Eliza Gayle » Dirty Deeds

Publisher: Loose ID
ISBN: 9781607375746
Genre: Paranormal BDSM Romance
Themes: Demon, BDSM, Dominance, Submission, Sex Toys, Spanking
Format: eBook
Length: Novella

As a newly turned demon, Melody loves being a bad bad girl. Sex is her weapon and she knows how to use it. But when her boss demands five souls in five days, she’s in an awful fix. Desperate to find those souls, in as easy a way possible, she heads for the Dungeon: the hot new BDSM club in town where she’s bound to find just the kind of man she’s looking for.

Drake is the Master here in the Dungeon. Anything and everything he wants is for the taking…until he meets Melody. But despite his need to master the strong willed demon, he harbors a secret that threatens their bond, Melody’s soul, and even immortality.

Publisher’s Note: This book is a re-edited, revised story previously released by another publisher, and contains explicit sexual content, graphic language, and situations that some readers may find objectionable: Anal play/intercourse, BDSM theme and elements, voyeurism.

Reviews

“This was an exciting novella that just screamed with sexuality. I highly recommend it and look forward to reading additional pieces of work from Ms. Gayle…” ~ Vicci, Night Owl Reviews

Excerpt

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An Excerpt From: DIRTY DEEDS from Loose Id

“Holy hell!”

Drake started at his buddy’s exclamation. He turned toward the door to see what had him all riled up, and when Drake spotted the hottie dressed in head to toe leather, the blood drained from his head to his dick. Holy hell was right. He wanted to call her beautiful, but it didn’t seem like enough. Her perfection blinded him. From the honey blonde hair that curled around her head before falling down her back just shy of her ass, to her ivory face, to the dusky rose flush on her cheekbones setting off her wide jade green eyes.

And God, that mouth. Lush lips cloaked in a glossy red color.

The wicked things those lips could do.

“That’s the one I told you about, Drake. The one who was here the other night, tormenting all of your customers.”

She walked slowly, hips swaying, searching the room, looking for something. Or maybe someone. He sure as hell hoped she wasn’t here with someone because he had to have her. Wanted to flip up that skirt and run his hands across her naked ass, massaging the globes. That cream-colored skin of hers would pink up nicely with his personal brand of spanking. Unlike most of the Doms he knew, he only spanked a submissive’s bottom with his bare hand. The skin-to-skin connection was necessary to his control. Her gaze continued to dart around the room as she sauntered over to the bar. She propped herself on a stool, ordering a diet soda on the rocks.

His gaze was drawn to the slender line of her back and the rounded curves of her rear. Drake shifted restlessly in his chair. He wasn’t the only one to notice her; already the crowd stirred around her. Many men and women stared at the newbie, and oh yeah, she was definitely a newbie. The sharks smelled fresh blood in the water and were preparing to swoop in on the prey. It was enough to send his simmering sexual need boiling to the surface.

In a split-second decision, Drake stalked over to the bar to claim her first. At her chair, he took a wide stance to her side and a little behind her back, blocking her from many in the room, as well as letting the rest know to back off. Claim staked.

She must have sensed his presence, as she turned to the left and took a long hard look at him, something akin to recognition and pain clouding her eyes for a brief moment — but that couldn’t be right. He’d never forget seeing a woman like this. When she flashed him the sweetest smile he’d seen in a long time, he decided he had to have been mistaken.

“Hi there.” Her voice slid across his skin as smooth as his favorite white mocha latte from Starbucks.

“Hi yourself.” This close, her scent filled his senses with the distinctive smell of spiced tea. Spiked spiced tea. The kind that warmed him on a cold night, leaving him breathless and edgy from the Chinese herbs. She smelled like sin.

His fingers itched to touch those creamy bare shoulders left exposed by her leather corset, not to mention the lush curves of her breasts he imagined he would find underneath. It was going to be so much fun to play with this one.

“I don’t believe I’ve seen you here at the Dungeon before.”

“I’ve only been here once. I overheard some people talking about it and I was curious, so I’ve been checking it out.” She uncrossed and recrossed her legs on the stool, a nervous gesture that gave him a better glimpse of silken thighs. Yeah, he couldn’t wait to get her under him, wrapping those mile-long legs around his waist, pushing her limits to the breaking point.

“Have you ever been to a BDSM club before this one?” He signaled for the bartender and ordered another Bud. A shy smile tugged at her mouth, and she shook her head no. “Mind if I sit here with you?”

“Please.” She motioned to the empty seat next to hers. He sat, adjusting his hard cock in his pants so the seam wouldn’t keep digging into the sensitive skin. He caught her watching his groin as he adjusted, which only made him swell further. At this rate, he’d be dragging her to a booth in record time. “Are you a top or a bottom?” If she said top, he was going to die on the spot. He couldn’t be a bottom, but he was damn sure this woman would be his.

“I don’t really know what I am.” She shifted again in her seat. “I’ve never done anything like this. Only read about it in novels.”

“Okay. So tell me what it’s like when you read about it? Does it turn you on?” A little catch in her breath gave away her answer. “Is there something in particular that gets you going?”

Her hands rolled the napkin on the bar and then unrolled it again. She repeated the process several times without answering. He didn’t mind. He was nothing if not patient. He leaned close to her ear to whisper, getting a whiff of that delicious spicy scent. The heat rose in the room as perspiration broke out on his skin. “It’s okay to be nervous.” She smiled, biting the corner of her lower lip with perfect white teeth.

“I’m not nervous. I’m just deciding what I want to try first.” He sucked in a deep breath to clear his head and instead ended up flooded with a distinct new scent. That wasn’t just her soap or perfume. No, that was the perfume of arousal. Hot, thick, and, he’d bet, as sweet as syrup when he lapped up every drop. He eyed her neck, following the graceful curve along her shoulders and arms. Her hands stilled under his scrutiny when he reached for her and pulled her onto his lap. This was, after all, a sex club, and all who dared enter knew what they were getting into. The club had the signed release forms to prove it.

He nestled his aching dick between the cheeks of her ass, wishing the denim and leather would disappear.

“What’s your name, beautiful?”

“Melody.” He almost laughed. Who would have thought perfectly packaged sin would come wrapped in a sweet name like Melody?

“I’m Drake, and it would be my pleasure to teach you a bit about the lifestyle tonight if you so wish.” Her restless ass wiggled against his lap, testing his renowned patience like never before. He wondered how far she was prepared to take this.

“I don’t know, Drake.” She drawled her answer, mocking his offer.

“Gonna be like that, huh?”

She smiled coyly.

“A real brat I see.” Her tinkling giggle rode the control he clung to by a thread. If it broke free, he’d be hauling her fine ass to the whipping post.

“Do you like pain, Melody?” The dark heat in her eyes gave her away despite the grim line of her mouth. He lifted her off his crotch and settled her in between his legs facing the bar. His strong hands boldly caressed the smooth skin of her thighs, slipping just under the hemline of her short skirt to graze the curve of her cheeks. To his delight, her ass was bare except for the slim strip of lace from her thong. “Would you like the sharp sting of my hand slapping your bottom? I bet it would color up nicely.” His bold hands moved farther under her skirt to fondle and nip at her beautiful skin.

She gasped at a particularly firm pinch, and he couldn’t help but smile. This woman, whom he just met, writhed underneath his touch, her quick response remarkable and stoking every dominant cell in his body. He looked around, remembering they were still at the open bar, and saw many hungry gazes watching their show. Given half the chance, a dozen or so men would challenge him for her. But he wanted to be the one to teach her, to reveal the depths of pleasure she could attain from his pain and control.

“You came in here tonight looking for something, Melody. Will you let me give you a taste of what being with a Dominant is like?” She murmured a response under her breath as her bottom wiggled harder into his hands. Oh yeah, she was primed and ready.

“You have nothing to fear. It will be safe and consensual per the rules of the club as well as my own beliefs. If you say stop, we stop.” He ran the tip of his finger along the seam of her bottom, dipping under the lace of her panties. He waited for her response, but no reply came from her. He pulled her farther back onto his lap, her body flush against his chest so his lips rested near her ear.

“Do you need me to tell you what to do? Is that what you want? For me to take away your choice in the matter?”

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Behind The Book with Eliza

Somehow the idea for this book sprang from me listening to some of my favorite music, AC/DC. I’m not sure when my love affair started with the band, maybe around the age of thirteen or fourteen, but ever since, it’s become my go to music when I am desperate for a pick me up. I know all the words to classics such as Dirty Deeds, Hell’s Bell’s and really just about any that have been around for a while. So the idea of a newly created sex demon with a smart mouth and an obsession with AC/DC sounded perfect to me. Melody is truly one of my favorite female characters I’ve ever written. Outwardly she is completely over the top, but what better way to cover up old insecurities. I hope you have as much fun reading her as I did creating her.