I also did a trailer for Power Shift. I didn't plan to, it just kind of...happened. This is the firs time I've done a trailer using small quote from the book to tell the story rather than a "blurb". You can see it here.
Here's the blurb and a sneak peek excerpt:
Gabe’s lifestyle as a Master Dom is leaving him empty and cold. Everything else in his life seems to be falling apart too. Taking a break from the BDSM scene seems like a good idea—until he meets the perfect submissive.
Reagan has started a new life as a strong, independent woman. The last thing she wants is to be trapped in another controlling relationship. Letting a dominant man like Gabe into her life could cost her everything she’s worked so hard for. But Reagan sees the emotions Gabe is keeping locked up inside, and somehow she knows how to unlock those feelings.
Gabe is determined to never lose control, show weakness, or reveal the secrets he’s hiding . But the lust he shares with Reagan breaks through his walls. Faced with a bleak, lonely future or shattering those barriers permanently, he must somehow find the strength to let himself be vulnerable so he can experience the joy and sweetness of love.
She arrived back precisely on time, an hour pretty much to the damn minute, and he grabbed his camera and his laptop.
“Do you want me to drive?” she asked.
“No.” He would drive. That road through San Marcos Pass was insane and there was no way he was riding as a passenger with someone whose driving skill he had no knowledge of or confidence in. “My vehicle’s right over here.” He led her to his old Jeep.
“I don’t mind driving.”
He stopped dead. Turned and looked at her. “Do you have to argue with everything I say?”
She blinked at him. “I’m not arguing. I merely said I don’t mind driving.”
“You’re doing it again!”
She stared at him, her pretty lips pressed together. Her caramel-colored eyes flashed sparks. “What do you want from me?” she asked coolly. “Do you want me to lie down and roll onto my back like a submissive dog?”
Oh hell, she did not just say that. He stared at her, taking in the pulse fluttering beneath the thin tender skin of her throat, the flicker of her eyes.
“You’d like me to just agree with everything you say, wouldn’t you?” she continued. “Just defer to you on every decision, no doubt. Let you control when our meetings are, where our meetings are and who should drive.”
Uh, yeah. That was what he wanted. He wanted control. He was the Master Dom of Le Château and he set the scene.
But this wasn’t a scene, and he’d walked away from all that until he got his head on straight.
He sucked in a long breath, breaking eye contact with her for a brief pause. He was acting like an idiot, yet again. Gathering up all his self-control he looked back at her. He smiled reluctantly. “Yeah,” he said. “That’s pretty much what I want.”
Several beats of tense silence passed. And then she smiled too. “Well, at least you’re honest.”