Release Weekend for Daisy Dominatrix!

Now Available on Kindle, Nook and ARe

Print copies will soon be available! I've listed a Goodreads giveaway for one print copy for August 7.

Goodreads Book Giveaway

Daisy Dominatrix

by Jennifer L. Hart

Giveaway ends August 07, 2012.
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Excerpt:

 

I shook my head. “What contest?”

            “A customer satisfaction contest. It’s a county wide event to stimulate the local economy. Any business with less than four full time employees is eligible. Have every single client you see fill out a ballot. The winner with the most ballots gets a free billboard and newspaper advertising.”

            “Wow, that would be terrific, especially during tax season.”

            “My sentiments exactly. Enjoy your lunch.”

            Since I was meeting up with my mother it was unlikely but I appreciated the sentiment. Climbing into my little red Prius, I motored the few blocks to the Chinese restaurant nestled between the post office and Lynn’s Laundromat.

            The server, Kym, greeted me like an old friend. “Good to see you today, Daisy. Your mother is already seated.”

            “Fantabulous.” Shrugging out of my coat, I followed Kym to our usual booth nestled back in the kitchen. My mother stood up and gave me a hug. She was wearing a white sweater dress with a large gold belt made of shiny disks and white satin pumps. Her hair was tucked under a fuzzy white hat, a look that transformed her into a Bond girl—retired, but still stunning.

            “Daisy, sweetums, how are you, how’s work going, are you seeing anyone new?”

            “Mom, can you wait until I sit down to commence the interrogation?” My mother was nosy with a capitol N. She called it “being involved in my life,” and though she wasn’t a gossip her onslaught of questions always unsettled me. I tried to stick to safe topics but between work and Catwoman, my life was either very boring or way too hot to handle.

            “Sorry, hon, it’s just that you haven’t been around too much lately. I’m curious, you know.”

            “Oh, I know.” Kym came up to take my drink order. Mom was sipping from a dainty cup of hot Chinese tea. If I were smart, I’d have the same.

            “Sierra Mist,” I said.

            Mom grimaced. “Oh honestly Daisy, that stuff is pure sugar. You’ll end up with adult acne and cavities and then where will you be?”
            “At the dentist, and dermatologist I’d imagine. They have families to feed, too. Cycle of life, Mom.”

            The best part about mom was that she had a very short attention span and my choice in beverages was soon forgotten as she headed for murkier territory. “So, what’s new?”

            I stared at the silk screen portraying a classic Chinese garden with Koi pond and a looming heron while mentally ticking through what I’d been doing since last week. Spanking, ball gag, translating W-2’s, W-4’s, filing, flogging. One guy had brought his girlfriend in to our session and I’d supervised as she beat his fleshy ass with a riding crop while he wore a butt plug with a horse tail. I pictured explaining that to Mom and grimaced.

            Sometimes not sharing was caring.

            “Not much,” I said. “How’s work?”

            Mom launched into a blow by blow of her business—real estate,—her dates—there’d been four—and her yoga class. My mother was a voluptuous woman with a very full life. So was I, although I couldn’t talk about it in vanilla settings.

            Mom ordered a bowl of hot and sour soup and a plate of steamed broccoli. I went with General Tao’s chicken, pork fried rice and a spring roll.

            “You know Daisy, I have this cute little Cape Cod,” Mom began.

            I resisted the urge to bang my head on the table. “Mom, we’ve had this talk. I am not ready to become a homeowner. Besides, Aunt Robbie needs me there.”

            “Pish,” Mom waved her French manicure in a dismissive gesture. “Roberta would be fine on her own.”

            “No, Mom, she wouldn’t. She has hoarding tendencies. If I didn’t go in and routinely throw out stuff, she’d be buried under a mountain of crap.”

            What I didn’t say was that Aunt Roberta only started hoarding after my mother and I had moved out the first time. We’d lived with her for most of my childhood out of necessity. Roberta had taken us in and supported us while Mom was busy getting her realtor’s license and building her business. She’d been devastated when Mom bought her own place and we’d moved out. She had no children of her own, was retired from the post office and nothing to occupy her time except stuff. And more stuff.

            Mom knew all this, so there was no sense rehashing the obvious. It wasn’t her fault she didn’t want to live with her sister anymore, but she couldn’t understand why I did.

            We parted with a hug and a vague inclination to meet up over the weekend, which would never happen. Mom was usually booked Friday night through Sunday afternoon, excluding all federal holidays.

            I spent the rest of the afternoon at my desk ironing out Duran Price’s hodgepodge of receipts and wondering if he would follow through with dinner.

            At quarter to three, Chloe perched on the edge of my desk. “Do you have anyone else scheduled for today?”

            I shook my head. “My three o’clock called to reschedule.”

            “Plans tonight?”

            “Tonight’s scrapbooking.” Liar liar, flogger on fire.

            “Why don’t you call it a day? Frenchy and I can manage.”

            I smiled, grateful. Denise flipped her the bird, which Chloe ignored. Gathering up the mess of receipts, I stuffed them into my laptop bag, collected the rest of my things and left. Madame Minerva’s here I come.

Happy release weekend! 

~Jenn