My Special Guest – Poppy Flynn

I have another fabulous guest on my blog today and she has a tasty, new release. Poppy lives in rural Wales, where she pens wicked and delicious stories with Blushing Books. Let’s take a peek at her latest release.

FEAR’S WHISPER – CLUB RISQUE 2

SYNOPSIS

Charlotte Chapman and Jake Blackwood keep getting thrown together. After twelve years of crushing on the hot businessman she first met as a student at University, Charlotte is more than prepared to see how things progress, but Jake keeps getting cold feet.Fear's whisper

When he walks away for the second time, Charlotte decides to explore the BDSM lifestyle that he keeps throwing up as a barrier. But because of a terrible past experience, Jake misinterprets travel journalist Charlotte’s interest and believes she is out to scoop a news story at the expense of him and his newly acquired club.

Can she convince him of the truth or will this be the end of what was beginning to be a beautiful relationship at last?

EXCERPT

Jake had crawled back into bed, tired and irritable, at five on Sunday morning, muttering and cursing, and had woken up later that morning with dark shadows under his eyes, an almost fixed frown marring his usually relaxed features and his normally cheerful temperament sadly absent.

Charlotte took it all in her stride. It was good to know all the facets of the person you were becoming involved with. Nevertheless, she couldn’t deny her disappointment at his stark refusal to play, either at home or at the club, saying he wasn’t in the right frame of mind and didn’t want to risk her wellbeing by scening when he was angry.

Privately, Charlotte thought he was being more than just a little bit melodramatic. If there was anything that Jake could truly benefit from at that moment, then it was a mindblowing release to relieve his tension and lighten his irritation.

Racking her brain over the conventions and the nuances of D/s relationships, Charlotte came to the conclusion that if one of her roles as a sub was to serve then—albeit her own interpretation—she should take it upon herself to ease his troubles.

After plying him with a delicious home cooked meal and a glass of red wine, she’d sent him off for a shower then waylaid him when he’d finished and insisted on massaging his tight, knotted shoulders and neck.

Satisfaction had energised her as she felt him relax and unwind, his muscles yielding and loosening beneath her busy fingers. Finally, with the scent of sandalwood and vanilla teasing the air from the oil she’d used, Charlotte cajoled him to lie on his back under the pretext of giving him a foot rub.

In truth, her efforts in that department were rather half-hearted, her attention diverted instead to the growing bulge in the underwear he’d insisted on wearing—stupid man, like that was going to stop her!

She held back as long as she could, but as she watched the soft jersey of his boxers tent in an effort to contain his erection, she found her mouth-watering in anticipation.

Jake lay, seemingly relaxed, with his eyes closed despite the obvious rigidity in certain parts of his anatomy. After licking her lips for maybe the fifth time, Charlotte could restrain herself no longer. In one swift movement, she surged forward, dragged away the offensive covering, grasped his balls in her oil slicked fingers and sucked his cock into her hot, wet mouth, gobbling him down till the tip hit the back of her throat. When Jake bucked involuntarily, a harsh groan wrenching from deep within as he instinctively ploughed his fingers into her hair, fisting it tightly in a move that had her moaning around his sensitive flesh and causing him to exhale loudly while a shudder ripped through his leanly muscled frame as the vibrations titillated his senses.

He leaned up on his elbows and looked down to where his rock-hard shaft disappeared behind her soft pink lips, the visual alone almost enough to send him over the edge.

“You know this is topping from the bottom, don’t you?” he demanded roughly once he’d regained a fragment of composure.

Charlotte looked up the length of his smoothly sculpted chest, slowly lifting her head until his dick left her mouth with a defined pop.

“Do you want me to stop?” she asked with wide eyed innocence.

Jake sagged back on the bed, his chest quaking with the low chuckle that rumbled through him, and Charlotte privately thrilled at her success in lifting his wretched spirits.

“Suck me good, wench!” Jake demanded instead, and she hid a secret smile as she did just that and felt a warmth in her chest at having lightened his mood, which had nothing at all to

do with sex.

BIO

Poppy Flynn was born in Buckinghamshire, UK and moved to Wales at eight years old with parents who wanted to live the ‘self-sufficiency’ lifestyle.

Today she still lives in rural Wales and is married with six children.

Poppy’s love of reading and writing stemmed from her parents’ encouragement and the fact that they didn’t have a television in the house.

“When you’re surrounded by fields, cows and sheep, no neighbours, no TV and the closest tiny village is four miles away, there’s a certain limit to your options, but with books your adventures and your horizons are endless.”

WHERE TO FIND HER

amazon.com/author/poppyflynnsaucyauthor

https://poppyflynnbooks.blogspot.com/

https://www.facebook.com/poppy.flynn.355

https://www.facebook.com/clubrisque1/

https://www.instagram.com/poppyflynnbooks/

https://twitter.com/PoppyFlynn1

PURCHASE LINKS

https://www.amazon.com/Fears-Whisper-Club-Risque-Book-ebook/dp/B07JYQJDJT/

https://www.amazon.co.uk/Fools-Desire-Poppy-Flynn-ebook/dp/B07G8NDN2B/ 

https://blushingbooks.com/index.php?l=product_detail&p=4897

 Thank you so much for being here!

Kisses…

Piper

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