Gray Dixon’s Cristale’s Awakening

Happy Wednesday, ladies and gents.  You know what this means.  We have a special guest with a super hot story to tell.

I met Gray Dixon through my Secret Cravings Publishing soon after signing a contract and I’m so excited she is visiting us today to share her release Cristale’s Awakening. There is a pretty sexy excerpt below as well, so remember, if you aren’t over 18, this isn’t the place for you.  Kiddies, move on, the rest of you get cozy, this is going to be a great preview!


Cristale’s Awakening

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Gray Dixon’s release Cristale’s Awakening…if the book is as hot as this cover, we’re gonna need to call the fire department. Hell, let’s call them anyway!

Buy Cristale’s Awakening here.

Cristale is Hunter’s boss by day…will he be her Dom by night?


Forty-something businesswoman Cristale Martin appears to have it all, except a man to share her success and life. A new agent comes to work at her real estate firm and he’s turning every woman’s head in the office, including hers. He’s younger, handsome and is the object of her vibrator fantasies, but she knows in real life, he wouldn’t be interested in an older woman like her.

Hunter Steele, ex-model and actor, real estate agent, and a Dom on sabbatical from the lifestyle, is attracted to his boss. She’s older, smart, attractive, and he suspects she’s submissive—his favorite kind of woman. For six months he’s observed her, and he’s ready to break the self-imposed hiatus. Every time he makes a move, she pulls away.

One Friday night an opportunity arises and she can’t say no to his offer to awaken her deepest desires, or show her pleasures only imagined.


In an effort to stop thinking about him and return to her pre-Hunter self, she finished reviewing the last of the contracts executed for the day. Her weekend would be spent formulating a plan to make a change in her life. Maybe she needed a vacation. Somewhere exotic, warm, and private to clear her head and decide what she wanted was definitely on the agenda to happen.

“Yes, that’s it. Someplace I’ve never been and can let down my hair and inhibitions. Leave work behind and clear my mind,” she said out loud just to see how the idea sounded to her ears. An affirmation of sorts.

And purge the lascivious thoughts about Hunter Steele.

A tap on her door startled her, and she peered up from the contract files. She thought for sure at this hour on a Friday night, she’d be the last to leave the office. “Yes?”

“Miss Martin?” the male voice asked as the door creaked open.

“Hunter Steele? What are you still doing here?” Oh, Lord, of all the people to be in the office at this time of night. Did he hear me talking to myself?

“I finished up with a client and needed to tie up a few loose-ends before heading out. I saw your light on, so I thought I’d let you know I was here so as not to frighten you.” He smiled widely, his dimples indenting on his cheeks and the shiny whites of his perfect teeth made her catch her breath. Then, he looked fondly at her and turned to leave.

Shifting slightly in her chair, she gathered enough composure to speak without a crackling in her voice. “Thank you, Hunter. I was finishing up too. Congratulations on your sale. I guess I don’t need to ask how your evening’s going.” She returned his smile and the opportunity to act on her plan to rid him of his starring role in her fantasies. Dare she ask him out for a drink? Maybe going for coffee would be less innocuous.

“Thanks. Are you having a good night?” He leaned against the doorframe and crossed his arms over his chest.

Oh. My. God. Her breathing quickened. “Not too bad. I’m working on a few deals with developers to bring in more business. Maybe looking for a few agents to handle the sales offices if all goes well.” She grinned as she tried to appear busy with the files on her desk. “Um, Hunter, I have a nagging question I’ve meant to ask you. If you have a few minutes, I mean.”

“Sure, what’s your question?” He took a few steps forward, but didn’t make a move to sit. He stood about six feet away, and thankfully her desk acted as a barrier from his masculine influence.

“How’s everything going with Eric? I know you’ve had a few sales, but is he helping you get settled in and learning the ropes, so to speak?”

He grinned. “Yes, I’ve picked up a lot of good pointers from him. I’m sure I’d learn more if I watched the best in the business show me what she knows.” He winked and one corner of his mouth turned up.

Oh, he’s good. She smiled and concentrated on maintaining eye contact so as not to look like he was scaring the crap out of her. Actually he was, but she couldn’t let him know that. “Are you willing to learn by her rules, no questions asked?” She tried to flirt, but she thought it sounded more contrived than playful. Acting the bitch was so much easier.

By the smug smile on his face, Cris realized the man liked to play a little cat and mouse. He portrayed the elusive target well and probably a well-honed skill from years of practice as a model and actor.

“I’m a fast learner, but I have to warn you, I have my own set of rules that I don’t compromise on.”

“Hmm, well I think it is better you stay with Eric. I really don’t have time available.”

He cocked an eyebrow. “You can’t spend a little time with me?”

Was he asking her out? Her panties instantly moistened from that same kind of expression from their first meeting. Good God, how long had it been since something like that happened? I’d say this afternoon at Jackson’s was close enough. The meeting with Harry almost went in the toilet at one point. Being in the same room with Hunter Steele caused all sorts of problems, throwing her off her game and could cost her more than financial losses if she wasn’t careful.

“Are you really suggesting I spend time with you?” She managed to force out the words with a little more confidence. “I’m a busy woman, Hunter. That’s why I hired a manager so I could delegate those duties.”

His eyes held hers like a vice grip, not letting go. Captivating. Entrancing. With his lips curled into an even more alluring grin, her insides quivered. This was turning into a nightmare more than a dream come true and she didn’t know how to react except to fall back on her officious bitch mode.

“Of course, I am. For business purposes only. Your reputation precedes you which is one reason I wanted to work here. I plan on being a master at the real estate craft. I strive to be a master at everything I do.” A wolfish smile tugged at his mouth as his eyes flickered then settled on her with a smoldering gaze.

Why did the way he said master make her feel all warm and tingly when the surge of attraction flared and at the same time frightened her to the core? Cris was taken aback by the intensity of her reaction. She’d been drawn to handsome men in the past, for obvious reasons, but never with such visceral immediacy. Never with such a reaction quite like that before, did she? Her mind went blank momentarily.


He set his hand on her nape, his thumb curving around the side of her neck. He focused on her face. “Interesting perceptions. Are you curious about kinky sex? Like restraints, spanking, erotic play? BDSM includes other pleasures other than pain, many I’d enjoy training you in. As far as strange clothes, I prefer my subs to wear nothing or only very little clothing when I play.”

The same pretty pink blush when they were in the elevator rose on her cheeks again. “Naked play?”

Hunter glanced down at her breasts, her nipples poking against her blouse. His balls tightened with the thought of touching them. Fuck. Maybe this wasn’t a good idea. Like it or not, her body was aroused by the subject of BDSM, and he better tread lightly or scare her away. “Yes. Let me explain further then you can ask more questions.”


“I have never taken a sub to train or done more than play a scene at a club. That part of my life I kept separate from my public persona. You obviously aren’t in the lifestyle, so you don’t know all the protocols of who does what. I could give you some stock answers to fill in the blanks for all your questions, but that won’t serve our purposes for tonight. I will tell you what I want from a submissive, which is what I believe you are. I do not wish to have a slave. I do expect complete submission in the bedroom, in a club, and also when we are alone. If you agree you want this, I will want to have a say in all areas of your life, but I will not choose your friends or your clothes or tell you how to run your business. However, I will expect you to take my views into account. Many things can be discussed and mutually agreed upon in advance, but if I give an order I will have instant obedience or there will be consequences. Now ask your questions.”

“You want to be my Dom? You want to have kinky sex with me?”

He lowered his head and captured her mouth with his in a fierce passion, smothering her gasp of surprise. He broke the embrace just enough to murmur, “I want you, Cristale. Not just kinky sex. I’ve wanted you for such a long time and can’t wait any longer.”

Her lips trembled as if she held in some strong emotion. “Oh, Hunter, I—”

Pulling her closer, he stifled any further protest or second thoughts she might have, brushing her lips tenderly with his. He’d make sure she couldn’t think straight as his fingers wrapped softly around her neck, holding her close as their kiss deepened. Her mouth tasted sweet and hot like cinnamon candy. This scenario played out better in reality than his imaginary one in the elevator.

Steele pulled back and traced the outline of her kiss-swollen lips with the pad of his thumb. “You’re so beautiful.” Her gaze rose to his, and he saw the frightened woman in her dark-blue eyes, breathing in soft pants.

Physical desire spun its way into his body as her passion-filled sapphire irises connected with his. He wanted to dominate and make her compliant to his every command. He wanted to bury his prick in her cunt so deep she’d scream his name. He’d love her the way he’d wanted since the first time he’d seen her at the office. Above all, he needed her trust, the kind that transcended their bodies and captured their souls.

She sucked in her bottom lip between her teeth. “You’re not going to be gentle with me, are you?”

A strangled groan filled his throat, along with shaking his head ever so slightly. “No, probably not.”

Steele pulled her upward, kissing her again. The intensity of the hunger coursing through his body shocked him. Being celibate and out of the lifestyle for too many long months already made him horny as hell, and having Cristale in his arms sent his libido into a spiral he wasn’t sure he’d recover. The woman, who had ruled his ordinary dreams, his daydreams, and his wet dreams, now truly was in his place, and soon in his bed, bound and open wide for his enjoyment, and hers.

He nibbled her generous bottom lip. Breaking the teasing caress, he brushed his lips with tender kisses over her neck to her ear. “The time for talking is over. Time for your next lesson and let’s take this to my room of pleasure.”

Roughly lifting her off her feet, he scooped her into his arms, hers snaking around his neck.

“Room of pleasure? Is that what you call your bedroom? Really?” She snickered as she stared into his face, taking him back by her change of attitude.

“No, my bedroom is my bedroom. Some call their play rooms a dungeon, but I live in a condo and the last I checked, they don’t have dark, underground areas. So my extra space is like a den of decadence if you will. I’m quite proud of it, thank you very much.” He meant to lighten the mood because she seemed to tense up again.

“Okay. Do I get one of those words to say in case I don’t want to do this?”

He smiled. She had read something about BDSM protocols even if they had been in erotica novels. “A safeword. Yes, Cristale. In my house the safeword is red.”

“Good, but why can’t I pick my own?”

“The word has to be something that if you use it the meaning is clear you want to stop all play. No questions, no misunderstandings. Red is easier to remember. Let me warn you now about using your safeword. If you do, I will stop, and we’ll talk about the reasons. Discomfort, pain, whatever. Do you understand?”

She swallowed hard. “Yes, I understand. I’ll use red. For now.”

Hunter raised a brow and shook his head slightly. “That’s my girl.”



“What’s to tell?” Gray Dixon asked. The nom de plume of erotica writer of hot, sexy stories for the adult crowd loves walks along the beach at sunset, a glass of wine over a romantic dinner and a night of love.

On the serious side, she’s married to her Dear Heart for many years, has three children, many grandchildren, a dog, a couple of fish, a big yard with lots of fruit trees, two cars and a house. Ah, the American Dream she loves to describe. She likes a lot of different things, crafts, watching the History Channel, reality shows (not all, but some), travel, and of course writing. She’s worked hard all her life in many interesting fields and enjoyed all of them, but she finally found enough time to relax and enjoy escaping into the worlds she created through her stories. She mainly writes erotica with BDSM elements, and hopes readers will enjoy the tales she weaves.

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2 responses to “Gray Dixon’s Cristale’s Awakening

  1. Thanks for having me here today Emilia. I would have stopped by earlier, but I’ve been in the editing cave all day. Just sent back to my editor. Whew! Hope everyone enjoys the excerpts.

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