Conquering Cupid

By Rita Bay

When popular artist Diana Harper dumped her cheating fiancé and accepted an invitation “to attend a private event at Miss A’s island retreat to experience your most secret dreams and fondest fantasies,” her hostess gave her Teddy as an “attendant.” Despite his best efforts, Teddy is no submissive. Diana, however, plays his game for the profound passion, the best sex ever, and love that could last a lifetime.

Billionaire philanthropist Theodore Cooper “Coop” Bareston III fell in love with Diana when he saw her working out at his elite gym in New York City. He was willing to do anything to win her love, including wearing a skimpy thong in his “Teddy” role and posing nude in chains when Di’s interest in her art revived. As the sexual tension builds and passions explode, Teddy discovers he is intensely aroused by playing the submissive to his Mistress Di.

After moving into Coop’s East Side penthouse, Diana is sucked into a world inhabited by supernatural denizens with powers beyond her imagination. Can she survive the challenges confronting her to live in Coop’s world or will she flee the destiny awaiting her?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Champagne Book Group
• Release date: Oct 6, 2014
• ISBN: 9781771551618

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Carnal Passions Presents

Conquering Cupid

Cupid’s Back In Business

By

Rita Bay

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Copyright 2014 by Rita Bay

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You met Diana Harper and Theodore (Teddy) Bareston in Teddy Bare, an Aphrodite’s Island story. But their story didn’t end there. Keep reading for more fun, sexy romps and good times.

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By Rita Bay

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After breaking up with her unfaithful fiancé, Diana Harper accepts an invitation to attend a private event at Miss A’s island retreat to experience your most secret dreams and fondest fantasies. Miss A gives Teddy to Diana as an attendant. Despite his best efforts, Teddy isn’t a submissive and the skimpy gold thong is ridiculous on a man his size. Although she’s not a domme, Diana plays his game to see where it leads. When Teddy offers her profound passion, the best sex ever, and the prospect of love, will she take a chance on another broken heart?

Theodore Bareston will do whatever it takes to win Diana’s love, even though whatever includes wearing a thong and posing nude in chains when Diana’s interest in her art revives. As the sexual tension builds and passions explode, Teddy is determined to convince Diana that he is the only man for her.

Chapter One

Diana Harper absently rapped the riding crop against her thigh, while she considered the gorgeous hunk who kneeled beside the bed. Teddy Bare’s black spandex thong, his only clothing other than a slave collar, concealed little. An angry red welt crossed his ass where her first blow had landed. His ripped body tensed, muscles corded, while he awaited punishment for starting a brawl during dinner at her hostess’s home.

She wasn’t a domme, but she’d agreed to play his game after he offered himself to her on her arrival at the mysterious Miss A’s tropical island. When he embarrassed her in front of another domme, she had no choice but to discipline him. Whatever his game, from day one he’d had difficulty with his role of submissive. Other than being an outstanding cook, Teddy hadn’t been a very good slave. Though he’d been willing, even eager, he just wasn’t a submissive by nature.

Not that she was looking for a submissive—or any man for that matter. Her life and her expectations for happiness had shattered in the space of a heartbeat. Devastated by the breakup with her fiancé after discovering him fucking another woman in her bed, she’d accepted an invitation to visit Miss A’s island—and the offer of Teddy’s service. Two days into her week’s vacation in the small private seaside villa, they fell into an intense sexual relationship with the potential for becoming far more. Not her style, at all.

Teddy peeked at her over his shoulder. May I speak, Mistress?

She frowned, irritated by his interruption. Keep it brief.

He tossed back the curly dark brown hair that had fallen forward to cover his face. I would have done anything to get you away from that asshole, Franklin Thompson.

Get up. She tossed the riding crop on the bed, grabbed the back of his thong, and pulled him to his feet. Play time is over.

Teddy knew her rat bastard ex-fiancé? Exactly what was his game? What in hell are you talking about?

He sat gingerly on the bed, apprehension flickering across his face.

She recalled falling on the path while jogging earlier this afternoon, knocked to the ground by a woman costumed as a prostitute from the seventeenth century who was pursued by a pirate. The woman on the pathway today with the bouncing boobs. She was the blonde skank fucking Franklin in my bed.

He nodded. I wasn’t responsible for that and you certainly weren’t supposed to see her here.

Miss A?

Yes. He paused.

Be damned if he would clam up now. She slapped the mattress with the crop.

Teddy’s eyes widened when he glanced at the crop. "Thompson, you, me? We’re all members of Coop’s Gym & Spa, which I own, among other properties. When I’m in New York, I live in the penthouse apartment of the building and maintain offices on the lower floors for business. Along with most of the male and some of the female members, I enjoyed watching you exercise. You’re amazing—focused and hard-working—unlike most of the other beautiful women who come there only to be seen. Thompson somehow managed to make you believe you were less than perfect, probably to make you more dependent on him. You’re a size six, if that, and he convinced you that you were unworthy of other men’s attention.

You’re talented. A successful writer, artist, he touched his platinum collar she’d made for him, and designer. No one understood how Thompson got his tentacles into you. He’s scum. He cheats his clients and he cheated on you. I hoped you would discover that for yourself. I would be able to step in and help pick up the pieces, be the man you relied on, and eventually come to love.

Teddy grimaced. "When I heard you were engaged, I couldn’t stand by any longer. I approached him under the guise of a business deal. He confirmed my worst fears. He bragged about his relationship with you and your money, revealed personal information about you, regaled me with tales of his infidelity, and insinuated that after you were married you would be participating in ménages. Invited me to join in.

I couldn’t tolerate his plans for you, Di. You didn’t deserve it, and I care too much for you. Miss A agreed to help me. She felt you wouldn’t consider another relationship for a long time after you broke up with Thompson, especially if I approached you as myself. She came up with the non-threatening Teddy persona, arranged the scene with Christine and Thompson in your bedroom, then invited you here. She allowed me to live my fantasy with you in private—in a home I own, by the way.

Teddy held his breath and watched her with those hazel bedroom eyes. She idly slapped her crop on the mattress. Teddy and Miss A had been right on all counts.

And you would be …?

He glanced away. Theodore Cooper Bareston III.

I’ve heard of you. Billionaire financier, philanthropist, and recluse. Teddy was right that she wouldn’t have given Theodore Cooper Bareston III a second look. Di couldn’t believe a man like him could be seriously interested in her. Franklin had done his job well.

Teddy took her free hand in his and kissed her fingers. But I prefer being your Teddy Bare, nude model and chef extraordinaire. Please, Di, give us a chance.

Based on their two days together, his offer was hard to pass up, but she wouldn’t be fooled again. She’d spent the last week untangling her finances from Franklin’s. He’d insinuated himself into her life when she’d moved to New York and opened an account at his bank. He’d known exactly what he was doing, but her lawyers and accountants were some of the best. Confronted with losing his job at the bank and prosecution for theft and fraud, he’d given in and given up. He was out of her life forever. Gone.