Hello everyone! :::Trent kicks away tumbleweeds:::
I know it’s been awhile (read: way too long), but I’ve got another novel set for release later this month. The idea for this book had been germinating for a period of years, but I’d always put it on the back-burner in order to work on other projects … or because I spend longer than I like to think about simply, um, dithering.
I’m still editing and tweaking the story before finalizing the version that will go to print, but I thought in the meantime I’d post a chapter or two this week — just because:) The placeholder/working title of the novel is “White Valley Wives,” but that is guaranteed to change once the book is actually published.
I won’t be sharing the product description on the book until we get closer to publication, but I can relay a few more general details. This book is more spanking/DD-oriented than my last couple of novels, but it’s part of a series that evolves into something quite a bit darker, and at times, harsher BDSM and captivity themes will be explored.
Readers of my short novella, Maintenance Night, will find some very familiar characters indeed, but this new book also introduces others who we’ll learn more about as the series progresses. While not a direct sequel per se, those readers who’ve expressed interest in a sequel to Maintenance Night, will be very happy with how this particular novel progresses:)
That’s enough blabbering from me for now. Please read on for an excerpt of the upcoming novel…
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The woman’s lush, round buttocks twitched at the sharp sound of the can’s pop top snapping open.
“Hunter — it’s your deal.” Von sipped his beer, the bright overhead light glinting off the aluminum.
“Ah, sorry.” Hunter cleared his throat. “Big blind to you, Von?”
Von’s dark blue eyes narrowed, but a smile played upon his lips. “If you weren’t spending so much time staring at my wife’s ass you’d know the answer to that question.”
Troy, sitting to Hunter’s right, shook his head, chuckling. “Rookies.”
Hunter dealt the cards, trying to ignore the heat at his cheeks. “Kinda hard to concentrate…”
“Do you want me to send her away?” Von’s eyes glittered.
“I didn’t say that.”
Hunter set the deck down, checking his hole cards. A two of clubs and a seven of hearts.
“Told you,” Troy murmured, not looking up from the two cards he held in his hand. [pullquote align=”left” cite=”” link=”” color=”” class=”” size=””]“After what I saw when Hunt was over for Christmas, I knew he’d be a fit.”[/pullquote] Von glanced at Troy with a quirk of an eyebrow. “We’ll see about that. Boy hasn’t even so much as dipped his toes in, and he’s already jumpy.”
“You didn’t see him with Lace.” Troy gave Hunter a wink. “He seemed to have the way of it.”
Von dropped two fives into the pot. “You find somewhere to stay yet?”
Relieved at the change of subject, Hunter still had to will himself not to look over at the naked woman facing the wall at the far end of the darkened living room.
“Right now, I’m at the Redwood. The one right there on the highway?”
It was a surprisingly well-appointed and — thankfully — quiet little motel just off the White Valley Canyon highway, the main drag that snaked through the community of White Valley, Washington. Troy had told him how beautiful White Valley was, but his friend’s words hadn’t even come close to doing it justice. The first time Hunter had come to visit Troy in his new town, the community had reminded Hunter of a cross between a Norwegian fjord and a sleepy hamlet nestled against the broad, green flank of a mountain in the Austrian Alps.
Von grunted. “Figured you’d be staying with Troy until you found something more… permanent.”
“I tried, but the asshole turned me down cold.” Troy laid down the Flop, pointing at Hunter. “Your bet.”
“I’m just here for a week or two.” Hunter dropped a fifty into the pot, despite only having a pair of sevens.
Those are lucky numbers, right?
“Week or two?” Von looked at Hunter the way a father might look at a naive child. “You’ll change your tune.”
Hunter flipped over the Turn card. A two of hearts. Things were looking up.
“You gonna ask?” Troy grinned. “I know you’re dying to, Hunt.”
“Ask what?” Hunter said, already knowing.
[pullquote align=”right” cite=”” link=”” color=”” class=”” size=””]Troy lifted his chin toward the silent, naked woman twenty feet away.[/pullquote] Shit.
Von didn’t look up from his cards, but Hunter knew the hulking man was paying keen attention.
“So… why is she standing there like that?”
“Like what?” Von lifted his gaze to Hunter’s.
Hunter lowered his voice to a murmur. “Well, naked, for starters.”
“You don’t like what you see?” Von laid an elbow on the table.
“No, it’s not… that.”
[pullquote align=”left” cite=”” link=”” color=”” class=”” size=””]Hunter would be damned if he’d be caught commenting on the shapeliness of Von’s wife’s ass. [/pullquote] It didn’t mean such shapeliness wasn’t noted — or affecting him. His cock had stirred to life the moment he’d seen her silently emerge from the hallway and take her spot facing the wall. He’d never seen a woman actually… do that.
But it seemed part of him liked it. A lot.
“Then what is it?” Von set his cards down, sipping from his glass of amber-hued single malt. “Because this is just the start, my friend. A taste. If this is too much”—Von flicked a glance at Troy, doing it in a way Hunter couldn’t help but see—“then maybe this isn’t a fit after all?”
“He is, Von.” Troy fixed his friend with a look somewhere between sober and icy. “I brought him here. I know him. With what he’s been through? With how I saw him handle Lacey? You’d know it too, if you paid any fucking attention to what I told you.”
Von was silent for a moment, regarding them both, a long, deeply tanned finger tapping the rim of his glass. “No time like the present then, is there?”
Troy grunted. “What about the card game?”
[pullquote align=”right” cite=”” link=”” color=”” class=”” size=””]“Fuck the game,” Von murmured, already gazing out at the bewitching sight of his wife waiting in the darkness, the deep shadow rendering her ass into a hint, a suggestion of twin, pale moons. [/pullquote] “Celina. In here, please.”
Hunter’s mouth was as dry as his cock was hard, the naked woman padding — rather reluctantly, he thought — across the room, and into the circle of warm yellow light cast by the crystal fixture over the card table.
Her buoyant breasts swayed a moment as she took her place at her husband’s arm, looking down at Von, her big brown eyes reflecting either excitement or fear — or both.
Von’s gaze dropped a moment to the lush growth at the apex of her soft thighs.
“Still letting her grow it out?” Troy asked, looking upon her displayed charms without an ounce of bashfulness, his gaze frank… and with more than a hint of lustful avarice.
Celina’s cheeks colored at the words, but she remained silent, her eyes locked upon her husband.
Von sipped from his whiskey, then set the glass down, his gaze not leaving his wife as he spoke. “I like it that way. I think it actually makes them even more embarrassed to display their pussies, if you can believe that.”
“You always did like that part of it,” Troy murmured, reaching over to Hunter, sliding his discarded cards across the green felt of the card table.
“Getting in their heads is when the real fun starts,” Von said, his voice almost a whisper.
This was not much different than what Troy had let him experience at Christmas earlier that year, but sitting there, mere feet from Celina’s gorgeous form had Hunter more than anxious. He didn’t know what he struggled with more — wanting to touch that soft, olive skin or take a walk in the cool evening air. [pullquote align=”left” cite=”” link=”” color=”” class=”” size=””]Hopefully, that would at least calm the steel bar currently twisting in the confines of his jeans. Looking at the coral color of the woman’s large — and very erect — nipples wasn’t helping matters.[/pullquote] Not one bit.
Von looked over at Hunter. “Troy’s explained to you what’s going to happen tonight?”
Hunter nodded, a lump in his throat.
“We don’t need to go over this,” Troy said, rolling his eyes as he slipped the deck of cards back into its case. “He and I talked about this — at length. He knows the rules, what’s expected, what might come next.”
“I need her to hear that,” Von said, turning his gaze upon Troy, tipping his head toward Celina. “You’ll have to humor me on this one. It’s not like it’s your wife that’s standing here with her naked cunt on display, is it?”
“Not this week, anyway,” Troy murmured, his smile an almost predatory flash of white teeth.
“We don’t bring strangers into this very often, and if we’re going to do this, we’re going to do it right. All the way.” Von looked at Hunter once more, the deep blue of the man’s eyes suddenly going cold, flat, as a shark’s might just before delivering the fatal bite. “So, I need to hear it from you, Hunter. Do you understand what this means once we take this first step? Once we go far enough, there’s no going back — even if you wanted to.”
“I’m ready,” Hunter croaked, the pulse in his neck pounding in time with the throb of his aching cock.
This was really happening.
“Good.” Von looked up at Celina, reaching for her, spreading her long, slender fingers across his broad palm. “Did you bring the Infractions Ledger then?”
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I hope you enjoyed the excerpt. I’ll post another excerpt later this week, so check back often:)
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Until next time!
Maggie Carpenter says
You have crossed my mind often over these last few weeks. Been kicking around a few tumbleweeds of mine own. Super to have you back, and of course, as always, your words are brilliant.
Trent Evans says
Glad to be back, Maggie:) Thank you for saying that (and for commenting)!
Wonderful Trent. I can’t wait for the rest of the story! A sequel for What’s she’s looking for would be great too!!
Trent Evans says
You’re in luck, Marybeth, because a sequel (two, actually) is indeed in the works for WSLF. Thanks for commenting!
I was wondering what you were working on. I loved Maintenance Night and looking forward to more from you and those characters.
Trent Evans says
Good to hear from you again, Vasi! I’m looking forward to having this thing published. I think you’ll like it:)
Willow Madison says
Yeah, a new release! Hunter, Troy, and now Von — you are making it very difficult to wait for more from these yummy Alphas. I know, I know…patience and rewards and all that crap. White Valley sounds like the perfect spot for a nice long visit with Lacey and the other wives.
And 2 new books in the works from WSLF? You’ve made my day now.
Trent Evans says
Thanks, Madison! Definitely no shortage of Alphas in this unique little community…
I’d originally set out to write the whole WSLF trilogy at once (as soon as I realized the story wasn’t going to fit in one book), but other things always seemed to demand my attention. It’s going to be fun to revisit those characters and that world again. I’m hoping you’ll like sequels:)
Willow Madison says
I have no doubt that I will love these sequels, Trent! But…um…where’s the next excerpt?? Can’t leave us hanging like this 🙁
Trent Evans says
Ask and ye shall receive:)