At Your Mercy: Tales of Domination -- Out now Restraint, bondage, corporal punishment, domination and submission: thrilling encounters in the realm of the kinkiest pleasures. Extraordinary and secret desires drive the characters in these explicit and daring stories of sensual punishment, kinky power games, and fetish play. An original erotica collection. Thawing Ms Frost by Kat Black Restaurant manager, Annabel Frost, is a woman who likes to be in control, at the cost of all else. Aidan, her new barman, is a man seemingly bent on undermining her authority, in a most unprofessional manner. With both parties determined to come out on top, the gloves come off and the fight gets downright dirty. BUY AmazonUS | AmazonUK | Mischief Books Read Excerpt

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The redhead in the razor-cut skirt suit ends the pre dinner staff meeting with a simple, sharp turn of her heel. Heading off in the direction of the kitchens and the office beyond, her strides cut through the heavy stillness left hanging over the dining room.

Leaning against the front of the lacquered cherry wood bar, arms crossed over his white-shirted chest, Café Cluny’s new barman watches her go, gaze sliding from the tightly rolled twist of her hair, past the purposeful swing of her hips, and all the way down to the soles of her spiked black stilettos.

So – he whistles under his breath – that’s his boss. And from first impressions she lives up to every word of warning he’s heard from his colleagues over the past week. Even fresh back from a fortnight’s holiday, Annabel Frost seems about as chilled as an Arctic icicle.

She’s stunning too, with that ruby-red dye job and matching lipstick giving her a vibrant appearance so at odds with the frosty personality. Judging by her ivory complexion and green eyes he bets there’s a natural redhead lurking beneath the chemically enhanced one.

It isn’t until the kitchen door swings closed behind her that he’s pulled from his reverie by a sudden collective sigh of relief hissing around him like so many punctured tires.

‘The Bitch is back.’ He hears one of the commis chefs mutter as the starched-white huddle of kitchen staff head off back towards their shiny steel domain.

Tim, one of the waiters, moves up to the bar beside him and claps a supportive hand on his shoulder. ‘Told you so.’
Sweet-natured Donna comes up as well, taking advantage of the situation to lay a shyly suggestive hand on his forearm. ‘She had no right to talk to you that way, Aidan.’ She looks up at him through her lashes. ‘You mustn’t let her get you down.’

 ‘Not a problem,’ Aidan assures her, straightening and moving away. As lovely and as willing as Donna is, her gentle femininity does nothing for him. Taking up his station behind the bar, he wonders what her delicate sensibilities would make of the fact that, far from getting him down, the arbitrary tongue lashing he’d just received from his new boss left him not only well and truly up, but hard and throbbing inside his uniform black trousers as well.