Thursday, October 18, 2012

Sneaky peeky--BLACKEST NIGHT!

I'm happy (and exhausted) to announce that I finished the first draft of a new manuscript last night! Well, actually it was more like early this morning. The characters have woken me up two nights in a row so on top of the thrill of finishing a new manuscript, I'm looking forward to a good long nap today, lol. That being said, I think the exhaustion was worth it if I do say so myself. If you're looking for a heroine who willingly becomes the sub--hell, enthusiastically--of a sexy male Dom, BLACKEST NIGHT is the book for you.

Hope you enjoy the unedited excerpt (I do stress unedited, lol). I'll have this in my editors hands by the weekend. Wish me luck!


As soon as Rocky left, several men walked up to me. I felt like a wounded fish in the middle of a feeding frenzy. Sharks of all shapes and sizes schooled around me.
“Are you here to meet anyone specific?”
“Is this really your first munch?”
“What kind of play are you interested in?”
“Dom, sub or switch?”
Rapid fire questions came from every direction and I didn’t know what to say. Searching the room for Rocky, I saw she was on the opposite side, deep in conversation.
Near the banquet table, a tall man with a coffee-colored complexion, cropped black hair and a closely trimmed goatee stood staring. Well, not so much staring as he seemed to be drinking in the buzz around me. The cut of his shirt and slacks spoke of a man with a personal tailor. The clothing skimmed the outline of his well-maintained form without clinging too tightly. His calculating gaze pierced me. I blinked, trying to turn my attention to the bevy of men around me.
“I’m really new at this.” I put out my hands, the universal sign for back away, but this only seemed to intrigue them more.
Showing up here might’ve been a mistake. I’d been reticent to dive into the lifestyle for this very reason. But what did I expect? Doms dominated. It was their nature. The fable about the scorpion and the frog flashed through my mind. I felt even more absurd and out of place.
But then he materialized in the midst of the throng. Mr. Tall-Dark-and-Handsome. A mere flick of his wrist dispersed the other men, no objections.
“Wow. Thanks.” I drew the tie of my wraparound dress through my fingers.
He stared at me without reply, handing me a flute of champagne, his hazel eyes never wavering. A gulp of the bubbly wine steadied my nerves.
“I’m Red.” I extended a hand which he declined to shake.
“You can call me Black.” His lips twisted into a predatory grin. “Or ‘sir’ works just as well.”
My pulse quickened, pounding so hard I found it difficult to breathe. It was as if he’d drawn all the oxygen out of the room.
“What side are you on?” he asked.
The meaning of his question took a second to register―he was asking me if I was a domme or sub.
“I don’t know yet,” I mumbled.
“Oh, you know. You’re just afraid to say aloud.” He brushed his thumb over my lips. Flinching at the overly intimate gesture, I shifted from foot to foot.
Leaning closer, he rested a hand my forearm. Fingertips brushing my skin, he murmured, “I can make you scream out which side you play on.”
A rush of breath escaped me―not so much an exhalation, but my body’s way of saying, Yes, please, I’d like that very much. My cheeks burning, my cunt equally as hot, I met his gaze.
He plucked a napkin from the table, scribbling a few lines on it. “Meet me here next Friday at eight. Don’t be late.”
His gaze fixed on mine, he paused a second. Maybe he was waiting for my reply or maybe the eye contact was for emphasis. My head swam, a thousand thoughts swirling around my brain. My body buzzed with excitement. Black was the one. No doubt about it.
“I’ll be there.” I took the napkin.
“I know you will.”
With that, he walked away and I watched his retreat, his confident strides hypnotic. Once he’d placed his glass on the table, he said goodbye to Rocky then exited, stage left.
No one else approached me except Rocky. “You’ve captured Black’s attention. That doesn’t happen everyday.”
I had no idea what she meant, but before I could ask, she hurried to greet a new guest.
Finishing my glass of champagne, I hurried to leave.
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Jess @UsedYorkCity said...

Ahh, I was going through withdrawl after the last "50 Shades" book, thanks for fixing that:-) And CONGRATS on finishing your book, what an accomplishment!

Cindy Jacks said...

Thanks, Jess! Hopefully I can help with the withdrawal ;)