Release Day Blitz: To The Edge by Anna Del Mar
To the Edge
A Heroes at the Brink Novel
Anna del Mar
Genre: Erotic Romance
Publisher: Carina Press
Date of Publication: November 14th, 2016
Number of pages: 297 pages approx.
Word Count: 104,000
Cover Artist: Carina Press
To learn about kink, she had to learn the ropes. Yet she never expected to be so compromised she'd need rescuing. And by him. The first man she'd ever loved. The former navy SEAL who'd broken her heart.
Clara's gone wild.
Naked. Cuffed. Caged. Is this the sweet senator’s daughter I left behind?
I didn't know it was her when I rushed into that room filled with flames, but I'll never let her go again.
She’s proposed a unique way to thank me. It could bring us both to the edge of ecstasy—or to the point of no return.
Clara wants to submit. To me. Totally. Damn any limits. The very thought of it has brought me back from the dead.
But a stranger is watching from the shadows. He’s made us his fantasy. And he plays rougher than I do. Where he’s taking us now is somewhere so dark, and so dangerous, that this time it could be inescapable.
An Excerpt for Anna del Mar’s To the Edge
I’m thrilled to introduce my newest erotic romance, To the Edge. To the Edge is the story of Noah Blake and Clara Luz, a couple who stole my heart and imagination in this second chance love story. In a nutshell: To learn about kink, Clara had to learn the ropes. Yet she never expected to be so compromised she'd need rescuing. And by him. Noah Blake. The first man she'd ever loved. The former navy SEAL who'd broken her heart.
You may remember that I write stories about strong heroines struggling to find their place in the world and the brave, sexy, kickass heroes who will fight to protect them with all they’ve got. Some of my stories are romantic suspense, like The Asset and The Stranger. Some are erotic romances, like At the Brink. If you liked At the Brink, you will love To the Edge. Honestly? It is the sexiest, kinkiest, erotic romance I’ve written to date.
In this short excerpt, Clara has just asked Noah if he’s willing to be her Dom.
The darkness in Noah’s eyes was so intense that I feared I’d somehow insulted him. Not a word made it through his tight lips. His usually expressive face went blank. For a moment, I thought he might throw me over his shoulder and pitch me out the front door. I had no idea what he was thinking, feeling. Shock? Disbelief? Outrage?
Throughout our conversation, I’d been trying to figure out how he felt about me. I wasn’t sure. He’d left behind a letter. A letter. There was a chance, however small, that he’d cared for me as much as I’d cared for him, even though he was no longer prepared to admit that.
Every so often, I fathomed I saw interest in his eyes, a glimpse of the powerful connection that had once existed between us. Could he be interested in me, after all this time? And yet I also sensed wariness from him, caution that felt like rejection, determination that felt like the end.
I perched on that chair, trying to look calm even though my pulse ran so fast it was making me dizzy and the wine had soured on my tongue. I’d told myself a million times that Noah was the past. Only he wasn’t. Sitting across from him, watching the lines of his face deepening with the weight of his thoughts, making my heart skip with his every blink and my belly flutter at the smallest flicker of his mouth, he took over my present. He was everything. Just like he’d been all those years ago. I was fighting to breathe, just like I was fighting to envision a new future for myself, a future that included him— this, the way I felt right now, full with his presence—a future worth living.
I inhaled a big breath and tried to think through my emotions. It hurt me to know that Noah was trapped in his house and isolated on this island. The thought of him sitting alone in the cottage made me sick to my stomach. I couldn’t bear it. I had to do something, which was why I’d come up with my precarious plan. It was the only way I could think to hold on to Noah, to gain some time to find out if I had reason for hope, if there could be a future for us and, perhaps most importantly, if I could find a way to help him reclaim his life.
My plan would also allow me to pursue my original goal of writing for RelevantSex.com. I needed the merger and, regardless of how he felt about me, Noah would be the perfect teacher. The thought that he’d been with other women stung a little. Celibacy was an irrational expectation on my part, but kink? Now, that was a surprise—a fascinating one, but unexpected for sure.
As I sat there with my belly in knots, waiting for an answer that felt more like a life-or-death verdict, the practical implications of my proposal began to hit me. I was by no means a natural submissive, but something primal stirred in me when I glanced at Noah and remembered the way he’d trained my body for pleasure, patient but passionate, sweet but also ruthless.
The old need flared, an overpowering craving to have his cock in me. I pressed my thighs together, trying to calm the tension throbbing in my pussy. I was no longer the young innocent virgin who’d climbed into Noah’s bed. I was older, jaded, maybe even cynical. I’d been willing to play a role for the sake of the blog, but now the stakes were much higher. For Noah, I would step beyond the role. For him, I was willing to submit.
About the Author:
Amazon bestselling author Anna del Mar writes hot, smart romances that soothe the soul, challenge the mind, and satisfy the heart. Her stories are about strong heroines struggling to find their place in the world and the brave, sexy, kickass, military heroes who defy their limits to protect the women they love. She’s the author of The Asset, The Stranger, At the Brink and her newest erotic romance, To the Edge. Anna enjoys traveling, hiking, skiing, and the sea. Writing is her addiction, her drug of choice, and what she wants to do all the time. The extraordinary men and women she met during her years as a Navy wife inspire the fabulous heroes and heroines at the center of her stories. When she stays put—which doesn’t happen very often—she lives in Florida with her indulgent husband and two very opinionated cats.