Testing the Submissive

Testing the Submissive
By: Al Daltrey

Release Date: June 30, 2014

Genre: Erotica BDSM

Synopsis:

Abby stood nervously before her Master in the classic submissive pose: fully nude, legs apart, wrists

placed behind her back; deeply ashamed of her evident arousal.

How far would her Master push her with these ‘tests’? How far would Abigail go? How many times

could she stand before him blushing; yet with that unmistakable tingle? Their relationship was surely

headed for a collision course. Or was it?

Testing the Submissive Book Links:

Amazon Global Link: http://getbook.at/AlDaltreyTesting

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Barnes & Noble: https://goo.gl/79xlHq

iTunes: https://goo.gl/NPAkxQ

Paperback: http://www.amazon.com/dp/1503244695

Al will send a signed autograph sticker to anyone that purchases a Paperback.

Email Al.Daltrey@outlook.com

Official Book Trailer

Teaser Trailer (longer)

Reviews:

Testing the Submissive:

Debbie- Goodreads

https://www.goodreads.com/review/show/1027633602?book_show_action=false&page=1

Rachel- Goodreads

https://www.goodreads.com/review/show/1009501607?book_show_action=false&page=1

Lori JG- Goodreads

https://www.goodreads.com/review/show/1219595035?book_show_action=false&page=1

Excerpt:

Abigail Watson-

I knew there was a part of me that was different from most, if not all, of my girlfriends.

Sure, every girl dreams of a beautiful wedding. We all want to fall crazy-in-love with a cool, fun, smart,

sexy, successful guy. I guess I wanted that too, in a way. But I never saw myself as a Princess. I never

wanted to be fawned upon. There was something a little different happening in my head.

Late at night, under the covers, in the private darkness of my bedroom, my fingers would wander, along

with my thoughts. The storyline wasn’t rooted in romance. Instead, I would envision myself strung up from the

ceiling, hanging by my wrists, body covered in sweat, tears falling on my breasts, while some man I cherished stood behind me with a whip.

The more the guys around me in college catered to me, the less interested I became. Don’t get me

wrong, I like sweet attentive men – as friends, maybe. But guys like that just don’t excite me. To find one’s way

into my late night fantasies, my suitor required an entirely different style.

I craved a strong unforgiving dominant that would put me in my place.

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