{"id":472,"date":"2016-03-03T23:00:00","date_gmt":"2016-03-04T06:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/mariaelenawrites.com\/meet-carson-drake-of-untouchable-by-elizabeth-safleur\/"},"modified":"2023-08-15T18:47:15","modified_gmt":"2023-08-15T18:47:15","slug":"meet-carson-drake-of-untouchable-by-elizabeth-safleur","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/mariaelenawrites.com\/blog\/2016\/03\/03\/meet-carson-drake-of-untouchable-by-elizabeth-safleur\/","title":{"rendered":"MEET CARSON DRAKE OF UNTOUCHABLE BY ELIZABETH SAFLEUR"},"content":{"rendered":"

Today, in Meet a Character Friday<\/b>, I have the extreme pleasure to present hottie, steamy, Dominant Carson Drake from the novel Untouchable, <\/i>book two from the Elite Doms of Washington series <\/i>by author Elizabeth SaFleur.  If you are into Erotica, this is your author – she is incredible! And you will love Carson, a w<\/span>ealthy Washington, D.C. corporate attorney and seasoned Dominant, who has perfected the romantic pre-emptive strike. One weekend is all he needs or wants, and every relationship is over before it begins. Of course, then he meets London Chantelle, and all his assumptions about love crumble. (I love it when the man thinks he has all the cards and then, <\/span>wham!, he is blind-sided!)<\/span>

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Carson herded London toward the private rooms. She stopped short when they reached a gothic-arched doorway.<\/span>
     \u201cWhere are we going?\u201d she asked.<\/span>
     \u201cSomeplace more quiet.\u201d<\/span>
     \u201cWhat if I don\u2019t want to?\u201d<\/span>
     \u201cThen you don\u2019t have to.\u201d He dropped his hold on her waist.<\/span><\/p>\n
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     \u201cJust talking?\u201d<\/span>
     \u201cYes. Witnesses saw us leave. You\u2019re safe.\u201d<\/span>
     She let Carson pull her through the massive door, held open by a bodyguard. He moved them down an expansive hallway. Only after ushering her inside the last door at the end did he let go of her elbow. She immediately crossed her arms.<\/span>
     \u201cIt\u2019s okay, sugar. I\u2019m not going to hurt you,” he said.<\/span><\/p>\n\n\n\n\n
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     \u201cI\u2019m meeting someone.\u201d<\/span>
     \u201cOh?\u201d<\/span>
     \u201cYes, so I can\u2019t stay long.\u201d She worked her bottom lip and shuffled her weight from foot to foot. Her eyes also darted to the bed in the corner. Perhaps she thought he\u2019d take her right away? She knew his identity. She should know he was committed to due diligence. And he had to know why she was here\u2014the last place on earth he\u2019d expect London Chantelle.<\/span>
     He sat in one of two cushioned chairs set before a lit fireplace. He appreciated her luscious curves, beautifully illuminated by the amber glow of the low fire.<\/span>
     \u201cSit.\u201d He beckoned her to join him.<\/span>
     \u201cI like standing.\u201d<\/span>
   \u201cSit.\u201d The commanding tones of a Dom brought the expected result. As she lowered herself into the chair, her ponytail licked one shoulder. \u201cYour hair is beautiful in this light,\u201d he said. \u201cMore golden brown than I noticed before.\u201d<\/span>
     She swallowed. \u201cThank you, um . . . I go by Tatiana.\u201d<\/span>
     \u201cIt doesn\u2019t suit you. Why not go with, say . . . London?\u201d<\/span>
     Her mouth dropped to an \u201cO\u201d in alarm, and she leapt from her seat.<\/span>
     \u201cSit. Down.\u201d He pointed to the chair.<\/span>
     \u201cPlease.\u201d Her hazel eyes implored lenience, and her tone of voice surprised him. He liked the beseeching quality. It was quite a departure from her customary unadulterated demand.<\/span>
    \u201cPlease what? You thought a simple mask and change of clothing meant I wouldn\u2019t recognize you?\u201d<\/span>
     \u201cI hoped . . . maybe . . . I can\u2019t do this.\u201d<\/span>
     Before she could complete two steps, he\u2019d risen from his chair and laid his hand on her shoulder. She stopped. He pressed his torso against her back, sending her firm ass into his crotch. He decided to like her stiletto boots. He was a tall man and they made her the perfect height. He waited to see if she\u2019d object, at which point he\u2019d back off. <\/span>
      She didn\u2019t move.<\/span>
     Carson pulled off the elastic holding her hair captive. A curtain of gold-laced chestnut silk cascaded free. He brushed her mane to one side and bared her shoulder. \u201cThat\u2019s better.\u201d<\/span>
     Her breathing sped up. \u201cYou said just talking.\u201d<\/span>     \u201cStill, sweetness.\u201d He inhaled her scent of Ivory soap and cinnamon Christmas cookies before stepping backward. \u201cWe are talking.\u201d<\/span>
     She twisted to face him. \u201cCarson, please . . .\u201d<\/span>
     He liked how her emotions turned in an instant. She\u2019d test his abilities to direct her psychology in a scene. He nearly laughed at himself. <\/span>How quickly I have her bound and pleasured in my mind<\/em>. \u201cThere. Now that\u2019s a start. I rather like you begging me.\u201d<\/span>
     \u201cI don\u2019t beg.\u201d<\/span>
     And there goes that chin<\/em>. \u201cWe\u2019ll see.\u201d He took another step back. His instincts told him she wouldn\u2019t bolt.<\/span>
     \u201cTake a seat, London.\u201d Carson returned to his chair. \u201cWhen you do, hands in your lap. After you listen to me you can decide if you wish to leave. It will be your choice.\u201d<\/span>
     London hesitated, then nestled her behind onto the chair opposite him. She placed her hands in her lap. The thumb of one hand worked the palm of the other.<\/span>
     \u201cTake off your mask. Show me your pretty face.\u201d<\/span>
    London took a deep breath as her elegant fingers slipped off her disguise, pulling the fastening ribbon through her perfect hair. He wanted to capture her cheeks in his hands. He\u2019d rub off the mask indents and erase the worry imprinted on her forehead.<\/span>
     \u201cHow long have you been without a master?\u201d he asked.<\/span>
     \u201cI-I\u2019m not . . .\u201d Her jawline hardened. \u201cIt\u2019s none of your business.\u201d<\/span>
    \u201cThat\u2019s a shame. I\u2019m good at business.\u201d His mouth broke into a smile at the thought of bending her over her desk, papers sticking to her bared breasts, pens falling to the floor. He\u2019d smack her ass with that leather portfolio she carried around like a shield. He wouldn\u2019t stop until her engraved initials imprinted her skin.<\/span>
     \u201cWhy did you bring me here?\u201d she whispered.<\/span>
     \u201cYou\u2019re looking for a Dom. I\u2019m a Dom looking for a sub.\u201d<\/span>
     She flinched at his final word. \u201cWhat do you want, Carson?\u201d<\/span>
     What I want.<\/em> <\/span>Did it matter? He\u2019d given up what he wanted long ago\u2014a spirited submissive who matched his desires. Someone who might actually stick with him and not drop him the minute a better offer came through. He didn\u2019t allow himself to think finding such a woman was possible anymore.<\/span>
     \u201cTime. Willingness. Pleasure.\u201d Carson folded his hands and laid his chin on his knuckles. \u201cNow, I want to know what you want.\u201d<\/span>
     \u201cNo, you don\u2019t.\u201d<\/span>
   Carson raised an eyebrow. \u201cToying with me will not get you anywhere, sweetness.\u201d<\/span>
     \u201cIsn\u2019t that what you are doing with me?\u201d<\/span>
     \u201cHardly.\u201d Carson let silence take over the space.<\/span>
     \u201cThen what?\u201d she whispered after long minutes.<\/span>
     \u201cPatience will be your first lesson tonight. Then I\u2019ll consider you.\u201d<\/span>
     \u201cConsider me?\u201d She gave him a hardened, fuck-off look.<\/span>
     \u201cYes. Last time. What do you want?\u201d<\/span>
     He let a few seconds tick by. Then he stood. \u201cIf you won\u2019t tell me why you\u2019re here, what you seek, then I can\u2019t help.\u201d<\/span>
     \u201cI-I didn\u2019t mean . . . it isn\u2019t easy . . .\u201d<\/span>
     \u201cYou must answer my questions when I ask them. No delay. It\u2019s for your safety and mine.\u201d<\/span>
     Her lips pursed, her signal she realized she was losing. Her sassiness had its usual alluring appeal\u2014futile, but adorable. She licked her bottom lip, the subtle move urging him forward.<\/span>
     \u201cStand,\u201d he said.<\/span>
     She stood cautiously.<\/span>
     \u201cWhat is your safeword?\u201d he asked.<\/span>
     \u201cExcuse me? A-a scene. With you? You\u2019re a client. If anything ever got back\u2014\u201d<\/span>
     \u201cThen we would both lose. And I don\u2019t lose.\u201d<\/span>
     \u201cNo, You take what you want and damn the consequences.\u201d<\/span>
     \u201cLondon.\u201d Carson walked toward her and she backed around the chair. \u201cWhat are you afraid of? Afraid you might get what you want? Experience what you\u2019ve longed for?\u201d<\/span>
     She let out a huff, but continued to retreat as Carson advanced. He sent her in a backward circle until she closed in on the canopied bed. <\/span>Yes, most definitely submissive.<\/em> <\/span>The urge to discover how deep her desires ran raged through him like a brushfire.<\/span>
     “How would you know what I long for?\u201d Her haughty chin jutted out.<\/span>
     \u201cI want to know, London. Tell me.\u201d<\/span>
     \u201cWhy?\u201d She\u2019d backed up until she connected with the bedpost.<\/span>
     \u201cFair question. And one I\u2019ll answer. Given you and I dance well together at the boardroom table, why wouldn\u2019t we here? Had I known your proclivities I might have offered. Why didn\u2019t you come to me before?\u201d How had he missed her signs?<\/span>
      \u201cB-but you hate me.\u201d<\/span>
     Now he was puzzled. \u201cNo, I don\u2019t. You sometimes irritate, but I could never hate you. Surely you noticed my tendencies.\u201d<\/span>
     \u201cBeing a bully in a boardroom does not make you a Dominant I\u2019d be interested in.\u201d<\/span>
     \u201cOuch, London. That hurt.\u201d Carson slapped his chest above his heart but kept his face stony.<\/span>
     \u201cI didn\u2019t think you could feel pain.\u201d<\/span>
     \u201cEveryone feels pain.\u201d Her lips parted when he closed the last inch of distance between them. His thighs touched hers, and he softened his voice. \u201cIt pleases me you\u2019re here. There\u2019s no use in fighting this chemistry.\u201d Carson hooked a thumb on his waistband. \u201cOne weekend.\u201d<\/span>
     \u201cWith you?\u201d<\/span>
     \u201cYes.\u201d<\/span>
     \u201cWhat will you do with your harem?\u201d<\/span>
     He unbuckled his belt. \u201cYour second lesson. Don\u2019t force discipline with a smart mouth.\u201d<\/span>
     \u201cI don\u2019t have that kind of time.\u201d She raised her impertinent jawline\u2014again.<\/span>
     Lesson three: discipline your haughty chin.<\/em><\/span>
     \u201cNot enough time to learn discipline or not enough time, in general?\u201d The loud rasp of leather yanked through his belt loops sent her attention to his torso.<\/span>
     \u201cWhat are you doing?\u201d Her panicked gaze shot to his face.<\/span>
     \u201cI don\u2019t have a collar on me.\u201d<\/span>
     \u201cI am wholly disinterested in being collared.\u201d<\/span>
    \u201cOne weekend, London.\u201d He grasped one of her hips with his free hand. \u201cIf you\u2019re disappointed at any time, you can walk. I\u2019ll never speak of it again. Our work together will go unaffected. No one\u2014and I mean no one\u2014but us will know.\u201d<\/span>
      \u201cWould you put that in writing?\u201d Her eyes filled with mischief.<\/span>
    <\/span>Priceless<\/em>. London lured him toward a lightning storm. He could play. Hell, nothing appealed in the moment more than a weekend playing with London. Yes, this is what he wanted. Now he needed to know if she was willing.<\/span>
     \u201cI\u2019ll do one better.\u201d He snaked the belt around her waist until the leather rested against her hips.<\/span>
     \u201cI\u2019m not a notch on a belt.\u201d<\/span>
     \u201cYou could never be a notch, London Chantelle. You\u2019re the whole belt, sugar.\u201d<\/span>
    Her face softened, and the playfulness in her eyes died. He recognized the deliberation behind them, the wonder if she\u2019d be safe, here and at work. London needn\u2019t have worried. She might get scared, but mutual satisfaction was the only way his brand of sexual fulfillment worked.<\/span>
     \u201cSay yes or no.\u201d He pressed his torso to her corseted body, the last space between her body and his obliterated. \u201cBut say yes.\u201d<\/span>
     \u201cWhat will happen if I say yes?\u201d<\/span>
     \u201cWhat you want. What you\u2019ve probably always wanted.\u201d<\/span>
     Her eyes misted with a surprising vulnerability. \u201cYes.\u201d<\/o:p><\/span><\/div>\n


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Amazon\/Kindle: <\/span>http:\/\/www.amazon.com\/dp\/B00V8CZ3KG<\/a><\/div>\n
B&N\/Nook:<\/span>http:\/\/www.barnesandnoble.com\/w\/untouchable-elizabeth-safleur\/1121714928?ean=2940151858380<\/a><\/o:p><\/span><\/div>\n
Kobo:<\/span> https:\/\/store.kobobooks.com\/en-US\/ebook\/untouchable-34<\/a><\/o:p><\/span><\/div>\n
Apple\/ibooks: <\/span>https:\/\/itunes.apple.com\/us\/book\/untouchable\/id983705383?mt=11<\/a><\/div>\n
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Elizabeth Bio<\/span><\/b>:<\/span><\/b><\/div>\n
Elizabeth SaFleur is an erotic romance author and desperate-to-retire public relations practitioner who writes, tweets and posts under a pseudonym since her former business clients might be shocked at her new career choice. She wrote the Elite Doms of Washington contemporary erotic romance series after a thirty-year career serving D.C. clients. Today Elizabeth shares twenty-eight, wildlife-filled acres in Virginia with her husband and dog. <\/span>www.ElizabethSaFleur.com<\/a><\/span><\/o:p><\/span><\/div>\n
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Website: <\/span>http:\/\/www.elizabethsafleur.com\/<\/a><\/u><\/span><\/div>\n
Facebook:<\/span> www.Facebook.com\/ElizabethSaFleurAuthor<\/a><\/div>\n
Amazon profile: <\/span\n>www.amazon.com\/author\/elizabethsafleur<\/a><\/u><\/span><\/div>\n
Pinterest:<\/span> http:\/\/www.pinterest.com\/elizabethlovest\/<\/a><\/u><\/span><\/div>\n
Twitter: <\/span>https:\/\/twitter.com\/ElizaLoveStory<\/a><\/u><\/span><\/div>\n
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Today, in Meet a Character Friday, I have the extreme pleasure to present hottie, steamy, Dominant Carson Drake from the novel Untouchable, book two from the Elite Doms of Washington series by author Elizabeth SaFleur.  If you are into Erotica, this is your author – she is incredible! And you will love Carson, a wealthy Washington, D.C. … Read more<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[19],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-472","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-meet-a-character-friday"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/mariaelenawrites.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/472","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/mariaelenawrites.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/mariaelenawrites.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/mariaelenawrites.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/mariaelenawrites.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=472"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/mariaelenawrites.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/472\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":3012,"href":"https:\/\/mariaelenawrites.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/472\/revisions\/3012"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/mariaelenawrites.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=472"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/mariaelenawrites.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=472"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/mariaelenawrites.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=472"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}