Please all welcome Rebekah Weatherspoon to the blog! She’s here to promote her latest release, FIT!
A Blurb for FIT
Violet Ryan loves the delicious food she gets to eat on the reality shows she produces for The Food Channel. What she hates is her expanding waistline. Determined to drop the pounds, Violet hatches a plan to kick start a fitness regimen. But when her determination isn’t enough to get her through even one intense group class without breaking down into tears, she knows she needs a new approach and possibly a new trainer—one with a lighter touch.
Grant Gibson has always managed to mix business with pleasure, but now this trainer by day, and Dominant by night, is bored. Bored and lonely. Even though he owns one of L.A.’s hottest private gyms, his personal life is sorely lacking. After his last submissive tried to kidnap his dog and the contents of his bank account, he’s in no hurry to take a new lover under his wing. Not until the voluptuous Violet falls into his lap.
She may be wary of his unorthodox approach of using sexual gratification as a reward, but even before her initial weigh-in Violet can’t seem to stay away from the sexy fitness god. She may have to let Grant show her there’s more than one way to get in shape…
“Grant Gibson,” he said.
Violet Ryan’s sweet voice answered back. “Are you a chubby chaser? Like do you just screw fat women as some sort of fetish? Does banging big girls stroke your ego?”
“No.” Grant laughed. “It’s nothing like that.”
“Do you have yellow fever? Do you only date Asian women? Should I tell you now that I’m Chinese, not Korean or Japanese, lest it screw up some weird nationalist streak you have going?”
Grant’s laugh was pretty manic this time. “Whoa. No. And what kind of guys have you been dating?”
“I haven’t been dating those guys. I just know those guys are out there. Anyway, you gotta tell me what gives. That was… Yeah, I don’t know what the hell that was. I want you to train me, but you have to help me out here. Explain.”
Grant couldn’t believe she’d called. Pleased that she was even willing to speak with him, he dropped the Don Juan act and told her the truth. “I find you very attractive and I thought we clicked on another level. I can handle being wrong but, no, I don’t chubby chase. I’m not an Asian fetishist. My last girlfriend was Greek. This, what I proposed, is all about you and the fact that I genuinely like what I know about you so far.”
“Have you done this with your clients before?”
“Yes. Three times. Twice it was mutually causal, just bondage and submission, and once it got serious and turned into a long term, exclusive relationship.”
“Why did it end?”
“You’re digging right in there, aren’t you?”
“Uh, yeah. Three seconds after I meet you, you basically suggest we should bang while I’m trying to lose weight. I think I’m allowed to ask some questions, so spill it, buster. Why did it end?”
“She was a thief.”
“What?” Violet had every right to snicker. It had been Grant’s same reaction when he first found out the truth about Ariana.
“She liked to steal. Money, clothing. She maxed out two of my credit cards and then, when I broke up with her, she tried to take my dog as a parting gift.” Max whimpered beside him, as if he were recalling the trauma of that fateful autumn night.
“She tried to steal your dog?”
“Yeah. Tried to take his doggy bowl and his toys too.”
“What kind of dog is it?”
“Rottweiler. His name is Max. He’s still a big puppy.”
“Cute. I like dogs. My landlord won’t allow them and I work too much to really take care of one, but I like them.” This is good, Grant thought. Let’s talk more about dogs and less about me being a complete dickhead.
“So, did you just approach the others all forward? Or did you at least wait until the second session?” Grant didn’t really know where she was going with this. At first she sounded angry and offended, but now she sounded interested. A little intrigued.
“It just happened. Well, one woman knew about me. She’d heard about my extracurricular interests through a friend, so she brought it up herself. But the other two, it just happened.”
“So what about me? Why didn’t I get that chance to ease into it? Test where the chemistry could go between us. Do I look that desperate?”
“No. It’s me. I’m the desperate one.”
“Oh, that sounds great.”
“No! No! That’s not what I meant. I think you’re beautiful, Violet. You’re funny as hell. I should have just told you that, but I’ve never had an adult relationship that didn’t involve my kinks in some way. I just got a little ahead of myself. I’m sorry.”
Violet was quiet for a long time, a really long time when you’re on the phone. He almost asked if she was still there, but he could hear her quietly mumbling to herself. Was she actually reconsidering?
“I’ve never done anything like that before. I’ve read about it and I’ve seen porn, but my sex life has been relatively tame.”
Grant tried his most soothing tone. “It’s not all about whips and chains.”
Violet responded in kind, her voice softening almost to a bashful level. “I know.”
“Do you have a boyfriend?” Grant asked. He didn’t see a hint of one online, but he should have asked before.
“Polite of you to ask. Now. No, I’m not with anyone. My last boyfriend and I broke up two years ago. He wanted to get married and have kids right away, but I wasn’t ready.” She paused again, her voice taking on that hesitant, almost innocent tone. Grant nearly groaned. She would make an excellent submissive. “Are you seeing anyone else?” she asked. “Are you banging anyone else, I mean? I know this is Hollywood or whatever, but I believe in monogamy, even if it’s casual. If you’re screwing all of your clients, we’ll have to keep this thing between us to strictly sit ups.”
“I’m not seeing anyone, Violet. Sexually or otherwise.”
“I need to work out early in the morning, like six, so I can knock it out before I go to work. Does that work for you? I don’t know what your schedule is like.”
“Six a.m. works just fine.”
“Can we start tomorrow?”
“Tomorrow would be great. We can meet at the gym.”
“Great. Sounds great. Do I need to wear leather panties under my sweats?”
“No. No leather anything. You just need to show up and I’ll handle the rest.”
“I’m sure you will.” Violet sounded annoyed, but resigned. Grant didn’t know how to take her mood. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Night. Oh, and Grant?”
“I’m not a big fan of being tied up, but I could be persuaded to try some spanking. Maybe a little light paddling.”
Before Grant could respond, Violet hung up.
Here’s the info on the giveaway!
Prize: An e-book of FIT (#1 in the Fit Trilogy), to up to three 3 winners. 1 winner will also receive an early copy of TAMED (#2 in the FIT Trilogy) out September 2, 2014.
Eligibility: You must be a subscriber to the RNIC newsletter.
How to enter: Leave a comment.
Deadline: Contest ends Friday August 15 at 11:59 pm EST
Note: By participating in this contest, the winner has given permission to RNIC to share his/her name and email address with the person conducting the contest so they can forward the prize(s). Prize open to U.S. and international entrants.
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Laurel Cremant is an opinionated author and reader of romance with a wicked sense of humor. RNIC was smart (or crazy) to bring her on as a blogger. In 2016 she took over the management of this site and relishes her new title of “Overlord of Awesome”