Wednesday, January 28, 2015

Spotlight: Revival by M. K. Gilher

It's complicated. My Italian-shoed stranger captures my mind and body yet only allows glimpses into the depth of the secrets he holds. He's a surgeon, he's a cage fighter, he's possibly a murderer. He's not a good boy. I feel as if I know him, yet I'm sure I don't. Dr. Jacade J. Jordan, my enigmatic sex
god on a stick.

Damn, she's delectable. My sweet Ivy. I want to eat her alive. But how can I possess her when she doesn't even know me? When the deception runs too deep? When I've killed for her and would do it again in a heartbeat? How can I watch her submit so perfectly when I am the one at her feet?

Enjoy the ride in the Windy City as Ivy and Jacade's timeless love story unfolds in the Return To Us Trilogy by M.K. Gilher.


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"Ivy, you and I are going to play a little game." His voice strips me down until I feel naked. I'll play any fucking game you want me to, just as long as you're playing with me.

Without thinking I blurt out, "What kind of game?" Once the words leave my mouth, I wish I could rewind to about five seconds earlier. The way he's standing and speaking to me, I know this is no time for questions. He's going to blast through all the barriers and forts I've erected to keep men like him out. This is a game I'm going to play because he's already decided it for me.

He chuckles, and for a moment, I see a playful boy peeking through. But he swiftly recovers and locks his stoic mask back into place.

His stern voice answers my blurted question. "A game in which you don't speak unless you're instructed to do so." He raises his eyebrows and wrinkles appear on his forehead.

Well, that shut me up.

"I'm impressed. You learn quickly."

He moves closer until he's standing directly in front of my desk with his arms still across his rippling chest. I peek up at him through my mascara-ridden eyelashes, attempting to gauge his feeling or mood. But, his blockade is secure. No emotions in or out.

"You're going to do everything I tell you to do for the next twenty minutes. Just twenty minutes." He pauses while I catch up.

A game? I can't even think when I'm around him. How am I supposed to play a game?

I'm elated Feminist Ivy called in sick today, but Slut Ivy has graciously picked up the slack and located a pen and paper, waiting to take notes on the rules of his game. Way to go, Slut Ivy.

"These are the rules. First, you don't speak unless I tell you to. Second, you do everything I say. No questions asked. No hesitating or arguing. No attitude." He's staring into the depths of my soul, searching for my reaction to his words.

Without thinking, like I always do, I open my mouth to speak. He stares at me with a look of disapproval and shakes his head back and forth. "No words, Ivy. Those are the rules." I snap my mouth shut.

I stare back at him, studying his facial features. Maybe I'll see a clue as to what kind of game he's playing right now. He shows me nothing.

Wow, he's good.

I have no idea what cards he's holding, except for the unsettling feeling he already has clinched my very own ace of hearts.

"You game, sweetheart?" His challenge glows in his dynamic eyes.

Fine, Jacade, I'll play your game with your rules. Ante up, big boy.

I glare back at him and nod. He's such a pompous asshole, but the reality is I'd play any dang game he wanted me to.

I close my eyes and take a deep breath. I try to prepare myself for what is about to happen, but I instantly I realize I can't. I open my eyes and he has made his way around to my side of the desk. He reaches over and puts my desk phone on Do not disturb. Okay, well, his game must involve something that we can't be disturbed from.

Just the thought makes Slut Ivy drool, which falls and smears across all the important notes she just took. Dammit, Slut Ivy! We needed those.

He closes my laptop and moves it and the files off my desk. He's so close to me, I can smell his cologne and shiver as his pants brush across the bare skin of my arm. He's confident and contained right now. I, on the other hand, am a fucking hot mess.

To try to give my self-esteem a boost before his little game, I cling to how I felt getting dressed this morning. My purple pencil skirt and fitted, white, button-up blouse have always made me feel sexy and seductive. On a normal day, I'm neither of those words. But, somehow, pairing it with my six-inch purple shimmer heels is adding fuel to my  mojo.

He whispers in my ear. "There is one exception, Ivy. If at any point you need a time out, just say cashmere, and the game ends. No questions asked. Understand?"

I nod again. I understand, Jacade.

He straightens and stands right in front of me while I sit. Perfect angle to suck the head of his dick into my mouth, but I can't because I have to follow his rules to his stupid game. Too bad for you, Jacade, you just cock blocked yourself.

He turns and leans his ass on the edge of my desk. Lucky desk. He looks down at me and says in a commanding voice, "Stand up."

Without thinking, I'm on my feet. A little eager, Summers?

He grasps my hips and turns me around so I'm facing the wall a few feet away. I can feel the heat from his body, but he isn't touching me. He just stands behind me and my anxiety spikes. My heart is racing.

I feel his breath brush my ear. "Breathe, Ivy." Shit, he's right. I haven't taken a breath since before my wonderful elevator ride yesterday morning.

Inhale. Exhale.

His deep tone reverberates in my ears. "I'm going to blindfold you now. I'm not going to hurt you in any way. You must trust me. Nod if you agree."

I nod and feel a silky handkerchief cover my eyes. Meticulously, he ties the handkerchief behind my head. He tugs me to his body, and I know at any moment I'm going to collapse. Yet, I feel it deep down in my soul. Jacade would never let me fall.

I take in a deep breath and exhale. I have no idea what is coming next and it's driving me crazy.

He lowers his mouth to my right ear and whispers, "It's believed when people lose one of their senses, it heightens all others. That's why you're blindfolded."

He takes a breath. "I want your complete and utter trust." He pushes himself up against my backside, causing me to stumble forward somewhat. He grabs my hips to steady me. "By giving me your trust, Ivy, you're letting me always be there to catch you."

I'm breathing in rhythm with him as he moves toward my other ear and begins whispering again. "Since the very first time I ever laid eyes on you, I knew I had to have you. I wanted your body, your mind, and your soul to be ravished by me and only me."

My thong is wet and my breasts are swollen and heavy. That's when I hear a loud thud in my head and realize Slut Ivy has passed out and hit the floor.

About the Author:
I have always adored writing and won several poetry contests in high school. I was coasting along in my healthcare career in Chicago, when I had a dream I was resuscitated from near death by a mysterious physician. Jacade's enigmatic character sprouted from that dream. As I wrote, I made sure Ivy's character was laced with qualities of the everyday woman; beauty, intelligence, insecurities, and vulnerabilities. I truly hope you relish your time with Dr. Jordan and Ivy in the Return to Us Trilogy. I know I do every time I’m drawn into their lives.

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  1. Yes! Love hot doctors. You should see what Dr. Jordan does with a tourniquet and rubber glove in REVIVAL. LOL.

  2. I fantasize about my chiropractor, he's hot stuff!!! I call him Dr.