I’m so thrilled to announce that FOR SPARROW, Dream Dominant Book 3, was named the New Apple 2017 Medalist Winner for Literary Erotica!
The book is special to me for a number of reasons. First, it’s set in my home of Palm Beach County. Many of the places Jessi and Judd go, beaches and restaurants and other places, are some of my local favorites. I also dedicated the book to two lovely subbie friends of mine who inspired the story.
So for it to receive recognition is really the cherry on top!
FOR SPARROW, like all my Dream Dominants, features a light BDSM theme. In this story, when Jessi’s husband and Dominant, Graham, dies unexpectedly, she discovers that he’s made provision for her in the form of a surrogate Dom.
Sexy firefighter paramedic Judd promised his friend Graham he’d be happy to look after Jessi until she gets back on her feet, in the unlikely event that something happened to Graham. But a platonic Dom/sub relationship is a damn odd arrangement.
Could it be that Graham had something more permanent in mind?
Here’s a little teaser from FOR SPARROW.
Slowly, Jessi became aware of the drone of some sort of lawn equipment. Damn neighbors.
She tentatively cracked open one eye and wondered at the gecko staring back at her. Holy shit, I slept outside.
She carefully peeled her cheek from the seat cushion and pushed herself to a sitting position on the lounge chair, immediately regretting the sudden movement.
“Oh, my God,” she groaned, reaching to hold her head. Still, the relentless sound of trimmers echoed in her ears. From her position at the edge of the pool deck she could see past the end of the house, and to her surprise, a stranger was in her yard.
Ignoring the pounding in her head, she stood and walked toward the source of the sound. A tall muscular man with short brown hair was trimming her hedges. He was dressed in an orange Dolphins t-shirt, khaki cargo shorts, and worn brown leather work boots.
“Excuse me!” Jessi shouted, the effort sending pain shooting through her head. The man didn’t respond.
Moving closer she tried again, holding her head with both hands to prevent it from blowing apart. “I said, excuse me!”
Startled, he jumped and turned off the offending machine, his brown eyes made larger by surprise. “I’m sorry, did I wake you?” he asked.
“What are you doing here?” Jessi asked.
“I’m trimming these hedges.”
Jessi frowned. “Yeah, I can see that. I mean, why are you on my property, trimming my hedges?”
The man frowned as well. “Um, I mentioned to you that I’d be here today to help out with your lawn.”
“Who are you? When did we decide that you’d come here to do my hedges?”
He smiled in a friendly way. “I’m Judd. Farris. We spoke at the funeral? I said that I’d be over today to help out.”
Jessi blinked at him, trying desperately to recall ever having had a conversation with this…Judd person.
“Out by your pool? I know, there were a lot of people here. It probably all runs together.”
You have no idea, she thought. Then her memory stirred. “Oh, you were friends with Graham?”
He grinned broadly. “Exactly. Graham and I used to go for coffee every once in a while.”
Jessi aimed for a kind smile. “Well, look Judd, I appreciate your thoughtfulness. But you really don’t need to come over here and trim the hedges. It’s very nice of you, but I’ll be okay.”
Judd shook his head. “I promised Graham I’d check in on you, take care of things like this.”
“That’s great of you, but there’s no need. I release you from your promise,” Jessi said, her patience wearing thin.
“It was a promise I made to Graham. You have nothing to do with it,” he said reasonably, and he prepared to continue with his work.
“I have everything to do with it. Graham isn’t here. You’re dealing with me, now.”
Judd let the trimmer hang down at his side and looked at her intently. “You look like shit, if you don’t mind me saying so. When is the last time you combed your hair? You have little leaves in it.”
Jessi’s eyes went wide and she started to reply, but he cut her off. “You do realize you’re standing in your yard wearing only a stained men’s undershirt, right? I was trying to ignore it, but damn. A guy can only keep his eyes averted for so long.”
Jessi glanced down to see Graham’s undershirt, which barely covered her panties, and clung to her breasts like Saranwrap in the humidity of the morning. “Shit!” she swore.
“No worries, Jessi. I’ll be out of your hair as soon as I’m done with these hedges,” Judd said as he started the trimmers again and returned to his work.
Jessi hurried back to the pool deck and into the house.