Tandy travels to Scotlandâ€™s Loch Enya castle to attend a BDSM convention she hopes will overcome her control-freak tendencies. When Bryne pulls her into his room of fire, she fears sheâ€™s stepped into the lair of a crazy man. But as he mesmerizes her and sears her with his hot passions, she consents to a BDSM session of hot wax play that turns out to be the most intense journey of her life. Entrusting her body and mind to him might heal her, but the elemental fire fairy has an agenda of his own that threatens to consume them both in flames.
An Excerpt From: CANDELABRA
Copyright Â© AFTON LOCKE, 2009
All Rights Reserved, Ellora’s Cave Publishing, Inc.
â€œWelcome to Loch Enya Castle,â€ the ruddy-faced bus driver announced. â€œAre ye ready for the thrills awaitinâ€™ ye?â€
Thrills? Oh yeah. Iâ€™m thrilled enough to throw myself under the tires of this bus.
There should be a law against such cheerful bus drivers, Tandy Davis thought as she tried to rub the dampness out of her long, red hair. She was wet and miserable and her sinuses threatened to explode any minute from a lousy head cold.
â€œThis historic castle is five-hundred years old,â€ the driver went on. â€œRumors say itâ€™s haunted but if you hear any bumps or screams, itâ€™s most likely The Smoky Daggers, the wildest BDSM group in all of Scotland. You might be doing some screaminâ€™ of yer own, I daresay,â€ he said, guffawing at his own joke.
Whatever had possessed her to go all the way to Scotland and experience BDSM sex? It had seemed like a great idea when sheâ€™d signed up for it. After almost losing her job and driving her family and friends nuts, sheâ€™d decided to finally do something about her â€œcontrol freakâ€ tendencies.
Little did they know the â€œseminarâ€ she planned to attend was really her first BDSM session. What better way to learn how to hand over the reins than to be a sub? The hot sex would be a bonus. It had been way too long since sheâ€™d had sexâ€¦
I canâ€™t do this, she thought as she got off the bus with the others and entered the gray, stony and very depressing-looking castle. Submissive sex with a total stranger? No way. She collected her ancient room key and orientation packet from the front desk.
Tandy squinted at the map as she stumbled up a winding flight of stairs and down a dark hallway to her room. With its stone walls and fireplace it looked just as foreboding as the outside. Warming her hands over the heater, she peeked through the drawn velvet drapes at the foggy, gray loch outside.
A pigeon cooed from somewhere on the complicated roofline. Chicken, it seemed to say. How could she face everyone back home knowing sheâ€™d chickened out?
She opened the orientation packet and saw the list of activities sheâ€™d signed up forâ€”bondage, the ultimate challenge for a control freak, and wax play because she and an old boyfriend had messed around with a candle once and it had been kind of fun.
She decided to go to the orientation, which was in an hour according to the schedule. Then sheâ€™d skip tonightâ€™s session and play tomorrow by ear. But first she desperately needed a nap.
* * * * *
Hours later, Tandy bolted upright and cursed. It was twilightâ€”gloaming as they called it here. Sheâ€™d slept for hours, missing the orientation and the evening BDSM session had already started. If she hurried, she could tell her assigned partner she was too sick to participate.
Taking her key, she got all the way down the hall before she realized sheâ€™d memorized the room number for her session but had forgotten her castle map. Oh well. How hard could it be to find?
Minutes later, she was hopelessly lost. Sheâ€™d given up on finding it and was just trying to return to her room. When she found a door that resembled hers, she turned the key and breathed a huge sigh of relief when the door swung open with a squeak.
So why was there a naked man hanging from her ceiling? Another man flicked his whip impatiently with one hand and applied lube to his own cock with another.
â€œExcuse us,â€ he said. â€œWeâ€™re in the middle of something.â€
Obviously. â€œIâ€™m terribly sorry,â€ Tandy muttered. â€œI must have the wrong room.â€
She closed the door and frowned at her key. How nice. They must use the same lock for multiple rooms here. She kept walking until she found another door like hers. This time she decided to knock first. A woman with pins and clamps lacing her nipples opened it.
â€œTop of the evening to you, little chickadee. Care to join us?â€
Inside, men and women wearing various chains and clamps eyed her like prime tenderloin.
â€œSome other time,â€ Tandy said hurriedly before she shut the door.
Enough was enough. If she stumbled into one more scene like that, she wasnâ€™t sure sheâ€™d make it out of the castle alive. BDSM? What had she been thinking? She decided to go downstairs and ask for directions.
On her way, she found a door she was sure was hers. She crossed her fingers and knocked. Her heart sank when it opened. Wrong again and sheâ€™d already viewed more than enough kink for one night.
Instead, she found herself face-to-face with the best looking man sheâ€™d seen on this entire trip. Dark, wavy hair brushed his shoulders, matching the neat goatee against his pale skin. But his eyes were what snared her. They were the color of brandy and as intense as a hawkâ€™s. They blazed as if lit from within by a fire.
She forgot all about finding her room. She even forgot she had a room.
â€œGood evening,â€ he said, bowing to her. â€œIâ€™ve been expecting you.â€ His voice, thick with an almost Shakespearean accent, sounded as historical as he looked.
Since he wore a leather vest with laces over a white peasant shirt, he must be part of the BDSM group and into role-play. Heat flooded Tandyâ€™s face when she looked down and noticed an erection straining against his snug, brown breeches.
â€œN-no,â€ she stuttered. â€œIâ€™m lost. This isnâ€™tâ€”â€
But before she could finish her sentence, the man grabbed her wrist. Warmth and energy radiated up her arm from his touch as he pulled her inside his roomâ€”which appeared to be on fireâ€”and closed the door. What the hell kind of scene had she stumbled into this time?
Then she was up against the wall, pinned in place by his gaze on her face, hands on her forearms and erection pressing against her pelvis. Everywhere he looked and touched, he scorched her. There was something unusual about him and it wasnâ€™t just his historical outfit.
The flames burning behind him and all around them danced before her eyes in white, yellow and orange streaks until she couldnâ€™t see anything else. The harder she breathed, the more she noticed the acrid tang of smoke in the air. Stunned, she couldnâ€™t have screamed or moved even if heâ€™d released her.
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