Momma Says: To Read or Not to Read: New Release: Layla by Claire Marta & Summer Stanton

Thursday, January 23, 2020

New Release: Layla by Claire Marta & Summer Stanton

🐉🧜‍♀️ NEW RELEASE 🧜‍♀️🐉

Title: Layla

Series: Carnal Pleasures, Book 2

Authors: Author Claire Marta & Summer Stanton

Release Date: January 23rd

Cover Design: Raven Design

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Blurb:

Thomas Harrow is new to Carnal Pleasures. Though an accomplished Dominant, not everyone is impressed with him at first sight. In an effort to prove that he belongs, he sets up a public demonstration that has a disastrous end.

Layla Marks is a dreamer who works behind the scenes at the club. Night after night she watches the playing, secretly longing to be apart of the lifestyle.

The pair couldn't be more different: Thomas is demanding with little patience for Layla's naiveté. With a rocky start already between them, they enter into a tentative D/s relationship, hoping that the other can be what they need.

But Thomas is not the only one who covets the shy beauty, and Layla soon finds herself caught in a deadly game of cat and mouse.

*The Carnal Pleasures series will be a mixture of various M/M and M/F pairings following the lives of the employees and patrons of the club. Due to language and explicit sexual interaction, it is recommended for readers 18 and up*

EXCERPT

“Strip, everything goes.”

“I…”

“You consented to scene with me. When you failed to communicate you earned yourself a punishment. I know you’re not stupid, dense perhaps, but not stupid. Now strip. You have your safe word. Nothing is going to harm you.” Humiliate, yes, but not harm.

With shaking hands she takes off her clothes. Like the good little sub she is she folds each article of clothing and sets them off to the side.

She may not have tapped into the submissive side of herself before, but it’s there. I plan on giving her a crash course tonight on what it would be like to be mine.

“Step up to the cross, facing the front of the room.”

“What?”

“I didn’t stutter.”

“Why are you doing this?”

“You know why. Now, I won’t tell you again.” I reply as patiently as I can.

She walks slowly across the stage and stands in front of the Saint Andrew’s Cross. A smirk crosses my lips as her small frame stands next to the intimidating piece of equipment.

“Turn around.” She does and I place my hand on her shoulder so I can gently push her back until she’s flush with the wood.

I restrain her to the cross and tears trail down her cheeks as she looks out to the crowd. Only a handful of patrons have noticed us, I don’t mind, but she certainly does.

“You’ll stay here for half an hour. That is your punishment. You humiliated me, so I think it’s only fair that I do the same for you. Tit-for-tat and all that.”