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07 August 2015

Blog Tour & Review ~ Three Little Mistakes, Blindfold Club #3, by Nikki Sloane




I sell sex, sin, and pleasure, but it isn’t just my business, it’s my entire life. I get off on the power of controlling it all. 

She’s the one woman I can’t have. 

She threatens everything, and yet I can’t stay away. There’s a beautiful, sexual creature inside this timid girl that’s desperate to claw its way out. I’m going to set it free, even if it brings my empire tumbling down. 

I have to believe she’ll be worth all the little mistakes I’ve made



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Joseph leaned back in his chair and his gaze drifted down slowly, taking in the uniform. The red button-down shirt and black necktie, which was tucked into the black waist apron, tied over my fitted black pants. Oh, no. Was I wearing something wrong? The gaze drifted back up to meet mine, and it was heated. No, better. It had a look I’d seen from him before, the look that made my knees go soft.

Lust. But it faded as quickly as it had appeared.

“As much fun as it is to see you,” he said casually, “I’m not up for another round of your wait game right now.”

I steeled my voice to sound strong. “I’m not here to play that. If wait comes from me, you should ignore it. I know what I want.”

“Oh, of course.” His patronizing tone was sharp, but it helped solidify my desire. “You think you’re really ready this time?”

“Yes.”

The conviction in my word gave him pause. “I’m sure you think so.”

This was the moment I’d been desperate for. I’d be damned if I was going to back down. “Tell me what you want me to do. I’ll do it.”

A small smile grew on his lips. How did he make something so innocent look sinful and dirty? “All right, little girl. Take off your apron.”

Easy. I fumbled with the strings in the small of my back and tugged the knot free, then tossed the black fabric onto a nearby table.

“Undo your belt.”

This command was slightly harder to follow. Sensible Noemi raised a warning, but I ignored her. This was a test. I slipped the end of the belt loose from the buckle, feeling Joseph’s dark eyes watching my every move.

“Good,” he said, when it was done. “Unzip.”

“Here?” I whispered. He nodded.

Maybe it wasn’t a test. I tried not to falter or think. Just follow his command. I unbuttoned and unzipped my pants, but my hands trembled.

Pleased surprise streaked his face. I was sure I’d already made it farther than he thought I would. Joseph relaxed in his seat, throwing an arm on the back of the empty chair beside him, as if watching a show.

“Okay so far?” There was an edge of teasing, which I probably deserved.

“Yeah,” I said between deep breaths.

“Pants down to your knees. Your shirt comes up, so when you lean over and put yourself facedown on this table, you’ll show me your perfect ass.”

My need to stay decent was swept away in a tidal wave of desire. You’re going to do it, Noemi. I glanced around the empty dining room. The rest of the staff would be in the kitchen for another twenty minutes. I shimmied the waist of my pants over my hips and down my thighs until they were bunched at my knees. Cold air wafted over my newly exposed legs. My lavender lace panties barely covered my backside and I couldn’t contain the shudder. I was nervous to be doing this where anyone could catch us, but the dark, bad part of me was excited. I was doing it.

I pushed the placemats and silverware out of my way, yanked up my shirttails, and did as ordered, lowering my upper body to rest on the veneer. I was bent over the end of the table, and Joseph shifted his seat to an angle to see me better.

The only sound was his clipped breathing.

“Goddamn. Pull those sexy panties down,” he said, his voice hushed but no less sexy. “I want to see your pussy.”

“Oh my God,” I whispered. His filthy commands set me on fire, and created a line that sensible Noemi couldn’t get across. My fingers clawed at the waistband and pushed my underwear down until it was around my thighs, leaving me naked and vulnerable. Showing Joseph a part of me that few men had ever seen. And I loved it.

“Look at you.” It rang out like he couldn’t believe it. “What would you do if someone walked in right now and saw this? With your ass bare, and your pussy waiting to be fucked?”

I had no thought in my mind, so I picked the only answer I could. “I’d . . . do whatever you told me to.”


Review

After Three Hard Lessons, I didn't think Nikki could give us anything more daring, sexy, or thrilling, but boy was I wrong! Three Little Mistakes is deliciously sexy, enticingly seductive, and incredibly exciting.

This book centers around Joseph Monsato who owns the Blindfold Club among several other businesses. He's the type of man that loves them and leaves them, never one to settle down. Nothing last forever, right? So why not get while the gettin' is good?

Things, of course, change once he sets eyes on Noemi. She's everything he never knew he wanted. Someone that will obey his commands, someone that will open desires he never knew he wanted, someone that will keep him on his toes.

There is just one catch, she's not someone that he's supposed to have. Her family is well known and her father is someone that could cause a lot of trouble for Joseph.

All this he knows, but after a small taste of her, he can't let her go. Now he must decide how to processed. There is a risk that once she knows everything about Joseph, she'll walk away, but that's a risk he's willing to take.

This book is really everything you could hope for from a Nikki Sloane book and more. They way she weaved this story is stunning; a defiant page turner. Joseph is super sexy, a walking wet dream. He's got the tall, dark, and handsome down like no other. At times he can be arrogant, but it only adds to his charm. Noemi can be the girl next door, but at the same time, she can every man's fantasy. She knows what she wants, but she also knows what's expected of her. She's independent, smart, funny, sexy, and loyal to those she cares about. Together, they are a dynamite pair.

Nikki has a talent at making the reader fall for a couple is book is no exception. She captures your attention from the get go and after she's finished, you can't help but wish the story wouldn't end. Just be forewarned, Joseph has a very dirty mouth that will have you begging for more. And that's the way he likes it.



Nikki Sloane landed in graphic design after her careers as a waitress, a screenwriter, and a ballroom dance instructor fell through. For eight years she worked for a design firm in that extremely tall, black, and tiered building in Chicago that went through an unfortunate name change during her time there. Now she lives in Kentucky and manages a team of graphic artists. She is married and has two sons, writes dirty books, and couldn't be any happier.




05 August 2015

New Release ~ Three Little Mistakes, The Blindfold Club #3, by Nikki Sloane




I sell sex, sin, and pleasure, but it isn’t just my business, it’s my entire life. I get off on the power of controlling it all.

She’s the one woman I can’t have.

She threatens everything, and yet I can’t stay away. There’s a beautiful, sexual creature inside this timid girl that’s desperate to claw its way out. I’m going to set it free, even if it brings my empire tumbling down.

I have to believe she’ll be worth all the little mistakes I’ve made







She smiled knowingly. “You should know, I’m used to getting my way.”



“I’ll keep that in mind.” Her statement felt like a challenge and I couldn’t let it go. “Put your hand in your lap and touch yourself.”

“What?” Her mouth fell open.

“I’m not going to repeat myself when we both know you heard me.”

The air heated and crackled with intensity, swirling around us. Would she obey my first command as my submissive?

Her shoulder shifted hesitantly, and I felt hot on the back of my neck. She was doing as told.

“No,” I snapped, when her gaze darted away, checking to see if anyone was watching. “Eyes stay on me. It’s my responsibility that you don’t get caught.”

The outer rim of her irises were a soft, celery green, giving way to tan just before her dark pupils, that dilated now. I pictured her fingertips below her dress, rubbing herself over her panties.

The corner of my mouth tugged upward. “Do you like being a bad girl for me?”

Her chest rose and fell with her rapid breathing, her gaze fixed on mine. She nodded.

“Are you getting wet? Is your tight, little cunt aching for my mouth?”

She jolted. “I don’t like that word.”

“Are you telling me that’s a limit? Pull your underwear to the side and get your fingers in there.”

She swallowed a breath and blinked rapidly. The war inside her head was visible in her beautiful eyes. The want to give in, versus the desire to stay appropriate. If things were different, I’d train her so her want to submit would become need.

Her bicep flexed subtly. Power flared and burned in my veins. Now I pictured her finger sliding inside her body.

“It’s not a limit,” she said, her voice tight. “I just don’t care for it. It’s vulgar.”

“Says the girl fingering herself in a crowded restaurant.” I finished the last bite of my dinner. “Go faster.”

Air was sucked in through her parted lips. She wouldn’t come like this. Not sitting up, with other people around, and from penetration alone. But, goddamn, it was hot as sin watching her.

“I want that to be my cock that’s fucking you right now.” I wanted it with every cell in my miserable body. “Do you want that?”

“Yes.” Her dinner had been abandoned. Her other hand clutched the edge of the table.

“Yes, Sir,” I corrected.

Her eyes hooded. “Yes, Sir.”

And . . . I was hard as steel. Fuck.

“Stop,” I commanded. “Keep your hand exactly where it is.”

Puzzlement flooded her eyes, and quickly turned to anxiety when the waiter appeared tableside.

“How is everything?” he asked, his attention on Noemi as he cleared my plate.

She had no choice but to answer. “It’s great.” Her strained voice was enjoyable.

“Are you all finished?” He gestured to her plate, and she nodded quickly. “Any dessert this evening?”

“No, just the check, please,” I answered. He was gone a moment later and her tight shoulders relaxed, but I wasn’t ready to release her just yet. “Put your fingers in your mouth and clean them off.”

“Oh, God,” she whispered, both nervous and excited.

Her hand came up quickly, darting to her mouth, but not fast enough. I’d seen the moisture there. She sank them in her mouth, closed her lips around the first knuckles, and drew them out slowly. Like her meal had been so good, she wanted to lick every last trace from her hand.

“Have you tasted yourself before?”

She flushed, broke the gaze, and looked guilty. “Yes.”

“Look at me.” The edge in my voice was dark, and it came out just a little louder than I wanted it to. If we’d been alone, I would have delivered a physical, negative reinforcement, but I couldn’t do anything from across the table. “Yes,
Sir, my filthy girl.”



Nikki Sloane landed in graphic design after her careers as a waitress, a screenwriter, and a ballroom dance instructor fell through. For eight years she worked for a design firm in that extremely tall, black, and tiered building in Chicago that went through an unfortunate name change during her time there. Now she lives in Kentucky and manages a team of graphic artists. She is married and has two sons, writes dirty books, and couldn't be any happier.