Wednesday, November 14, 2012

Review: Submission Theraphy By Katie Salidas and Willsin Rowed

Billionaire CEO of Blakely Incorporated, Natasha runs her empire with an eagle eye for every detail. She’s an obsessive, compulsive, micromanaging hard-ass, consumed by the need to control every aspect of her life and her business.
But underneath that seemingly strong façade, Natasha is a swirling mess of anger, anxiety and sexual addiction. Only her therapist, Dr. Benson, knows how close she is to burning out...or exploding. He insists on a radical form of treatment – Submission Therapy – knowing that it’s her only hope.
Skeptical but intrigued, Natasha agrees to attend the first session. What she finds there is an erotically-charged environment that will forgive none of her habitual bad behavior. And a steely-eyed man who seems to read her every desire - even the ones she won’t admit to herself.
Will Natasha learn what it means to submit? Or will she allow her brittle pride to rob her of what she truly needs?
© November 2012 by Willsin Rowe and Katie Salidas
Master Sweet rested his hand back in my hair. “Natasha, it’s time to begin.”
He fisted that hand again, reigniting the heat in my scalp, while his other swept down my calf and stopped at my red-black two-toned peek-a-boo toe Louboutin pumps.
“What size do you wear, Natasha?” He drew the shoes off one at a time.
“Yet you have size eight feet.”
“Guys exaggerate their dicks, girls shrink their feet.”
He turned his already-tight fist, pulling a sharp breath into my lungs. “That kind of language is a privilege. One you’ve not earned.”
I couldn’t speak through the tension in my body, and I couldn’t nod without risking searing pain. Thankfully Master Sweet eased his grip just enough to allow my voice back.
“You will address me as Master Sweet, or simply Master.”
“Yes, simply Master.” I tensed up, ready for him to squeeze again. Instead he shocked me by pushing forward, overbalancing me until I was on hands and knees, my cheek buried in the carpet. His pelvis nudged up against my ass, and he was definitely packing something hard in there.
He took a long, deep breath in. “I do so enjoy these early stages.”
“Yes, Master,” said the toadying redhead.
He brought his free hand back down to my feet. He appeared to still be addressing his off-sider. “Look at the deep lines her shoes have carved. The rich redness of constriction.”
“Yes, Master.”
His breath seemed to falter for a moment. “It will be exquisite to see this all over her body.”
All over my body? What exactly was that supposed to mean? I should have known better. Never agree to a deal without the terms being spelled out in a contract. Business 101. “Listen, Mister Sweets. Unconventional sex therapy is one thing, but no one is putting any kind of marks on my body. Are we clear?” I threw his condescending words back at him.
“Do you understand what it means to submit?”
His callous tone caught me off guard, but I quickly recovered.
“I have underlings for that.”
“So you see submission as a form of weakness.”
“Absolutely. I bow to no one.”
“You do now. “ The finality of his words was chilling.
 About The Authors:
Willsin Rowe falls in love with a scent, a playful expression or an act of casual intimacy more easily than with physical beauty. When confronted by any combination of those elements he is a lost cause. He has done many things over and over, done even more things only once, and half-done more things than he cares to admit. He loves to sing and doesn’t let his voice get in the way. He is intelligent but not sensible. He is passionate but fearful. He is not scruffy enough or stylish enough to be cool.
Christmas time in Brisbane is always so hot and muggy you could drink it from a bowl.
Brett Freeman feels the heat like anyone, but for more than 15 years it’s been nothing to do with the climate and everything to do with Corinne. Only one thing stands between Brett and his perfect woman: her husband, Darren.
Despite that stumbling block, Darren and Corinne consider Brett their best friend. They’ve watched in despair as he’s tossed away good relationships simply because, in his mind, no woman could ever compare to Corinne.
Then, one muggy Christmas Eve, a friendly visit takes a bizarre turn. Secrets are shared, an incredible present is offered, and for Brett, life will be changed forever.
Every beginning comes from an ending.
The Three Day Hump
Luther has a solid career as a lawyer and is married to a famous lingerie model. His life has grown comfortable, and he can’t remember how it felt to truly want something…anything.
Opal is young, debatably single, and has lived a life poor in everything but experience. She exudes a lush darkness and it draws Luther to her.
He suddenly remembers desire.
Their flirting turns physical; lust turns to obsession, obsession to addiction. They can’t see a future, but they can think of nothing but the present. They don’t know how to stop, they only know they need to.
An urban myth tells that three days of abstinence will break the back of an addiction. They hole up together in a hotel for a long weekend.
Can their addiction be beaten? Maybe. But first, they need to make it over the three-day hump.
From the fun and frivolous to the poignant and deeply personal, this collection of flash and short erotic fiction has a little taste of everything. Tales of crossed paths and crossed lines; of fate and fancy; changes, chances and choices.
With flash stories boiled and brewed until only the essence remains, and longer works that simmer and spit, you’re sure to find something to tickle you right where you need it. And with author commentary before each story, you could call this the director’s cut!
Katie Salidas is a Super Woman! Endowed with special powers and abilities, beyond those of mortal women, She can get the munchkins off to gymnastics, cheerleading, Girl Scouts, and swim lessons.  She can put hot food on the table for dinner while assisting with homework, baths, and bedtime… And, She still finds the time to keep the hubby happy (nudge nudge wink wink). She can do all of this and still have time to write.
 And if you can believe all of those lies, there is some beautiful swamp land in Florida for sale…
Katie Salidas resides in Las Vegas, Nevada. Mother, wife, and author, she does try to do it all, often causing sleep deprivation and many nights passed out at the computer. Writing books is her passion, and she hopes that her passion will bring you hours of entertainment.
Oh how I LOOOOOVE well written Dom books.  This tantalizing short has just sizzled its way to the top of my yummy list!!  It's sexy, realistic, and did I mention uber hot?   I felt like I was in the book with Natasha! Or maybe I just wished?  ...muahahahhah
Natasha is a control freak..hands down.  She pulls every and any punch imaginable to get ahead in life.  She had everything that anyone could want in life but still wasn't unhappy and her health had been deteriorating on a fast scale.  Panic attacks, ulcers, chest pain, and black outs are top on the list and she has tried everything to get them under control but to no avail.  Her therapist has had his fill of her attitude and rudeness and has offered her one last chance at a break through or he was through with her.  He sends her in for some radical therapy, one with shocking results.
We follow Natasha in her path of re-discovery through an unconventional means, that turns out to be exactly what she needs.  These two authors mesh very well together and it comes out in their writing.  They are both new authors to me but I will soon be rectifying that!!  Excellent Read!!


1 comment:

Katie Salidas said...

Thank you so much for taking the time to read and review this book! We hope part two will be just as satisfying!

Katie Salidas

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