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Jul 14, 2015

Perfect Notes by Jaye Peaches

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Perfect Notes by Jaye Peaches

Perfect NotesCallie is all he desires—the tonic for his dominance. But to fulfill their dreams, she must succumb to his passions.

Amateur clarinetist Callie turns up for an orchestra rehearsal following a six-week absence to find a new conductor in residence—Stefan, a charismatic man with ambitions of being a composer. After he gives her a lift home, he invites her to his house for a practice session. What begins as a music lesson ends with a passionate display of dominance by Stefan.

As their sexual affair blossoms, Callie is increasingly drawn to find out more about her aspiring composer and why he is a potent lover in the bedroom. When she turns up unexpectedly at his house, she is shocked to find him in the company of a naked woman. Horrified to think that he might have betrayed her, she calls an end to their relationship, but persistent Stefan begs for a second chance.

Encouraged by her boss to resolve her feelings toward Stefan, Callie seeks out a friend of his, hoping to understand what drives him to dominate, but the given explanation creates more unresolved issues for Callie. Determined to seek out the truth, she plans to confront Stefan. But by then, he has gone abroad. Callie must make a decision—cash in her savings and follow Stefan, or banish him from her life. If she does the latter, she will never understand the nature of the intense emotions he has awakened within her. Does she dare to love him?

Genre: Contemporary Romance
Content/Theme(s): BDSM, D/s, Musicians, Dominance, Submission
Release Date: July 14, 2015
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“You’re a singer?” I fingered Nettie’s keys.

“I had lessons. Sang in a few concerts. Composing is my passion.” He rose. A tall man. Solid but lean.

My lungs were definitely picking up a pace.

He tapped his ribs with the tips of his fingers. “Here.”

I nodded and put the clarinet in my mouth, imagining my diaphragm sinking into my pelvis. I played a long note, trying to keep it pitched perfectly. By the end, my head buzzed and flashing stars appeared before my eyes.

“Play me something you like.”

Another step toward me.

“Close your eyes and relax.”

Play something. I racked my brain. Then the obvious slipped in. Before continuing, I took a sip of water from the glass. I licked my lips, running my tongue around them. He followed the rotation of my tongue with his widening eyes. I showed him my pearly white teeth. My pride. I looked after them well.

He smiled. A radiant Stefan smile. I was learning to recognize them. I slipped the clarinet back in my mouth and closed my eyes. Mozart’s clarinet concerto, second movement. I’d learned it years ago, when it had been far too difficult for me. Now, I thought I’d mastered it. I would never perform at The Proms or a concert hall, but I could carry the melancholy melody and let it soar.

The room’s acoustics were perfect. Truly a pleasure to play in the surroundings. When I had finished, I opened my eyes and he had moved even closer. I hadn’t noticed. He circled me and came to stand behind me. He touched my waist.

“More. More from here.” He rested the palm of his right hand on my belly.

I shivered. Behind me, he radiated heat. A delightful warmth.

He pressed his heavy hand on my navel. “Push it out.”

I sucked in as much air as I could and forced out my stomach, letting my pelvis drop, creating a vacuum in my lungs.

“Better,” he whispered. “This time quicker.” He looped his other hand around me.

I repeated my inhalation, snatching a lungful. I blew a long note before launching into the Mozart a second time.

Oh, my God. I’d never played with somebody touching me before. When I looked down, the rise and fall of his arm was visible.

“Close your eyes.” He squeezed my sides. “Don’t be nervous.”

Nervous? My legs had gone to jelly. His breathing, which was quicker than mine, landed on my neck. I struggled to hold my breath, to reach the end of the phrase. My eyes flickered as I fought the dizziness. I swayed and he steadied me.

“Keep going.”

I couldn’t stop even if I tried. I leaned backward, almost resting my head on his chest. For a few minutes, I was quite lost, as he trapped me with his roving hands. They slid up and down in time to the tune, stroking me, and I continued to breathe into his gentle embrace.

“That’s good,” he muttered.

I felt him. My bottom slotted between his hips and I had no doubts about the hardness. I rose up on my toes, sliding backward into him. His erection bulged.

The clarinet slipped out of my mouth. My lips parted and I lost the connection with her. Something else had captured me.

He lowered his mouth and kissed the side of my neck, a gentle caress of his lips. He sighed, releasing his breath slowly, like a gentle puff, and the heat bloomed across my heaving chest. He lifted the edge of my sweatshirt and his fingertips made contact with my skin. I snatched a breath. He journeyed up my belly, higher, while he continued to kiss and explore my neck.

I clung to Nettie, fearful that I might drop her. It wasn’t the only part of me clenching. I recognized the familiar sensation. Months had gone by without it. I’d neglected my poor sex, apart from the occasional frantic rub under the bedcovers. I moaned.

I should have been saying no. Perhaps have pushed him away and created space between us. We’d only met a week ago and I’d spent more time in his car than anywhere else.

He reached my breast. He probed with a finger under the elasticated band of my bra, stretching it until the strap popped over my nipple, freeing it. He rolled my nipple between his finger and thumb. It sprang to attention. My little pebble responded on cue to his touch.

“Oh, God.” I drooled, licking the saliva away from my lips.

He hunted under my top with his other hand, finding my covered breast and releasing it from the cup. My bra bounced up onto my chest and hung there loosely.

“Callie,” he whispered. “Tell me to stop and I will. Otherwise, I’m going to take you.”

Oh, fuck. Yes. Take me.

I swallowed hard and twisted around, forcing a gap to protect Nettie from being crushed between us. I gazed up at his face. Bright eyes twinkled in my direction. “Is this part of the lesson?” I asked.

He curled his lips upward, an increasingly familiar expression of intent. “Most definitely. My own special tuition.”
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Other titles by Jaye Peaches:
Bound by
Her Promise
Heart Strings
by Him
Book 3
by Him
Book 2
by Him
Book 1
In Enemy
Alice &
the Colonel
to Serve
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