My Body-Mine by Blakely Bennett, a Story of Lust, Love, and Liberation

my_body_mineMy Body-Mine ($15.95, 324 pages, ISBN: 978-1-60381-534-5), by Blakely Bennett, is the final episode in the My Body erotic suspense trilogy. In Books 1 and 2 Jane abandons her mundane existence as a successful businesswoman and willingly becomes the financially-dependent sexual plaything of two charismatic men, only to discover that their exhilarating game poses unforeseen dangers to both her body and her mind. In Book 3 she discovers what she truly desires from life and love.

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5 Stars: “After the first two books I was emotionally invested in the characters and wondered what would become of Jane’s future.  I had a hard time putting this book down to go about my life. This book did not disappoint.  I absolutely loved the ending–the perfect ending for an emotional roller-coaster journey. ”  Read more ….

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“MY BODY-MINE is a great end to a really fantastic trilogy! I am truly a fan of Blakely Bennett’s imaginative and emotional work. I am excited to see what she has in store for her readers next!”  Read more….

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Jane has accepted that her relationship with her husband Luke, who drew her in to the dark side of BDSM, is over. She has taken refuge at the home of Luke’s powerful friend Marcello and his submissive, Janice. With Marcello’s patience exhausted, Jane must either submit to his demands or move on from his household and his support. Ultimately, she signs a six month contract of sexual servitude but, as Marcello and Jane grow closer, Janice feels neglected and jealous, creating tension in their normally easy daily rhythm.

In an effort to help Jane, her best friend Parker introduces her to Chase, a confident and flirtatious man who lacks the arrogance of either Luke or Marcello. Jane’s rapport with Chase is lighthearted and subtle, allowing her to gain a new perspective on men. She is intensely attracted to Chase but does not feel free to consider him as more than a friend.

Once Jane gets a real picture of Marcello’s extremes, she knows what she must do. Her feelings about Luke and Marcello and her own sexuality must be resolved before she can find true love with a man who appreciates everything she has to offer. Can she possibly find the kink she has come to desire without the full-time submission?

“I experienced a mix of emotions upon completing My Body-Mine,” says Blakely. “I accomplished my goal, which was in itself gratifying. I also felt sad to say goodbye to Jane, my protagonist. The most interest part of the journey to becoming an author has been meeting people who think my novels are true and my characters are real. I’m flattered that they feel the stories so deeply that they believe the My Body Trilogy is based on actual events.”

Blakely Bennett has been residing in the great Northwest for over seven years. She graduated from Nova Southeastern University with a degree in psychology, which accounts for her interest in crafting the personalities, struggles, and motivations of her characters. Click here to find Blakely on the Web.

Keep reading for an excerpt:

“You don’t get it,” I said. “I don’t have any desire to see Luke again. I just wanted to see the house. I expected it to be occupied by different people, not by all our furniture and belongings.” I really wanted the conversation to be over, but I still had questions. “And Janice? Did you talk to her? Resolve anything? Do you know what she thinks about you and us?”

“No, and yes.”

“You can’t keep shutting me out. I did what you recommended and talked with her. What’s going on with you is affecting my relationship with her and the comfort level in this house.”

“I realize that, but the situation isn’t easily remedied.”

“Well, it might help if I understood the situation. What is going on? Is she right about your feelings for me?”

Staring into his glass, he said, “It’s not uncommon when a Dom brings a new sub into the house that she tends to get more attention for a while.”

“You’re going to speak to me in generalities?”

“What is it you want to hear?” He kept his eyes on the bottom of the glass.

“The truth would be good.” But as the words came out I wished I could take them back.

“I’m in love with you.” He sighed and sank back against the couch.

His answer, although not unexpected, knocked the wind out of me. “And obsessed?” I heard myself say, my voice nearly inaudible.

“A bit.”

“And Janice?”

“I love her but it’s different. And right now—”

“So she was right then.”

“Yes.”

“What do you plan to do?” I felt anger and confusion in equal measure.

Marcello placed his glass on the end table next to him and said, “This is one of those situations that just takes time.”

“Janice didn’t sound particularly patient,” I said.

“She’ll be visiting one of my good friends next weekend.”

“That’s the solution?”

“The immediate one, yes.”

The silence stretched between us. I felt pain in my heart. I knew very well how it felt to love someone more than they loved you. I had loved Luke more than he loved me, more than I even loved myself, and it had cost us both way too much. And now somehow I’d become the withholder, sandwiched between Janice and Marcello’s relationship.

Marcello loved me? I still couldn’t wrap my mind around that. It left me to wonder if his love stemmed from my refusal—or my inability—to surrender. A man like Marcello wasn’t used to be being denied. I knew I could never love another person as much I had loved Luke or that I even sought to.

Keeping the thoughts to myself, I said, “I honestly don’t see how sending her away will help but I’m not Janice.” Sliding over to the corner of the couch so I sat close enough to touch Marcello’s arm I said, “What is it you want from me, Marcello? And please don’t say ‘everything.’ ”

He chuckled but the light didn’t reach his eyes. “Di dare amore una possibilità.”

“Which means?”

“To give love a chance.”

“That takes time,” I said.

“Yes, and that we have. Come sleep with me tonight.”

“Wouldn’t it be better if you came to my—”

“Get ready for bed and come to me.” He lifted the tumbler of scotch and drained the contents. As he glowered over me, I felt his palpable sadness.

“Okay,” I said and rose up to kiss his full lips.

Heading to my room I wondered why he seemed so sad.

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