Sons of Tallav

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Excerpt #3 from Rand: Son of Tallav – Releases July 15
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Steamy Excerpt from Rand: Son of Tallav by @CailinBriste

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Excerpt #3 from Rand: Son of Tallav – Releases July 15

A Sons of Tallav book wouldn’t be the same without Shane, Maon, and Randolph getting their moments in each others’ books. Here’s a bit where Maon comes on the scene early in Rand: Son of Tallav.

Rand: Son of Tallav
By Cailin Briste

Releasing:  July 15, 2018
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Two shamed souls, a mutual enemy and an attraction they can’t control…

Randolph Meryon is a man no woman can resist despite the whip he brandishes. Compelled to return home after his sister’s death, he struggles to fit new responsibilities into the hedonistic lifestyle he prefers to live. It’s a task he finds difficult enough without adding in the tangle of unanswered questions his sister has left behind and the sugar-cookie sweet nanny caring for his niece. He hasn’t had a taste of sweet in a very long time.

Jen O’Malley, shunned by her family, struggles to find work without their backing, meeting barriers wherever she turns. A position as nanny with the scandal-riddled Meryons seems like a lifeline. She’s relieved until she arrives and becomes enmeshed in a web of intrigue, unable to discern the identity of the spider at the center.

Excerpt: (This is the last excerpt I”ll be posting until July 13th when it’s First Chapter Friday for Rand.)

Randolph’s gaze combed the spaceport pickup zone before spotting Maon waving at him. He grinned, jogging toward him and the huge Shirley family car. Maon Shirley was hard to miss in his bright orange shirt.

“You brought the land boat, I see.” Randolph gestured at Maon’s vehicle.

“Please. It’s a luxury CMS.” Maon’s eyes twinkled, which meant there was a joke somewhere in that response.

Randolph grabbed him in a tight hug. “Luxury CMS?”

“Child moving system.” Maon slapped Randolph’s back. “Damn. It’s been months. I’m sorry about your sister.”

“Thanks. It still doesn’t seem real.”

“Climb in. I’ve got Petey and Drina with me.” Maon pulled a Dairy Bar sack from the passenger seat. “Whoops. We stopped for a snack.”

Randolph slid his six-foot frame into the car. “Selina lets you eat that stuff?”

“Of course not. We always eat healthy.” Maon looked in the mirror at four-year-old Petey. “Don’t we, Petey?”

Petey singsonged his reply. “We always eat healthy.”

“Hi, Petey. Remember me?” Randolph asked.

Petey scrunched his four-year-old face.

Randolph laughed. “I’m Uncle Rand.”

Petey dropped his gaze to the toy car he was holding and ignored Randolph.

“Who’s this pretty girl? That can’t be Drina.” Randolph tweaked the toe of Drina’s shoe.

“Hey!”

“She can talk!”

Maon glanced at Randolph while he worked his way through traffic to the throughway. “She is two.”

“I two,” Drina said, thrusting a fist with two fingers extended toward Randolph, who smiled and aimed two fingers back at her.

“You want me to drop you off at your mother’s place?” Maon asked.

“Yeah. I might as well get it over with. My luggage is being sent on to the Wharton.”

“Place to retreat?”

“Yeah. My mother’s friends will be at the apartment. Which is wonderful, but I can only take so much of her set even when they’re trying hard to be nice.” If they tried to be nice. The probability wasn’t high.

“Understood. You can always hide at our place. We’re in town until after the memorial service. We’re a whole different style of annoying though. Right, Petey?”

“We always eat healthy,” Petey singsonged again.

Both men laughed.

A ten-minute drive later and they arrived at the building where Randolph’s parents had kept an apartment since before he’d been born.

“Thanks for the ride.”

Maon squinted at him. “Call me if you need me.”

Lips pressed together, Randolph nodded. “Will do.” He waved while Maon’s car pulled away. Drina flapped a hand at him, but Petey just stared.

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Steamy Excerpt from Rand: Son of Tallav by @CailinBriste

Her body writhed when he drew a finger over the marks he’d left on her back.

Rand: Son of Tallav
By Cailin Briste

Releasing:  July 15, 2018
Preorder Now:  https://books2read.com/rand  

Two shamed souls, a mutual enemy and an attraction they can’t control…

Randolph Meryon is a man no woman can resist despite the whip he brandishes. Compelled to return home after his sister’s death, he struggles to fit new responsibilities into the hedonistic lifestyle he prefers to live. It’s a task he finds difficult enough without adding in the tangle of unanswered questions his sister has left behind and the sugar-cookie sweet nanny caring for his niece. He hasn’t had a taste of sweet in a very long time.

Jen O’Malley, shunned by her family, struggles to find work without their backing, meeting barriers wherever she turns. A position as nanny with the scandal-riddled Meryons seems like a lifeline. She’s relieved until she arrives and becomes enmeshed in a web of intrigue, unable to discern the identity of the spider at the center.

Second Excerpt (Read the first except here. Entire first chapter coming soon.)

The Whip Hand, Beta Tau

Randolph stroked the disheveled softness of Eva’s hair before firmly gripping the back of her neck. “You did very well, Eva.” A shudder and sob were her only response. The time he’d spent with Eva over the last week had been a refreshing change from the business expansion consuming him for over a year. Although he might not have taken on Eva’s remedial training if her master hadn’t been a member of the Beta Tau board of directors.

Her body writhed when he drew a finger over the marks he’d left on her back. One or two spots were seeping blood. He swirled the tip in the fluid before scraping his nail across the abrasion. The sight of Eva, arms shackled above her head, undulating before him, sent a jolt of pleasure through him.

“Your master doesn’t hurt you often, Eva. Perhaps that’s why you believed you could manipulate him. He brought you to me to break that habit.”

“Yes, Sir.” A whimper escaped her lips.

Randolph threaded his fingers into her hair and pulled her head back, noting the tears inching down her cheek. “This is our last session before I return you to your master. The pain you’ve experienced was not a punishment. You’ve learned your lesson and learned it well.” He brushed his finger through the damp trail on her face. “This was for me. Your tears are your gift to me. I’m a sadist, Eva. I enjoy hurting you. But I haven’t taken you over the edge of what you could bear. If your master sends you again, I will break you. Do you understand?”

“Unnnhhh.” The sound flew from her.

Randolph jostled her head. “Say you understand.”

“I understand, Sir.” The words came out with a squeak.

“Good,” he said, unwinding his fingers from her hair. He allowed the chain attached to her shackles to lengthen with a flick of his wrist before again engaging the locking mechanism. Gripping both her hips, he pulled her back until she was bent before him. He smacked her bottom. “Do not come. Your orgasms belong to your master. Correct?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Say it,” he ground out.

“My orgasms belong to my master.”

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