Saturday, November 5, 2011

Excerpt: Master Class by Rachel Haimowitz




eBook release:  Oct 30 2011
Word count:  16,700
Page count:  57
Heat Wave:  5 - Very explicit love scenes
Erotic Frequency:  5 - Lots and lots!
Type:  Part of a Series

Blurb: Performing before a crowd of thousands? No problem. Baring his heart before a crowd of one? Better tie him down first.
Broadway darling Nicky Avery is a shooting star by night, but by day he bounces from one heartless one-night stand to the next. A quick flogging, a rough lay, a new whip-hand to manipulate—yet still he yearns for something he cannot even name.

He finds his first true hint of satisfaction in Devon Turner, a self-possessed film star and expert Dom. Devon knows what he wants the moment he sees it, and what he wants is Nicky Avery. Nicky’s never learned to trust and has a nasty habit of topping from the bottom, but he learns fast that in the bedroom, Devon won’t tolerate his actor’s masks.

Nicky's a broken boy, but Devon knows exactly how to put his new sub back together. With patience, care, and all the punishments his little pain slut can handle, Devon breaks Nicky down one scene at a time, revealing a mind that yearns to trust and a heart that hungers for the ecstasy of true submission at last.

Warnings: bondage, breath play, CBT, humiliation, impact play, power exchange, rape fantasy (consensual   

Chapter 1

Even stars got star-struck, right? It was perfectly normal. Not embarrassing at all.

At least, that's what Nicky kept telling himself as he stared across the table at Devon fucking Turner, A-lister extraordinaire and, let's face it, hunk to beat all hunks.

And Dom to beat all subs, too. Nicky was certain of it. The way Devon met his eyes with such force across the candle-lit table that Nicky had to avert his gaze. The way he made Nicky feel like the only man in the room, naked at Devon's mercy despite the armor of his three-piece suit and the other six guests at the table, only two of whom he knew but all of whom, he was certain, could see right through his flustered, lust-sick stare.

Shit, he had to get out of here, get some air. Get his head back on his shoulders before it ended up, uninvited, in Devon's lap.

"Excuse me," he blurted, standing up from the table hard enough to skid his chair. He'd forgotten about the napkin in his lap; it swooshed to the floor as all eyes landed on him. Why had he tied his tie so tight? "I uh . . ." 

He pointed vaguely toward the area where he thought the restrooms were. "Excuse me."

He ran off before he could take stock of all the curious looks. Or, God help him, the knowing one—the absolute, bone-deep surety—of Devon Turner's.

He found the men's room without fuss and pushed through the door, just leaning for a moment on the other side remembering how to breathe. For Christ's sake, this wasridiculous. He performed in front of thousands eight times a week without the slightest trouble. What was his problem now?

He cast a glance at the empty urinals and realized he did kind of have to piss. Took care of it with trembling fingers and a visualization exercise or three to keep his Devon-induced erection at bay. Went to the sink to wash his hands and nearly jumped right out of his shoes when the bathroom door opened, and in strode the object of his fantasies.

This time, when Devon's eyes zeroed in on Nicky's, Nicky couldn't look away. Wanted to, didn't want to . . . didn't matter. Somehow, he couldn't move.

Devon stepped forward. Glided, more like—all grace and easy confidence—snatched up one of Nicky's wrists in a powerful hand and pulled him close. No words, which was probably for the best; Nicky doubted he'd have heard them anyway over his heart thudding in his ears or the Vader-esque rasping of his breath. Just a single silent look from Devon, long and piercing, more a statement than a question: Pay up, that look said. 

Make good on every single thing you haven’t been saying for the last hour. I know you. I see you. You see me too.

Yes. God yes.

Nicky didn’t struggle when Devon forced his still-dripping hand against his crotch, made him use his pants like a towel—an expensive, pinstriped, tenting towel. Thank God the restaurant was dimly lit; otherwise his erection would show across the room. So would the giant wet spot.

But that was all the thought he gave it as Devon twisted his wrist, forcing Nicky's fingers against his own straining cock. Still Devon watched him carefully, so, so carefully, looking for the argument, the repulsion, the horror. Not expecting to find it, but looking nonetheless. Being responsible.

Nicky ducked his head and thrust his hips forward. I want what you’ve got.

But Devon just yanked Nicky’s wrist out to the side and shoved him so hard into the sink that he only stayed (mostly) quiet because Devon slapped one giant paw over his mouth.

He was still breathing through the pain in his back when Devon pulled his hand away and mashed his lips to Nicky’s, biting until Nicky opened his mouth in another breathless yell—half surprise, half pain, half Oh my God I'm being kissed by Devon fucking Turner, and yes, he was perfectly aware that made three halves, thank you very much. Who could care about things like that anyway when Devon’s tongue was parting his lips, when their crotches were grinding together so sweetly that it took only moments before Nicky thought—with what little thought remained—that a water-wet crotch would soon be the least of his problems.

Until Devon stopped, ripping away and shoving Nicky two-handed to the floor.

But that was okay. Heck, more than okay. Nicky could play this game. He could play it very, very well.
He swallowed a moan and crawled toward Devon’s feet, head down, ass up, inviting—Take what you want, his body said. Beat me, fuck me; preferably both at once.

“When I’m good and ready, whore.” Devon stepped on Nicky’s outstretched hand and sneered down at him with positively withering contempt. Nicky’s cheeks burned as hot as the tender flesh beneath Devon’s heel, but he made no attempt to pull his hand back, to stand up, to take back the offer he’d made. He rather liked it down here, after all. Always had.

But Devon just ran a hand through his hair, straightened his tie, lifted his foot from Nicky’s hand, and left the bathroom without another word.

Nicky waited until the door had closed behind Devon before rising to his feet. What the fuck had just happened? If not for the pain in his back and hand, the wetness at his crotch, and the tingle at his lips, he might have doubted it had happened at all. Too good to be true. Too odd to be true.

Except for the part where it was.

Bracing his hands against the sink, he blinked into the mirror and tried to compose his face into some semblance of normalcy. He did that for a living, for fuck’s sake; why was it so hard now? Faucet. Cold water splashed on hot cheeks with shaking fingers. Towel dry.

His erection was slowly fading. God only knew how long he’d been staring through the mirror, what his friends must be thinking about his absence. He pulled away and forced his feet to carry him back into the dining room—back to his table, to Devon—trying to pretend he wasn’t spending every conscious second wondering how Devon’s cock would taste shoved down his throat.

This week’s giveaway…Winner’s choice of a Rachel Haimowitz backlist ebook. (excludes Cresendo, Master Class and Break and Enter)

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16 comments:

  1. This is next on my to-read list, I can't wait!

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  2. I haven't read any of Rachel's books yet, but I'd like to try one. Please count me in.
    hankts AT internode DOT on DOT net

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  3. This looks very promising! Would love to read it :)

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  4. Brenda Cothern BooksNovember 5, 2011 at 8:06 AM

    Loved every page! The Devon is what every Dom should be and his actions were hotter than the BDSM! Thx for a great book Rachel!

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  5. Hi Emmettmke. Thanks for coming by! :)

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  6. Hi Kaetrin. 

    Rachel is one helluva a writer. Definitely a must check out author as far as I'm concerned. 

    I've got you down for the giveaway. Thanks so much for coming by. :)

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  7. Hi Aija. This is one helluva a book. :)

    Thanks for coming by m'dear!

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  8. Wasn't it just fabulous?! I loved how she got me in their heads. She left me so full of wow when I was done with this one. Rachel rocks my socks again. Love her. :D 

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  9. What a great read.  I read Counterpoint and fell in love with Rachel's works.  I know I'll enjoy this and her other works.

    Thanks,
    Tracey D
    booklover0226 at gmail dot com

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  10. Loved the story, Rachel.  Will there be any new short added to Sublime when you re-release it?

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  11. Great excerpt, very intense.  I'm intrigued by what happens next and have this on my wishlist.

    joderjo402 AT gmail DOT com

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  12. Thanks for the excerpt!  I'm looking forward to reading this one :-)

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  13. Thanks Adara :) No new stories, but some edits on the old ones. If you already own it, I don't think there's any particular reason to buy the re-release, tbh. I am working on some new Devon/Nicky stuff, but it's more of a Master Class length than the vignette length in Sublime.

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  14. Thank you everyone for stopping by and for the kind words :) 

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  15. Think I'm gonna have to buy this one soon

    Sarah S

    Sarahs7836(at)gmail(dot)com

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  16. Thanks for the the excerpt. I think that I'll read this book this weekend (I hope so)

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