THE SUBMISSIVE MUSE by Tiffany N. York • Erotica • Blushing Books Publications • Released July 2017
One man’s misfortune is another man’s destiny.
Elizabeth Wolfe’s husband, John, had been everything to her—protector, provider, administer of pain. Still devastated one year after his death she decides to take her own life, but her plan is interrupted when she discovers an unconscious stranger in her barn.
Devan Carthy and John Wolfe agreed to an arrangement before he died: Devan is to seek out Elizabeth exactly one year from his death and bring joy to her life again in exchange for a sizeable sum of money. What begins as a friendship between a grieving widow and a mercurial artist blossoms into love as Devan reawakens her desire for living.
His erratic mood swings and her need for pleasure and pain threaten their relationship, but it’s John Wolfe’s hold over them that may ultimately tear them apart
She turned her back to him and began soaping up one of the wine glasses. He reached around and grabbed it from her hands, then threw it against the wall. It shattered into pieces.
She turned off the running water and faced him. “I’m going to start billing you for broken wine glasses. You broke another one the other night.”
It was true, he had. After she pulled away from their kiss, he had smashed his glass against the wall. He had also overturned John’s “sacred, off-limits” armchair in anger.
“Everything you do is my business. That was the deal.” He stood a hair’s length away, so close her perfume tickled his nose.
“We have no deal. What are you talking about?”
Shut up, Devan.
He blew out a long, slow breath in an attempt to calm himself.
“Because you take care of my horses, you think you also have a responsibility to take care of me?” Her voice quivered with emotion.
Yes, he did, but he couldn’t tell her why. ”I can tell you when you’re making a fool of yourself with a kid almost half your age.”
“Screw you.” She made a motion to leave, but he trapped her there with both his arms at her sides. “Let me go, Devan.”
He wanted her so bad he could no longer fight it. If she didn’t want him, he’d have to leave here for good, because the torture of denial was making him lose his mind.
“Tell me you want the college boy and I’ll let you go.”
She turned her face away from him. “No.”
Devan grabbed ahold of her chin and twisted it around to face him. “Look me in the eyes and tell me you want him, and not me.” Her eyes flashed with frustration while she stubbornly pressed her lips together. She attempted to flee again, but he held her by the shoulders. Her angry breaths flooded his face as she squirmed to get away. “Why are you fighting it? Isn’t it obvious you want me as much as I want you?”