Never a Choice
The Choices Trilogy is an intense and fragile story. Bethany Thorne has secrets and she’s told a few lies but she’s hurt no-one. She just wants a better life, a life with choices but a chance encounter at her new University with disturbing stranger Daniel Stone makes her heart beat, her body tremble and rocks her very foundation. Her innate and newly discovered submissive nature is highlighted further by her extreme reaction to each encounter with Daniel Stone. Dark and dominant he evokes an instant heat and desire she has never felt before. But he is dangerous, he is powerful and he seems to see right through her. Choosing to try and stay under his radar proves to be the first choice to slip through her fingers.
Always a Choice
Dark and erotically demanding Daniel is everything and more, Bethany embraces the challenge of being with a man like Daniel whilst trying to come to terms with what he needs and what she can give him of herself. Is it ever going to be enough? Daniel consumes and possess every part of her, its intoxicating and seductive. Bethany needs to choose between being true to herself and the promises she made and being the type woman Daniel demands.
The Only Choice
Faced with a choice no-one should ever have to make Bethany’s devastation is complete. Secrets, lies and impossible choices have torn her world apart but it is not the first time she has had to rebuild her world. So she’ll do it again…because this time she has to.
When Bethany meets Daniel, she is backed into a corner and with the threat of losing even more she comes out fighting. Daniel quickly learns there is nothing quite as intoxicating as a woman with nothing left to lose and nothing quite as irresistible as his Bethany. But there are more games being played than either of them are truly aware and the winning prize is a coveted Happy Ever After.
You are mine Miss Thorne,
He is right about that. I stuff the note back in the envelope and slip it into my shoulder bag. Each time I have been here has resulted in the most intense erotic encounter, painful, exciting and emotionally exhausting. But each time has been an exception and had an ulterior motive, pain, truth… painful truth or punishment. I fumble with my key and mentally shake myself. This is us, this is Daniel and he is all about pleasure and since he first brought me here I have been wondering how long before ‘here’ becomes our normal not our exception.
The flat is quiet and I find myself tip toeing into the main living area, which is utterly ridiculous. I drop my bag in the entrance and make my way to the bedroom. I don’t know how long I have got until Daniel arrives but I do know he won’t be pleased if I haven’t obeyed his instruction. I push the door open and freeze. The room is warm with a hundred candles flickering, casting a sensual glow and softening the edges of the somewhat sinister apparatus hanging from the walls, the bench and the cross. He must be here. I can’t hear any movement but I do notice the ensuite door is shut. I quickly lose my coat and strip the rest of my many layers. The room maybe warm and my skin feels flushed but my body shivers with anticipation. The door starts to open and I dive to my knees and I know I should bow my head but I want to see him. I need to see him.
“Tsk tsk Miss Thorne…do we really need to go over the basics?” He strides toward me and locks his penetrating stare onto me. It takes a second before I look away but I only needed a second. His black jeans and fitted shirt skim his perfect body, a few buttons are open at the neck and he has rolled his sleeves up to the elbow like he means business. Dirty work maybe and by the wicked grin his soft lips are sporting he is not afraid to get his hands dirty. Lucky me. “Good girl…I don’t want to waste time covering old ground when there is so much more to explore.” His voice is level, deep but he swallows back a cough and I know he is, perhaps, not so calm after-all. He threads his hand into my hair, his fingers momentarily giving a heavenly massage before they flex and grip pulling my head back so sharply I cry out. He holds me firm as he draws closer. My eyes pinched shut with the first bite of pain but the desire that flashed through my body consumes me.
“Look at me.” I open my eyes and see nothing but pure fire and lust, it melts me. He grips a little tighter and I gasp. “Fuck…you like the pain… You know, I forget you like the pain. Do you like it as much as the pleasure Miss Thorne?” I try to shake my head but his grip is solid and I only inflict more pain on my tender scalp. He chuckles. “Oh really? Are you sure about that?” The intensity of the sexual tension is magnified by the anticipation in the long pause that follows the question.
“I…” My voice falters but not because I don’t know what to say but because I don’t know what my answer will mean for us when I tell him the truth. He raises a brow for me to continue. “I don’t know.” I don’t like the pain but I won’t deny it arouses me to heights I never new existed. My answer is a lie. I am a coward but this is his playground and as much as I trust him, I don’t quite trust myself.
“Hmmm…” His grip in my hair loosens. He draws his finger along my jaw and tips my chin high. “If you say so Miss Thorne.” He stands back and I feel a rush of cool air fill the space his heat created between us. “Stand.” He commands and I obey on shaky legs and with a building liquid core I can feel pool between my tightly gripped thighs. I am so turned on I know I am not going to last one minute. “You know you are so fucking beautiful it’s a crime to cover this body in anything other than me. My touch.” He steps closer and his fingers curl and stroke my cheek. His touch is light but sparks with charge at each delicate contact with my sensitive skin. He moves slowly from my jaw down the side of my neck. Putting the slightest pressure to make me tilt my head and give him open access to my neck. A deep groan rumbles in his chest but he keeps it there, his words are soft and intoxicating as they kiss my skin. He continues, “My kisses.” His lips feel like a brand sizzling my neck, soft, firm and possessive. I bite back a whimper but I can feel my body start to tremble. “My come.” He whispers and I am amazed I am still standing I feel so weak.
“Daniel please!” I plead, embarrassed I have little to no control over my body with this man, embarrassed but not surprised.
Dee Palmer hates talking about herself in the third person so I won’t. My husband had my iPod engraved one Christmas with ‘sing like no-one’s listening’ and I know my family actually wish they weren’t listening because I am, in fact, tone deaf but it doesn’t stop me and this gentle support has enabled me to fulfil a dream. This has been a truly brilliant experience, I wrote The Choices Trilogy back to back and released them this year just one month apart...Don't you hate waiting for the next book in a series? The entire process has undoubtedly been made possible by my incredibly supportive family. I know this is very much an acknowledgment but I know I wouldn’t be writing even this single paragraph if it wasn’t for them so this is about who I am, I am because they let me be.