Thursday, February 21, 2013

Madison J Edwards is Bringing the Heat!

To those of you who don't know me, I write romance. Not just any romance – but HAWT, steamy romance. My first short story, The Perfect Secretary, spun an erotic fantasy about a boss and his secretary. Who knew it would become #2 Bestseller/Top Rated book at All Romance eBooks and reach as high as #63 – Amazon Top 100 Paid – Kindle – Erotica.
     To Sir, With Love is book #3 in the Perfect Secretary series, revolving around Jonah Carter, our favorite bad boy introduced in book #2, The Invitation.
I thought the best way for you to meet him was to join me and my friend, Michelle, at Club Breathless.....

Welcome to Club Breathless

      I wave at my friend Michelle from one of the booths lining the bar in Club Breathless. She smiles in acknowledgment and soon slides onto the bench seat across from me.
“Thanks for meeting me here, Michelle.”
“Are you kidding? Who doesn’t want to see the club you wrote about?"
She scans the interior, her eyes widening when she reaches the area behind me. "Uhhh…. Who is the gorgeous hunk over at the bar?”
I glance over my shoulder and— Holy Hannah — it’s Jonah Carter. He’s seated on a bar stool, one long leg propped on the brass ring, the other stretched out in front of him. Light from a wrought iron sconce highlights his cheekbones and make his midnight blue eyes look even darker, if possible. Firm lips move into a smile and that oh-so-famous dimple creases the side of his cheek.
“That’s Jonah Carter,” I whisper, even though he couldn’t possibly hear me across the room over the music.
The Jonah Carter? Isn’t he a Dungeon Keeper or something like that?”
“Dungeon Master.” I sigh and roll my eyes. “Have you read any of my stories? He and the more experienced Doms monitor play areas. It’s their job to make sure everything at Club Breathless is safe, sane and consensual.”
“Does he like meeting new people?” Michelle's voice sounds strangely breathy and her eyes are glazing over. I suspect Jonah has arrived at our booth. Instant heat infuses my body at the thought of such an experienced Dominant singling us out.
“Good evening, ladies.” His rough Cajun accent feathers down my spine, and my stomach does a funny little flip. I have a good idea why Beth Sanders fell for this man. He oozes sexuality.
Michelle scoots over and pats the empty bench beside her. She practically purrs as his big frame fills the seat across from me, “You must be Jonah Carter. Madison told me everything about you
His right eyebrow rose. “Everything?”
Could the man get any sexier?
“Oh yes,” Michelle continued. “How you hired Beth Sanders to be your secretary, and she had no idea you were also the Dungeon Master teaching her to be a good submissive. Very naughty of you, keeping Beth blindfolded all the time.”
“Well, Michelle, as Madison likes to say, ‘some things are meant to be naughty’.” He leans across the table and cradles my hand. Mesmerized, I watch his thumb stroke softly across the back of my fingers.
When Jonah lifts the hand-I'll-never-wash-again to his mouth, I forget to breathe. He knows it too. With a smile, he murmurs against my heated skin, “Next time give some advance notice. I’ll escort you around the club and introduce you to some of the… perks that come with being a Dungeon Master.” His smouldering gaze, rife with promise, assures me he’ll make it worth my while.
Instantly, my nipples pucker into tight buds at the silent suggestion and I clench my thighs to ease the ache. I can’t help the quick flash of disappointment when he stands, nods to Michelle, then strokes my cheek with the back of his fingers.
“I look forward to seeing you again.”
Both of us watch him walk away, his stride graceful and fluid, like a panther.
I look back at Michelle and she mouths the word, ‘Wow’.
“See?” I said with a shrug, “I had to write about him.”

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By day Madison works in the busy Human Resource office of her local police service. By night she transforms into a bestselling erotic author, which scares her co-workers silly. She is fluent in Starbucks Spanish and most days can be found in front of her computer sipping a non-fat, no foam latte.

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