Reviews:
"Ms. Jordan has an exceptional knack for creating dynamic, erotic characters that are well fleshed out. This story is a great example of that. I loved the way Neva and Isaak relate to one another. How Isaak goes about seducing Neva is one of the draws of this book. One falls in love with him and his ability to understand how the past has hindered Neva's ability to trust men let alone want a sexual relationship with them. This story moves at a fast pace, but doesn't suffer from it. The addition of the mysterious killer puts an element of suspense in an already great story. The reader will want to keep reading just to find out who it is and if they are like me they will be very surprised! The sexual scenes add just the right amount of erotic touch to this story. I enjoyed reading this a lot and would recommend it to anyone who loves paranormal romance with an edge of danger." - 4 1/2 hearts, Tj, The Romance Studio
"Submissive by author Isabella Jordan is a charming and very sexy stand alone story, second in the Leopard Tails series. Also, Submissive is a special paranormal in that it deals with a woman’s personal horror in a sensitive manner as Neva learns to live, lust, and love because of the man who has the patience, friendship and tenderness to bring her out of herself. The killer is part of a secondary plotline used to bring them together although definitely the weaker part of the story. Isaac teaches Neva that sex and lovemaking can be completely different things as well. Submissive is a sweet and sexy little gem." - Lisa, Joyfully Reviewed
Excerpt:
“You’re lovely.” Isaak’s lips were swollen, his blue eyes darkened with desire while they focused on her breasts. Her nipples strained toward him, eager for his touch, under that intense gaze. “How could you hide this beauty for so long under those concealing clothes?
“I’ve touched you here,” he whispered with his long fingers flexing around the tender mounds. His gaze met hers. “I know how good you taste and feel here.”
A low growl left his throat as his head lowered, his tongue licking over one sensitive nipple. “I want to see all of you, Neva. I want to touch and taste you everywhere. Do you understand? I want to spread your legs and take you with my mouth. Taste your honey there. Do you know how that feels?”
Intense heat flooded her face at his bold words, and it was a battle not to look away. Somehow she managed to shake her head in answer. A lot of things had been done to her, but until now nothing meant for her pleasure. That was one experience she’d never had, though she’d fantasized about it when she was younger and just becoming a woman.
“I promise, Neva, you will like it. I want you to feel pleasure. I want you to know what your body is capable of feeling. What it was made to feel.”
His lips closed over the peak they had been hovering above, sucking it between them. When his tongue curled around it, her back arched and her thighs closed around his hips. The pleasure his mouth offered, combined with the steely heat of his cock pressing into the vee between her thighs, was so strong that she could do nothing but hang onto him and cry out in response.
When his lips closed on the other nipple, she thought she’d expire from the sheer sensation of it. Isaak drew it into his mouth and set all her nerve endings on fire as he captured the first nipple with his thumb and forefinger, tightening.
“Neva…” His voice was a rough moan, whispered around one aching peak. He was struggling for breath too, his fingers still working her nipple and her toes curled more with each delicious tug. Sensations she’d only experienced before in her dreams were burning her from the inside. And she wanted more.
Neva hungered for whatever he would do. She wrapped her legs around his hips now, enjoying the way he pressed the rock-hard length of his cock so tightly against her mound. Her clit, she realized, was swollen and wide awake, begging for attention along with her breasts that craved more of his hands and mouth.
Isaak moved up to press his mouth against hers and kiss her with ruthless demand. His hands were busy pushing down the bottoms of her pajamas and her panties along with them while working his lips over hers with experience and passion. He was teaching her to kiss, she realized, teaching her to accept his kiss.
Before she knew it, she was completely naked before him. He’d rolled to her side and now all of her was exposed to his devouring gaze, including the small patch of dark curls covering her pussy. When his fingers began to delve into the curls and swollen flesh, her hips shot off the bed from the carnal delight his touch brought.
At the same time, her thighs were trembling. No man had ever touched her there with so much care. The flesh between her thighs had offered holes for men to roughly insert their cocks, not to bring forth anything she could savor or enjoy.
He pressed the pad of his palm gently over her clit, his fingers finding the entrance to her pussy. They circled it slowly and her breath caught in her throat to see he was gazing down at the exposed flesh between her legs. It was erotic; it was terrifying. He lifted his fingers from her sheath, coated with her juices, and he pressed them to her lips.
“Taste that, Neva,” he bid her, his tone guttural now. “Taste yourself. Do you taste like a timid human woman? Or do you taste like an animal, dangerous and wild?”
Shock pinned her to the spot for the longest moment. She could smell herself there, her private scent. When he continued to stare at her intently, she ran her tongue over her lips. Her taste was salty, musky. His fingers were still there, weighing down her lower lip, and she dared to swipe the tips with her tongue, tasting more.
His eyes darkened as he watched her, filled with heat as his gaze darted after the movement of her tongue. He liked that. She did something he liked and there was a small measure of confidence for her in that.
A corner of his mouth tipped up before he slid down her body on the bed and pushed her thighs apart with his hands. Neva gasped while she watched him dive for her with his mouth.
