Can Passion be Sinful By Design?

I’ve been working really hard lately – along with my new cover artist, Toby Sullivan, to try and get back on my feet after having had about thirty books released from Rebel Ink Press. It’s tougher than you think. This isn’t about a bad blood situation – just these weren’t selling. So what the heck – I’m a better writer today so I am revamping all of them, adding and subtracting, making them strong stories and in some cases breaking them up into two books instead of one. But I can tell you along with trying to keep up writing new material – this is tough as get out. I work full time with a LONG drive so it’s kicking my ass. BUT… I thought you’d like to take a look at the next one I think that will be coming out. I’ll give you the HOT new cover at the top and the old one in the middle so you can see the comparison. I wrote this one for a friend of my – an attorney who was having troubles with his wife. Just kind of meant in honor. So… Take a taste of…


I’m sorry, Miss. I’ll need to see your license and registration.”

His voice was incredible. The tone husky with a hint of danger nestled all together. The police officer was also gorgeous, the red haze of sunset highlighting his dark eyes and strong chin, the single dimple. Then there was the muscular chest and long legs…SinbyDesign-smalland his gun. Shannon Spencer swallowed hard and attempted not to look straight at his crotch. What was wrong with her lately? Oversexed much? No, her reaction to a man in uniform was more about being totally undersexed. “I’m sorry, Officer. Was I speeding?”

“Yes, ma ‘am you were doing forty five in a thirty. May I see your license and registration please?”

“No, sir. I mean yes, sir. I mean…” Sabrina groaned as she thought about all the ways she could resist, possibly be forced into handcuffs. She fumbled in her wallet, dropping her license twice. A bead of perspiration turned into two and she resisted wiping the dead give away of her raw nerves from her face.

“Miss?” He placed his hand on top of her car and leaned over. “Have you been drinking?”

“At this time of day? Are you crazy?” The words slipped from her mouth before she could stop them. “Shit.”

A smile curled across his lips. He took the both forms of identification from her hands and studied them carefully, one after the other and then again. “Let me check to see if you have a record.”

“A record?” Shannon waited until he swaggered away from the car, his handsome butt right there for her viewing pleasure, until she slapped her hand on the steering wheel. “God. God!” Lowering her head she placed her forehead on the cool leather and closed her eyes. She didn’t need nor could she afford to get a ticket. She thought about why she was driving rather recklessly, seeing his face in her mind’s eye. Blake. Lordy Blake you’re going to kill me. Unable to help herself she giggled.

“Is there something funny about breaking the law, Miss?”

“No. No!” Shannon jerked her head up and seeing the amusement in the officer’s eyes almost derailed her. “Of course not. What I did was wrong, bad. I was a very bad girl.” And you sound like an idiot.

“Yes…” He drew out the word. “You were indeed. We punish bad girls severely I might add.”

SinfulDesign_CoverFINAL-smallI just bet you do. “Yes, sir.” Now she was tingling all over, visions of flogging and being shackled for days on end filtering into her mind.

He eyed her without blinking for what had to be a full minute. When he handed her the cards of identification, he allowed their fingers to touch. “You need to slow down. Your record is stellar so I’m only going to give you a warning this time.”

“Oh thank you!” Shannon snatched her information from his hand.

“However.” The officer held up a single finger. “If I see you around these parts again breaking the law, even jaywalking, I’m going to come down hard on you, punish you severely. Do you understand me, Miss Spencer?”

The words reverberated in her ear. “I… Yes, sir.” The heat had been kicked up a notch or ten.

He tipped his hat, gave her a once over and smiled. “Drive safely now, you hear?”

Shannon realized she was holding her breath as he strutted back to his vehicle. She could see that he had a partner and for some reason the sandwich cookie in her mind was far too delicious. Only in Virginia Beach Virginia could you find cops who were ripped, polite and hungry to rip your clothes off. Oh boy. This was going to be some weekend.


“What did you say? Arrested?”

“No arrested, Jenna. I was pulled over by a cop who looked like the terminator in sexy clothes. I am telling you I was ready to be taken to prison,” Shannon breathed.

“Woman, you are in such need and the cops are strict around here. You need to be careful.”

Careful? She was anything but. She started to retort when her phone rang. Seeing the caller she moaned audibly. “Blake.”

“Tell me, re you ready for me? Are you ready to succumb to my every desire?”

Shannon wanted nothing more than to succumb to the man who was driving her crazy. “Yes, sir.”

“I wonder if you truly are.”

“I am, I so am sir.” Panting, she waved her hand across her face.

“Mmm… Good. Tell me this. Are you ready for me to slide my cock deep inside that wet…slick…hot pussy of yours?” The growl was savage, almost desperate.

“Um yes, and I think you can’t wait to feel how wet I am for you either. I also believe you can’t wait to slide your tongue inside my pussy, tasting me for the first time.” She sighed, every part of her body tingling with desire. She closed her eyes as his husky voice sent raging shivers dancing down her spine. This was their game, their playtime.BW in handcuffs

“Mmmm, you’re right. I have no doubt that your honey is as sweet as the nectar of the heavens. Trust me sunshine, I will make you cum so many times you can’t stand for a week. Can you handle that? More importantly, can you handle me driving into your sweet little pussy?”

“Handle huh? Bring it on and more.” Dear God, I’m so damn wet.

“You know. I think your little ass needs to be turned cherry red from being so very naughty too. A few cracks of my whip should bring you into line.” His voice dropped into a deep timbre, suggesting wicked, dangerous acts.


Bad girls deserve to be in handcuffs…

Speed dating? No way! Yet Romance Reviewer, Shannon Spencer had agreed on a dare and tried the latest rage. Sadly, she was left with a horrific taste in her mouth. After several frustrating blind dates, she turned to the Internet for comfort. When her best friend suggested she merely talk with a long time friend, Shannon balked – that is until the two began to talk. Well-respected attorney, Blake Worthington was older, charming and had a way with words. Their discussions quickly turned up the heat. While Shannon was burned out from an ex-fiancé who had left her at the alter, she wanted the adventure to continue. Blake held the key to her most shameless erotic desires, revealed during countless nights on the computer. She trusted him and desired to take their passionate moments to another level.

Finally indulging in a meeting over dinner, they agreed to succumb to one uninhibited weekend. Not only did Blake have a design, sinful by nature, in mind to drive her into a roar of ecstasy, he had surprises of his own to give her including a torrid event with two very hot-blooded police officers. The men happened to be his good friends and ones helping him solve a serious problem, one he could never admit to. The weekend was spectacular and both were left wanting more. Unfortunately real life interceded, forcing Blake into shadowy conversations after their night of passion with the lawmen. Incensed, Shannon ended their sizzling affair, until Blake was finally forced to reveal a damning secret and one that had devastated him for years. Could she learn to accept the fallacies of the man she’d fallen in love with?

What do you think – gonna be a hot one or what?

Kisses and spanks and don’t drink too much eggnog


About Cassandre Dayne

Cassandre Dayne is the pseudo for the best selling author of romantic suspense and thrillers
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