{"id":9600,"date":"2015-09-28T10:15:08","date_gmt":"2015-09-28T14:15:08","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/jennytrout.com\/?p=9600"},"modified":"2015-09-28T11:24:34","modified_gmt":"2015-09-28T15:24:34","slug":"the-baby-cover-reveal-and-excerpt-plus-a-boss-boxed-set-and-other-news","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/jennytrout.com\/?p=9600","title":{"rendered":"THE BABY Cover Reveal and Excerpt! (Plus a Boss Boxed Set! and other news)"},"content":{"rendered":"

Everyone is getting antsy for news about\u00a0The Baby,\u00a0<\/em>and today I’m going to deliver! Now, after the “read more” tag you’re going to find the cover to\u00a0The Baby<\/em>, the final book in the Boss series, as well as a super hot excerpt from the first chapter.\u00a0However<\/em>, if you skip straight there, you’re going to miss out on some Boss related news you’re going to need if you want to keep up with Neil and Sophie. So exercise some self-denial and read through these details first.<\/p>\n

Release date:\u00a0<\/strong>I’ve seen confusion about what the release date is, ranging anywhere from November 5 , 6, 10, or 25. The release date for\u00a0The Baby<\/em> is November 10.<\/p>\n

Preorders:<\/strong> There won’t be a preorder for the\u00a0The Baby<\/em>, or any of my future self-published books. Here’s why: Amazon and other retailers have stopped counting preorders as first day sales. It used to be that authors could set up a preorder ninety days in advance and use that time to rack up sales that would rocket the book onto bestseller lists and to the top of retail charts. I’m not concerned with hitting lists; I did it once and nothing magical happened apart from an ego stroke, so it isn’t a huge priority. However, making it into the top one hundred in your category on Amazon, for example, increases your visibility and allows you to sell more copies. I learned this lesson the hard way when I made\u00a0First Time<\/em> available for preorder. Had preorders been counted toward first day sales, both books would have easily gained a spot in the top one hundred of their categories. They didn’t, and the book never broke the top thousand overall. Despite the fact that so many of you bought the book, without visibility the sales overall slowed to a trickle because new readers who might have been interested in it just didn’t find it.<\/p>\n

Please, don’t think that I don’t appreciate that you preordered\u00a0First Time<\/em>. I loved the enthusiastic response it received, and I’m thankful for each and every copy sold. I’m just using it as an example to explain why\u00a0The Baby<\/em> won’t have a preorder. \u00a0And obviously, this is going to inconvenience or anger some of you. All I can do is apologize. While I love writing and sharing my writing with you, this is also a business, and I sometimes have to make business decisions based on circumstances I don’t have a say in. This is the final book in this series for Neil and Sophie, and if everyone who would normally preorder it just ends up buying it the first week, it’ll have a greater chance at the visibility and longevity that, frankly, I believe it deserves. I’m pretty proud of my work lately, and I want to see it do well.<\/p>\n

Oh, about that whole “last book in the series” thing:<\/strong> While\u00a0The Baby<\/em> is the last book in this series, it is not the last Neil and Sophie book. I’m taking a break from them for now to focus on some other projects, but I have every intention of writing more for them. Stopping at five books gives us a convenient place for readers of the series to step off the train if they’re getting bored, but feel like they absolutely have to finish. It also gives me time to explore side characters, like the continuation of Ian and Penny’s story, and Emir’s own novel. So yes, Neil and Sophie will be back, but not in 2016.<\/p>\n

THE BOSS boxed set:<\/b> If you want to get caught up on all the novels in this series (or you want to force a friend to read them), there’s an easy way to do that now. A digital boxed set of the first four books is available now, for $1.99. The set is only available for a limited\u00a0time,\u00a0so spread the word. It’s currently available on Amazon<\/a> and Smashwords<\/a>.<\/p>\n

All right. It’s cover and excerpt time. Are you ready?<\/p>\n

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EXCERPT:<\/b><\/p>\n

Tonight. Pavilon Franc\u0327ais. The moment you cross the threshold, you are mine. You will not speak unless spoken to. You will obey my every command. <\/span><\/p>\n

I read the words over and over again as I stood in front of the doors. The building, a recreation of the Pavilion Franc\u0327ais at Versailles, Neil had converted with the express purpose of holding all manner of carnal delights with which to torment me. And inside, my Sir waited.<\/p>\n

My heart pounded in my chest. The gilt-edged note had arrived via courier that afternoon, written in Sir\u2019s hand. I\u2019d made the mistake of opening it at my desk. It had been incredibly difficult to concentrate on photos of jackets while pressing my thighs together all day.<\/p>\n

And that had been his plan, all along. To get me thinking about him, his control over me, and the need I had to submit to his every sexual whim. It was a need that would never be satisfied.<\/p>\n

So it was a good thing I was married to him.<\/p>\n

I dragged in a shaky lungful of sharp January air. I\u2019d arrived home in time to quickly bathe and shape my hair into large, fluffy curls that floated around my shoulders. I\u2019d dressed my part, though I had no idea what Sir had planned. Some nights, I found myself spread-eagle, bound to a steel frame as Sir lashed my body all over with a flogger. Others, I\u2019d be bent over a padded bench as a mechanical sex machine rammed into me while I screamed through my gag. No matter how much care I took with my appearance, it would be utterly ruined by the time we were finished. Still, I\u2019d painted on sharp wings of black eyeliner over smoky silver shadow and stained my lips with a matte plum gloss. Beneath my black wrap dress with its three-quarter length sleeves, I wore dark maroon panties and bra\u2014silky and perfectly cut. The panties were already wet from my anticipation.<\/p>\n

I took a deep breath and pushed one of the doors open. The moment you cross the threshold. <\/span>The toe of my black Madden Proto pump touched the tile. The bottoms of my feet tingled. My heart raced. My mouth went dry. I stepped through and closed the door behind me.<\/p>\n

There he was. My Sir. My husband. Neil Elwood.<\/p>\n

He sat in one of the ornate Louis XVI chairs before the fireplace. He wore a white button down and sharkskin gray trousers, perfectly crisp and presentable, despite the depraved things he would be doing to me. The light from the tall tapers in the candelabras gilded and darkened his hair, which was more silver now than its former ash brown. The soft overhead lighting was on, as well, to supplement the candlelight.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n

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He motioned me forward with a snap of his fingers, and held up a hand to halt me when he deemed me close enough.<\/p>\n

He hadn\u2019t said a single word yet, and I was already his.<\/p>\n

A door creaked, but I didn\u2019t dare look away from Sir\u2019s gaze. I heard the footsteps behind me before the soft, faintly accented voice. \u201cGood evening, Chloe.\u201d<\/p>\n

My heart stuttered in my chest.<\/p>\n

\u201cYes, good evening, Chloe<\/span>,\u201d Sir said. Chloe was the role I played when we were with our lover, Emir. We\u2019d met him at an exclusive sex club in Paris where anonymity had been of utmost importance, but we still used those club names while playing. They were like terms of endearment, now.<\/p>\n

Emir slowly circled me, his dark eyes drifting over my body in open appraisal. I was an object under his gaze, the same as a priceless jewel or an exotic automobile. His golden brown skin was further burnished in the warm, dim light, and dark whorls of chest hair showed in the parted collar of his black button-down shirt.<\/p>\n

Neil and I hadn\u2019t seen Emir in months, as he had been settling his divorce and had kept his sexual proclivities more secret than usual. That he was here, standing in our miniature pleasure palace, on a night when I knew anything could happen, seemed like a dream.<\/p>\n

\u201cDo you understand the terms I sent you?\u201d Neil asked, never moving from his chair.<\/p>\n

I nodded.<\/p>\n

\u201cAnswer me.\u201d<\/p>\n

My breath halted in my throat. \u201cYes, Sir.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOur usual safe word system is in place,\u201d he went on. \u201cDo you understand?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYes, Sir.\u201d<\/p>\n

Emir said nothing, his gaze fixed on mine. He trailed one fingertip across my\u00a0collar bones, then in a line down the V of flesh revealed by the dress\u2019s low neckline. He pulled one side back, then the other, revealing my breasts and my satiny bra.<\/p>\n

\u201cTonight, I\u2019ve decided to loan you to my friend. He\u2019ll use you as he likes, and you\u2019ll let him,\u201d Neil stated. \u201cYou may not object to a single command, except to safe word. You are nothing but a gift to please my friend. Do you understand?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYes, Sir.\u201d My clit pulsed almost painfully, and I squeezed my thighs together for some relief.<\/p>\n

\u201cThank you, Leif<\/span>,\u201d Emir said with a sly smile. Another false name. Just as Neil had adopted Leif as his identity at the exclusive Parisian sex club they both belonged to, \u201cEmir\u201d was actually El-Mudad ibn Farid ibn Abdel Ati. Like Neil, El-Mudad was a billionaire with a penchant for kinky sex. He and Neil had planned this together, and that could only be to my advantage.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n

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Emir reached for the tie of my dress and gave it a tug. It fell open, and he took in my body before pushing the sleeves down my shoulders. \u201cBeautiful. Just as I remember.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat do you say, Chloe?\u201d Neil prompted.<\/p>\n

I met Emir\u2019s gaze as my dress fell to the floor. \u201cThank you.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2019re welcome.\u201d Emir slipped his fingers beneath my bra straps. \u201cTake this off.\u201d<\/p>\n

I\u2019d only just gotten dressed, but I\u2019d known I wouldn\u2019t be dressed for long. The\u00a0disrobing lifted my arousal. At that point, my bra was as much a sex toy as any of the vibrators in the toy closet.<\/p>\n

As I unhooked my bra and slid it down, Emir moved to stand behind me. He pulled me back with a hand covering my throat. The other hand slipped into my panties.<\/p>\n

\u201cLook me in the eye, Chloe,\u201d my Sir ordered. I did as he commanded and saw the dark fire of possessiveness kindling there.<\/p>\n

\u201cHe\u2019s angry,\u201d Emir whispered against my ear. He rubbed my clit with his fingertips. \u201cHe\u2019ll punish you after this, you know.\u201d<\/p>\n

I nodded. I wasn\u2019t supposed to speak.<\/p>\n

\u201cHow will you punish her, Leif?\u201d Emir asked, the hand at my neck skimming down to my breast.<\/p>\n

Neil leaned with his elbow on the arm of the chair and brought his hand to his face, his fingers curved thoughtfully in front of his mouth. He got off on his jealousy, and on punishing me, especially. With a long sigh, he said, \u201cThe cane, I think. We haven\u2019t done that in a while.\u201d<\/p>\n

My nerves sang with joy at the promise of pain, and the pleasure that would come with it.<\/p>\n

And before it. My clit pounded under Emir\u2019s talented fingers. He wedged one foot between mine and whispered, \u201cSpread for me.\u201d<\/p>\n

I widened my stance, offering him better access. His other hand cupped my breast, kneading it, and I leaned against him for support.<\/p>\n

\u201cI could make you come like this,\u201d he murmured against my ear. \u201cI\u2019ve missed the way you gush over my hand.\u201d<\/p>\n

My knees trembled.<\/p>\n

\u201cBut I can wait a little longer.\u201d<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n

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