New Work in Progress ... now has a blurb and a title.

So, I did a little thing on Facebook - a sort of a poll. Choice number 3 was the most popular, so the new work in progress has now been titled ... The Dom's Invitation ...

Below is the blurb written that had to be read before the choices of title were provided ...

BLURB: THE DOM'S INVITATION

TANNER

Hmm. What have we here? She is seriously hot.

I knew the house had gone back up for lease.

Long legs. Check.

Long, thick hair. Check.

Curves. Check.

Enough tits to fill out her shirt quite nicely, so breasts, check.

Now … if she’d just turn around so I can take stock of her ass …

My cell phone blared.

“What do you want now, Chrystal?”

Crystal, my cheating ex-submissive, ramped up the “please take me back, I made a mistake fucking one of your friends” phone calls.

It wouldn’t have surprised me if she was stalking me

I saw the sexy brunette in the house above and uttered a quick prayer she was going to be moving in.

Alone.

And she did.

Hope you enjoyed the show, Miss Sexy.

How long had she watched? Right up until I brought the crop into the room.

She’s either turned right off, or turned right on.

My opportunity came along.

It’s time I encouraged you, Miss Sexy. I used my finger to beckon her to come to me. Then, I beckoned once more. There’s no way she could misinterpret my intention.

With a sweeping hand gesture, I stepped aside, inviting her to the empty chair she’d seen me use.

Now, I just have to wait for her to arrive at my front door.

SIENNA

Numerous times I’ve called police on my neighbors when Trixie was being beat up by her on-again-off-again husband, Clinton.

One day, I’m going to hear about Trixie’s death on the news, because Clinton is going to end up killing her.

I loved their little six-year-old girl Skye to pieces.

But I couldn’t take it anymore.

I’d leased a new house for the view of the river. The unexpected view of my hot neighbor walking around stark naked was just icing on the cake.

Excited to be leaving, I felt guilty about Skye.

My house had become her safe zone. I would do anything to protect her.

But then I watched my hot new neighbor drag a woman’s arms behind her back, then tie his tie around them.

I allowed my brain to let me pretend it was me on that chair.

My heart was beating faster and harder when I saw him entering the room with something long and red in his hand.

Is that a riding crop? Oh, Jesus. It is.

A shiver of desire feathered down my spine, my hand gravitating between my legs.

What in the hell is wrong with me? I’m getting off perving on my neighbor?

Totally disgusted with myself, now a peeping Tom, I reached out and pulled the chord to drop the blind, covering the window.

Out of sight, out of mind.

But he never was out of mind and I couldn’t resist peeping.

He raised his arms and extended them straight out in front of him.

I haven’t got the light on. Surely, he can’t see me?

The riding crop in one hand, the leather keeper across the palm of the other.

Oh, Jesus.

He pointed his finger straight at me, crooking it, beckoning me before he waved his arm in a sweeping invitation, straight to the empty chair with the red ropes.

My mouth dried out watching him drag the leather keeper over the top of the chair. He pulled his sleeve up, turned his wrist and tapped the face of his watch impatiently.

I had little time to make a decision.

Should I accept his invitation?