Owning Up (Awakenings 2) is now available!
Sexy Sirens Book Blog: Outstanding Read. I love Ms. Zurlo’s style. Her flare for the dramatic and her way with words that makes the reader feel every word, every emotion and every nuance of the characters lives.
Dar (Goodreads): I absolutely loved this story, because it took me by surprise…I was right there with them, for the good, the sexy, the bad, the confusion, the love, the caring, the pain, the chemistry. It all swept off the pages and immersed me into the story.
Katey (GR): “Michele Zurlo weaves characters that draw you in and make you care about them, and then she lights their relationships on fire with passion and surprise.”
Owning Up (Awakenings 2)
(Note this title is on KU because other booksellers rejected it due to taboo content.)
An offer she couldn’t refuse…
When two handsome brothers offer Samantha Spencer a night of passion, curiosity lands her in their arms. The spirited artist craves a lover with enough energy to satisfy her between the sheets, and these twins deliver a deliciously decadent experience.
Their perfect submissive…
One night with Samantha leaves Alexei and Stefano wanting more—especially the glimpses they catch of the submissive within. But a relationship isn’t a business deal, and sometimes even love isn’t enough. With everything on the line, what are they willing to sacrifice for the ultimate dream?
Warnings: BDSM, ménage, pony play
How about a hot little excerpt?
The door opened, and Stefano stood back to admit us. I followed Lex inside, and I looked around. At one end was a black wooden structure in the shape of an X. I’d never seen a St. Andrew’s cross before. This one was large and imposing. I noted the places where chains dangled. The rest of the room had chairs arranged in rows for observers.
Alexei and Stefano dominated the space even more than the cross did. Ellen retreated to the periphery of the room, a kind of safeword waiting in the wings.
“Remove your shirt, shoes, and pants,” Stefano directed. “And hand them to me.”
I did, not bothering with a striptease. I wasn’t here to titillate them. I was here to experience my first flogging. I removed my shoes and pants first, handing them over to Stefano. He folded my pants and placed them on a chair behind him. He set my shoes on the floor underneath. I shrugged out of my shirt and gave that to him as well.
Lex sucked in a breath, but he didn’t say anything. Stefano folded my shirt and set it on top of my pants. Then the pair faced me.
“Widen your stance a bit,” Alexei said. He moved to stand behind me, and I felt his hands on my waist. “Relax your shoulders, and lower your gaze.”
My gaze wandered down Stefano’s body, drinking in his sexy physique. I stopped when I was staring in the region of his zipper.
“A little more,” Stefano directed.
I dropped it to his feet.
“Don’t move your head,” Alexei said. “Just your eyes.”
I hadn’t realized I’d looked down. I brought my chin up while keeping my gaze on Stefano’s feet.
“Perfect.” Alexei drew a light caress down the center of my back, the sensual touch disappearing as he skipped over the strap of my bra. “Usually we’d begin with you kneeling, but right now, we don’t have control over the cleanliness of the floor.”
I appreciated his thoughtfulness.
“You can talk,” Stefano said. “Ask questions if you have them.”
“I’m okay,” I assured them without lifting my gaze. “I promise I’ll call red or yellow if I’m not.”
They seemed at ease. Alexei guided me to stand in front of the cross, and together, they buckled padded leather cuffs around my wrists and ankles. These were attached to the short chains, and just like that, I found myself bound to a St. Andrew’s cross. I tested the range of motion, and I found I could move a few inches. It wasn’t enough to go anywhere, but it was enough so that I didn’t feel too restricted.
My hair moved as deft hands wrangled it into a knot on top of my head. I froze to keep it from unraveling.
“You can relax. I have a little sister who wrapped me around her finger from the moment she was born, so I have a lot of practice with long hair. It’ll hold.” He ran his hands over my shoulders and down my back.
With my back to them, I wasn’t sure who had spoken.
“Lex or Stef?”
He chuckled and pressed a kiss to my nape. “We’ve stumped her for the first time.”
Another chuckle came from right next to the first one. “If you’re not sure, default to ‘Sir’ as your form of address.”
I wasn’t sure about the use of a title, but it was nice to have something to save me from calling either of my lovers by the wrong name. “Okay, but which one of you is close with your sister?”
“We both are.” Another laugh, and teeth nipped at my ear. “Sammy, we’re going to make you feel really fucking good. Rest your front side against the cross.”
“Yes, Stef.” I did as he asked.
The kiss he was pressing to my shoulder stalled. “How did you know it was me?”
“You always shorten my name. Lex doesn’t.”
He seemed to accept the explanation, which was good because it was all I had to go on right now. The hands on my body multiplied as they touched every inch of my skin from my calves to my neck.
From the periphery of my view, I noted that Ellen was there, my security blanket watching over me while staying out of the way. I closed my eyes and gave myself over to the sensations stimulating my skin. It didn’t take long for them to simultaneously arouse and relax me. I felt alive and awake, yet subdued and ready for anything.
The first swish of the flogger came a second before a soft thud on my shoulder that felt like a light massage. The sensation repeated down my right side, and then it switched to come down my left side. Up and down, they flogged me from shoulder to calf, skipping over my lower back, and it felt pleasant. I found myself relaxing into the rhythm. After a time, the thuds became sharper and harder, like the massage was finally getting serious. I relaxed even more, and pleasure clouded my mind.
The clink of metal on wood roused me. I looked up to find my wrist free. Sir brought my arm down, massaging my shoulder as he did.
A slanted grin quirked his mouth—Alexei’s smile. “What’s funny?”
“You, Lex. A massage after a massage.”
Shock momentarily stole his smile.
“Nothing,” he said. “I guess I’m amazed that you’re half out of your mind, and yet you identified me easily.”
“Your smile,” I explained. “You and Stef smile differently.”
“Mine is sexy. Yours is cocky.” Stefano made that claim as he freed my other arm.
“They’re both sexy and cocky.” They were. The biggest difference was that Lex’s smile was a little higher on the left side. Stefano’s quirked up to the right. “No fighting.”
Stefano draped a robe around my shoulders while Alexei put my arms through the sleeves. “Look at you, giving orders. It’s cute, Sammy, but submissives ask for what they want.”