He knew it was very early there, just after six in the morning, her time. He hoped she wasn’t worshiping the porcelain god again. Her morning sickness seemed to be totally unpredictable; she’d go almost a week with nary a symptom, then suddenly she’d be laid out, not even able to keep water down. She still insisted on toughing it out, and going to work on those days, but more than once she’d texted him from the bathroom at her office, insisting that this time, this time, she really was going to die.

But early or not, he intended to hold her accountable to him. It didn’t make any sense on its face; he’d simply issued an order for no other reason than he could. Crazy. But it made his cock just as hard as if he’d had her kneeling right there before him, her freshly spanked bottom spread upon her heels.

The pleasure of petty despotism.

<I did what you asked…> she replied.

<You were supposed to be naked, weren’t you?>

He took a deep breath, his pulse pounding, loving every second of the anticipation.

<You can see everything!>

He could just imagine her face, her frown, her chin firm even as her lip trembled ever so slightly.

<You disobeyed me. I said naked, and I meant it.> He paused, thinking, wanting to get this just right. <We’ll talk about it when I get back. And we’ll come to an agreement on how you should be punished.>

Her reply took two very long minutes to pop up on the screen.

<I don’t like this, Keihl.>

Shit.

<What don’t you like?>

<You’re not here. I want you here. I need you here with me.>

<But I can’t be there with you — so this is a way we work around that fact. Are you saying you don’t want to do this?>

Another long pause, each second ramping up his uncertainty. Maybe this was too much, too soon? Was this something that left her cold? He’d thought about that, but it didn’t seem to fit. She loved to be dominated physically — both her words and her body’s responses made that as plain as day. But perhaps this separation broke that spell. Could she play The Game from thousands of miles away? Would it be the same when he wasn’t there to enforce his demands?

Or maybe he just wasn’t up to the task.

Fucking pussy. Sac up and give her what she needs.

<I want to do… everything. You have no idea. But when you’re not right here, it makes it so much harder for me.> A pause. <I can’t believe I’m admitting this to you, but the idea that you can… control me. From across the country. It makes me wet.>

God, yes.

<I’m glad it makes you wet. That’s how I want you when I’m away. Wet and needy.>

<I am. Fuck, I soo am.>

<You’re going to have to endure, bad girl. When I come home, you’ll get your relief. After I punish you.>

<Yes, Sir:( >

He was so hard now he was almost groaning with it, laying a concealing section of the paper over his lap, just in case. It really could work, the psychological side of things. Getting into her head, bending her will to his; it held a unique appeal he’d never considered before. It was something he knew he wanted more of, even as he didn’t know why he wanted it, what particular need within him it satisfied. Or maybe that was simply too close to a brutal truth about him, a door to a part of his dark soul he hadn’t yet had the courage to open? He had his hand on the knob, and he was turning it — and it simply wasn’t yet time.

But he couldn’t be afraid of it forever.

He was curious about something though.

<If you don’t like this, then how come obeying my commands from thousands of miles makes your cunt drip?>

He wasn’t sure what she’d say — or what he hoped she’d say — but her response had him leaning back in his chair, stunned.

<It’s humiliating — as hell. But I like it. I didn’t know I liked it… until the first second I read your text this morning. How messed up am I?>

<In my book, that’s as far from messed up as you can get.>

Should he tell her? Really tell her?

Be careful here.

<Kirsten, it’s time to tell you something else. I LIKE that it’s hard for you to obey. I LIKE that it embarrasses you. How fucked up does that make me then?>

He actually felt the blush flaming as he hit send. It was as brutally honest as he could be, but the fact that it was about him, about deep-seated desires he seemed to be uncovering daily, made it even more difficult. It felt like he’d stripped himself bare. Showing another person — even your own wife — who you really were was never easy. Especially for someone who was apparently a twisted, kinky sonofabitch like him.

The phone vibrated again. For a moment he didn’t want to read it, a split second of terror so strong it nearly paralyzed him. What had he done? He should never have told her that. Never in a million fucking years. He picked up the phone with a visibly shaking hand, and read the text.

<I’m glad. 🙂 >

Oh, how he wanted to reach across those countless miles and hug her now, to hold her close, to never let her go. His joy and his possessive lust filling him to bursting as he read those two words.

<Why does that make you glad, Kirsten?>

His pulse pounded in his throat as he waited. To him it felt as if the room had hushed, everyone around him eager for her next message, as if a giant spotlight had pinned him in place, a spectacle for all around to watch.

<I don’t know how to say this, so I’ll just say it. I like that it turns you on, that it makes you hard. Even when… fuck. Even when you hurt me, punish me. I hate it at the time, the pain, the embarrassment. But at the same time, I like that it turns you on. And that turns me on even more. God, I hope the NSA isn’t reading this.>

Keihl burst out laughing, the two men at the table next to him looking back at him with raised eyebrows. How on God’s green Earth had he gotten so lucky to have a woman like this, a wife so wonderful it felt like a grand injustice for all the other poor bastards who didn’t get to have her? How was this possible?

The tears in his eyes blurred his vision as he typed the last text.

<I’ll have instructions for you later today, but I want you to know something, bad girl. I love you so much. I’ll talk to you tonight:) >

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