Book Review ~ Binding Agreement by Pam McKenna ~ Virtual Book Tour + Excerpt

[Tamara Bass]

Binding Agreement 

by Pam McKenna 

Erotic Romance Novella

Date Published: July 2014

~ Synopsis ~    

A chance encounter on a moonlit beach draws sensible, cautious Kay Denehy into a night of anonymous passion and surrender with a ruthlessly dominant stranger. As John Randall introduces her to the exotic thrills of bondage and discipline, she discovers who she really is under the prim schoolteacher exterior—a sexual submissive who needs the strict and ardent guidance of a take-no-prisoners Dom like him. John carries more than his share of emotional baggage, the result of a tragedy for which he feels responsible. Though he cares for Kay, he refuses to pursue a relationship, certain he could only bring her pain. He pushes her away even as his unconscious dream self turns her into a sex slave to be punished and enjoyed ménage-style by two other zealous and demanding Doms. For the first time in her life, Kay knows what she needs, and who she needs, to be sexually and emotionally fulfilled. She knows, too, the path John must take to escape his dark places—if only he’ll trust her to lead the way.

~ My Thoughts ~

Kay lives a boring and straight-laced, unfulfilled life.  After a near death
experience, she now wants to live life to the fullest.  When she meets John on the beach during a
midnight swim in the ocean, and has a night filled with intense BDSM sex, her
life will never be boring again.

This was a very intense read for me.  Although it only has 111 pages, it seemed much longer than that.  The sexual scenes
are HOT and STEAMY and EROTIC.  With over
the top vivid descriptions and the hot erotic sex scenes, this story will have
even the prudest individuals fanning themselves and begging for more! 

I really don’t think the cover matches this story though.  It leads the reader to believe
they are about to read something light and sweet and it is nothing of the
sort.  What is in between the pages is
hard, hot and at times dark. 

Overall, this was a good book that I enjoyed.  Ms. McKenna definitely has a
talent for crafting an amazing erotic reading experience.  If you like to read a book with intense sex scenes
and BDSM, then look no further than Binding Agreement.

My rating 4 out of 5 stars

~ Excerpt ~

She didn’t move. Hardly dared breathe. “What do you want?” she whispered.

“You know.”

His fingertips slipped under her damp hair to lightly stroke the back of her neck.
She shivered and closed her eyes. His warm breath curled into her nostrils. She
inhaled deeply, drawing him in.

He said, “Open your eyes.”

She did. His dark gaze reached deep into her.

“What do you want?” he asked.

I want. I want.

She knew how to answer I should. I must. The occasional I need.

Kay Denehy had never been an I want kind of girl.

But she wanted now. The wanting squirmed over her skin from her scalp to her toes. It
gathered heavily in her breasts and between her legs.

“I’m scared,” she confessed, her voice barely audible.

“I know. You don’t do this kind of thing.”

She shook her head.

“But you will now. With me.” It wasn’t a question. “Let’s get the voir dire out of the
way. I’m not harboring any unsavory diseases. I’m guessing the same is true of
you.” He waited for her to nod, then added, “Do I need to use a rubber?”

“No, I’m… I’m on the Pill.” She couldn’t believe she was having this discussion with a
complete stranger. Everything was happening so fast.

He cupped the back of her neck and pressed a kiss to her forehead, his lips warm and
firm. “You can leave at any time. I won’t stop you.”

What a strange thing to say, she thought, as a knot of trepidation settled in her gut.

He sat back and looked her over. With one hand he gathered her T-shirt at the waist.
He twisted it in his fist, tugging to stretch the material tight over her
breasts. Her nipples prickled. He stared. Boldly, unapologetically.

When his other hand came up, she thought he was going to caress her. Instead he ripped
the material away from the neckband, exposing one breast. Kay flinched, her
pulse thunderous in her ears. How could she have thought his eyes kind? she
wondered, staring at him. She could boil in those eyes.

His movements were leisurely, as if he had all the time in the world to enjoy her.
He tugged on her hair, pulling her head back over the rolled arm of the sofa.
His other hand slid under her back to lift her, sharply bowed, like some pagan
offering.

She couldn’t see him, could only stare at the ceiling as his scalding mouth closed
over her nipple. She jerked and cried out. He suckled her hard while she
writhed and bucked as if to pitch him off her. Her hands clawed at his
shoulders, his flesh hard and unyielding under the soft waffle-knit shirt.

Finally he lifted his head and hers. “Tear the rest of it.”

“Wh-what?”

“The shirt. Rip the other side.”

As if she were a detached observer, she watched her hand grab hold of the material still
attached to the neckband. She pulled, but it refused to come free. Patiently he
waited. She brought her other hand up and, using both, managed to tear it.

He said, “Good.”

Lying before this stranger fully dressed but with her breasts flagrantly bare, Kay
felt a surge of alarm. What was she doing? She’d never done anything like this
in her life. She’d never even imagined it.

You’re doing what you promised yourself, the small, brave part of her returned. Taking
risks, living life.She just hadn’t known it would be so scary.

I want…I want…

I want this man to make love to me. I want him to keep looking at me this way. With an
intensity that both frightened and inflamed her.

He pulled her to a sitting position and drew her arms up to link her hands behind her
neck. She felt her breasts lift, felt strands of hair tangle in her trembling
fingers. He sat back and studied her–her form, her expression and, she
suspected, her level of compliance.

“Very nice,” he said at last. Rising, he pushed the coffee table well away from the
sofa. “Stand up.”

She did, dropping her hands to her sides. He replaced them behind her neck and gave them
a little squeeze, a wordless reprimand.

She said, “How–”

“Don’t speak. Unless I ask you a question.” His tone was dispassionate. “You may make
other sounds if you can’t help yourself, but no words. And don’t move when I’ve
positioned you as I want you.”

Kay was torn between outrage and curiosity. Between her self-protective instincts and
her burgeoning arousal.

I can leave anytime, she reminded herself. He won’t stop me.

He watched her face, watched the clash of conflicting emotions she couldn’t hope to
conceal. Finally he said, “Take off the pants.”

~ About the Author ~

Pam McKenna has been an avid storyteller since she was old enough to put pencil to paper. Her number-one passion is the written word, though if you read her novellas, you might conclude that her true passions lie elsewhere. And you’d be right. Pam loves erotic romance and has never been shy about pulling out the stops and treating her readers to five-alarm fantasies. Pam McKenna is the pen name of a best-selling romance author.

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