Thursday, 15 August 2013

Primula Bond - The Silver Chain paperback release today

 The Silver Chain is the first in Primula Bond's new Unbreakable Trilogy published by Mischief Books at Harper Collins. It is available on ebook and now  in paperback and is a must read for anyone who likes their erotica intelligent, romantic, intense, sumptuous, sexy, daring yet real, and set in glittering locations.

Blurb of The Silver Chain:
'Being needed by someone is different from having power over them, and far more alluring, and I'm a fool for not recognising that. I'm a fool for not recognising you.'

Twin souls colliding? Or was Gustav waiting for her?

Young photographer Serena Folkes believes she's struck gold when the tycoon Gustav Levi offers to showcase her debut exhibition. But there are strings attached. Serena must move into Gustav's London town house and agree to pleasure him in any way he chooses. Patron and protegee, they are bound by the silver chain that symbolises this contract until the last photograph is sold.
            As her work sells and Gustav's demands increase, Serena surprises them both with her feisty character and eager participation. It's not such a tough ask. Gustav is exotic and intriguing. She is hungry and willing to learn. Gradually she learns what demons have driven him to strike bargains rather than to trust.  And when Gustav discovers that Serena's abusive past has almost destroyed her ability to love, he realises they are not so different after all.
            Can they plan a future together, or will a single act of betrayal return to haunt them?

 He is leaning over me now. I know his face so well. The half close of his eyes as if the lids are too heavy, when he's aroused. The pushing forward of his lower lip when he finally releases it, as if eager for a kiss.
            'I want to touch you all over, Gustav. Will you untie the silver chain? I promise I'm not going anywhere.'
            He grins. 'You can't leave me, anyway. Not while I have some rather incriminating footage in my possession.'
            'Footage?' I wriggle anxiously.
            'I have cameras in this house, remember? Mostly switched off, actually, but that night when I thrashed you with the little nun's whip, it's all on film. You wouldn't leave without securing that, would you?'
            I squeal and kick at him. 'You bastard! Blackmailing me!'
            'You're mine, young lady!' He laughs, and slaps me, hard, on the bottom. 'I can hold you to ransom for as long as I like!'
            We wrestle, hard, my struggle getting weaker as he weighs me down with his hands. My head flops back at last, with one last yank at my shackles.
            'You like it, don't you? Our silver chain? Being tied like this really turns you on.'
            I lie there, waiting. He lowers himself slowly over me. Unzips his jeans. And there is my prize.
            Dear God, I thought this moment would never come. It was hard and brutal the other night. We were both gripped by fury and fear. But tonight? Tonight I want the luxury of taking a good look. I'm rapidly becoming unable to live without it.
            So. Stay still. Don't break the spell. We're facing each other this time. His fathomless eyes. His sensuous mouth. He's going to do it this time like a lover. Gorgeous, powerful, weird, wonderful Gustav Levi.
            In the window the moon has slipped sideways on its way towards morning, as if averting its eyes, or ceding us some privacy.
            The weight of him on my legs pins me down. I hitch my hips invitingly, see his jaw tighten as he bends his face down to brush his mouth against mine.
            'Thank God you're here,' he murmurs hoarsely.
            I pull him into me, my legs strong and determined, and at last, at last his stomach is going tight as he starts to push inside me, little by little, he's so hard and hot. My body encloses him. My legs wrap around his hips and we tussle, he's strong, resisting, I'm determined, pulling, my body wants him deep, deeper inside me but still he's testing himself, testing me, holding back for as long as possible, and then we're rocking and tilting together, the pillows soft against my back, my bottom lifted off the bed as he pulls me with him.
            This is normal, hot sex. So normal. My man and me.
            His dark head is steady above mine, eyes black coals burning. It's the face that has been uppermost in my mind for the last month.
            A thump and clatter down in the hall. So Dickson has found the key.  
            'Ignore him, Gustav. I'm here. Look at me.'
            Gustav settles into a kind of trance, still staring at me, his fingers stroking my sides as if he's tuning a harp. Then he takes hold of my hips, lifts them easily towards his strong, lithe body. He starts moving again. He starts to push. He's just inside me. I move with him. It's all so natural. 
            Of course he's focussed. Gustav Levi doesn't do anything by halves. He doesn't alter his slow, sexy rhythm. We are moving together, in time with the heartbeat of the jazz music. My legs grip tighter as he pushes further, further, he fits so perfectly, I'm loving this so much, I want to moan and thrash, and pull him and kiss him and bite him.
            But I don't. Not tonight. I show him a woman who can remain silent and submissive.
            I keep my eyes on him, take a good look before the moonlight slides away completely. He's filled out, somehow, like a ravenous man who has finally eaten a square meal. There's no spare flesh on him, his muscles are chiselled by some kind of work out he must be doing, but I like that he's bigger, stronger, than when I first met him. His arms ripple and flex with new muscles.
            I'm his square meal. His nourishment.
            I must have moaned just then, because suddenly he shifts, leaning close. I arch my back again, I'm so impatient now. Does he want my yearning breasts?
            To my astonishment he reaches above me and unclips the silver chain, releasing my wrists, spreads his hands under my bottom and flips me like a pancake up towards him. We are upright now, face to face, nose to nose, like medieval saints praying on a tomb. I am straddling his knees. I feel so young like this, so athletic and free. I love that he's playing with me, experimenting with me. And I love that he is still fitted deep inside, angled right up to the hilt.
            We pause for a moment, breathing fast into each other’s faces, taunting each other to see who will move first, testing ourselves to see who will crack and give in to this incredible moment.
            His lips are moving silently as if he's counting himself in, or praying. He pulls his haunches back and so do I. He's not gentle. He slams his hips into me and I buck back at him. We pull back together, arching in rhythm as if rowing a boat, slam back so hard that we shudder with the impact of bone on bone.
            His black eyes bore through me. I want to shut mine, but I fear he might vanish if I do. I've shut my eyes so you can't see me. So I keep staring back, not blinking, as we grind and pause, so solid, filling, fitting me perfectly. My body grasping him like a tight glove.

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Author Bio:
 Primula Bond is an Oxford educated mother of three boys and has lived in Oxford, London and Cairo.  She currently lives in Hampshire and works part time as a legal clerk for criminal defence lawyers as well as writing freelance features under her real name.  Her erotic novels include Country Pleasures, Club Crème and Behind The Curtain and dozens of short stories published by Virgin Books.  Her novella Sisters in Sin and various short stories are published by Mischief Books, and Xcite Books at Accent Press have published a solo collection of short stories Random Acts of Lust , and her novella Out of Focus.  Primula also offers a critique service for aspiring erotic and romantic writers through Writers Workshop.  You can find her blog  at , on Facebook, or follow her on Twitter @primulabond.

'I really loved the book - it was different - but good different.. I can't wait for book 2 - the cliffhanger really left me hanging! I want to know what happens with Serena and Gustav!'  B J's Book Blog

'I really loved it. Primula Bond knows how to write interesting, engaging and fascinating relationships.' Northern Lass

'I felt the story was quite well written and it took me a day to read as I romped through it and didn't want to put it down.'  Goodreads.

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