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An Excerpt From: Her Surrender

Copyright © Eliza Gayle, 2007

All Rights Reserved, Cobblestone Press

Reaching for her cell phone, she tapped out a quick text message to let Rob know that she had arrived and was in the lounge.

Good. His simple return message left her to wonder what she should do next. Too nervous to sit, she opted to stand and move closer to the water. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, letting the sound drown out the chaos of her mind. Knowing he would not be happy to see her so frazzled, she opted for an extra focus moment.

In the beginning of their relationship, he had instructed her take a few minutes each day to relax, slow down, and take some time to recite a devotional for herself. These moments were meant to calm and focus during stressful and needy moments. She’d felt silly the first couple of times she’d done as he instructed and performed them. But in less than forty-eight hours, she’d seen improvements in herself after each break. She’d come to rely on them in much the way she relied on his support.

She slowed her breathing by taking a deep breath, holding it as long as she could before slowly exhaling the air. Then she repeated it. Feeling calmer, she reached for the words that soothed her.

I am graceful and gentle in my moments of service.
My life is merely moments of service and truth.

The now familiar calming sensation flowed over her as she stood riveted in that spot. Calming herself for him. She turned and eased back into the chair, looking around the room to see if he had arrived. Planning to stay calm, she plucked her latest romance novel out of her purse and started to read from where she’d left off. Several minutes and pages later, it dawned on her that she didn’t have a clue what she’d just read. Her brain had not retained a single word. As she placed her book on the table, her phone beeped. Looking at the screen, she read the brief message.

Room 1534.

Her heart jolted in her chest. Fear cramped her belly. He wasn’t coming to get her. Instead, he called her to him. To give him her trust by meeting him in private. Taking a deep, unsteady breath, she stood and gathered her things before walking slowly from the lounge toward the guest elevators on the opposite side of thelobby.

Grateful there were no other people milling about, she boarded the elevator and gently pressed fifteen. As the door opened on the chosen floor, her stomach knotted in nerves. She turned and walked in the direction of 1534, realizing it was the suite at the end of the hall. Her steps slowed as her anxiety increased. Reaching the door, she stood and stared at the peephole. This was it. Her first BDSM scene. All the years of waiting and searching were about to come to an end. When she walked into that room, her life would change, and she would never be the same, no turning back. She raised her fist and knocked on the door.