What’s a girl to do when she’s not ready to leave the single life but the right man has come along with a collar?
Ryder Lucas didn’t come to Exposed, looking for a sub. He joined his best friend’s club to demonstrate fetishes and enjoy the single life. Then he sees Cat and uses her for a scene. She’s everything he’s ever wanted in a sub and a woman. He won’t rest until the blonde bombshell is his.
Catharina ‘Cat’ McLean doesn’t want a permanent Master. She’s happy taking part in the occasional scene but won’t be collared. She’d rather be in control of her life. When Ryder asks her to be a part of a scene with him, she sees no reason to refuse. He’s tall, dark, handsome and she can’t resist him. He knows how to play with her fetishes—wax, ice and bondage—but is she willing to submit to him on a full-time basis?
Who knew finding a heart’s desire would be this all-consuming?
Reader Advisory: This book contains scenes of ice play, wax play, pain play.
“Sir?” She rested her hands on her hips but held onto the card. “Question.”
Ryder froze, then turned around. His eyes widened. “You’re topless.”
“You told me to disrobe.” She tipped her head. “May I pull my hair back?”
“Of course.” He nodded. “I want you to be comfortable.”
“Good.” She turned her attention to removing the rest of her clothes. Another thought occurred to her. “What about shoes? Do you want me in heels? Boots?”
“Bare is fine.” He held out his hand. “Do you have the elastic—or clips—for your hair?”
“Oh!” She offered up the black band.
He stood behind her and gathered her hair at the crown of her head. “Tell me if this hurts.”
“I get off on the pain,” she said. A laugh bubbled in her throat. At least he’d made her feel comfortable. “You’re fine.”
“Good.”
She bit back a moan. She loved having her hair played with. When a man ran his fingers through the long strands and massaged her scalp, the motions sent her into another orbit. She swayed then righted herself. “Thank you, Sir.”
“You’re welcome.” He stood before her again. His gaze slid up and down her body. “What’s the card?”
“That’s how I get into the office. I usually keep it in my bra, but since I don’t have one on…” She hesitated. “Would you keep it for me? On your person? It’s very important. I don’t like to have it out of my sight.”
“Of course.” He tucked the card into his front pocket. “Won’t leave here until you ask for it.”
“Thank you.” Relief washed over her. She clasped her hands behind her and widened her stance a bit. Did she measure up? Chilly air caressed her body. Electricity zapped her from within.
“You’re pierced.” He tapped her nipple. “What other surprises do you have?”
Miles Hornish has seen it all—men, women, ménages…but none of them make the grade. No, this self-made real estate magnate wants one person to share his wealth, his bed and his platinum handcuffs. No one seems to fit the bill—except his limo driver, Fynn. But Miles has issues in his past. Will Fynn be enough to help Miles overcome his past?
Fynn Gold likes his job chauffeuring Miles. What’s not to love? Witnessing encounters in the back of the limo and being the one person Miles can trust…it’s a dream job. Except Fynn wants more with Miles than endless miles on the road. He wants to be the only person in those shiny handcuffs. Can Fynn convince Miles he’s ready to be more than just a driver?
Sometimes it takes the right pairing to make love work out right.
Reader Advisory: This book includes the use of sex toys, anal sex, BDSM play and a flogger or two.
“I think I’d like to ride up front this time.” Miles slid forward and emerged from the back seat. “You ride up there all alone. Might as well keep you company for a change.” He opened the passenger door and plopped down on the seat.
Stunned, Fynn shut the back seat door and scurried around the back of the vehicle. Something wasn’t right. Miles never sat up front. Hell, Miles never said much more than directions to where he wanted to go and to ask about the weather.
Fynn opened the driver’s side door and sat down behind the wheel. “Where would you like to go, Sir?”
“Home, Gold. I’d like to go home.”
Miles clicked the seatbelt into place and noticed the item on the front seat. Ah, so that’s what Fynn does when he’s waiting. Miles touched the worn edge of the leather cover. Here I thought he watched me.
“I’m sorry, Sir.” Fynn grabbed the iPad and opened the glove box. “I shouldn’t have had that out.”
“Why?” Miles turned in his seat to watch Fynn move. The younger man’s hands trembled. The aura of control slipped, revealing the truer Fynn.
“I’m protecting you when you’re out, not reading the latest by Cash Norman.” Fynn put the car into gear and edged out into the flow of traffic.
Miles focused on Fynn. He wasn’t about to let anyone see into his secret fear. No fucking way. Being in the front seat of the car sent shudders through his body. Instead of closing his eyes, he studied Fynn’s profile. If he closed his eyes, he’d see the accident again. Damn it, he’d relived the crash so many times in his brain, he wanted the whole thing to fizzle away.
Fynn sped around a corner and pitched Miles sideways in his seat. The move squashed him tight against Fynn’s shoulder. “Oh my God. I’m sorry.” Fynn gripped the steering wheel. “The traffic’s bad for this time of night. A ballgame must be letting out.” He came to a stop at the traffic light. “I’ll go a little slower.”
“It’s fine, Gold.” What a freaking great way to come on to a guy! Miles bit down hard on the tip of his tongue. So many other things popped up in his brain. I enjoyed leaning on you. Nice, but the sentiment sounded goofy. How about you take another corner that fast so I can stay tucked against you? Oh brother. Mind if I practically sit in your lap because riding in the front seat reminds me of the car crash that killed my first lover? He’d rather eat live bait.
Miles could almost hear his former lover laughing. God, Hornish. You’re a confident real estate mogul and a Dominant. Stop being a fucking pansy. Make a move or shut the fuck up.
Except he hadn’t said much at all.
“Gold, do you mind if I call you Fynn?” Miles balled his fists to keep the trembling at bay. From the ride or because he’d ventured into a new area of his relationship with Fynn? He wasn’t sure.
“Uh, that’s fine, Sir.” Fynn kept his gaze forward and his grip tight on the wheel. “You can call me whatever you’d like.” He maneuvered the car off the freeway and headed down the city streets to Miles’ mansion. The other mansions and estates twinkled in the bright moonlight. Splashes of color from the landscape lighting offset the pale hues from the moon.
Miles’ thoughts turned from the scenery to Fynn. Had Fynn watched him masturbate? Miles snorted. He sure as hell hoped Fynn had seen the show. The girls did nothing for him. Even Galen, his one-time fling, hadn’t set his pulse racing. No, only the sexy man behind the polished shades seemed to give him wood.
Within moments, Fynn drove down the tree-lined lane leading to Miles’ house. He stopped the car beside the main steps. “Home, Sir.”
“Thanks, Fynn.” Miles placed his hand on Fynn’s. “Come inside with me.”
Racing hearts and race trucks…things happen fast on track.
Adam Lowry is known in the racing community as the best crew chief. He doesn’t pull punches or put up with diva antics from drivers no matter what. But there is one man he never quite got over. Will Camden, his former lover and now the latest addition of the Flash Racing team.
All Will Camden needed was a second chance to prove he’s got what it takes to race with the big dogs in the truck series. When he’s asked to fill in for another driver at Flash, he’s determined to make the best of the situation. Knowing his ex is his crew chief is bonus points.
Can they make the jump from being a solid team on the track to solid in bed or will they crash and burn before the end of the race?
“Damn it, Fortney locked his brakes again. So what are we going to do about a driver?” Adam knew the story well without knowing every the detail. Kennedy Taggart ran the biggest racing empire with the best winning percentage. All the drivers wanted to nab spots with her teams—including Gavin. “Tell me you have a good replacement. One that just sort of showed up or something? I know you. You’ve always got an ace up your sleeve.”
The last time Adam checked, the drivers haunting pit road in search of a job were about two. One wanted to make his great comeback after his third concussion and another owned the reputation for crashing after twenty or so laps. Not a good batch. At least, they were in Charlotte. If the team hustled, they might be able to nab one of the local drivers. Maybe.
“Well, that’s why I came down here, my friend. You’re right.”Collin smiled then waved at something behind Adam. “I’ve solved our problem. This is Will Camden. Remember him?”
Remember him? Adam choked back the snappy retort. A scar was hard to forget. For him, Will was that scar. Saying they shared a messy history was an understatement. Adam grabbed the bill of his hat then tugged the hat tighter down on his head.
Will, dressed in a crisp white polo shirt, ambled up to where Collin stood. A wide grin spread across his face, and his sapphire eyes still featured the bright sparkle Adam remembered so well. He’d be a good match as the next Flash driver, but damn. Why’d the past always have to come back and bite Adam in the ass?
“We’ve met.” Adam stuck out his hand. “Welcome to Flash.”
“My pleasure.” Will squeezed Adam’s hand, and the touch lingered a bit longer than Adam wanted.
Adam’s heart lodged in his throat. Being around Will would be fine on track, but they’d have to spend time together outside of the track. Then things would get sticky—and fast. Damned history between them anyway.
“He walked down pit road at the exact same time Gavin quit. I think it’s a sign.” Collin folded his arms. “And I think this is a good time for you two to patch things up.” He winked at Adam. “Will, the uniforms are in the hauler. Gavin’s about your size so they should fit. Get changed and I’ll have Adam get your seat ready.”
“You got it.” Will ducked behind Collin and into the truck hauler.
Adam waited a heartbeat then groaned. “Patch things up? Seriously? What did he tell you?”
Collin snorted. “He didn’t say a word. It’s you.” He leaned one shoulder on the hauler wall. “The moment I mentioned his name, you shut down. Anyone can see there was something between you. I assumed I was right, and I was. You and Will had a thing.”
“He’s a hothead. Dangerous on the track. Crashed out at Loudon.” Adam knelt next to the tool cart and busied himself with arranging the sockets in one of the drawers.
“Are you scared?” Collin nudged the drawer shut with the toe of his loafer. “Truth.” For being forty-two, the guy looked more like thirty-two with all the time he’d spent in the gym. The salt-and-pepper streaks in his chocolate-brown hair were the only giveaways to his true age. They could talk like brothers and understood each other like good friends. And yet, Collin knew how to drive Adam berserk with his ability to sniff out the truth.
Damn it. Adam rested one knee on the ground. “It’s kind of like the cannon fireworks. The things are dangerous as hell, but they’re beautiful. And if you’re not careful, you’ll get burned. That’s what we were.”
“I saw you work together three years ago at Bristol. You helped him win the race. That’s the kind of magic I want.”
Themes: Elves, Dragons and Magical Creatures, Christmas
Changeling Press
Ribbons aren’t just for decorating anymore.
Daria Elf never expected to be moved to the velvet ribbon department right before Christmas. She also never expected her boss to be the object of her wettest fantasies. Can she keep her cool, or will she end up on Raven’s Naughty List?
Raven Elf has his sights set on Daria. He wants her for his department, his bed and bound in his thick velvet ribbons. He’ll get his girl, but the hard part is convincing her that their connection is meant to last.
She clicked the handle and eased the door open. There, in all his red-and-green, towering glory, stood Raven. His blue eyes blazed and a grimace marred his face. “You were summoned ten minutes ago. Where have you been?” He folded his muscle-corded arms. “Hmm?”
His gravelly voice drew a shiver from deep in her being. She cleared her throat. No way she’d let him scare her — not yet. “Once I picked my jaw up off the floor, I ran right down here.” And worked up her courage to talk to him. She rested her hands on her hips. “I thought maybe Santa was in the nog again and made a mistake.”
Raven stepped toward her. Unlike the rest of the elves, he didn’t wear a hat. His dark hair slid over his brow, obscuring her view of his eyes. “This request is very real and binding.” His voice dropped to a growl on the last word.
Her heart and brain warred. Working in the ribbon room was a year-round commitment. Unlike those in the other parts of the Christmas plant, the people who worked with Raven didn’t seem to have much of a social life. Then again, did she recall anyone admitting they worked with him? Looking at the strapping elf in front of her, she wondered if it was the binding part of the job that scared people.
Raven was the stuff of rumor and innuendo. He didn’t just use his ribbon for package decoration or house décor — he dabbled in BDSM and used the velvety strips to bind his lovers. Her body tingled. Would he wrap her in nothing but his ribbons? Make her scream his name? Oh, holy night, she hoped so.
“I’m willing to take on the standard hitch down here,” she said, praying her voice hadn’t wobbled.
“Perfect.” His eyes glittered and a small smile curled on his lips. “Absolutely perfect.”
* * *
Raven widened his stance and drank in the sight of the tiny elf. She had no idea what the frost she’d gotten herself into. He suppressed a bigger grin. He loved newbies, especially ones with soft brown hair and crimson lips. His cock twitched behind the buttons of his pants. Something about her screamed innocence. She didn’t know how pretty she was. His jacket suffocated him. Pine nuts. Few women affected him, but she brought the arousal from deep in his soul.
Little did the faux-fur-wearing minx know just how binding the ribbon room could be.
“This is the Ribbon Room.” He put one arm around her shoulders and guided her to one of the three chairs in the room. “I prefer to work alone, but this year the requests for red velvet ribbon are on the rise. Santa agreed to my request for help.” He sat her down on the plush black velvet chair. “You.”
How’d she like that little revelation?
“Me?” she squeaked and stared at him. “I don’t know anything about ribbons other than they belong on presents.”
“I’ll train you.” In every way he knew how. “We’ll be working tonight until the wee hours. Can you manage?” Could she take the strain of working with him?
“Yes, sir.” She smiled and gave him a mock salute. “You tell me what to do and I’ll do it as best I can.”
His perfect match is in the last place he expects—across the courtyard.
Graig Case wants to teach history and coach baseball. Plain and simple. But nothing in his life has been easy. He’s also got a secret. He loves to watch the sexy woman across the courtyard dance. He’d love for his fantasy girl to be his best friend, but fantasy and reality don’t always mix.
Tessa Martin has given up on love. She’s played second fiddle most of her life. Men like hanging out with her. Being one of the guys doesn’t keep her warm at night. Still, she indulges in her one treat—dancing for Graig. No emotions involved means no one gets hurt.
Except when they end up working in the same school in the same hallway…then all bets are off.
Written Together
What if the woman he needs is the one he thought was out of his league?
Adam Pallas knows what he wants out of life—to teach history, to be happy and to have a hot woman by his side. He’s got one out of the three. He should be happy, but he’s not. There’s one woman who grabs his attention every time. The catch? She’s very much out of his league. Can being himself actually snag him the woman of his dreams?
Melissa Murphy isn’t looking for love, but every time she sees Adam her plans go sideways. The English teacher knows there’s a confident, hot man hiding behind the slightly nerdy history buff façade. But her past and the things she wants between the sheets tend to scare men off. She believes the odds may be stacked against them. Could it be their lives are perfectly written together after all?
Together Again
Sometimes the second time around is the right time for things to click.
Corey Murphy never intended to let his wife, Katie, become his ex-wife. But for the Murphys, convention and commitment are foreign concepts. Once he lost Katie, he decided to get his life in order. Now he’s healthy, happy with his job teaching physical education and ready to get his relationship back on track. He’s got to hope Katie’s still willing to give them a chance.
Katie Murphy loved being married. She loved the companionship, the connection…and the hot nights. Being with Corey surpassed even her wildest fantasies. But her ex-husband wasn’t big on commitment. She knows he’s got ghosts in his past, but is she willing to help him look to the future—their future?
Dancing Together
Can friends with benefits become a lasting love?
Allyson Benson has been in love with Jordy Murphy since she started teaching at the same elementary building. She wants the tall, blond gym teacher to notice her and, when he runs into her at a party, she summons her courage to ask him to be friends with benefits. Shouldn’t be difficult—lots of sex, but no entanglements and certainly not love…until love enters the equation.
Jordy Murphy doesn’t do relationships. He’s happy being free, but there’s one woman who has been on his radar—Ally. He wants to get her out of her boring clothes and kindergarten classroom for some serious one-on-one time. He’s all for the sex-only situation she proposes until he’s struck with a realization—what if this perpetual free spirit has met his match? Allyson could be the one. Can the commitment-phobe really accept the love he’s wanted all along?
Reader advisory: These books contain scenes of anal sex. There is a mention of teacher-student sex, a scene of attempted blackmail and a brief scene of sexual assault.
“The first day is always the hardest,” Graig Case said to himself. He wasn’t sure how else to psyche himself up. He walked out of the main office of the high school. He stopped in front of the auditorium and drank in the view from the top of the marble steps. After the craziness of the last few months—the moving, the uncertainty of his job situation and playing a hunch with his career…he had a job. He still hadn’t wrapped his mind around having earned the final interview and being offered the position. He wasn’t a substitute any longer. Now, he was the real deal.
He stared at the keys in his hand. This year he’d been given an honest-to-God classroom, not a portion of the library. He’d been assigned to the art hallway. Sure, that was probably the only open room and not too big, but who cared? The classroom was his!
He leaned on the wall. A row of staff photos decorated the space above the bank of doors leading to the front of the school building. My colleagues. They’d been nice to him during the previous year, but half of them hadn’t expected him to return. The substitutes tended to be there for the school year and moved on or burned out by the next.
Graig chuckled. He wasn’t out or giving up, since he had a classroom right down the hallway from Tessa Martin. Just thinking about her warmed him all over. He’d flirted with her the year before and had almost asked her out twice, but had lost his nerve. They were friends and he’d told himself not to screw things up with her. She’d been nice to him and had given him the tipoff when her apartment complex had a few units open. Without her, he wouldn’t have his current place—right across the courtyard from her. During the summer, he’d run into her a few times in the parking lot. Each time they were together, she made him think twice about her. If he hadn’t gotten into a relationship with his last girlfriend, Lila, he would have made a play for Tessa. But he’d chosen Lila.
He snorted. Lila. She’d been a mistake from the start. She refused to support his career and hadn’t wanted him to take the substitute teaching job. When he’d signed the lease for the apartment, Lila had left him. According to her, he was wasting time at the high school and making a fool of himself by getting a place to live right there in town. She claimed he was meant for bigger and better things. He wasn’t so sure.
Not that Lila’s opinion mattered all that much. She’d broken things off with him. She’d acted almost sincere when she’d told him to go to hell after he revealed he’d been offered the contract to work at the high school. She’d dumped him on the spot.
He focused on someone better—Tessa. Who was he kidding? Running into her and those chance conversations weren’t enough, but he’d never quite gotten her out of his system. When he’d seen her and spoken to her, she’d blush, smile and hurry away before he could get much conversation going. He should’ve stood his ground and asked her out for coffee. But he hadn’t. He’d given her space.
Tessa’s image grinned from her spot on the wall. In the photo, she’d pulled her dark hair away from her face and the cowl-neck sweater bunched up beneath her chin. It wasn’t the best photo, even if she did look happy. He shouldn’t stare. It wasn’t polite, but like last year, he was still drawn to her. She had such a pretty face, bright smile and infectious laugh. Being around her made him happy and put him at ease. But she always hid herself under those baggy sweaters and bulky aprons. Her clothing choices hadn’t flattered her figure.
Part of him wanted to tell her how he felt—that she was a diamond in the rough and had so much sparkle within her. But his tendency to speak his mind and say the wrong things would put her off. Not that he blamed her.
Maybe she needed some encouragement…just like he did. She seemed so shy, but once he’d gotten to know her, she’d gained a little confidence. Could he help her find more? He doubted he’d be the catalyst, but he had an entire school year down the hall from her.
Tyrone Zade fell for his Dom the first time they were together. He knew Sir was the only one for him. He needs the spanking and domination to level himself out. He knows his heart and what he desires. When he visits Raining Men night and sees Leo in the glitter shower, he can’t hold back. But can this baseball player who isn’t out yet, be true to himself and the game he loves?
Leo never planned to settle down. Hell, he never planned on taking on a permanent sub. He lives his life freely and doesn’t report to anyone. But he’s lying to himself. He’s seen the other Doms pairing up as well as others finding love at Club Desire and when he’s with Ty, his life balances out. Can he accept the sub he needs and the life he wants, or will he allow fear to win and push Ty away?
I want to belong here. Tyrone Zade shook his head. No, he wanted to belong to someone at Club Desire. He wiped his hands on the legs of his leather pants and blew out a long breath. He’d loved coming to the club each of the four times he’d visited. He knew what he liked and what he wanted to do when he got there. No names or major details—just playing. Most of all, no sex.
He’d adhered to his rules for the last four months and kept his visits to once every four weeks, coinciding with when he’d returned to town between games. Talking to anyone about his job wasn’t an option. He wanted to keep his career as the first baseman for the Red Devils separate from his need to be spanked and tied down. Hell, until he’d spoken to Rocke Houseman, he hadn’t felt confident enough to visit the club in the first place. Once he’d realized people would do what he needed and keep quiet, he’d known he had to go to Club Desire.
Ty straightened his shoulders. He’d paid his admittance for tonight’s special event. According to the signs, the club was throwing a Raining Men party. He’d seen the advertisements for the recurring bash a more than once but had never been in town at the right time. Tonight was perfect for a lot of things, especially meeting his Dom outside of a scene.
He stepped into the main playroom and scoped out the situation. People milled around, watching porn movies being projected onto the walls. On the main floor, three couples were in the midst of sex acts. Doms, some he recognized and others he didn’t, orchestrated a few of the scenes along the edge of the space. He snorted. He wasn’t sure why he’d expected to see a few women. Not tonight. Raining Men must’ve been aimed strictly at gay men.
Standing along the edge of the room was an option, but not a good one. If a Dom spotted him and decided he should be part of a scene, Ty would have to comply. He wasn’t collared by anyone—not yet. He wanted his Dom, Leo, to do it, but they hadn’t spent enough time together for such a situation to take place.
Ty toyed with the black band around his wrist. On the baseball field, he knew just what to do. Get out there and play. But in the club, his confidence melted. Rocke had mentioned settling down, but part of Ty wanted to stay free. Why tie himself down to one guy, especially when he wasn’t ready for the entire baseball league to know he was gay? And what if he couldn’t find someone he wanted to settle down with? Why choose someone who might be only “good enough”? Or had he set his standards too high?
God, he’d crawled too far into his own head again. He was here to have fun. If he ran into Leo, good, but right now, he just wanted to dance and let loose for a little while.
Rocke strolled past him and grinned. “Get out there. You paid the hundred bucks. Get your money’s worth.” He headed over to two men at the bar.
Ty sighed. He’d come to the event to hook up with Leo and he’d never get anywhere standing along the edge. What was wrong with joining a group already together? Or finding someone for the night? Because they weren’t Leo. But Leo probably didn’t see him as anything other than another random sub.
He noticed a group of four men gathered on the couch. Glitter billowed around the room, except for where these guys were knotted together.
“Care to dance?” A man with a harness across his chest and a tiny g-string writhed beside Ty. “You want to. Come on before one of the Doms snaps you up.”
Ty didn’t argue as the guy pulled him into the middle of the room. Throbbing techno music nearly blotted out what the man said, but Ty wasn’t paying attention. He’d noticed one of the individuals on the couch—Leo.
The only thing Tate Blauser’s ever wanted to do was race. Motor oil runs through his veins. His wild spirit has kept him from becoming a world class driver. He needs a miracle or he’ll lose his ride with Big R.
Enter Kennedy Crowse. He’s no pushover. The man handles tough drivers and tough submissives with ease. He sees the submissive side of Tate. With a little time, patience and care, the kid could be unstoppable. But there’s one hitch—the rules at Big R forbid staff from dating.
Can these two find a balance between work and play or will bending the rules be the biggest mark on their lives?
Miles Hornish has seen it all—men, women, ménages…but none of them make the grade. No, this self-made real estate magnate wants one person to share his wealth, his bed and his platinum handcuffs. No one seems to fit the bill—except his limo driver, Fynn. But Miles has issues in his past. Will Fynn be enough to help Miles overcome his past?
Fynn Gold likes his job chauffeuring Miles. What’s not to love? Witnessing encounters in the back of the limo and being the one person Miles can trust…it’s a dream job. Except Fynn wants more with Miles than endless miles on the road. He wants to be the only person in those shiny handcuffs. Can Fynn convince Miles he’s ready to be more than just a driver?
Sometimes it takes the right pairing to make love work out right.
Reader Advisory: This book includes the use of sex toys, anal sex, BDSM play and a flogger or two.
“I think I’d like to ride up front this time.” Miles slid forward and emerged from the back seat. “You ride up there all alone. Might as well keep you company for a change.” He opened the passenger door and plopped down on the seat.
Stunned, Fynn shut the back seat door and scurried around the back of the vehicle. Something wasn’t right. Miles never sat up front. Hell, Miles never said much more than directions to where he wanted to go and to ask about the weather.
Fynn opened the driver’s side door and sat down behind the wheel. “Where would you like to go, Sir?”
“Home, Gold. I’d like to go home.”
Miles clicked the seatbelt into place and noticed the item on the front seat. Ah, so that’s what Fynn does when he’s waiting. Miles touched the worn edge of the leather cover. Here I thought he watched me.
“I’m sorry, Sir.” Fynn grabbed the iPad and opened the glove box. “I shouldn’t have had that out.”
“Why?” Miles turned in his seat to watch Fynn move. The younger man’s hands trembled. The aura of control slipped, revealing the truer Fynn.
“I’m protecting you when you’re out, not reading the latest by Cash Norman.” Fynn put the car into gear and edged out into the flow of traffic.
Miles focused on Fynn. He wasn’t about to let anyone see into his secret fear. No fucking way. Being in the front seat of the car sent shudders through his body. Instead of closing his eyes, he studied Fynn’s profile. If he closed his eyes, he’d see the accident again. Damn it, he’d relived the crash so many times in his brain, he wanted the whole thing to fizzle away.
Fynn sped around a corner and pitched Miles sideways in his seat. The move squashed him tight against Fynn’s shoulder. “Oh my God. I’m sorry.” Fynn gripped the steering wheel. “The traffic’s bad for this time of night. A ballgame must be letting out.” He came to a stop at the traffic light. “I’ll go a little slower.”
“It’s fine, Gold.” What a freaking great way to come on to a guy! Miles bit down hard on the tip of his tongue. So many other things popped up in his brain. I enjoyed leaning on you. Nice, but the sentiment sounded goofy. How about you take another corner that fast so I can stay tucked against you? Oh brother. Mind if I practically sit in your lap because riding in the front seat reminds me of the car crash that killed my first lover? He’d rather eat live bait.
Miles could almost hear his former lover laughing. God, Hornish. You’re a confident real estate mogul and a Dominant. Stop being a fucking pansy. Make a move or shut the fuck up.
Except he hadn’t said much at all.
“Gold, do you mind if I call you Fynn?” Miles balled his fists to keep the trembling at bay. From the ride or because he’d ventured into a new area of his relationship with Fynn? He wasn’t sure.
“Uh, that’s fine, Sir.” Fynn kept his gaze forward and his grip tight on the wheel. “You can call me whatever you’d like.” He maneuvered the car off the freeway and headed down the city streets to Miles’ mansion. The other mansions and estates twinkled in the bright moonlight. Splashes of color from the landscape lighting offset the pale hues from the moon.
Miles’ thoughts turned from the scenery to Fynn. Had Fynn watched him masturbate? Miles snorted. He sure as hell hoped Fynn had seen the show. The girls did nothing for him. Even Galen, his one-time fling, hadn’t set his pulse racing. No, only the sexy man behind the polished shades seemed to give him wood.
Within moments, Fynn drove down the tree-lined lane leading to Miles’ house. He stopped the car beside the main steps. “Home, Sir.”
“Thanks, Fynn.” Miles placed his hand on Fynn’s. “Come inside with me.”
Seven women. Seven Challenges. What each woman gets is beyond her wildest dreams.
Make Me: A crop, some rope, a sweet little plug — just what she wants, and all she had to say was “Make me.”
Show Me: Calen’s issued a challenge — her naked before the wall of windows in their sixth floor apartment. Will Elisha please her master or walk away forever?
Take Me: Talia wants nothing more than to shirk her duties on the set of her latest movie so she can be with her heartthrob husband. But she never expected him to kidnap her — or did she?
Watch Me: Kacey and Marc’s lives changed the moment the hunk moves in next door. Will they be willing to make all their fantasies reality, or will they have to live with the view through the window?
Film Me: Jinx has been around the world of adult films for more than five years. Leading man Wes Long challenges Jinx for more. He’ll accept nothing less than her total submission — on and off the set.
Capture Me: Dolly makes her living posing for pinup shots. She’s got the look — the tats, the piercings — but she’s not a size two. Some guys love a wicked hot challenge.
Caught Me: Trick’s offered his girl a challenge — simple, easy, and sure to be decadent. He’s going to make her wildest dreams come true.
Publisher’s Note: Challenges (Box Set) contains the previously published novellas Make Me, Show Me, Take Me, Watch Me, Film Me, Capture Me, and Caught Me.
Dashiell “Dash” Jordan runs the city of Shaker with an iron fist. Whatever he wants, he gets — except the woman he craves, who hasn’t been available. He’s waited long enough, and nothing will stop him, not even her bastard ex-husband or her con artist father. But once Dash sets his sights on her, will she allow herself to be owned, or will she walk away a second time?
Christy Lane never loved anyone the way she did Dash. She knew the danger of being with him, but she didn’t care. Then Dash left her. She tried to put her life back together, but that life included marriage to a perpetual cheater, being thrown out of her father’s church, and working in the only job she can get — stripping. Then Dash reappears. The memories of their life together rush back — the scenes, the passion and craving. She doesn’t want to be a plaything, but he’s offering her the world. Will she allow him to own her or end their second chance before she’s hurt again?
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Dash turned the paper over without really looking at it, then flattened the page. He noticed the photos of exotic dancers in an advertisement for one of the clubs. The girls weren’t his type of woman, but he appreciated beauty. Maybe this week she’d be one of the featured dancers.
“Well, they want two hundred thousand, but because it’s vacant, we can talk them down,” Clint said. “A hundred-fifty thousand is more reasonable.”
“Why, if you know what to do and can get the price down, aren’t you negotiating? Clint, I’m one of your only clients.” None of the dancers caught his fancy, but he kept looking. He’d found proof Christy was stripping in one of the clubs, but hadn’t come across her yet. “Well? You should be in the business with me. We should be a team.”
“Because I don’t want to live with the danger. I like being legitimate,” Clint said. “But I’m already negotiating. They’re coming down on the price, so stay tuned.”
“Danger isn’t the only thing I live with.” He doubted Clint got death threats or was shot at on a regular basis. He turned the page of the paper. A slew of ads for strip clubs decorated the space. He looked over the images of the dancers for the one he wanted. There she was, right where he’d expected her to be — Chastity Lane at the X-Caliber Club. Time to visit. “Do you know the X-Caliber Club?”
“Dash.” Clint groaned. “You didn’t hear a word I said, did you? And no, I don’t. I’ve never been to a strip club. Father made sure my handlers didn’t take me to one. Why?”
“I heard nothing past a hundred-fifty thousand. If you can get the deal going, do it,” Dash said. “I’ve gone to a couple clubs, but not the X-Caliber.” He remembered how his father sheltered Dash’s oldest brother. Their father wanted Clint to stay clean and be the face of the family. Good for public relations, but bad because the family had never left the nightclub business. Clint had a head for real estate, but not running the string of entertainment hotspots.
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