Mastered: Ten Tales of Sensual Surrender (44 page)

Noah allowed her the power for several seconds before he freed himself from her mouth. Above her, Ty broke away from Noah and hauled her between them. As Ty reached around her to grasp Noah’s waist, crushing her breasts against the wall of muscle in front of her, Noah claimed her mouth once more. Noah’s spicy cinnamon flavor mingled with Ty’s minty taste, and her addiction to them was instant. Whatever resistance she’d harbored melted in the heat surrounding her as their bodies molded together. No end, no beginning, until Noah’s lips fell away from hers and coasted to her ear.

“I hope you enjoyed that taste of power, Natasha. Next time, it’s all mine.”

The threatening promise pushed a shiver all the way down to her toes. “Yes, Master.”

She reveled in the way Noah’s gaze heated at her words, but she hadn’t forgotten about Ty. Tasha glanced at him, fearing he might have changed his mind about the three of them pursuing a relationship together.

Relief swept through her at the sight of Ty’s relaxed, happy smile aimed at Noah. “I think we should use your formidable rope skills to suspend her the next time we use her mouth. Can you picture how she’ll look, displayed like that?”

Noah’s slow perusal of her body set off another shiver. “She will be beautiful.”

“Do I have any say in the matter?”

Ty and Noah spoke at the same time. “No.”

Tasha smiled, realizing that this was what she and Ty both needed. The complications they would face would challenge them in ways she couldn’t wait to explore.

FROM THE AUTHORS

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Thank you for reading! Jennifer and I hope you enjoyed BONDAGE ON 34
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STREET, a tale that spins off from my Carina Press books MENAGE ON 34
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STREET and DIAL M FOR MENAGE (Tasha’s sister, Kat, and her two lovers), as well as Jennifer’s Loose Id novel DECLARATION TO SUBMIT (the world of Sasha’s brother, Master A).

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ABOUT THE AUTHORS

EMILY RYAN-DAVIS is a lifelong East Coaster whose passion for the written word saw her through jobs writing obituaries, press releases and grants before she decided “I’m going to do this” and sat down to write a book. And then she wrote a book. Several, actually, in a variety of steamy romance sub-genres.

Life has undergone many changes since that first book. Now she spends her days writing full-time and parenting even-fuller-time. All the usual author loves apply, with chocolate, coffee and cats at the top the list.

JENNIFER LEELAND never considered herself a writer…

I loved Harlequin romances when I was little and used to sneak them from my mother’s bookshelf. But my father influenced me with Agatha Christie, Ngiao Marsh and Arthur Conan Doyle. I finally wrote my first completed novel in 2005 and never looked back.

It has been a fabulous journey. I have a special relationship with my characters, who both annoy me and inspire me. And yes, they talk to me. In the shower. In the car. When I’m trying to sleep. Many have asked me why I write erotic romance. Believe me, it would probably be easier to write something my mom could tell her friends about. But I love the emotion, the conflict, the possibilities contained in erotic romance. When I read, I want to indulge in fantasies. I hope I can do the same for others.

I live with a Redneck, who loves to brainstorm with me on occasion, and my two dirt faced Okie kids in the Northern California Boonies. I’ve published with Cobblestone Press, Liquid Silver Books, Loose-Id LLC., Samhain Publishing, and Whiskey Creek Press. I’m a moderator for the award winning writer’s forum Romance Divas where I’ve been a member since 2006.

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Bondage on 34
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Street/ Emily Ryan-Davis and Jennifer Leeland -- 1st ed.

REMASTERED

REMASTERED

A Black Halo Novelette

By

Madelynne Ellis

www.madelynne-ellis.com

REMASTERED

Copyright © Madelynne Ellis 2014. Violators will be forced to re-enact that book with my neighbour’s dog, while wearing a corset made of living bees. Twice.

Edited by Sandra Barkevich

Cover Art by Madelynne Ellis

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This is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places and incidents are products of the writer’s imagination or have been used fictitiously, and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or to events or places is coincidental. All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, scanned, or distributed in any manner whatsoever without the written permission of the author except in the case of brief quotation embodied in critical articles and reviews.

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About the Book

REMASTERED ~ A bad experience with a former girlfriend caused Spook Mortensen to repress his sexual urges, but when sound engineer Allegra Hutton is called upon to remaster Black Halo’s first album, there’s only so much of her attitude and stubborn refusal to listen to the band’s wishes he can take before he’s forced to break his self-imposed vow and take her in hand.

This novelette takes place after the events of Come Undone and All Night Long, but before the start of Come Together.

Chapter One

“I’ve got it,” Allegra Hatton assured Black Halo’s manager, trying to sound confident, despite the fact that he intimidated the hell out of her. Graham Callahan was a giant of a man in every sense, and he was being rather more specific about how he envisaged the sound of the end product than she was used to. Typically, when she was hired to remaster old recordings, she was left to make the judgement calls for herself.

“I want a cleaner, smoother sound. Bring out the melody more. Emphasize Xane’s voice over the guitars and drums. It’s far too discordant at the moment. The damn track beats you senseless it’s so belligerent.”

So, she feared, would he, if she didn’t deliver.

“You’re getting this aren’t you?” He loomed over her, lower lip wobbling. He had a habit of closing in as he stressed each point, and spraying her with phlegm. Hence, during the course of their conversation, they’d migrated some distance along the corridor away from the mixing room door.

To Allegra, it seemed she was being chased from the building.
Too new to be working with Black Halo
, the voice inside her head kept taunting.
Any minute he’s going to tell you to forget it and call in someone less fresh faced.
It was miraculous enough that she’d been hired for the task in the first place when there were so many more experienced people they could have used. She’d only been working in the industry six-months in a paid capacity.

OK, deep breath. She could do this. If she gave Graham Callahan what he wanted, he could make doors open for her. Not that fulfilling his wishes would be easy. What he was asking her to do would necessitate remixing the individual instruments, maybe even re-recording them, something that was way outside of her usual remit. Her expertise was in digitizing old analogue recordings and remastering them for re-release.

“Ms Hutton, you are getting this?”

“Absolutely. It won’t be a problem.”

“Good.” He grinned broadly, obviously thrilled with her response. “Just see that we stay on the same wavelength and you aren’t side-tracked by the band pulling you in different directions.”

“The band?” Were they here? Normally she worked in isolation. Her job involved manipulating the sound using a palette of software tools. She couldn’t see how having them around, listening in, would really contribute. On the other hand, getting to meet the band—
yes, please!
—she’d been an enormous Black Halo fan ever since her college days. Her outfit today was chosen in honour of that—black lacy top, worn with a slash of scarlet lipstick, although, she’d then tempered her wild child look with a sensible pinstriped skirt so as to appear professional.

Lord—the thought of getting close to rhythm guitarist Spook Mortensen made her whole body flush with excitement. Spook fired up her imagination in a very particular and compelling way. She dreamed about mister, tall, blonde and gorgeous pinning her against a wall, or a door, or any other inanimate, immovable object and claiming her as his personal plaything for years. Spook Mortensen shredded like the devil possessed him. He was willowy and lean, and when she looked at his eyes, she knew there were secrets held in them. Secrets she prayed were very much akin to her own.

If Spook was here, she was going to have to keep a very tight grip on herself so as not to turn into a squeeing limpet in his presence.

Alle bowed her head so that Graham wouldn’t notice the flush beginning to creep across her cheeks as she imagined the supple caress of Spook’s lips teasing the back of her neck. “Get down on your knees,” he’d tell her and wait for her to comply. He’d capture her long hair in his hand as he nudged her towards worshipping his cock, and then when she balked he’d upend her across his knee.

She fantasized a lot about what Spook Mortensen might make her do, most of it while she was rendered helpless in some way, though normally she hated being told what to do. There were too many men in this industry that seemed to think a woman in the mixing room was incomprehensible. Lord knows why. There was no heavy lifting involved, and her ears worked just as well as theirs.

“The boys can be very persuasive,” Graham insisted, intruding upon her thoughts. “I trust you can stand up to their charms, and turn this track into the chart success it should be.”