Bio:

Marty Rayne lives in Florida, enjoying her time as a stay at home mom of twin boys. She is a licensed massage therapist on sabbatical and taking time to learn Sa Bok Do Karate with her children. Between her jobs as wife, mom, grandmother - yes, her older children have already made her a grandmother- and social planner for her family, Marty writes hot, erotic fiction. She likes variety, so she plays in a multitude of genres including fantasy, gay, BDSM, paranormal, and fun contemporary, along with a few ménage trios here and there. There's no limit to her imagination.

You can find out about Marty and her books at her website: http://www.martyrayne.com/.


Testing Passion excerpts:

http://www.king-cart.com/Phaze/product=Testing+Passion+by+Marty+Rayne

#1- (explicit)

She flicked the whip a couple more times getting the feel of it before finally turning to her guinea pig. She'd thought her actions would finally receive the fearful reaction she was expecting, but when she looked at Damien, her pulse quickened and her panties got a fresh douse of wetness.

Instead of fear, Janet witnessed raw lust burning in his chocolate brown eyes. She never knew eyes could shine so bright that they almost glowed. It was more than his eyes telling her he was excited. Damien was rock hard, his cock standing straight out like a diving board ready to be used. She used the tips of the whip and dragged them across the stiff flesh. His body flinched and a deep growl sounded from his throat.

An unaccustomed feeling of power swarmed over her. She'd not even touched him and already he was excited and ready. Had she ever had this kind of power over a man? Thinking back to the few lovers she'd had, the answer was no. Like Alan, the others hadn't allowed her the freedom Damien was insisting upon. They hadn't allowed her complete control and trust. None had looked at her with such fierce hunger. It made her pause.

"I trust you." The words were spoken so soft she barely heard them over the loud pounding of her heart, but they were enough to spur her into action. He trusted her not to hurt him. Not to let things go too far. They had their safe word. She wasn't sure she could have that much trust in him if the roles were reversed.

Janet moved so that she stood behind him again, but this time a little to his left. He did not turn his head to watch, merely stared ahead…waiting. She looked at the scrumptious flesh before her and wondered if she could really hit him. Could she slash the leather lashes across the smooth unmarred ass and watch it turn pink?

She wanted to. The urge to watch his body jerk as the leather touched him was strong. That strange feminine power rose inside of her, demanding to show her dominance over this man who could physically overcome her with ease. She had gifts. Gifts born to all females like seduction and feminine wiles.

Raising the hand that held the whip, she swung and let the lashes fall. His body jumped in surprise and let out a quick gasp. Immediately she let another swing fall on his other ass cheek.

"Are they too soft now?" she asked in a trembling voice. She didn't know if it was from the excitement of having him at her mercy or the sight of his ass muscles contracting in recovery.

"More." She barely heard him. He cleared his throat and spoke louder, his voice shaky. "I can't tell yet."

#2 -

Sitting on the couch she sliced open the tape. Damien came and sat next to her. His jean-clad leg touched her cotton covered one and she swore his heat soaked through to her skin. Turning her focus to the box, she reached out, opening the lid.

"Hmmm. Interesting," she commented as she began pulling the contents out.

The first item was a twenty-inch whip with many lashes on one end. It looked similar to a cat-o-nine tails whip. The handle was heavier than the other two she'd previously been sent. It was wrapped in leather and it felt good in her hand. Comfortable. The multiple strips that flared from the end were also made of the same sturdy leather encasing the handle. Janet put it aside when she realized Damien was watching her with intense scrutiny.

Reaching back in the box, she pulled out the next item. A bottle of lotion. She quickly read the label and out of habit she opened the top and smelled it. Banana. She liked bananas. The label said that when it is rubbed into the skin it warms. When it's blown upon, it heats up. She'd seen other brands, but had never tried one.

"They had to adjust the formula," Damien informed her as she set the bottle next to the whip. "Apparently it burned unpleasantly when it should have just heated."

Janet laughed. "And you trust me to use that on you?"

He smiled. "Only if you are careful where you apply it, until we know that this formula is right."

She raised a shaped brow at him. "If you are a good boy." Where had that come from? Was she actually flirting with him? Well, if she was going to have sex with him, might as well have fun.

The next item was a vibrating anal plug. It was clear and Janet could see the small bullet vibrator encased in the silicone. The shape reminded her of one of those new styled baby bottle nipples. It had several curves, the last one being the widest. It had a suction cup base and the box said that it had four different speeds.

"Still want to do this?" She held the strange shaped plug up for Damien to see.

"I'm not that easy to scare off," he said with a chuckle.

Putting the plug aside with the others, she took out the next box. The cover advertised an easy and safe way to hogtie your partner. She took out the two straps that formed an X and felt the cool, thick nylon in her fingers. At each end were cuffs made of leather. The two that were smaller were meant for the wrists, while the other two were for the ankles. The cuffs had buckles that were locked in place with small padlocks.

Janet shook her head. Alan would never have agreed to help her with these things. He hadn't been too keen on the idea of bondage and refused to help her with anything that had to do with being bound and a state of helpless. Sometimes she asked her best friend Carol to come and help her out. Carol, too, was hesitant when it came to bondage, but she allowed Janet to use some of the products, both women clothed of course, and she gave honest opinions about it. Then they would switch positions. However, doing it that way lacked excitement Janet knew these toys could evoke.

Janet found the sensation of being bound exhilarating. As she held the contraption, she briefly wondered what it would feel like being the one in charge. The one watching another bound in such a way that he was vulnerable to all she did.

"Still not scared?"

Damien shook his head. He said nothing, only continued watching her closely.

Janet took the last two small boxes out. They were condoms. One box stated they were supposed to glow in the dark. The other was mint scented. She started laughing.

"What's so funny?" he asked looking confused.

Janet looked at Damien and tried to figure out how to explain what had made her laugh. "I guess I'm just trying to figure out if I'd rather see a glowing dick coming at me or have the scent of mint left on me."