After ten years with a controlling husband, submission is terrifying. Submission or freedom? No matter which path she chooses, her life will change forever.

 

To find happiness, she must do something she swore she’d never do again. Let a man control her.

After beating cancer, Vivian goes on a mission to cleanse her life. First on the list, kicking her cheating, controlling husband to the curb. Second, she must discover the answer to a question that’s been haunting her. Is the love she harbors for Brock, her bad-boy brother-in-law, genuine or a chemotherapy-induced illusion?

Brock loves a woman he cannot have, his brother’s wife. To claim her would be a betrayal. He knows loving her is wrong but he can’t help it. So when circumstances bring them back together, he can no longer deny his forbidden attraction, and they unite in a fury of passion, lust—and bondage.

But Vivian isn’t prepared for Brock’s BDSM lifestyle, no matter how sexy he looks with his tats and leathers. After ten years with a controlling husband, submission is terrifying—but so is never being with Brock again.

Submission or freedom? No matter which path she chooses, her life will change forever.

Publisher’s note: His Forbidden Submissive contains adult material, including very strong language, depictions of bondage and discipline, and graphic descriptions of sexuality. If you do not care to read such material, please do not open this book.

 

Purchase Links

Amazon Author Page: https://www.amazon.com/Brandi-Evans/e/B004D05W56/

Book Page on Brandi’s website: brandievansauthor.com/hisforbiddensub.html

Amazon buy link: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B06XGFTB2L

Blushing buy link: http://www.blushingbooks.com/item/bbdd1217/brandi-evans-his-forbidden-submissive/1.html

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Smiling,  he  grabbed  a  leather  riding  crop  from  his  prep  table.  He  opened  his  mouth  to  tell her  what  he  was  about  to  do  but,  at  the  last  second,  he  held  back.  He  wanted  to  see  her  surprised reaction when the  soft  leather of the  crop touched her skin.

Gently, teasingly, he  pressed the  crop to her inner thigh.

Tap.

She  tensed when the  soft  leather contacted her skin but  immediately relaxed.

Tap.

The  leather hit  again, only slightly harder.   

“Striking  the  skin  causes  blood  to  rush  to  the  surface,  and  when  there’s  increased  blood flow  to  the  surface,  sensations  are  heightened.”  He  feathered  the  flat  surface  over  her  mons.  “No matter what area’s  struck…”

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Brandi Evans was raised by a caravan of traveling Gypsies. She spent her days learning the ways of her people and her nights lost in legends as old as time. Okay, not really, but that’s way more interesting than the truth!

 

In reality, Brandi grew up the oldest child of an ordinary family. Grade school, middle school, high school. Nothing extraordinary happened until she left the nest. She joined the military, went to college, got married, and became a mom. And somewhere along the way, she discovered she liked to read—and write!—stories hot enough to melt eReaders.

 

 

  • Social Media Links/Contact

 

Email: brandi@brandievansauthor.com

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  • Special Note

 

I’m doing a big giveaway that I’d like to share on the blog tour. Here’s a link to the blog where I spell out the details: http://brandievansauthor.blogspot.com/2017/02/want-to-name-book-character.html.

 

 

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What is your writing environment?

 

Silence. My ADHD requires it. At the very least, there can’t be any words being spoken, so TVs and crowds are out. I can listen to classical music or music in a foreign language, but words I understand distract me. Like seriously. 😉

 

Oh, and there are lots and lots of Starbucks cups scattered around me. My Muse thrives on cinnamon dulche lattes, often with extra shots of espresso. All I know is if I don’t strike it rich sometime soon, my Muse may bankrupt me.

 

What is your writing process?

 

Feeling my characters. As in going deep into their thoughts and practically becoming them. Understanding them. As a result, my stories are very internal, which I like. On the flip side of things, however, becoming my characters often leaves me feeling emotionally spent.