Exclusive Excerpt from Sidney Bristol’s Duty Bound + Contest!
I’m thrilled to be a stop on Sidney Bristol’s book blitz to help spread the word about her new story! Duty Bound is book 2 in her Bayou Bound series and The Book Tart has an exclusive (and chemistry filled) excerpt from Duty Bound. *Kermit flail* I NEED to read this book! Loved Picture Her Bound.
Loved it so much, I’m giving away Bayou Bound, book 1, Picture Her Bound, to a lucky duck. Details down there *waves down* Enjoy the teaser excerpt and do the blog hop for more tour-y goodness from Sidney. 😀
The Queen of Tarts
PS. I’m also determined to get my review for Picture Her Bound out of my head and onto the blog soon damnit. I love how Sid writes. Click HERE for previous reviews and keep and eye out for new ones. 🙂
Lisette wouldn’t be back in New Orleans if she didn’t need protection—and who better to turn to than her ex-boyfriend turned Detective? She’s got a closet full of secrets that include a stalker ex and a kinky past. She vows to not dream about Mathieu…much. If only he were a Dominant, one who would not just flog her into bliss, but love her as well. A girl can dream, can’t she?
He was her first love.
Mathieu wants nothing to do with another damsel in distress, but he can’t say no when the little blonde woman walks back into his life with proof her ex is big trouble. He’ll give her a place to sleep, but nothing more. His heart is locked up tight. Except, Lisette uncovers his past in the BDSM world and she’s never backed down from a challenge. He can handle her, can’t he?
Lisette and Mathieu embark on a relationship that is strictly about sexual gratification, but evolves into more. When the bodies align, the hearts entwine. Except their rekindled flame is in danger. Lisette’s ex has found his prey, and he’s not afraid of taking a life.
Includes a bonus short story, Picture Her Completed.
Mathieu lived in a tiny one-bedroom apartment. She didn’t know what he made working as a detective, but she’d expected someplace a little nicer than the third floor walk-up in an old, refurbished brick building with shutters tacked on outside the windows and a balcony about to fall off the wall. It wasn’t so much the place he lived as the feel of being with him that had unnerved her.
It was nice. Pleasant even.
Mathieu might give her the silent treatment, but there was something else, something unspoken that gave her the sense of safety, of being wrapped in a warm blanket.
She’d slept in his bed last night, surrounded by his scent and his things. For the first time in weeks she hadn’t started awake, certain that whatever sounds she heard were Seth coming to get her.
Lisette pulled the sandwiches out of the skillet as the cheese began to puddle on the bottom of the pan. She plopped them down on the finest of paper plates. The man really was living the bachelor life, it would seem.
“Here we go.” She handed him the bigger sandwich with a smile and flipped the burner off.
Mathieu’s gaze flicked over hers, and for the fraction of a second it felt as if the earth stopped spinning. He rocked her world and didn’t even know it.
Lisette gave herself a little shake and gathered her sandwich and a glass of tea before joining him on the sofa. There wasn’t even room for a dinette set in the apartment, which was a crying shame.
She settled in on the worn sofa, folding her legs underneath her. Gator stared up at her with sad, brown eyes.
“Stop begging, you hog,” Mathieu snapped, but there was no heat in his voice.
Gator trotted to the other end of the couch and repeated his begging attempt with another audience. Mathieu grumbled and pulled a tidbit of ham from his sandwich, covered in cheese and pesto.
She bit into her sandwich before she said it.
“Did you sleep alright?” Mathieu nudged Gator toward his bed.
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“I did.” She’d almost slept through Mathieu’s alarm. Instead, she’d woken as he opened the bedroom door, tip-toeing across the squeaky floorboards in nothing but his boxers. She’d watched him through narrowed eyes. There were scars where he’d once had smooth flesh, signs of a life lived on the edge.
“Good.” He tapped his foot and still refused to look at her.
“What’s going on with the nervous act?”
Mathieu slashed his gaze toward her, brows drawing down. He wasn’t the only one who used his powers of observation.
He sighed and placed the sandwich back on his plate. “I dug around in the recent cases at the station. How long have you been in New Orleans?”
“A week and a few days. Why?” She nibbled on the corner of her sandwich without tasting it. No. No. No.
“Nothing for sure, just keeping my eyes open.” And yet he still wouldn’t look at her. It was getting damn annoying.
“Okay, what did you find?”
His mouth twisted up and he stared at the coffee table. “Just an assault case. Woman didn’t know the man and the guy got scared off by a pair of college students. Nothing that sounds like what Seth did to you.”
Her gut screamed, It’s him!
Did she know that for sure?
She couldn’t. There was no way of telling if Seth had followed her to The Crescent City or not. Except she felt it. He was there, waiting for her.
Lisette shook her head, aware that Mathieu was watching her.
It can never be said that Sidney Bristol has had a ‘normal’ life. She is a recovering roller derby queen, former missionary, and tattoo addict. She grew up in a motor-home on the US highways (with an occasional jaunt into Canada and Mexico), traveling the rodeo circuit with her parents. Sidney has lived abroad in both Russia and Thailand, working with children and teenagers. She now lives in Texas where she splits her time between a job she loves, writing, reading and belly dancing.