How brave are you? Are you willing to take an adventure
with someone you are just getting to know? In NAUGHTY
BIT'S THE COMPLETE NOVEL by JOEY W. HILL Madison does
just that. When she meets Logan after coming to take over
her sisters store Madison finds her fantasies coming
true. Can she trust the feelings that she is having or
will it be another mishap for Madison? Logan seems to be
the man for her but Madison must find a way to trust her
emotions once again.
I truly enjoyed NAUGHTY BITS. I was quickly immersed in
Logan and Madison's story. The attraction is there right
from the start and watching it turn into so much more was
a wonderful read. Madison does not realize how strong she
can be. She is going through the pain of losing her
sister and the guilt of not always being there for her.
Logan understands her pain and her needs. He shows
Madison the life and the love that she could have if she
just tried. I loved Logan and the patience and
understanding that he has towards Madison. He has
feelings for her and is more than willing to help her
find what she needs. It was nice to see Madison open up
and begin to not only trust but to also grow with the
help of Logan. As hot as their story is it is also full
of romance.
Alongside Madison and Logan we meet others like Troy who
becomes more than just a friendly neighbor. He has his
own story with his Domme which adds another dimension to
Madison's story. Love is hard to find and only a lucky
few ever find it. Madison and Logan are two of the lucky
ones.
NAUGHTY BITS is a fast paced read that grabs you right
from the start and does not let go until the very end.
Joey W. Hill does a great job building the world that
Madison and Logan belong to. I loved seeing how Logan and
Madison's relationship progressed throughout the story.
It felt natural and made for not only a hot read but also
and romantic one as well.
THE COMPLETE NOVEL To better serve the customers of her lingerie shop, Madison must explore the pleasures of giving up control... After inheriting her sister’s North Carolina lingerie shop, Naughty Bits, Madison jumps at the chance to dump her boring finance career and try her luck down South. But even before Madison can settle in, she catches the attention of the owner of the neighboring hardware store. Sexually dominant Logan Scott recognizes a submissive when he sees one. And what he sees, he wants. He presents her with three very tempting gifts—handcuffs, erotic cards, and an open invitation to start her sexual training. She has to accept. After all, how can she hope to sell fantasies to lingerie customers without embracing her own? Now, she’s about to discover just how far her fantasies can take her—and how far Logan will go to make every one of them come true.
Excerpt
WARNING: MATURE CONTENT “I’ve got you. You’re all f**king mine.” He had his hand wrapped in her hair, holding so tight her scalp ached. He moved his mouth against her throat, against a vital artery pulsing with adrenaline. Pressed up against her back the way he was, he allowed her no personal space. His thigh was thrust between her legs, his erection a bar of steel branding itself on her buttock, even through his jeans. When she sucked in a breath, it was all him. Spiced aftershave, heated male. She wanted to turn, put her face right against his throat, nestle in that scent, in his strength. He controlled everything, and she felt safe. For the first time in her life. If only he wasn’t a dream. But in her mind was the only place where she could give him control. “You’re thinking again. You get punished when you think.” As he stepped back, she wanted to reach for him, but she couldn’t. He had her bound against a cool cinder-block wall. Embedded manacles held her wrists and ankles, and dozens of taut, thin lines crisscrossed her body from shoulders to feet. The bindings were threaded through two vertical columns of hooks, outlining her against the stone. When he released her, until normal, mundane movement restored her skin, she’d bear the impressions of those lines. And other marks as well. She yelped as the flogger hit her buttocks. The rough, braided strips bit into skin, left marks like a bird’s sharp toes. “Beg for punishment.” “Please . . . hurt me.” “No.” She moaned as he threaded his hand through the crisscrossed lines to push between the wall and her body. He caressed her navel, then dropped down to probe her clit, work it with a single firm fingertip, an excruciating and pleasurable tease. “It’s not about hurting you. It’s about you letting go. Ssshhh . . .” He soothed, even as he tormented. She struggled like a moth in a web, made tiny cries as he kept flicking and tweaking. The orgasm was as close as the prayer for mercy when he stepped back. “I don’t care what you think. Tell me how you feel. The first word that comes to mind.” The flogger struck and she jumped. “Afraid.” He did it again, and she gasped. “Wet.” He gave a dangerous chuckle. “Trying to get me to play with you there again, aren’t you? You’ll have to earn that.” Whap! “Hot . . .” “Alive . . .” “Need you” . . . “Aches . . .” “Stop . . .” “Don’t Stop . . .” “Free.” She said that one several times. Each stroke made the feeling more real. The flogger cut into her, but instead of cringing, she was arching, trying to lift her hips, spread her arms wider, a swan taking flight, fighting what held her to the ground. She licked her lips. “Master. Please.” He kept punishing her until she was a quivering mess, then he closed in on her again, took hold of her hair in that tight hold she loved. He bit her neck and she trembled more. “Say it.” “I’m yours, Master.” She believed it. There was no doubt. No fear. No thinking. She heard that delicious sound of him unbuckling his belt, unzipping his jeans, then she let out a sigh of relief as he started to push up inside her. He’d take her like this, while she was helpless against the wall. She’d come so hard her flesh would be scraped by the cinder block, because she’d writhe against it like a snake shedding a skin. He’d take her home, rub soft lotions into her flesh, make her sleep naked next to him so he could play with her body whenever, however, he wished, all night long. His long, strong fingers would stroke those whip marks, the scrapes, push inside her. Anything he wanted, she’d give him, because she trusted him with everything. At least in this moment. Dawn would come and dread would return. Along with a hundred other emotions wrapping her up like those crisscrossed lines, only these imprisoned her mind and denied her heart. Only by being his was she truly free.
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