Her submission was real, unlike her
identity.
Grayson
experienced another tug of familiarity at her mumbling; something about the way
she uttered that word poking at his memory. Frustrated, he asked her point
blank, “What’s your last name?”
She
jerked and tried to step back, but he held onto her hand, refusing to let her
go far. “If that’s a requirement for your… guidance, then…”
“It’s
not,” he cut her off. “I still can’t shake the feeling I know you, that we’ve
met before.” When she shifted her eyes over his shoulder, more suspicions
kicked in. Reining in the urge to demand answers, he changed tactics, reaching
out with his free hand to grab the thick braid of caramel colored hair resting
between her shoulders and using it to pull her closer. She flinched, whether
from the sound of wood smacking against bare flesh or from his hold, he
couldn’t tell, but she made no attempt to pull away from him. “Did Sydney
mention the club safeword?”
She
nodded, the top of her head ramming his chin. Her face reddened with her
apology. “Sorry. Yes, she said it was red.”
“Excellent.
Remember it. And if you return after tonight, wear your hair down and change
into a skirt or shorts.” He watched her pulse flutter in her throat as he
pressed her body flush with his and he ached to see what other responses he
could pull from her with a simple order or touch.
Avery
gulped and then nodded again. “Okay. Where are we going?” she asked as he
released her hair and moved away from the other couple after catching another
glare from Cassie. Under other circumstances, he would deal with her insolence
in a way Cassie wouldn’t care for but thought it best if Avery didn’t see that
side of their lifestyle yet.
Grayson
had seen and dealt with his share of confused, reluctant women, but none more
baffled than Avery as he led her upstairs to the loft and started to explain each
piece of equipment. But curiosity kept her going, overriding embarrassment and
confusion. “This is a fucking swing.” He lifted a dangling strap attached to
the webbed seat, a cuff hooked on the end. “I’m sure you can imagine how I can
restrain someone on it. But nothing can settle the mind better than first-hand
experience. Hop on.” He patted the seat, challenging her with his gaze. She
possessed the most expressive face, every thought and insecurity portrayed in
her eyes and around her mouth. Small, white teeth sank into her plump, bottom
lip, tempting him to deliver his own bite to that soft flesh.
Avery
shook her head and tried to back away even though curiosity and interest shone
in her eyes. Tightening his grip, he held her in place. “I was just going to
watch, not participate.”
“Watching
is fine for titillation, but only goes so far to appease curiosity. Sit on it
and I’ll only restrain one wrist. That will be enough to give you a small
example of what bondage is like, and if it might be for you.”
Grayson
held his breath as she looked back at the swing, even though he enjoyed
watching her sort through her feelings and the option he presented her. When
she nodded and handed him her now empty beer bottle, he released his pent-up
breath with relief, surprising himself by how much he wanted to push her.
Blurb:
After
overhearing two crooked Chicago cops plotting against her, Avery Pierce goes on
the run, not knowing who she can trust. When her low finances force her to take
a job as a sex phone operator, she struggles with her inexperience. When a
caller senses her desperation and inexperience and offers assistance, she’s
tempted to agree.
As soon as
Sheriff Grayson Monroe meets the new waitress at his favorite diner, something
about her strikes a familiar chord. When he sees her enter The Barn, his BDSM
club, the desire to get to the bottom of her evasive eyes and answers to his
probing questions takes hold. He’s determined to find out who she really is and
what is troubling her.
After an
icy mishap, Master Grayson has finally run out of patience. One way or another,
Avery will tell him the truth. But is it too late? Has danger already found
her? Can Grayson come to her rescue or will she lose everything she has just
gained?
Publisher’s
Note: This is book two in the Cowboy Doms series but can be read as a
standalone. This contemporary western romance is intended for adults only and
contains elements of power exchange, adult language, sensual scenes, danger,
mystery and suspense. If any of these offend you, please do not purchase.
AMAZON: https://www.amazon.com/Submitting-Sheriff-Cowboy-Doms-Book-ebook/dp/B07PC27RYM
BLUSHING BOOKS: https://www.blushingbooks.com/product/submitting-to-the-sheriff/
About the Author:
I
live in the Midwest with my husband and our dog, a lovable Great
Pyrenees/Standard Poodle. I love dogs,
enjoy spending time with my daughter, babysitting dogs and kids, reading and
working puzzles. We have traveled
extensively throughout the states, Canada and just once overseas, but I now
prefer being a homebody. I worked for a
while writing articles for a local magazine but soon found my interest in
writing for myself peaking. My first
book was strictly spanking erotica, but I slowly evolved to writing erotic
spanking romance with a touch of suspense.
My favorite genre to read is suspense.
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Hi Kathryn and BJ, wow,I love the premise and enjoyed the enticing excerpt. This sounds like an awesome, intriguing and hot read!
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