Thursday, 8 November 2018

My new release: Fear's Whisper

Fear's Whisper
Club Risque' Book 2

Poppy Flynn




Buy it here:

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

https://www.amazon.co.uk/gp/product/B07JYQJDJT

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


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Excerpt:

…she was wondering if her knees would ever be the same again. 
She and the rest of the trainee subs had been practicing basic positions, and the foremost of those had been kneeling—kneeling with her back straight and knees apart, with her raised palms resting on her thighs, kneeling with her knees together and her wrists crossed behind her back, kneeling while bent forwards with her forehead pressed to the ground. Standing from kneeling positions, kneeling from standing positions. 
Thank the goddesses she had been allowed to take her shoes off and that Micah had been there to help her. Eventually, she was assured, she'd be able to manage all of them easily and unassisted. 
Right now, Charlotte was absolutely certain she knew what a piece of origami felt like. She was that origami. People origami. She knew it was possible. She'd lived it! 
Desi had once joked to her about a girl at her company who had bent herself up into what Desi had titled the 'human pretzel position' while trying to show off her assets to the Blackwood cousins. Yeah, Charlotte was pretty sure that girl had probably taken some pointers from this place. They definitely knew all about human pretzels. 
She'd also been given a whole bunch of stretching exercises to practice, twice a day, which apparently would help gain the suppleness and grace required to achieve the necessary precision. 
Charlotte reckoned she could probably cancel her gym membership if this panned out, 'cause she sure as heck wasn't going to need it! Already, her legs felt like overcooked noodles and she just knew her muscles were going to ache like crazy, tomorrow, and probably for longer than that. Jeez, she was glutton for punishment, and this wasn't exactly the kind she'd had in mind when she undertook this challenge. She was aching and sweaty and, so far, for all the wrong reasons, quite frankly! 
When Micah helped her up for the last time that evening, Charlotte only hoped she could manage to leave the building without looking like she was obviously bandy legged and hobbling as if she was doing an impression of a saddle-sore John Wayne trying to walk through quicksand. The thought of a nice hot bubble bath had never held more appeal. 
The following week, she dressed in shiny lycra boy shorts and a comfortable cropped vest top. Sod looking fancy, tonight, she was definitely aiming for comfortable. She just knew they were going to have to demonstrate all those damn kneeling positions again, and she had stretched and practiced, religiously, every single day, in an effort not to look like a complete dork. Of course, she had to use the back of a chair to manage the ups and downs, but hopefully, assistance would still be acceptable at this early stage…and no shoes. She was pretty sure it was impossible with heels, anyway! 
And demonstrate, they did. Charlotte breathed a sigh of relief that all her preparations had paid off to some extent. Micah seemed to think so, at least, and he was effusive in his praise. 
"Excellent job, Cha-Cha!" He grinned as she attempted her first solo kneel from a standing position and even managed it with a certain amount of grace. 
Charlotte felt like a little girl who had just been rewarded with a lollipop, especially when a couple of the other trainees gave her a little clap. 
"You're obviously a natural," Micah enthused. 
Ha! Natural, my ass, Charlotte thought. It was pure hard-work that had gotten her this far, though she chose not to correct the misconception.






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