WEAKENED
Book One, Manhattan Bound
Series
By Juliet Braddock
The glittering skyline of New York City provides the perfect
backdrop for romance and high drama as a young woman meanders her way through
the concrete maze of Manhattan in
WEAKENED, the new erotic
romance novel from Juliet Braddock.
Blinded by the lights of Broadway, budding theatrical
publicist Maxine Kirk stumbles into the arms of her beloved teenage crush,
unleashing desires that she never imagined with one soul-obliterating kiss in
the rain against the dazzling backdrop of the New York skyline.
Enter Drew McKenzie, a rising star on the Great White Way
with dashing looks and talent to match. Heir to a long line of luxury
department store moguls, he possesses the social prominence and charisma to
land him the top slot on old Manhattan Society’s most desirable bachelor list.
Instantly, Maxine finds herself lured into Drew’s high
society world only to uncover a complicated man beneath the glitz and glamour
of his public persona. As soon as the curtain falls, Drew sheds his stage
costume to reveal a daring Dominant side.
When Drew challenges her to explore his unconventional sense
of passion for a week—leaving her with the option to walk away after seven
nights—Maxine ponders the consequences of his proposal.
Titillated by his proposition, Maxine clamors to discover a
surreptitious and possibly perilous world with Drew, all the while questioning
her own preconceived notions on romance.
Secrets surface, revealing haunting truths that test both
Maxine and Drew of their own intentions. But in this high-stakes game of
trust, only the strongest survive.
From the neon lights of Times Square to the lush fields of
Central Park, with great attention paid to the extravagances he can afford her,
Drew entices Maxine with his prowess, tempting her into a brand of romance like
none other.
However, as Maxine journeys to discover her heart’s darker
desires, she wonders if Drew himself will decide to pursue their affair—all the
while acquiescing to his pleasures as he leaves her weakened….
DISCLOSURE: This book is intended for mature audiences
(18+) and contains graphic depictions of consensual sexual situations.
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Excerpt
“I have to issue a punishment this evening.”
Mouth dangling, ready to protest, Maxine could only stammer,
“Y-you said you wouldn't...you'd work up to the...pain...”
“Did I say anything about pain this evening?” he asked. “I
wouldn't even dare to think of implementing any of the standard consequences
yet. It's not going to hurt you—physically—in the slightest, little one. But I
do guarantee, it's going to be uncomfortable before you have your pleasure
tonight.”
Maxine had no clue as to what Drew had in store, and
although she yearned to find out, she quietly commanded herself to remain
unruffled.
“Now Maxine, before we delve deeper, we do have some major
insubordinations to address.” Thoughtfully, he tapped his index finger
against his chin. “Want to guess one of them?”
Just for sport—and to shatter her already weakening
faculties—he traced the underside of her breast. Shoulders slumping, she
sighed.
“Oh, for crissakes, Maxine, have I not already warned
you?” He took a step back to shake his head in dismay. “Posture. Mind it.
At all times.”
“But you…when you touch my boob…it…”
“Oh, little darling one, I know damn well what happens when
I touch your boob,” he said and clasped his hands behind his back. With that,
he leaned back just a bit, enhancing the outline of his erection against his
rather tight khakis.
Fucking tease, Maxine thought to
herself as she popped her shoulders back again to embody a more rigid stance.
However, it was her own damn boobs that were getting her into trouble.
Again! If only he hadn't pinched her nipple over their
(what became disrupted) dinner, she might have mustered some stamina. However,
his constant taunting only left her fighting with herself to restrain that
ache—that fullness—weighting her tiny silken bra.
“Getting back to the focal point of our conversation here,
it’s apparent that you need some shaming here…”
“Shaming?”
With the full bravura of a pet parent who just caught Puppy
doing something so very naughty, he questioned, “What did you do?”
“What did I do?” she muttered to herself, scrambling to
think back upon their week. She’d tried so hard to remember her indiscretions,
but her mind suddenly drew a big, hulking blank!
Fuckballs.
“You were very bad this week, Maxine,” he said as if she
needed a reminder. “Last Saturday morning, I recall that you were so very
impatient with me…”
“Oh, yeah!” she called out suddenly with a pompous grin.
“I...went after…your cock …”
Lifting his cool blue eyes toward the ceiling, he pursed his
lips in frustration. Little did she seem to understand that his petulance
stemmed from her potty mouth and not directly from her misbehaving ways. She
was so damn cute when she tried to be brash, but Maxine didn’t realize how she
turned him on with her words. How he fucking needed her.
“I'm waiting,” he said with a cough. “And I can wait all
night...”
Swallowing the lump in her throat, she added, “Sir.”
“Trying to remind myself that you're a mere novice…” he
said, mocking frustration with himself. How he loved to watch his sweet and
precious Maxine caving into her desires of the unknown.
He rubbed the slight stubble on his chin and minded her
thoughtfully. Just to establish her agreement to submit, he had to push her a
little—if not goad her—in order to seek their culmination of reward.
“Any idea what else you’ve done this week, Maxine?”
Uh-oh. Now she was at a true loss for words and thought.
“No, Kind Sir…” She hoped her sweet plea would ease
his consternation.
“Remember when you did this?”
Drew stretched his tongue to a point and traced the entire circle of his mouth.
“Recall that?”
“Mmm-hmm, Sir…”
“That’s temptation like none other, Maxine—and I shall not
be seduced in that manner.”
“But I was…I wanted to…it was
flattering…” she attempted—in desperation—to explain.
“Wanted to…”
“Just say it!” he ordered. “Say it!”
“I wanted to suck your cock, Sir…”
“Yes, you did,” he nodded with approval. “And did I deem you
worthy to do so just yet?”
Sulking again, she shook her head. True to his word,
he was indeed making her feel quite uncomfortable. “No, Sir…”
“Have you even done that before?”
“Are you kidd—” However, Maxine stopped herself and
retreated quickly to her submission. “No, Sir, I have not.”
At that moment, it was Drew’s mind that reeled. He’d
be her first blow job—her first. Oh, just to feel
those sweet little lips surrounding him…
Snap the fuck out of it, Mack, he commanded
himself.
“And what else?”
As Maxine scrambled to replay every single moment of their
week together, her mouth dropped. She came up empty, and she pondered the
consequences of her honest response when she admitted, “I, um...I honestly
don't know, Sir.”
“You were a minute late in your research homework,” he
admonished. “That's three strikes. You're out, Maxine.”
“But I…”
“Want to try for four? You touched yourself in your
sleep. How about five? Don’t think that Lou didn’t tell me all about how
you tried to coax my plans out of him the other night…” he rambled on. “I'm
sure we can go for six here if I give you another minute...”
Her lips unfurled into a frown, and she pondered what her
punishment might entail. While trepidation still held her in its grip, Maxine
grew increasingly curious as to what Drew had in store.
“Come closer, Maxine,” he said, wrapping his arm around her
waist and turning her toward the window in one fluid swoop. He pointed to the
delicatessen across the street. “You see the little grocery on the corner?”
“Mmmhmm,” she answered, only to feel the pinch of Drew’s
fingers on her backside before she corrected herself. “Yes, Sir.”
“You said they deliver?” he casually asked.
“Yes, Sir, they do.”
“So,” he sighed, “you know them
personally?”
“I know the delivery guy,” she said, digging her heels into
the plush carpet. “Sir...”
“Even better yet...” Framing her face with those
skillful hands, he held her completely still to look deep into the fear rising
in her big green eyes. “If you want to continue with our relationship, Maxine,
you must first learn to obey.”
“I know, Sir,” she said, swaying her hips as he held her.
“And I'll try my best...”
“Good girl,” he praised. “Now I'm just going to make an
assumption that you're not on birth control. Am I right?”
She shook her head quickly. “No, Sir...I'm not...”
“Well, we have to take care of that if we're going to make
love tonight, don't we, little one?”
“Yes...yes, Sir...”
“What I need you to do right now is very important,” Drew
said, circling his hand over her lower back, round and round—dizzying her with
arousal. “You’re going to call that number on the awning, and you’re going to
ask them to deliver a package of condoms. And then you’re going to answer the
door.”
Mortified, Maxine took a step back within the circle of his
arm, only to realize that she was trapped between him and the radiator.
“Drew! I...”
“Here’s my phone. You have sixty seconds to finish your
call.”
Only
in New York, Maxine thought. Only in New Fucking
York.
Author Bio
Juliet Braddock’s first efforts in creative writing came
long before she learned to put crayon to paper. In fact, she began spinning
stories in her head nearly as soon as she could form complete sentences.
As long as she can remember, she’d always created sagas about imaginary
friends, family members and pop culture icons, and kept everyone around her
entertained with her witty—but often very tall—tales.
For her sixth Christmas, Juliet’s mother got her a child’s
typewriter to preserve all of those creative thoughts filling her head, but she
quickly switched to ball point pens and notebooks when the ribbon ran dry.
Most of Juliet’s early attempts at writing romance focused
on members of Duran Duran and Spandau Ballet or young leading men on
Broadway. However, as she matured as a writer, she decided that it was
just as much fun to create her own romantic heroes and heroines.
At an early age, she also developed a love for big cities,
and the tallest of skyscrapers were never high enough for her. Juliet’s
wanderlust would eventually lure her to New York, a city she often visited
during her formative years, and her love affair with Manhattan began.
She’d promised herself that one day she would return for good.
Juliet’s passion for writing and for big cities converged,
and after graduating with a degree in Journalism, she decided to set out on a
journey to find her heart…just where she’d left it.
A week after her college graduation, Juliet made the big
move from a small town to New York City, where she has made her home ever
since.
In between building a career in communications and writing
on the side, she’s indulged in international travel, theater and art. A
wine and food buff, she’s by no means a connoisseur, but she can give a few
good restaurant recommendations if you’re in the city.
“There’s something so inspiring about living in a city like
New York that’s so rich in culture and so very vibrant. Every neighborhood has
its own story to tell,” Juliet says. “I often do my best plotting on the
subway, just observing the lives unfolding around me. New York truly has
a billion stories nestled between the skyscrapers.”
A proud Manhattanite, Juliet couldn’t live anywhere
else—except for Paris, perhaps—and is a gushing cat-mom to a Russian Blue mix
who was rescued as a kitten from the streets of Brooklyn.
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