A New Look

Sometimes we want to reset the clock. Go back in time and do it right the first time.

So far we don’t have that ability.

However, I haven’t been happy with Sold for Christmas since I published it. It took me forever to find a concept for the cover. Something conveying Christmas, presents, the magic of the season in a knky way.

I wanted the cover to show a different man than Plaything’s Master. After all, the new Dom was the point of the story.

Her feelings for him, too.

As I said, I wasn’t happy with the cover, and so I had a new one created. It’s more festive and focuses on the sub.

I have worried over the new cover almost as much as the old one. I do like it more, though.

Then I double-checked the story. There were places lacking details. So I fixed them.

The one thing I hadn’t added in the first edition was a final sex scene with Plaything and Sir M. And I tied in her desire to take a holiday at a Christmas Inn with her Master on New Year’s Eve.

Excerpt:

In a few short days, I’d see Sir M again. And once again I felt more like a piece of property than a cherished slave. I shuddered with need. Sir spent the night before. In my bed, using my body until I was sated and exhausted.

Why balk at this when Master had videoed me for pay? Anger had coursed through me when he handed me a wad of bills. “This is your cut of the money from the video and Sir M.” I barely registered the smirk on his face. Shame washed over me as fifty-dollar bills fell through my limp fingers.

“Pick them up.” His strict command went unnoticed. He’d paddled me, then pushed me to the floor beside the bills. “You’ll stay there until you pick them up and put them in your purse.”

“I’ve got to go home, Master.”

“I guess you need to make a quick decision.”

In the end, I obeyed. I’d left angry and hurt. When he brought up the subject of selling me regularly, I refused to discuss it. He punished me often, and he’d sold me once more without my knowledge. But that hadn’t pleased him. Lately, he had increased his campaign to sell me once the playroom here was completed.

I’m only catering to this man’s kinks and fetishes. Right? No. I was slaking my need for Sir M. The real reason I didn’t want to see him. I wanted him to want me as a sub, not a… Shaking off the nagging in my brain, I climbed from the tub.

Check out the new cover and grab your kinky holiday read now.