Wednesday, August 13, 2014

In Kathy Kulig's guest blog last Wednesday discussing Professional Dommes (read it here), we promised you a hot excerpt from RED TAPE. Here it is. Many thanks to Kathy for allowing me to share this terrific read with you.


Excerpt from RED TAPE

by Kathy Kulig ©2014



       Footsteps approached down the hall. “Shit, too late,” he said as he closed the inside door. The room swallowed them in utter blackness. Zoe held up her cell phone for light. Jason flicked on a penlight.

        “Which way?”

       “In here,” he ordered. He grabbed her arm and shoved her into a small storage closet, then closed the door. Her cell buzzed. “Phone off.”

       Zoe glanced at her phone and let out a sigh as she turned it off. “Thank God.”

       “What?” Jason asked.

       “It’s Damien.” Zoe let out a breath. She hated when her brother was late, even when he was beating the crap out of her in the Words With Friends game.

       Jason’s expression softened. “Iran?”

       She nodded, her eyes adjusting to the dim lighting.

       “Turn it off. Now.”

       “Okay. What’s happening?” As much as she wanted to be angry at him, her stomach fluttered with excitement and her sex throbbed. He always managed to turn her on, especially when they were in danger. He smelled so good, too. A new shampoo, body wash? Whatever it was, it made her remember so many scorching-hot nights, breathless from hours of fucking. She wanted him again, wanted him now.

       He took the phone, made sure it was off and stuffed it in his pocket. His penlight was still on. “Now listen to me. We cannot leave this closet or make a sound until it’s over, under any circumstances. Do you understand?” His frown grew fierce and his eyes wild.

       “Yes.”

       He cupped her chin with his hand. His mouth was close to hers as he whispered, “I’m sorry, Zoe. I should’ve called, should’ve explained.” He squeezed his eyes closed then looked at her again. “Please, trust me.”

       “Trust you? But I don’t know what the hell is going on.”

       “Zoe, please.”

       She knew that tone, knew him well enough not to argue. Trust wasn’t always easy for her.

       “No sound.” He turned off the penlight.

       She leaned against the wall, listening. A rush of adrenaline surged through her. The sound of her heartbeat pounded in her ears. Like old times on a mission together. The doorknob to the room rattled. Then the door squeaked open, and a sharp click of the light switch sent a shudder of excitement through her. The sound of people entered the room. Zoe tried to estimate the number. At least three, maybe more. Women and men by the voices and heeled shoes. She gasped but only a whisper. He placed a hand over her mouth, and she nodded. She held her breath.

       “Anything you need before the room is sealed?” a male’s voice asked.

       “No, we’re good. Seal it.” Was that the first lady? Slowly, Zoe’s eyes adjusted to the darkness, and a sliver of light appeared beneath the door. Another sliver of light cut through the door and frame where the old wood had warped. Angling her head just so, she squinted through the crack, trying to get a fix on the outside room. As they moved around, four people came into view, two men and two women.

       Good God, one woman wore leather fetish wear—a corset, thigh-high boots and stockings. And the other with blond hair wore a black scholar robe. Beneath the robe she wore five-inch heels. Their faces were covered with elaborately decorated Mardi Gras masks. Two men were also present. One young guy with a muscular build was dressed in a black T-shirt, tight pants and wore a leather face mask. Between the robes and the guy all in black, the scene had a Gothic, macabre feel. What kind of rendezvous was this?

       The older man wore business clothes. He was the only one without a mask. When he turned, Zoe thought he looked familiar. He was a small man, middle-aged and not very attractive. By his smile, he appeared to be enjoying the encounter. Zoe studied the furnishings now that the room was lit. Shit. This wasn’t an interrogation room. It was a kinky-sex dungeon.

       Under normal circumstances she’d have been laughing. This wasn’t funny. This was the White House.


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RED TAPE – Book one in The FLC series- a erotic BDSM thriller by Kathy Kulig- Available August 5th at most retailers.

Blurb: When ex-CIA agents, Zoe and Jason, agree to put their damaged pasts behind them to manipulate a sadistic leader, Jason must train his ex-lover for her role as a submissive in a dangerous BDSM sex tape project. But the bondage aspect of the plan takes their relationship on an emotional and sensual ride mixed with heartache, second chances and love. Life unravels when their target discovers the plan and devises one of his own. And it appears Zoe has betrayed Jason and her country. Can he protect the woman he can’t live without from one of the deadliest enemies?
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4 comments:

  1. OMG! Such a HAWT excerpt! Super congrats on your release, Kathy. Best of luck with your sales... ;)

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  2. Thank you Lynda! Glad you enjoyed it. Appreciate the good wishes.
    Thanks so much Cris for having me as a guest.

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  3. You are always welcome on my blog, Kathy. I love your writing!

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  4. Sounds like a winner! Hopefully they can get out of the closet without getting caught!

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