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Award Winning BDSM Romance – Suspended Game by Roz Lee

Authors are insecure creatures. We toil away at our craft, telling stories from the heart, hoping someone out there will ‘get’ what we were trying to say, or at the very least, enjoy the story. Like nervous parents, we dress our progeny in the best we can afford and send them off into the world hoping they will be the popular kid and not the one bullied and made fun of.

It’s tough. We have to develop a thick skin, for like parents with multiple children, we find that each child is different, thus received in different ways by the reading public. Some of our precious ones are ridiculed, some are ignored. Some are praised. To be praised by other parents, our peers, is unique validation. Others who understand the processes of our brains, who know how difficult it is to craft a story that conveys the human condition and takes the reader on a journey of discovery and, ultimately in our genre, to a happy ending, have read our work and found it exceptional.

It’s a heady feeling. One that humbles and exalts at the same time.

This summer, SUSPENDED GAME received dual honors.

Many thanks to my peers in the Passionate Ink chapter of Romance Writers of America for honoring Suspended Game with the Passionate Plume Award for Best Erotic Historical Romance.


More recently, the wonderful folks at the BDSM Writers Con honored Suspended Game with a Golden Flogger Award as Best Light BDSM Book of the Year.


Here’s the actual, handmade gold flogger! It’s too pretty to use, but oh, how tempting it is!! LOL


Here’s an excerpt from SUSPENDED GAME.

Before she could change her mind, she went to the other window and pulled the shade low, deepening the gloom to twilight. Once she’d discarded her slip and panties, she crossed to the bed and flicked on the lamp on the nightstand. She picked up the gloves, then set the box carefully aside before pulling the covers back and lying down. It felt positively wicked to lie naked in the waning daylight.

Evelyn pulled the gloves on, then picked up the letter.

I can see you in my mind, beautiful woman. Your creamy skin is like silk, and your breasts are topped with dusky pink rosettes. Am I right, my darling? If so, touch yourself there. Draw your fingers over those peaks. Tease them with your fingertips until they stand tall and proud. If I were there, I’d take them in my mouth and worship them. I’d cup them in my palms like the precious globes they are. Can you imagine my touch, sweet girl? Does it feel good when I touch you? Do you want more?

Move your hand lower, darling. Stroke your palms over your stomach to the swell of your womanhood. God, you are so lovely. It’s hard to write this with my eyes closed, but I must see you as you are now. Do the gloves feel good on your skin? Do they add to your excitement?

Breathe deep, my lovely. Can you smell your arousal as I can?

Evelyn inhaled, filling her lungs. Indeed, the musk of her arousal hung heavy in the air. She let the breath out on a groan.

I wish I had something of yours, a handkerchief or a pair of panties, to carry with me. Maybe it is best that I do not. I don’t think I could bear to breathe you in and not touch you. That’s why I held your hand the other night. I had to feel your skin against mine, darling. It was as necessary to me as breathing air.

Did you feel the same way? I think you did. You could have pulled your hand away, but you did not. Could you feel my need as I could feel yours?

Move your hand lower, dear girl. You must be aching for release by now. If I were there, your waiting would be over, but since I am not, you will need to ease the pain yourself. Do not be shy. There is no one but you and I here, and I want there to be no secrets between us.

Find your clitoris, Evelyn. That little nub of desire needs your attention. Rub it lightly. Doesn’t the leather feel wonderful, as if someone else’s hand is there between your legs? Can you see me there, sweet woman, my body alongside yours, my hand cupping your mound of Venus?

You need more, don’t you, darling? I’m going to give you everything you need. Open your legs wider. Let your middle finger find the wellspring of your honey. That’s it, sweet girl. Dip your finger inside for me. Flex your wrist so the heel of your hand is flat against your clitoris.

Ah, yes, that feels so good, doesn’t it, sweet thing? Rock your hand. Do you see me, Evelyn? Am I there with you, giving you pleasure? You are near to coming, I can feel your body tensing, preparing to fly. Work your finger in and out. Faster. Harder. So near to the edge you can taste the air of freedom. Just one more thing, and I’ll let you come, my darling. Arch your back, baby. Show me your beautiful breasts.

Yes, that’s the way. Thank you, darling. You are so perfect. I knew you would be. Force that finger deep and hard. Yes! Come for me, sweet Evelyn. Let go. I’m there to catch you.

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HOLT Medallion Finalist – Suspended Game

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In 1936, everything is a scandal.


Last weekend, I had the pleasure of attending an awards luncheon hosted by the Virginia Romance Writers. Even though SUSPENDED GAME did not win a HOLT Medallion, I was honored to have made the final round in the Extra Spicy/Erotic category.

Many, many thanks to the wonderful ladies who put so much time and effort into making the day special.

With a garden party theme, hats and gloves were the order of the day. Since I resemble Micky Mouse when I put on white gloves, I passed on that, but I did wear a hat!


The table settings were lovely. Everyone got to take home their teacups!


This is a very small sample of the fabulous desserts that were made and served by the chapter members!


I didn’t score a Medallion, but I did take home a certificate.

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Here’s a little something about SUSPENDED GAME.

After five years spent proving his innocence in a gambling scheme, Jimmy Doyle Walker is back on the field for the Washington Diplomats. Given one season to demonstrate he can still contribute to the team, he guards his secrets well, knowing exposure of his unorthodox sex life would create a career-ending scandal. When he meets Evelyn Gardner, she tests his resolve, and he risks everything to show her the delights to be found in his arms.

Living day-to-day as a switchboard operator, Evelyn Gardner loathes the sexual cravings that cost her the home and family she’d always dreamed of. When she meets Jimmy Doyle Walker, the sexy first baseman for the Washington Diplomats, at a church revival meeting, he challenges her beliefs and her expectations. Determinedly, he seduces her through erotic letters, sensual gifts, and sexual play, until she dares dream she can have satisfaction and respectability.

Too bad her father, the preacher, seems set on ruining not only their reputations but also their lives.


Sliding his hand beneath hers, he clasped his fingers around her wrist. Her pulse raced as fast as his, another reason he shouldn’t be doing what he was. Neither one of them was ready for what he wanted to do with her, but it was only her hand, he reasoned. Touching her this way was inappropriate as hell, but he couldn’t stop. He needed to feel her skin, and it was imperative that she get used to him touching her. It was never too soon to begin teaching her to accept him.

“Keep your eyes on mine, sugar. Don’t look away, no matter what.” He explored her fingers with his thumb, rubbing it along the length of each one before repeating the process, this time gently nudging into the soft flesh between each digit as he went from one to the next. When her eyes dilated and her breath grew shallow, he almost came in his pants. Shit, she was a natural submissive, and he couldn’t wait to have her completely under his spell. The things he’d do to her body. The pleasure he’d wring from both of them.

“Your hand is incredible, sugar. I can imagine these fingers shoving in, pulling out. All. Day. Long.” He turned her hand over and began massaging her palm with his thumb. “Does your hand cramp at the end of the day?”

“Sometimes.” Her lips barely moved as she formed the word.

He pressed his thumb hard into the center of her hand. Her fingers instinctively curled inward, encasing his thumb in the sweetness of her embrace. He returned to stroking her skin. “And do you massage the ache away? Alone? In your bed?”

Heat crept from the prim lace collar of her dress to her neckline, yet she held tight to his thumb. God, he could do this all night, tease her, stoke her need. One day soon he’d take care of her himself, but tonight, it would be enough to know that the hand he held in his now would be between her legs tonight, massaging away the ache he’d put there.

The clatter of plates and squeak of rubber soles on linoleum alerted him that they were soon to be interrupted. He glanced up and noted the waitress headed their way. With a gentle smile, he tugged his thumb from her grasp and pulled his hand to his side of the table. Turning her face to the wall, Evelyn tucked her hands into her lap.

Once the waitress left, he reached for her again. “Give me your other hand.” She hesitated for only a second before presenting her gloved hand to him. He stripped the garment from her fingers, set it atop the other one. “Eat.”

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Happy Valentine’s Day from Roz Lee

Roz Lee here, wishing you a very happy Valentine’s Day!

Pardon me while I brag, just a little.

Many thanks to Smexy and FabulousPromotions for this honor!


In celebration, and because tomorrow is Valentine’s Day, here’s a snippet from SPECIAL DELIVERY VALENTINE.


Rachel fanned her fingers through Sophia’s hair, cradling her head and studying her face with an intensity that made Sophia shiver. “I feel it, too.”

Her gaze drifted to Sophia’s lips. Slowly, she lowered her head. Their mouths met. Sophia opened, allowing Rachel to plunge her tongue inside. Heat blazed a path straight to her pussy. She ground against the thigh wedged between her own, seeking relief. Her lover complied, pushing harder against her, setting a steady rhythm that eased the ache while building a deeper one at the same time.

“Put your hands on me.” Rachel growled the order then went back to plundering Sophia’s mouth. Not one to disregard an order, especially when she’d been dying to touch her almost from the first instant she’d laid eyes on her, she moved her hands to cup the woman’s ass.

The word “fine” didn’t do it justice. Firm and round, she could squeeze it all day long, but she was eager to know every inch of the magnificent body lying atop hers. Trailing her hands up, she followed the line of Rachel’s trim waist, over her rib cage to the pert breasts she’d imagined touching. She brushed her thumb over the small nipple, groaning when it hardened from her attention. Closing her palm over the mound, she squeezed hard enough to elicit a gasp from her lover.

“God, Sophia. Do that again.” 

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