Gentleman by Angelica Dawson

Harrold lives an empty life. He has no joy in his marriage, no love of his work. His only reprieve is found at the hands of the whores, the ones he pays to beat and debase him. Upon being accepted into Blue Moon House, he learns the real cost for his desires, and what underlying need is really aching to be filled.

In the third installment of her Blue Moon House series, Angelica continues to push her characters outside their comfort zones and gets right to the heart of their needs. You can find Gentleman at Naughty Nights Press, AllRomanceEbooks and Amazon. For the month of January, you can also pick up the original Blue Moon House for only $0.99.

Angelica Dawson is the author of Blue Moon House, which has been in the top ten best-selling titles at Naughty Nights Press for over six months. She has also written two short stories, “The Highest Bidder” and “Leave Taking” which were each included in anthologies.
She contributes flash fiction to several blogging collectives and excerpts from work in progress can also be found on her blog. She is active on Facebook and Twitter.
She has been writing for several years and having sex a lot longer than that. Angelica is a wife, mother and environmental consultant. Her love of plants and the outdoors is not diminished by the bloodsucking hoards – mosquitoes and black flies, not vampires.

Here is an excerpt from Gentleman. Let Angelica know what you think by leaving a comment and entering a draw for a free copy.

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“I will not stop when you cry out. I will not stop when you scream. When the pain makes you see red, cry your own name, not mine. Only then will I stop.”
Harrold pulled off his shirt, surprised, but at the same time glad to hear it. “I understand.”
“Are you looking forward to it?” she asked, moving to the wardrobe.
Harrold unfastened his trousers, sighing in relief when his erection was freed. “Hungry,” he answered, turning toward her. She held a riding crop, a replica of the one Virgil used when driving their carriage.
“On your hands and knees.”
“Yes, madam.” He knelt at her feet, exhaling on her skin before putting his hands out in front of him.
Lynn's toes, clear in front of him, moved. The crop landed on his bare ass. Harrold gritted his teeth against the pain. Lynn's hand ran behind his dangling balls, massaging them. She let go a moment before the crop landed on his other cheek. If he weren't on his knees, they would have folded. He clenched his jaw against the urge to cry out. Lynn's fingers traced the crease between his inflamed cheeks, resulting in an unfamiliar tingling.
Crack. Harrold screamed at the unexpected pain erupting over his ass. His cock throbbed and Lynn took hold of it, stroking him slowly. Harry's entire body shook, his elbows threatening to drop him on his face. Lynn stopped stroking, holding him until he stilled. When he did, she used the crop once more.
Harry fell flat to the floor, screaming at the pain. Lynn gripped his hair and pulled his head back. “Do you see red?” she asked.
Breaking out in a sweat, he pushed himself up. “No, madam.” He gasped for breath, his bottom aching and burning at the same time. Every muscle of his body was held taut in anticipation of pain.
The leather of the crop tapped his cheek, the smell making him wild. His hips rocked, seeking release.
“Good boy,” Lynn murmured
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