Thursday, October 12, 2017

Rule Changer (Rules of Engagement #3) by Sienna Snow: Blog Tour Excerpt & Giveaway


Blurb:

Rules are meant to be broken. 

Carmen Dane was a self-assured Domme who always maintained control . . . until she submitted to sinfully sexy Master Thomas Regala. She gave him her trust and vulnerability, and he betrayed her. She’s avoided him for months, but now he knows the truth and refuses to let her hide. Her all-consuming hunger for Thomas has only grown stronger during their time apart. But Carmen will never submit to him-or anyone-ever again.

Thomas isn’t about to give up that easily. Carmen is his Mistress and his submissive. He’ll do almost anything for a second chance-even if it means giving up some of his power for her pleasure. Now they’ve embarked on a game of desire and dark, greedy need that breaks both their rules. But can Thomas ever wholly submit to Carmen when he wants to claim her as his own? 
 



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About the Author:

Sienna Snow’s love of reading started at a very young age with Beezus and Ramona. By the time, she entered high school, a girlfriend introduced her to Bertrice Small and Jude Deveraux, and an avid romance reader was born.

She writes sexy romance, some with a lot of heat and spice and others with a bit of fantasy. Her characters represent strong women of different cultures and backgrounds, who seek love through unique circumstances.

When she is not writing, traveling, or reading, Sienna spends her time with her husband and their two children.

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Excerpt:

Hanging up the phone, I took a deep breath, put on my game face, and opened my office door.

God, he was beautiful. No, that was a too pretty a word for someone so rugged and masculine. His tailored black suit accentuated his large muscular frame. His short hair and five- o’clock shadow gave him a slightly unkempt appearance. However, his hands, rough and calloused from working his family’s ranch, said he was as comfortable working outdoors as in the boardroom.

“Come in, Thomas. We should get started.”

Thomas stared at me with as if he could see into my soul and slay all my demons. I couldn’t handle his scrutiny, so I stepped back and gestured for him to enter.

He remained still and continued to examine me.

“Are you coming in?”

He tucked a stray strand of my hair behind my ear. “Mi cielito, what’s wrong?”

My heaven.

My breath hitched, and I wanted desperately to lean into his touch, to seek a moment of comfort. Until Thomas, no one had seen past the cold, always in control, Carmen Dane. I’d never felt as safe or protected as during the short time we were together. In the end, I realized it had all been an illusion.

“We’ll talk about it in a moment.” I stepped away from him and moved behind my desk. “And please don’t call me that.”

Thomas frowned. I expected him to say something, but instead, he followed me and took the chair across from mine.

“It’s a term of endearment. Something anyone would say to a person they cared for.”

I glared at him, knowing it wasn’t true. “You once told me that your mother said to use that term only with the woman you planned to marry. Since I’m not her, you shouldn’t refer to me that way.”

He stood, putting his hands on my desk, and leaned forward. His gaze bored into mine, making me lick my lips.

“You are her.”

What did he want from me? I couldn’t let him make me believe again.

I closed my eyes for a brief moment, remembering the freedom and pleasure I felt in his domination of my body, of my heart.

Pushing down my desires, I spoke, “No, I’m not. You want a submissive. I’m a Domme. I won’t ever submit to anyone ever again.”

He sat down with a slight smile touching his lips as if he viewed my statement as a challenge.

“What if I say, I’ll willingly submit to you?”

“Then you’re crazy. There isn’t a submissive bone in your body.”

“I’m serious, Carm.” His eyes continued boring into mine. “I want you. I never stopped.”

He’d lost his mind; that was the only explanation. Submission was one thing he couldn’t do. He enjoyed some release of control, but there had never been a time where he relinquished all of it. I ended up feeling as if he’d topped me from the bottom. He wasn’t a submissive; he wasn’t even a true switch.

I rose from my chair and folded my arms across my chest. I walked around my desk and leaned a hip against it as I glared down at Thomas. “So if I said I wanted to tie you up, to flog you, to whip you, you’d accept?”

He stood, trying to remind me that he’d always be taller than me. I shook my head inside. That was not the response of a submissive.

“We’ve done that, remember?”

Yes, then you’d flip me onto my back and fuck me until I couldn’t see straight.

“What about fingering your ass or fucking you with a strap-on? You’d submit to that?”

He swallowed but nodded. “Yes.”

“Really?” I couldn’t hide the surprise in my voice.

“Yes.” He continued to hold my gaze. “Are you willing to be my Domme?”

No matter how much I wanted to say yes, I couldn’t. Thomas was too much of a Dom to be anything else.

“I don’t believe you. You couldn’t do it.” I broke the standoff and moved back to my chair. “I don’t know why we’re discussing this. It’s not going to happen, so it’s a moot point.”

“You won’t know unless you agree.”

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