Book One, Manhattan Bound Series
By Juliet Braddock
Enter Drew McKenzie, a rising star on the Great White Way with dashing looks and talent to match. Heir to a long line of luxury department store moguls, he possesses the social prominence and charisma to land him the top slot on old Manhattan Society’s most desirable bachelor list. Instantly, Maxine finds herself lured into Drew’s high society world only to uncover a complicated man beneath the glitz and glamour of his public persona. As soon as the curtain falls, Drew sheds his stage costume to reveal a daring Dominant side.
When Drew challenges her to explore his unconventional sense of passion for a week—leaving her with the option to walk away after seven nights—Maxine ponders the consequences of his proposal. Titillated by his proposition, Maxine clamors to discover a surreptitious and possibly perilous world with Drew, all the while questioning her own preconceived notions on romance. Secrets surface, revealing haunting truths that test both Maxine and Drew of their own intentions.
But in this high-stakes game of trust, only the strongest survive. From the neon lights of Times Square to the lush fields of Central Park, with great attention paid to the extravagances he can afford her, Drew entices Maxine with his prowess, tempting her into a brand of romance like none other. However, as Maxine journeys to discover her heart’s darker desires, she wonders if Drew himself will decide to pursue their affair—all the while acquiescing to his pleasures as he leaves her weakened….
DISCLOSURE: This book is intended for mature audiences (18+) and contains graphic depictions of consensual sexual situations.
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“I have to issue a punishment this evening.”
Mouth dangling, ready to protest, Maxine could only stammer, “Y-you said you wouldn't...you'd work up to the...pain...”
“Did I say anything about pain this evening?” he asked. “I wouldn't even dare to think of implementing any of the standard consequences yet. It's not going to hurt you—physically—in the slightest, little one. But I do guarantee, it's going to be uncomfortable before you have your pleasure tonight.”
Maxine had no clue as to what Drew had in store, and although she yearned to find out, she quietly commanded herself to remain unruffled.
“Now Maxine, before we delve deeper, we do have some major insubordinations to address.” Thoughtfully, he tapped his index finger against his chin. “Want to guess one of them?”
Just for sport—and to shatter her already weakening faculties—he traced the underside of her breast. Shoulders slumping, she sighed.
“Oh, for crissakes, Maxine, have I not already warned you?” He took a step back to shake his head in dismay. “Posture. Mind it. At all times.”
“But you…when you touch my boob…it…”
“Oh, little darling one, I know damn well what happens when I touch your boob,” he said and clasped his hands behind his back. With that, he leaned back just a bit, enhancing the outline of his erection against his rather tight khakis.
Fucking tease, Maxine thought to herself as she popped her shoulders back again to embody a more rigid stance. However, it was her own damn boobs that were getting her into trouble. Again! If only he hadn't pinched her nipple over their (what became disrupted) dinner, she might have mustered some stamina. However, his constant taunting only left her fighting with herself to restrain that ache—that fullness—weighting her tiny silken bra.
“Getting back to the focal point of our conversation here, it’s apparent that you need some shaming here…”
With the full bravura of a pet parent who just caught Puppy doing something so very naughty, he questioned, “What did you do?”
“What did I do?” she muttered to herself, scrambling to think back upon their week. She’d tried so hard to remember her indiscretions, but her mind suddenly drew a big, hulking blank! Fuckballs.
“You were very bad this week, Maxine,” he said as if she needed a reminder. “Last Saturday morning, I recall that you were so very impatient with me…”
“Oh, yeah!” she called out suddenly with a pompous grin. “I...went after…your cock …”
Lifting his cool blue eyes toward the ceiling, he pursed his lips in frustration. Little did she seem to understand that his petulance stemmed from her potty mouth and not directly from her misbehaving ways. She was so damn cute when she tried to be brash, but Maxine didn’t realize how she turned him on with her words. How he fucking needed her.
“I'm waiting,” he said with a cough. “And I can wait all night...”
Swallowing the lump in her throat, she added, “Sir.”
“Trying to remind myself that you're a mere novice…” he said, mocking frustration with himself. How he loved to watch his sweet and precious Maxine caving into her desires of the unknown.
He rubbed the slight stubble on his chin and minded her thoughtfully. Just to establish her agreement to submit, he had to push her a little—if not goad her—in order to seek their culmination of reward.
“Any idea what else you’ve done this week, Maxine?”
Uh-oh. Now she was at a true loss for words and thought.
“No, Kind Sir…” She hoped her sweet plea would ease his consternation.
“Remember when you did this?” Drew stretched his tongue to a point and traced the entire circle of his mouth. “Recall that?”
“That’s temptation like none other, Maxine—and I shall not be seduced in that manner.”
“But I was…I wanted to…it was flattering…” she attempted—in desperation—to explain. “Wanted to…”
“Just say it!” he ordered. “Say it!”
“I wanted to suck your cock, Sir…”
“Yes, you did,” he nodded with approval. “And did I deem you worthy to do so just yet?”
Sulking again, she shook her head. True to his word, he was indeed making her feel quite uncomfortable. “No, Sir…”
“Have you even done that before?”
“Are you kidd—” However, Maxine stopped herself and retreated quickly to her submission. “No, Sir, I have not.”
At that moment, it was Drew’s mind that reeled. He’d be her first blow job—her first. Oh, just to feel those sweet little lips surrounding him…
Snap the fuck out of it, Mack, he commanded himself.
“And what else?”
As Maxine scrambled to replay every single moment of their week together, her mouth dropped. She came up empty, and she pondered the consequences of her honest response when she admitted, “I, um...I honestly don't know, Sir.”
“You were a minute late in your research homework,” he admonished. “That's three strikes. You're out, Maxine.”
“Want to try for four? You touched yourself in your sleep. How about five? Don’t think that Lou didn’t tell me all about how you tried to coax my plans out of him the other night…” he rambled on. “I'm sure we can go for six here if I give you another minute...”
Her lips unfurled into a frown, and she pondered what her punishment might entail. While trepidation still held her in its grip, Maxine grew increasingly curious as to what Drew had in store.
“Come closer, Maxine,” he said, wrapping his arm around her waist and turning her toward the window in one fluid swoop. He pointed to the delicatessen across the street. “You see the little grocery on the corner?”
“Mmmhmm,” she answered, only to feel the pinch of Drew’s fingers on her backside before she corrected herself. “Yes, Sir.”
“You said they deliver?” he casually asked.
“Yes, Sir, they do.”
“So,” he sighed, “you know them personally?”
“I know the delivery guy,” she said, digging her heels into the plush carpet. “Sir...”
“Even better yet...” Framing her face with those skillful hands, he held her completely still to look deep into the fear rising in her big green eyes. “If you want to continue with our relationship, Maxine, you must first learn to obey.”
“I know, Sir,” she said, swaying her hips as he held her. “And I'll try my best...”
“Good girl,” he praised. “Now I'm just going to make an assumption that you're not on birth control. Am I right?”
She shook her head quickly. “No, Sir...I'm not...”
“Well, we have to take care of that if we're going to make love tonight, don't we, little one?”
“What I need you to do right now is very important,” Drew said, circling his hand over her lower back, round and round—dizzying her with arousal. “You’re going to call that number on the awning, and you’re going to ask them to deliver a package of condoms. And then you’re going to answer the door.”
Mortified, Maxine took a step back within the circle of his arm, only to realize that she was trapped between him and the radiator. “Drew! I...”
“Here’s my phone. You have sixty seconds to finish your call.”
Only in New York, Maxine thought. Only in New Fucking York.
Only in New York, Maxine thought. Only in New Fucking York.
Juliet Braddock’s first efforts in creative writing came long before she learned to put crayon to paper. In fact, she began spinning stories in her head nearly as soon as she could form complete sentences. As long as she can remember, she’d always created sagas about imaginary friends, family members and pop culture icons, and kept everyone around her entertained with her witty—but often very tall—tales.
For her sixth Christmas, Juliet’s mother got her a child’s typewriter to preserve all of those creative thoughts filling her head, but she quickly switched to ball point pens and notebooks when the ribbon ran dry.
Most of Juliet’s early attempts at writing romance focused on members of Duran Duran and Spandau Ballet or young leading men on Broadway. However, as she matured as a writer, she decided that it was just as much fun to create her own romantic heroes and heroines.
At an early age, she also developed a love for big cities, and the tallest of skyscrapers were never high enough for her. Juliet’s wanderlust would eventually lure her to New York, a city she often visited during her formative years, and her love affair with Manhattan began. She’d promised herself that one day she would return for good.
Juliet’s passion for writing and for big cities converged, and after graduating with a degree in Journalism, she decided to set out on a journey to find her heart…just where she’d left it.
A week after her college graduation, Juliet made the big move from a small town to New York City, where she has made her home ever since.
In between building a career in communications and writing on the side, she’s indulged in international travel, theater and art. A wine and food buff, she’s by no means a connoisseur, but she can give a few good restaurant recommendations if you’re in the city.
“There’s something so inspiring about living in a city like New York that’s so rich in culture and so very vibrant. Every neighborhood has its own story to tell,” Juliet says. “I often do my best plotting on the subway, just observing the lives unfolding around me. New York truly has a billion stories nestled between the skyscrapers.”
A proud Manhattanite, Juliet couldn’t live anywhere else—except for Paris, perhaps—and is a gushing cat-mom to a Russian Blue mix who was rescued as a kitten from the streets of Brooklyn.
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