Who knew a demon could be so good?
Cursed at birth, Dion is a demon who has searched for his beloved for centuries. Upon meeting Morgan, he knows she’s the one he’s been waiting for, the one woman he can love forever, the one woman capable of helping him break the curse. However, Jistin, the curse-giver, has other ideas…
Morgan longs for a relationship and release from her solitary life aboard her yacht, The Magenta Starling. She longs for Dion—who’s not all that he appears. When he reveals his feelings for her, Morgan allows Dion to take her to his world, the realm of Thradmos. Her love for him growing even as she struggles to accept his reality, Morgan realizes she would do anything for him—including giving up her life in her own world.
At a party held in celebration of Dion’s impending freedom, Morgan is snatched away by Jistin. In a final battle, Dion will fight not only for his freedom, but also that of his beloved, lest he be cursed for all eternity…and lose Morgan in the process.
Publisher's Note: This book was previously published elsewhere. It has been revised and re-edited for release with Totally Bound Publishing.
General Release Date: 11th August 2015
Naked and fondling her nipples, Morgan Lloyd reclined on the circular bed and gazed at the mirrored ceiling. Light from the chandelier brought the room into stark relief, and she considered the irony that the reflection above resembled her life. Upside down.
She closed her eyes and images of the previous night haunted her. An evening spent alone, channel surfing. No program had gained her complete attention. Her mind had swirled with questions. Questions as to whether her job prevented her from finding a lifelong partner—whether her need to prove she wasn’t frigid had prodded her to start her kinky massage business. She smiled at the idea of it being kinky. All she really did was massage while wearing saucy outfits.
She opened her eyes and stared at the wardrobe doors. Clothes she wore for her clients hung inside—rubber, satin, lace. Boots, thigh-high and knee-high, stood in regimented rows beneath.
She sighed. A poor excuse for a lazy fan whirred, unable to dissipate the hot air in the stuffy room. She moved one hand from her nipple down her stomach and found a home inside her damp folds. She grazed her clit, the sensitivity there strong, and her hips bucked involuntarily. She swirled her thumb around the clit and her cunt clenched, released, clenched. She let out a quiet moan and slid her index and middle fingers inside her.
The vision of a man she regularly massaged filled her mind and she shut her eyes again to see him better. Nude, he stood before her, his broad shoulders begging for her to dig her nails into them as she came. His tongue traced full lips, and she longed to suck it into her mouth, nip the end, have its soft wetness lick her clit. His thick cock, veins prominent in his arousal, jutted from his body. The head, a purple-hued dome, incited the urge to cover it with her lips—either set—and bring him release.
Morgan removed her fingers and used them to strum her clit faster. Her breaths ragged, she pinched her nipple. The sharp caress wrought a burst of pleasure that shot to her clit and nudged her fingertips to rub harder, quicker. She crested, hips arched, and cried out the man’s name.
“Dion.”
She stilled her hands, lowered her ass to the bed, and allowed her legs to relax and flop outward. Her brown hair splayed over the pillow and across her face. Long, sweat-soaked tendrils stuck to her neck. Hotter now, she pushed out her bottom lip and blew. One tress lifted then fell back into place. The short burst of air dried the sweat on her face, and her skin tightened. Tears stung, but she refused to open her eyes to give them freedom to trail down her cheeks. Sour emotions welled, highlighting her loneliness, reminding Morgan of her self-imposed solitary existence outside her occupation.
One day. One day she’d find the perfect man. But for now she had work to do. Only two hours remained before her client arrived.
Dion.
* * * *
At anchor in the deepest part of the bay, Morgan’s large yacht, The Magenta Starling, bobbed intermittently on languid evening waves. Morgan stood on deck, leaned on the prow rail and took in the lit shoreline, a pitch sky the backdrop to golden lights. The ocean crept up the beach as though unsure of its welcome, yet retreated just as slowly. Music filtered from the bars and clubs, a cacophony of mingled beats, unrecognizable as any individual tune. A carnival atmosphere raged ashore, the same as every other summer night—nothing unusual for this part of the world, where holidaymakers partied hard and spent their cash fluidly.
If only they knew what their cash could buy here.
A taxi-boat chugged toward her yacht, the tall floodlights illuminating white foam in the smaller vessel’s wake. Morgan made out two occupants—the captain and her client. He’d telephoned earlier and requested an evening appointment, but she’d been fully booked this sultry Friday. As soon as the call had ended, her cell had rung again—her last evening client canceling. She’d contemplated another night alone before a rush of abandonment had gripped her. She’d contacted Dion and informed him that he could fill the free slot.
Now she released a harsh laugh at the pun. She hadn’t been filled in a long time. Unwilling to give herself to just anyone, she rebuffed any offers from clients wishing to include sex with their massages. No. She wanted a genuine relationship, not men who visited her for what they couldn’t get at home.
Morgan sighed and ousted the dismal thoughts. Tonight she would once again play a part. The role of a woman in total control. And revel at being in Dion’s company.
Natalie Dae is a multi-published author in three pen names writing in several genres. Natalie writes mainly BDSM erotica. She loves a Dom/sub relationship and is fascinated by how it all works. The trust issue is the best thing about it for her, so creating characters who have to adopt trust is one of her priorities. “Watching my characters bloom under tuition is such a treat,” she says. “I find it such a privilege to be able to write about something that makes me learn something new with every book.”
She lives with her husband and youngest daughter in England and spends her spare time reading—always reading!—and her phone, complete with Kindle app, is never far away. “I can't imagine not reading or writing,” she says. “It's a part of who I am. Without it I'd be more than a bit lost.”
Natalie has many more BDSM tales swimming around in her head, so her workload for the future is very full. “What better way to spend a weekend than writing?” she says. “Saturdays are my main writing days, so I get up, open up a work in progress and rarely leave the desk. Unless I really have to!”
She writes at weekends and is a cover artist/head of art in her day job. In another life she was an editor. Her other pen names are Geraldine O’Hara and Sarah Masters. Natalie also co-authors as Sarah Masters with Jaime Samms, and she co-authors with Lily Harlem under the name Harlem Dae.
Reviewed by Karen Shenton
Another fabulous story from Ms Dae. Morgan runs a massage service from her boat Magenta Starling. She has one rule, no fraternising with her clients but that doesn't stop her fantasising about the m...
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With Magenta Starling, I wanted to explore alternate universes and going back in time. Imagine a place that exists alongside our world, but time has slowed so that we’re in the 2000s and they’re still in the 1800s. I was on my historical kick when writing it and planned to write the whole thing set in Thradmos, the other realm, but my characters also wanted to be modern. That was cool.
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