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Will You Dance, Miss Laurence?
Will You Dance, Miss Laurence?
Will You Dance, Miss Laurence?
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Will You Dance, Miss Laurence?

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Dancing lessons were supposed to be fun, but who ever heard of attending them without your knickers on?

Shibari Master Ryan is intrigued by Ava, so when his cousin asks a favor, he is only too happy to help Ava out of the rut she says she is in.

Will her past allow her to enjoy his bondage, or will true submission prove a step too much?

Be Warned: BDSM, bondage

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Release dateMar 23, 2013
ISBN9781771303231
Will You Dance, Miss Laurence?
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Raven McAllan

After 30 plus years in Scotland, Raven now lives near the east Yorkshire coast, with her long-suffering husband, who is used to rescuing the dinner, when she gets immersed in her writing, keeping her coffee pot warm and making sure the wine is chilled. With a new home to decorate and a garden to plan, she’s never short of things to do, but writing is always at the top of her list. Her other hobbies include walking along the coast and spotting the wildlife, reading, researching, cros stitch and trying not to drop stitches as she endeavours to knit. Being left-handed, and knitting right-handed, that’s not always easy.

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    Will You Dance, Miss Laurence? - Raven McAllan

    Published by Evernight Publishing at Smashwords

    www.evernightpublishing.com

    Copyright© 2013 Raven McAllan

    ISBN: 978-1-77130-323-1

    Cover Artist: Sour Cherry Designs

    Editor: JS Cook

    Proofreader: Adam Link

    ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

    WARNING: The unauthorized reproduction or distribution of this copyrighted work is illegal. No part of this book may be used or reproduced electronically or in print without written permission, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in reviews.

    This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, and places are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

    DEDICATION

    To my reditor in chief Doris and her minions, and all at EP.

    Thank you all. 

    WILL YOU DANCE, MISS LAURENCE?

    Dance Studio, 1

    Raven McAllan

    Copyright © 2013

    Chapter One

    So, Miss Laurence. He peered at the form in an exaggerated manner and then looked up at her from under lowered lids. It made his expression hard to read. You want to dance? His gaze returned to the form.

    What on earth had she written there that was so fascinating? Surely 'don't eat cheese', or 'no allergies or illnesses' wasn't so interesting or worrying that he had to read the thing twice?

    Ava Laurence rolled her eyes. She made sure her companion didn't see her. Why else would she be here?

    Well…

    His stare stopped her in her tracks. Now she knew how a fly felt trapped by a spider. She swallowed, her mouth was suddenly dry and the palms of her hands were damp.

    Um, yes please, Sir.

    Sir? Where the hell did that come from? The last person I called Sir was my headmaster when he gave me detention. He as sure as hell didn't make me want to roll over and have my tummy tickled. Or my ass spanked. She shut her eyes; no way was she going there.

    Good, I'll see you tomorrow at nine pm. He scowled at the registration form that he still held in his hands. Oh and Miss Laurence?

    Ava stopped playing with her car keys. The silence was heavy. She lifted her eyes to his face. Um, yeah?

    No sass or back chat. Wear a dress with a full skirt. He paused. No jeans. The look he gave to her legs was disparaging. Ditch the bra. Your breasts don't need one. And no panties. He turned on his heel and left her standing, open mouthed in the middle of the room.

    Well, as a farewell speech, that took the biscuit. Ava stared for a moment, then shook her head and left

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