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SHADES OF LOVE by R.M.Simone… BOUND…
GABRIELLA Savannah Trudeau…is a new signed author in NYC with a BIG agency publisher. She just received an email requesting her next series of books to be focused on BDSM and love relationships. She does not write that kind of book genre”? How will she handle her contract and the fine print? BOUND IS an ARC Read and opens the doors about what SELLS for authors and what authors are up against. HOW does Gabriella Savannah Trudeau
Can She HANDLE THIS? She is tied up in her writing…and career and her contract.
Fifty Shades of Love ALL RIGHTS OWNED and reserved by Author R.M.Simone’ 8/8/2015
Once in our life, comes a love…
A love we did not prepare for nor did we see coming.
When one of the two has his vision of his love, she is walking through her own wonderland of a day dream of a life becoming.
When this love sees the other, it all changes.
Everything changes…This is LOVE.
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SHADES OF LOVE by R.M.Simone… Trilogy has given birth to some additional books. Stand alone novels and novellas about Gabriella and Tristan and their love story.This is set in NYC. She is from Chicago originally and he is from Beverly Hills, Old Hollywood, California..
GABRIELLA Savannah Trudeau…is a newly signed author in NYC with a BIG agency publisher. She just received an email requesting her next series of books to be focused on BDSM and love relationships. She does not write that kind of book genre”? How will she handle her contract and the fine print? BOUND IS an ARC Read and opens the doors about what SELLS for authors and what authors are up against. HOW does Gabriella Savannah Trudeau HANDLE THIS? She is tied up in her writing…and career and her contract.
Speed dial directly to Tristan. If this is the one time, I really needed him to pull some strings, I was going to make this happen. My call strangely went right to his voice message. That was unusual. He always picked up my calls.
Shelly was next to talk this out. “Shelly, hi hun, you won’t believe what I was just informed that is my next project to work on at the publishing house. Hold on, it is on BDSM. All due to this being a hot topick, the publisher wants me to submit a few chapters of this idea she presented me with. I know, this is a huge surprise of a ‘did not see that coming’ moment. Well every publisher wants another FSOG. Yes, I called Tristan, of course. He did not pick up my call. He is probably in a board meeting. Send me some positive thoughts as I am ready to get in touch with an attorney. I don’t write that kind of genre’.” CLICK
No sooner did I finish my call with my best friend and ally, Tristan rang through.
“Hi Gabriella, is something up with the kitty? What is going on hun?”
“It is something that I have no words for. Kitty is fine, but my publisher wants me to write a BDSM novel for the second book to test this out. I must submit three chapters by the end of the week. I am facing a brick wall of ‘what is going on?’.”
“Really, I see, well they knew this was not your genre’. You did have the fine print looked over by your literary attorney, right? Sorry I could not grab your call immediately, board meeting stuff got hairy.”
“Of course he read the fine print. I am going to call my agent first and then the attorney. Honestly this is making me sick to my stomach. Is this the sort of thing a publishing house can pull?”
“Not sure or even why they are doing this. Just relax, see what the legal advice says. Dinner at my place or out to eat?”
“Ah, neither, I need to get home; Grace is going to be missing me. What if you swing by my apartment and surprise us with supper. Get something for Grace too. Creame’ fresh is her favorite and you are spoiling her. She loves you almost more than me.”
“I want all my females happy. What if I show up early? Draw you a bath too.” “My man servant sex slave? Sounds like a plan to take my mind off going into combustion spewing like a volcano.”
“Miss Trudeau, I am to please. You grab a tea, talk to your professionals and we will sort it out tonight. By the way, I am your dessert this evening.”
“Tristan, this is the middle of the week. I can’t do an all nighter with you babe, let’s stay to our agreement, shall we?”
“Gabriella, I never agreed to no sex in the middle of the work week. I was open to your idea, heard your reasons, but I did not vote on that. This is still on the table for discussion. Maybe you should collect Grace and head over to my place?” “Ah, no, if I come there you will have me undressed before I put Grace’s kitty carrier down. You will begin to undo me in the foyer. Then there is the swing by the library office and into the kitchen. Then typically you throw me over your shoulders after you get some finger food samples of me on the counter and while I am breathing heavily, you carry me up the spiral stairways fireman style. I am helpless once I get into your lair. You have all the time to plot, plan and play out your fantasy for the night. I don’t dare step foot in your penthouse Tristan. I will not get my work done. Kitty and me stay put. You come to me, bring a male chastity belt and I will talk. I need a long soak, glass of wine and a good foot rub. I am so upset.”
“I can hear it in your voice Gabriella. Relax, I will listen and you talk it out. Just see what your two counselors have to say. Love you baby, see you soon.” CLICK
My agent called. “Hi, yes I am clearly upset. You got in touch with my attorney. What is his input?”
“Well, you won’t like this Gabriella.”
“Oh no, how could this happen? Small print clause he missed? What slipped through on creative control?”
“Your attorney said the clause was standard. You initialed it. It basicly says, the test market could be tried with a suggested book from publisher’s suggestion. It did not stipulate limits on genre or anything. This is standard to see if an author can do other styles or grab a market that is trending. This is what they are trying. You are a new, first time author and they do want to play the BDSM card. Your attorney said do the three chapters and submit something. Look, do some quick research on this. You know the FSOG ran a vanilla view on this BDSM. This does not need to be hard core. Think on the idea and you will navigate this fine. You are an amazing author Gabriella, I have faith in you. Anything else? I know that is not what you wanted to hear.”
“No, this was not. My other book is selling and let’s do this, look around for a second publisher so I can move one of my other manuscripts out into the literary world. Maybe this would compete with another book of mine. I will figure out something on the BDSM. I want to meet with my attorney tomorrow, okay and you too.” CLICK
I was so upset; I did not even say the time or location. That will work out in the morning as they both have to confer on their day schedule and mine was clearly open. Now what? A BDSM book?
I hailed a cab so I could get home before Tristan arrived and think about this further. I needed a lot of chocolate tonight. Shelly rang me next. “How you doing Gabby? Want me to come over?”
“Ah, thanks Shell, but Tristan is bringing me supper and I need to soak in the tub. Fill my head with aromatherapy oils and try to think this out. Seems it is a typical clause and they will want to test my ability in another genre. I am going to ask Tristan if he can help me too. He is part owner in that publishing house division. Right now I want to let it all sit there. I will figure out something.” “Love you Gabriella, call me if you need to talk or anything.”
Tied Up In Knots
I dashed in holding myself together, head was spinning on overtime and my concierge smiled and said good evening. I was home and hurried to take the elevator up to my little piece of my inner sanctuary world and greet my waiting kitty. Grace was found on a dream message the night after we returned from the two weeks we traveled. Tristan had whisked me off to Paris, my first time there, and my life became filled with more Art than I could put my arms and mind around. I know was into the Laduree Macarons that left a distinctive flavor in your mouth after the coconut cookies melted. The colors of those macarons placed individually in tissue paper boxes left a standing trademark experience in my psyche. I never tasted anything so heavenly before. Just to walk into this historical bakery shop in Paris and the art of the Louvre was well worth the trip to make me long for those cookies. Our other travel was the Hampton’s north of Manhattan. The very expensive community on the long narrow peninsula of huge homes facing the ocean was where Tristan had is second home. This was picture perfect with white sandy beaches, model like blondes, dotting the late summer sunbathing weekend. The quaint town that provided amazing cuisine with rows of stores for the pastime of shopping was my introduction into this wealthy elite. Tristan had swept me into meeting his beautiful mother he adored that trip too. Two boats in the Hampton’s a weekend of parties and faces I could not remember names to and his charming mother that was sizing me up. Could this man shower me with more love? Could I have been put through more hurdles to jump? I was constantly on the move with all that was occurring around me like a hurricane of events. Most of the time I sat in the eye of this storm, struggling to remain calm, clear minded and grounded as it spun around me. I thought I was handling it all just fine till this BDSM three chapters the publisher wanted from me. I had my new apartment and a kitty that was my spiritual companion and now this.
I gladly placed my brass key into my apartment door and was greeted by a patiently waiting Grace. She was sitting there, her green eyes quietly sizing up her mistress and her Egyptian like demeanor of a cat goddess posing for me. Her grey tail was doing a swishing of a whip like message. She was picking up on my feelings already. This cat was so dialed into me emotionally and on the psychic planes that I was convinced after the dream I had that morning that guided me to find her in the city, that this cat not only belonged with me, but she was my guardian and maybe my guide. I could not help but fully love her at first sight. A soul thing between mistress and her pet… Although, I was not sure Grace was of pet stature, more of cat deity role. She meowed greeting me and I reached down to pick her up.
“Grace, it was a tough day. Wait till I tell you everything.” I headed to my kitchen and located her clean small lotus bowl to fill it with some tuna. Her dessert would be coming with Tristan’s cream and since she was so spoiled already, I tried to pace her treats. I just loved her. A Russian grey kitty that was regal, petite in feminine size and utterly royal looking. So calm, that the exchange between us was always one of other realms. We had conversations in thoughts and feelings. She was an astral traveler and very much belonged to Egypt in some way. Grace purred as I placed her bowl on her mat and headed to my bedroom. My bedroom was the sanctuary of my nest and womb space. The canopy bed, creamy vanilla drapes that hung off the rounded top channel over the queen size bed, gave me that English world of another century. The soft ecru colors left me feeling warmed by the simplicity of it and the overstuffed goose down duvet cover and pillows was my resting place to resume my inner balance. A writer needs this kind of comfort around her so she can dream and write new stories. Over the back of the headboard will hung the angelic cherubs in an embrace kiss that Tristan gifted me framed in a walnut rose carved oval frame. This was my private domain and my sanctuary. I sighed wanted to crawl into my bed and hide under the covers. Instead I reached for a terry cloth robe, some warm fuzzy socks for after my bath and a hair clip to bring up my tresses, I would be fine.
I headed to the bathroom, my next favorite place in my home and I heard the footfalls of Grace coming to join me. Her purring was so loud that I knew she was satiated with her treat of food. I opened the door to the purple elegance of my master bath. I loved how George had painted the walls from the tile up and the ceiling too. This gave me a canopy feeling again and cave like mystery of being inside a gem of the earth. A huge amethyst gem of a dragon like secret quiet abode to be in a grotto. I loved the candles, the oils, the music I turned on off my M3p and I was ready to soak. Ran the water, lighted my vanilla and bergamont votives and went into prayer. Prayer sustained me. My meditation kept me balanced. My exercise or yoga kept the eye of my storm peaceful. This is how I lived. This is how my nature thrived with my rituals and self discipline practices. Gratitude constantly range through my lips silently as I thanked God for everything. It helps you to get through the tough periods and also the periods when one is facing challenges. It also helps to keep that spiritual relationship aligned with the nature of our inner light. The being who we really are.
I was grateful.
MORE TO COME…
This is a teaser sample. There will be three chapters and it will be FREE AS AN ARC READ ‘e book’.
There will be the HOT THREE BDSM chapters Gabriella must right, submit for her publisher and present a possible book. What happens astounds her.
Often when a writer is in that process of the flow of the story, the words, and ideas, a vision will take the author on a path that is not revealed or seen till you are in the forest so deeply. Then you MUST WRITE your way out of it. This is what happens to Gabriella in BOUND.
For those that would like to begin these books, please start with this FIRST BOOK in the SHADES OF LOVE series. R.M.Simone’ AUTHOR
Traffic was miserable with no end in sight. I was exhausted from the meeting with the publisher, my editor on Skype conference and the fact that the heat in New York City late autumn summer was record breaking temperatures. This taxis I grabbed had no air-conditioning working. I was melting in the back seat when he called.
“Baby, where are you? Traffic is blocked everywhere.”
“Tristan, stuck in this gosh awful moment of things sweltering hot. I have no idea how I will make it to your place. This looks like an hour or so.”
“Stay there Gabriella, let me get you out of the mess going on in the city. Let me get your co-ordinates and handle this.”
“Handle this how Tristan? Nothing is moving, I mean nothing.”
“I need an address; look out and tell me what you see.”
I looked out the window and i was in front of Trump Tower and told him the location. He chuckled adding he would have me out of there shortly. I said how? He said let me surprise you baby. I was wiped out from my day, no resistances to a man saving me at the moment.
“Pay the cab driver, get out, head to the roof of the building. Will be there shortly.” CLICK
I looked at my iPhone, puzzled and leaned forward to pay the money on the meter. I was beyond being in a daze. I walked through the bumper to bumper honking cars in this scorching heat of the late day to the brass door entrance of Trump Towers. My mind was in a heat haze of shimmering illusions that come off a dessert sand vision. Why was he meeting me at the tower on the roof? I followed the stream of pedestrians trying to get into the cooling of this air conditioned lobby. I was greeted with relief and a chill so strongly that i nearly reeled. Heading to the elevator i passed the desk asking about access to the roof or if it had a bar. He looked at me asking my name.
“Gabriella Savannah Trudeau, why?”
“Oh, Mr. Montgomery sent clearance for you to go there. Please wait a minute as someone with the key will ride you to the roof. Access is limited and we follow security rules.”
Now I was confused, stunned and without knowing what this was about. We went up in the elevator and i saw a private concierge key put into the panel allowing us to go to this top level. Mystery was happening and I just wanted to take off my hot sticky clothes and find ice water and a bath. The door opened and there was another large hallway to walk through.
“Please, Miss Trudeau, just follow the corridor to the entrance door to the roof and he will meet you there.”
I puzzled for a moment wondering how Tristan got to the roof. I walked on and then i heard this noise.
It was a helicopter landing on the roof. I hurried to see if what i thought was there was about to show me Tristan. I opened the heavy door, the summer heat hit me with a gush of sauna like temperature and there was a helicopter landing with one broadly beaming Tristan. He was taking off his head set and about to get out to meet me. I was stunned. What could I say. My own FIFTY SHADES OF Love was rescuing me and my knight provided a way for me to escape the traffic, the heat and giving me romance.
“Tristan, I mean, Tristan, wow…”
“Baby, there is no need for you to ever worry. I will always find you. Let me be your rescuer and knight and provide transportation that lets you fly with me. Here get in.” He kissed me, I was so surprised and he buckled me into my seat. He went around ducking his head as the propellers were still moving on stand-by and got in. He buckled himself in and put the earphones on me and himself a set. He was beaming so broadly like a boy with a new toy. I had tears streaming down my cheek. He wiped them and reached for iced water to give me and another kiss. I heard the pilot ask if we were ready. He answered and they cleared the air tower space to lift off the roof pad. I had no idea he could usher me out of blocked through fairs like this and whisk me off to his pent house. Sometimes having a lot of money is just really nice. This was a moment.
I looked down on streets of honking cars, cabs and hot pedestrians trying to deal with this heat wave. I was so grateful for this. He just kept smiling. He held my hand and I finally sat back watching the play of buildings as the helicopter left its own shadow dancing over them. Within fifteen minutes we were hovering over Tristan’s building. I felt myself soar with the birds, eagles, hawks and the angels and my heart felt a joy of a new way to view this city. How utterly romantic.
Landing was so soft, noise above our heads, lightly landing on the roof above his suite. I had no idea this was there. “Tristan, I did not know you had a heli-pad on your roof.”
“Why should you…I kept this as a surprise. This was going to be saved for a date, but with you melting and stuck in New York traffic, I had to rescue you. I only use helicopter to save time. I wanted to use this for you for special times. This was one. How are you feeling now?”
“Rescued…” I smiled with gratitude and no more tears. Just relief and feeling out of this heat. I needed a bath. He got out, thanked the pilot, came around to open my door and we both ducked as we walked to his roof top door. He opened it to usher in that breeze of cooled air and closed the door soundly behind us. I heard and felt the vibration of the helicopter taking off. My first ride in one and under the circumstances of my day, this was something akin to a miracle for me.
“Let’s get you in a nice cooling bath. May i suggest that?”
“I thought you would never ask. Ice tea or lemonade?”
“Gabriella,let’s have that, then if I can convince you on Champagne Mimosas?”
Off I went to his bathroom dropping my clothing piece by piece and kicking off my shoes. I was a trail of articles with lingerie slipping off too. I stopped to turn to see where he was noting he was standing holding my belongings. I smiled as he was so neat in his place, orderly and there I was going naked like a bird removing all her feathers and plumage. I had to undress and get into the water.
“Nice view and nice new lingerie. Someone went shopping?”
“You always notice Tristan. I am spending far too much on this stuff, merely to have as window dressing and take off.”
“Look, baby, I will gladly set up an account for you at your favorite places and just say the word. I am more than happy to pay for the window dressing.”
“Let me think on that. You are getting expensive to keep your eyes entertained. I need my bath and thank you and for the rescue and the ride. My Fifty moment…”
Off I went, naked and ran the water cooler than usual and plunged in before it filled. He returned with gifts of hydrating me, promises of wine with orange juice and finger food. Strawberries dipped in chocolate, raspberries in white chocolate and cheese…nice Camembert cheese… I was about to be surprised further. Gifts were coming. He began to undress as I drank my lemonade. His bare chest was beautiful and he was unbuckling his belt to maybe get into the water with me. I just watched. I was taking all of his maleness into view. He reached for my hand and asked if i was cooled down now? I nodded and then he pulled me up out of the bath right to his body and out of the tub. He carried me to the suite upstairs.
“I got a new couch upstairs baby. I want to see you on it. I have a present for you too.”
Arriving at the top of that spiral stairway I saw it. A beautiful Damask fabric of a mauve shade, maybe antique French design on a chaise lounge couch. The robe was silk, elegant from Paris as I spotted the label knowing this was couture fashion. He set me down, reached for this elegant gown of a robe and the silk on my body gave me an exhilaration of sensual pleasure.
“What is this all about Tristan? This day couch is purely beautiful. Looks like France. The robe is lavish, thank you.”
He tied the robe loosely on me and handed me a champagne fluted crystal glass with the Mimosa wanting to toast. I sat down on the couch running my fingers on the fabric. Everything about this was of fine design and opulence. I wondered what else was going to occur.”
“Well, I wanted to bring more femininity into my home space. I wanted to surprise you, but I did not expect this sweltering day of heat, but got you here was a fun thing to do. Now, recline, I want to give you something.” Tristan reached for a box, a jewelry velvet heart shaped box. Now what?
“I want to gift you this Gabriella. It is meant for you. It also belonged in my mother’s family from France. I hope you like and treasure it.”
He opened the box and there was a diamond necklace, with a single heart shaped stone pendant. It was encrusted around it in an Art Dec design of the 1920’s and i was certain they were diamonds. The single heart pendant was tinged in a pink huge. It sparkled like a fireworks show in something from a dream. He leaned forward asking me my permission to put it on me. I nodded and said yes. I leaned onto his shoulder and chest smelling how fresh he was and his bath soap oils. I could barely breathe again and heard him whisper. “I Love you Gabriella, this was meant for you.”
My heart overflowed, over brimmed with feelings for him, my passions rose with his touch and his hand slid in under my silk robe to find the place between my legs welcoming his touch. I was on fire for him. Passion was always present with him. He reclined me back further revealing my body, the necklace he took in viewing it on me. I reached to touch it and he began to make love to me.
I have no way to describe this moment other than this. As a writer words are always in my mind like a symphony composing with notes here and there. I pluck them out of the ethers around the air of the flow of my writing. But, now, at this moment of such love, such passion and this gift, there were no words but for this.
Book V Saga, THE MIST is novel 2 in this SAGA.
Set in the mid 1700’s in Paris, France finds this Kismet Love story moving into the MIST for both the Royal vampire Immortal Edear and his Beloved Alleandrea.
After THE KISS, their story rapidly moves into what occurs after their honeymoon and moving into the Champagne country home. A gift from Alleandrea’s parents, this beautiful estate filled with the magic of the gardens of this countryside brings the lovers into this second phase of their union.
What transpires there is part of his journey of his soul and her journey of her heart and spirit. It is between a Midsummer Night’s Dream and the Swan Myth of her sexuality divinely opening as she conceives new life. Immortal children?
Much happens in this second novel that takes the reader on ‘Edear’s’ travels from France, the French Revolution and into the Oregon new land of America.
His leaving France sets him into his period of THE MIST.
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Shades of Gratitude
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Twin Love by Roshandra
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Greeting him at the door she wore the shirt he had on last night for their dinner date, a GREY slate black oxford shirt…
and oh yes, his grey tie too.
How does TRISTAN handle that?
She opened the foyer door and slowly sauntered away leaving the door full open so he could take in the view of her back wearing her best high heels and only his shirt, and oh yes, his tie too.
Following the movement of her hips as she walked away, finally his mind kicked in.
“Looks better on you baby then me last night. The tie really sets it off.”
Gabriella kept walking heading into his library office. His eyes followed her and his shirt she was wearing. Nothing but the shirt and tie and those hot shoes.
HOW WOULD this PLAY OUT?
Stay tuned. Gabriella is up one point on Tristan.
What happens next in his home penthouse office is in this book.