His Absolute Attraction (The Billionaire's Paradigm #2)

His forbidden desires confirmed, Elise realizes Lucent Storme is... not dangerous, but... yet she finds herself beguiled by him nonetheless, allured by his sordid sophistication...

(A Cerys du Lys contemporary BDSM erotic romance novelette)

Hiding, shamed by her abrupt streak of wanton whimsy, Elise knows she can't face Lucent again. Except how will she accomplish that? They're stuck in a library, snow-confined. This fantasy of hers, isolation with an enthralling business magnate, isn't what she anticipated.

Lucent finds her. Of course he does; they're trapped, alone. And he's... worried? He apologizes. Profusely. Is this really Lucent Storme, dominant Director of Public Relations for Landseer Enterprises; singular desires, dark needs?

He's so -confusing- ! Despite her apprehension, she's thrilled by his presence and concern. When he offers her a means to understand him better, she accepts impulsively. Can she entertain his proposal, temporarily submit to his dominant nature? She's already agreed, so she can't back down now... right?

He wants her: to control her, enlighten her. For love, lust, or neither? Enticed, Elise is afraid she's unintentionally falling for him and His Absolute Attraction.

(This captivating contemporary BDSM erotic romance novelette of domination and submission is ~18,300 words in length)

The Billionaire's Paradigm series currently also contains His Absolute Obsession (#1), His Absolute Compulsion (#3), and His Absolute Temptation (#4), all of which are now available in the Kindle Store!

*EXCERPT*

He gave me a smug, disarming smile; one that made me want to kiss the self-satisfied look off his face. I didn't, though. I couldn't do that. Could I? I thought about it and... what the hell was I thinking about that for? No!

"Why were you worried?" I asked.

He looked at me as if I were daft. "Excuse me?"

"I mean..."--and this was a terrible idea, but I said it anyways--"I thought you liked control and domination and those BDSM things."

"Oh," he said. Then, "Oh." And he laughed at me.

I frowned at him. "What's so funny?"

"Do you want to know?" he asked, grinning. "Will you listen, or are you going to keep preconceived notions of this in your head and refuse it?"

"I listen!" I said, indignant.

"Do you?"

"Yes," I muttered.

"How well?"

"Do you want to dominate me?" I asked, teasing him. "Is that what this is about? Are you training me as your next... whatever you call it. What do you call it?"

"Submissive," he said. "I would be the Dominant and hypothetically you'd be the submissive."

"Hypothetically?"

"Yes, because I'm not attempting to train you, Miss Tanner. I just want to inform you."

"And what if I want to be trained?" I asked, like some petulant child who's been told she can't have more candy. "What then?"

He breathed in deep, sucking air between his teeth. "You," he said, "are torturous."

"I thought that was your job?" I asked, smirking.