What do I like in a hero?
Apart from strong? Romantic (closet or
not)? Hot? Relatable? Decisive? A sense of Humor?
Well all of those. But most of all
believable.
What makes a hero believable? I could
say all of the above, but that's a given for me. (You might think differently,
and that's fine, it's good we don't all think alike.)
I guess I go for dark hair, long hair,
dark eyes and not too body builder-y type heroes. Are all my heroes like that?
Well I do try not to make them, but
ohh my it's hard. They wink and I write.
I notice there has to be a bit of my own
special hero in everything I write. Stubbornness, a sense of humor(even though
a lot of people don't get it or see it), and a romantic (albeit well hidden). I
don't write in his bald head, but I do at time use a mental picture of him in
his twenties. Tall with long dark curly hair, dark eyes and a perfect ass.
That's about as far as it goes though. I'll give you the basics you fill in the
rest. Then my hero is your hero.
Tay my hero in The Girl on the Bus, is
all of the above. And a Dom. One who is about to change a lot of his life, and
perhaps bring back what's been missing.
Here's the blurb…
Julia
ran out on Tay five years ago, so she cannot be the face he sees on the bus.
However, when she ends up being the one taking notes at his meeting, he knows
he will move heaven and earth to make her his once more.
Will
she agree, or will she run again?
And a wee tease. (We'll keep with the
Scottish wordage)
"She's Silver, and
she's my sub. Aren’t you, pet?"
Tay put his hand onto
Julia's shoulder as she went grey and swayed. He'd heard the interaction
between her and her Belle and sighed. Belle did her best, but he'd known it
wasn't going to be easy.
When he noticed them both
come in, he'd almost done the clichéd rub the eyes thing, or pinched himself.
He should have realized she hadn't come of her own accord. Tay had a friend in
the know, a valued and respected Master who promised that if a sub called
Silver, or anyone with her coloring popped up, he'd have known about it. Tay
doubted whether his friend would ever have passed her whereabouts on to him.
That would break client confidentiality. However at least he'd have something
to go on.
To Tay's initial horror,
Julia shuddered under his touch, but Tay was experienced enough to know after
the first split second it wasn't with revulsion. He tightened his grip, just a
little bit, and Julia moaned.
"Silver?" He
prompted her, and the glowering look she sent him made him chuckle.
"Bratty sub, pet. So not on. Now I suggest we let your friend go in and
get a seat, and we talk."
"I suggest not."
Yes, bratty all right. He
flicked his head in the universal get lost motion to Belle, who nodded and
followed Linsey toward a door at the back of the hall. He bent his head to
Julia's ear, and felt her soft breath feather over his skin as he moved toward
her. She smelled of citrus and spring.
"You and I need to
talk, pet. We owe each other that. Now do you come inside and watch my demo and
give me your word you won't run, or do I get someone to guard dog you?"
Tay wasn't fanciful, but it
seemed even the air waited for her answer. He was under no illusions he could
hold her if she wanted to go, but he hoped she'd stay. Just as he decided to
give up, Julia gave a shuddering sigh and nodded.
"Yes, Sir." Ye
bloody ha. Sir no less. He was careful not to let his exultation show.
"Then come with me." He didn't wait to see if she followed, but
turned and walked toward the doorway Belle and Linsey went through.
Just before they disappeared,
he did turn, and his heart—and his cock—swelled as Julia followed with her head
bent, and then stopped in front of him.
"Sir?" Her voice
hitched and her shoulders heaved.
"Yes, pet?" Tay
lifted her chin up, and his heart missed a beat as he saw the shimmer of
sadness in her eyes. "Why the tears?"
Julia swiped at her face and
he took hold of both her hands.
"Tell me, pet."
She didn't resist his hold, moving toward him before she straightened and
looked him in the eyes. "I missed you. All this time, I wondered what if.
My reactions to what we did scared me senseless so I left. I was a coward, and
I still am."
That was being open and
honest with a vengeance.
He held both her hands in
one of his and massaged her shoulders with the other. The knots he felt would
need a sports masseur to dislodge them. Or a good spanking session.
"Do I call you Silver
or Julia?" He kept his voice soft and level, as if he soothed a puppy—or a
new and nervous sub. Not very dominant or commanding, but she trembled like a
sapling in a strong wind, and Tay reckoned she was ready to run—or faint. In
truth he had no idea what she'd experienced other than with him. Nothing I
hope. The fierceness of that thought startled him.
"Well, pet?"
Julia moved a step back and
he let her, although he didn't take his gaze off her face. She'd regained her
color now, and ran her tongue around her lips before her throat rippled as she
swallowed deeply.
"Silver, please, Sir.
Except—" She bit her lip.
'That deserves a
spanking," Tay said and watched a fresh rush of color flood her body.
"No marking except by me. So you were saying?"
"Yes, Sir, please call
me Silver, and I'm ready to go inside. And except, what are you
demonstrating?"
"Guess." Tay took
her hand and tugged. She tripped toward him and hit his chest with a thud. Her
nipples puckered at the contact and stood out against her thin top. As ever his
cock responded to her closeness. Tay could only be thankful his zipper appeared
sturdy.
Silver's hands snaked around
his neck. In spite of himself, Tay's lips twitched. Bratty sub indeed. Would he
get the chance to make her his bratty sub once more?
"Sir? Are you
demonstrating wax play?"
"Sub, are you showing
me proper respect?"
Her hands fell like stones,
and to his delight, and amazement, she dropped to her knees and assumed the
position. There in the hallway where anyone could see.
"Sorry, Sir. But are
you?"
Okay, still a bratty sub.
"Why? Are you
volunteering to be my sub for the demonstration?"
"Yes, Sir."
*****
The Girl on the Bus can be
found at an eBookstop near you.
Happy Reading. Love R x
