The Submissive Muse

Well, I was all set to tell you how excited I was to announce the release of my BDSM erotic romance, The Submissive Muse, which should have been out yesterday. However, Amazon is treating me like a side chick and not giving me the attention I deserve. Seems Amazon has a bunch of other side chicks, too, much to my dismay, and can't squeeze us all in at the same time.

So, I wait...and wait...hoping Amazon will call or text. Or make my book go live just to show me that the love is still there.

I leave you with my sexy, evocative cover.

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.

Publisher's Disclaimer: This dramatic love story contains graphic sexual scenes, as well as discipline. If either of these offend you, please do not buy the book.

And an excerpt to whet your appetite:

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?"

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Hope you're having a hot, juicy summer so far! 


Tiffany N. York lives in Southern California with her spirited son, diva Chihuahua, an ever-changing number of cats, and one tone-deaf parakeet. She writes fiction to escape reality. Her two romantic comedies, The Accidental Cougar, and The Meatball Mistress are available on Amazon. Her erotic romance, The Submissive Muse will be on Amazon any second now. Visit her at tiffanynyorkauthor.com