Saturday, April 20, 2013
Passions Trust Blog Tour
What happens in The Brigade stays in The Brigade…Viviana Marks crashes the annual Brigade masquerade with one mission—submitting to Chief of Security, Stryker. She isn’t about to pass up this opportunity to dabble in her BDSM fantasies with one of the best Doms around. Returning from a mission, Lance is surprised to discover an unknown woman posing as a former submissive of his. Curious, he assists Stryker in taking control of the sweet bundle of curves, sensuality and attitude. Viviana soon finds herself in a two-week training session with the two men, who are determined to unleash her darkest desires and awaken a need she’s ignored too long. When the time draws near to decide whether to continue her journey of sensual discovery, the true test is whether the tentative trust she’s built with the two Doms is enough to overcome her bitter past.
I was in a pretty shitty mood when I found out a sub I’d never met was pretending to know me. Reporters working to get the scoop on The Brigade are like cockroaches so I was more than ready to call her out and let her know that no one fucks with The Brigade. When Chase asked me to cover the spanking demonstration I knew immediately that the fates had aligned with karma and the sexy woman claiming to know me would be the perfect sub to help me.
Man, I had no idea what the hell I was getting myself into. But I’ve gotta admit I’d step into that line of fire all over again.
He smiled and ran a finger across her cheek. “I assure you that you will enjoy every moment.”
Indecision weighed her limbs as he stood there silently challenging her to accept his invitation. She’d come here to play. Explore. Get Stryker’s attention.
Participating in a scene could very well get his attention faster than anything. She admonished herself for the wicked thought but nodded in acceptance. This wasn’t the time to chicken out. Her knees knocked together as she followed him across the lawn and toward a tented area on the other side.
His hand wrapped around her waist as he guided her through the small crowd gathered. Nervousness flitted across her. “I’m not sure I can do this.”
“Of course you can. You came here to explore, right?”
“Sorry, Sir.” She took the two steps up to the stage area and looked around. “You’ve done this before, right?”
“Many times.” He grinned and crossed his arms. “Say the word, Viviana, and I’ll find another volunteer.”
She glanced at the crowd and saw the scores of women surrounding them. “No, I’ll do it.”
“You remember the safe word?”
She’d found the safe word too amusing too forget. Who would’ve imagined cobra? Suddenly, seeing this man—and thinking of Stryker—she couldn’t help but remember her siblings’ obsession with G.I. Joe growing up. She’d just found her own commander general, and she was about to see exactly how good he was in action.
Suppressing the meandering path her mind was taking, she responded before he could note her pause, or humor. “Cobra.”
“Right.” He pulled out the handheld device and tapped the screen a few times. “For someone not experienced you were quite brave with your choices here.”
“I’m not sure I’m ready for all that. Not like this.”
“Of course not.” He motioned toward the bench. “Remove the boots and the skirt and settle in.”
Mortification filled her as she looked at him.
“Is there a problem?”
“I didn’t exactly dress for my parts to be exposed.”
“Well, then, I guess you’ll learn how to be more prepared next time.” He assessed her with a gaze somewhere between infrared and X-ray vision. “I assure you that no one has ever died of embarrassment, and in a couple of minutes you won’t even be thinking of the crowd.”
“If you are, then I’ve lost my touch.”
Born in small-town Texas, Cara Carnes was a princess, a pirate, fashion model, actress, rock star and Jon Bon Jovi’s wife all before the age of 13.
In reality, her fascination for enthralling worlds took seed somewhere amidst a somewhat dull day job and a wonderful life filled with family and friends. When she’s not cemented to her chair, Cara loves travelling, photography and reading.