Monday, June 25, 2018

Blog Tour & Chapter Reveal for Conviction by Jane Henry!

Title: Conviction     
Series: NYC Doms #3 
Author: Jane Henry
Genre: Romantic Suspense  
Release Date: June 22, 2018

Braxton Cannon can’t get the girl on the dance floor out of his mind, the woman he literally swept off her feet and into Club Verge. 

She’s no submissive, but he can’t help but admire her ferocity, even as he yearns to take her over his lap and teach her manners. He’s determined to keep her safe if he has to lock her up himself.

Officer Zoe Mackay can handle herself. But when she learns information that puts her life at risk, she’s forced to seek the assistance of a private investigator. 

Little does she know the man she hires is none other than Braxton Cannon, the high-handed dominant who gave her the hottest one-night stand of her life. 

With her assailants in hot pursuit, Zoe is forced to seek refuge in Club Verge, where she finds way more than she’s bargained for…

There comes a point in any combat scenario where you know you’re losing. You know your only chance of overcoming your opponent is gone.  

In a staged scenario, like the training sessions at the academy, you might get hit a few times but admitting defeat will usually end the session, unless you’re at the mercy of an asshole who has a bone to pick with you. 

In a real life situation, you know you’re going down. It’s rare that someone will actually take a fight to the death. Even the most hardened criminals often have trouble pulling the trigger, finishing the job.  

Most of the time it just means you’re getting a beating. Fuck it. I have no idea what Brax will do. All I know is he restrained me once and that didn’t end up so well for him, so the likelihood of him upping his game is pretty damn strong.  

He’s gonna win this one. There’s no denying that, But I’m not going down without a fight. - I struggle and try to push away, but I find that he’s taking a weird position. He’s like kneeling or something instead of trying to pin me down again.  

He lifts me straight up in the air like I’m a rag doll, and hauls me straight across his knees. It takes me a second to register the position I’m in before his palm smacks against my ass.  

I don’t even react at first, I’m so shocked at what he’s doing. I’ve been wrestled and beaten and subdued. But hell. No one’s ever… spanked me before. 

What the fuck! I protest, as a second vicious smack of his palm on my ass pushes the breath right out of me. What the hell are you doing? 

He doesn’t say anything. He just sorta shifts his position so that now my head is lower on the floor and my ass is higher up in the air, giving him what I’d imagine is a very clear target. 

Brax! In silence, he pins me down and gives me two, three, four wicked spanks. This feels weird. I’m not sure what to do.  

It hurts, I can’t deny it, and I would have expected I’d feel like a kid or something, being spanked like this. He spanks me again, and again, and I can’t even fight him now. 

I’ve tried that and it got me nowhere. I’ve got to try another tactic. I’m sorry! I manage to squeak out in between whacks of his brutal palm. Ok, I’m sorry! 

He pauses and rests his hand on my scorched ass. He’s heaving with the effort of restraining and spanking me, and for a moment the only sound in the kitchen is both of us panting. 

Seriously. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that, I say. Weirdly, the desire to beat the shit out of him is now gone, and I have to admit I’m actually feeling pretty subdued. What the hell happened there? Please let me up and we can talk. 

 To my surprise, I feel his hand fisting at the nape of my neck, my hair all tangled up in his fingers. He pulls my head back and his mouth is at my ear.  

Warm breath tickles my skin, but it’s what he says that makes me tingle. You ever fucking pull something like that again, you’ll lose your pants and I’ll spank your bare ass. You understand me? 

 ©Jane Henry 2018

Chapter One  

Braxton I’m pretty sure it’s a total dickhead move to mentally undress the woman on the dance floor in front of me, but, you know, love is in the air and all that shit, so I don’t much care. 

I came here to toast the happy couple who, like smart people, went and eloped months ago. Their friends were a little miffed they didn’t get a chance to celebrate, so once spring came Zack and Bea announced they were having a reception. 

I’m always game for something that involves free food and liberal amounts of beer, so here I am, even dressed in a fucking suit which hasn’t happened since… ok, ever. 

But Jesus, this woman’s gorgeous, and likely young enough to make even looking at her illegal, but who’s gonna stop me? She’s got a dancer’s blood in her veins or something, because this girl has moves.  

As the music pumps through speakers so loudly I feel it in my bones, her hips grind in time to the beat, and it’s fucking beautiful. I’m half in awe of her energy, unable to take my eyes off her.  

Though she’s all round curves—petite but voluptuous, her creamy shoulders bare, the sleeveless short dress she’s wearing clearly being held up my magic—she’s got edges, too. I can tell just looking at her there’s a ferocity that fuels her. 

On her right shoulder she’s got a tattoo of a bird in flight. While I watch her dance, I fantasize about sinking my teeth into that tattoo, then smacking my hand against her curvy, gorgeous ass. 

She shakes her head, the thick locks of chestnut-colored hair loosening, little tendrils clinging to her damp forehead as she gets down to the music. The beat gyrates around me as she wiggles her hips, her feet moving in time to the crazy-ass beat. 

Hey, Brax, have you seen Diana?” My friend Tobias comes up to me and taps my beer bottle with his. Diana, his wife and Beatrice’s best friend, toasted the happy couple, but I haven’t seen her since.  

No, man, I say, shaking my head. I take another swig of my beer, then watch the girl in front of me as she snags one of her friends around the waist and they dance together. Christ.  

One was bad enough. Two of them dancing together? I’ll leave this place with fucking blue balls. Get it out of your head, man, Tobias says. Can’t get your eyes off Zoe? That won’t end well for you. 

Don’t even entertain the thought. Tobias is technically my boss, but also my friend, and though I trust his judgment, I don’t hear warning in his tone but a dare.  

Yeah? I ask, watching her even more intently now. Braxton, he says warningly. What? Dude, you can’t just say ‘stop looking at the most gorgeous woman in this room and forget about her’ and expect me be all, ‘yeah, sounds right, whatever you say.’ 

 Did you forget who I am? Tobias sobers then. He leans against the bar, crossing his arms on his chest, and fixes me with a serious look. His dark brown eyes, shadowed by a shock of dark brown hair that falls on his forehead, darken.  

That’s one of Zack’s best friends, and she’s an officer with the NYPD. She’s easily ten years younger than you, and I don’t know much, but I know that girl has got a shit ton of baggage. 

Who doesn’t? The idea of that woman kicking the crap out of someone makes her that much more attractive to me. And Jesus. Baggage? That doesn’t dissuade me. I live in fucking New York City.  

There’s no such thing as a New Yorker without baggage. Hell, I’m a classic example. I sold my auto body shop this past winter when a friend offered me a job that paid a hell of a lot more than I was currently earning.  

I’m a full time Dungeon Monitor at Tobias’s club, Verge, and I make good money there. Picking up some private work on the side has supplemented my income, and hell I need it, because Devin does, and child support doesn’t go on sale.  

The thought of my six-year-old daughter almost sobers me, then the music shifts and Zoe’s back at it again. Everyone’s got baggage, man, I say to Tobias. You know I’m no exception. 

He shakes his head. Brax, there’s baggage and then there’s baggage. She’s beautiful, but she doesn’t know shit about the lifestyle, and if you touch a hair on her head, Beatrice or Zack, or possibly even both of them, will kick your ass. 

They’ve gotten tight. Beatrice is like five foot nothing and now married to the sternest Dom in all of Verge. That’s supposed to scare me? I know Zack won’t care. 

Fuck, Tobias says, watching me with narrowed eyes as I finish my beer and plunk the empty on the counter. Don’t say I didn’t warn you. I grin at him. “Challenge accepted.  

 ©Jane Henry 2018

Hot as hell and full of heart, Conviction stands ready to take you prisoner. If you love not so submissive submissives, and the dominants who are capable of handling them, you'll love Brax and Zoe. ~USA Today bestselling author Loki Renard

Once again Jane Henry give us action, personal struggles/triumph, love and a whole lotta kink. ~ Goodreads reviewer

Sexy, smart BDSM. This book belongs on every BDSM reader's bookshelf. ~Goodreads reviewer

Exciting and intense! The BDSM world gets hotter with Conviction. Jane Henry...had me glued to each yummy page!! ~ Crystal's Book World

USA Today bestselling author Jane Henry pens stern but loving alpha heroes, feisty heroines, and emotion-driven happily-ever-afters. She writes what she loves to read: kink with a tender touch. Jane is a hopeless romantic who lives on the East Coast.

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