FOR SPARROW, Dream Dominant Book 3, is a 2018 Golden Flogger Award Finalist for Best BDSM Book in the BDSM Light category. It’s a wonderful honor for a book that’s so close to my heart.
This heart-felt story grew out of my thoughts regarding a couple of dear submissive friends of mine. And I set it in my home of Palm Beach County, Florida, taking the characters to some of my favorite places.
Here’s what it’s about in a nutshell:
When Jessi Crenshaw’s husband died, she lost her friend, her lover…and her Dominant.
But it turns out that Graham had an inkling that his health was in decline, and he tapped his friend and protégé in the Lifestyle, firefighter/paramedic Judd Farris, to be Jessi’s Dominant just until she gets back on her feet.
Could it be that Graham had more in mind than merely a temporary solution?
FOR SPARROW is also the 2017 New Apple Medalist for Literary Erotica.
Here’s a little peek.
“Have you always been a paramedic?” she asked.
“After I graduated from Florida State, I started out as a firefighter,” he said. He laughed at her automatic grimace. “Don’t tell me, you’re a Florida graduate.”
Jessi laughed lightly. “Go, Gators!”
He chuckled with her. “Anyway, after a few years I went to EMT school, and then later I completed my paramedic training.”
“Does being a paramedic keep you safer than being a firefighter?” Her brow furrowed with worry.
Judd smiled. “I suppose. I don’t run into many burning buildings anymore. We wait for the guys to bring victims out of the fires. And we respond to heart attacks, injuries, car accidents, that kind of thing.”
He watched Jessi’s eyes widen. “No,” he shook his head. “I didn’t get the call for Graham’s accident. I was off that day.”
“How did you know…“
“Jessi, your eyes show everything you’re thinking,” he said gently. “It’s the damnedest thing I ever saw.”
Jessi immediately looked down at her plate, concerned about what else her eyes might give away. Judd went back to eating and she picked at her burger some more. Looking back up, she spoke again. “How did you know Graham?”
Judd looked back up at Jessi, swallowed his bite of burger, and cleared his throat. “I followed his blog for quite a while.” Jessi blinked, trying to make the leap from following a blog to being friends.
He sighed, wiping his mouth and setting down his napkin. “I told you my marriage ended because we wanted different things in life. As things started going south, I realized that one problem was that both of us wanted to be in control. And it didn’t work. There was no yin to the yang, you know?”
Jessi nodded, frowning.
“I started looking online for anything that could help, some kind of advice to help me save my marriage. The more I looked, the more I realized that in my core self, I’m Dominant.”
Judd paused to let that sink in. Jessi was listening raptly. “I found a few websites about being Dominant, you know the kind of thing, ‘do this’, ‘don’t do that’. When I started going out again after the divorce, I tried some things, some really stupid things. I made a few dates through FetLife and they were disastrous.” He shook his head, half smiling. “Graham’s writing was a revelation. I thought, here’s a guy who knows what it is to be Dominant, to lead a submissive in the right way.”
She still didn’t say anything so he pushed on. “I became something of a stalker,” he laughed, “reading every article, digging through his archives… I commented on his posts and asked questions, and he was always nice, he always took the time to answer me.” Judd took a break, nibbling on a handful of fries. Jessi sipped her beer and waited.
“When I realized he was local, I worked up the nerve to ask him to meet me for coffee, and he agreed. We met at Howley’s, and we talked for hours.”
“Howley’s,” Jessi repeated.
Judd grinned wryly. “Cooked in sight…”
“Must be right,” she finished, smiling sadly.
He nodded. “We met about once a month after that. He was my mentor, but he was also my friend.”
“He never told me this. I never knew that he was meeting someone, mentoring someone.” Jessi gazed out over the water.
“That last time,” Judd began, “he was preoccupied. He kept talking about what would happen to you when he was gone.”
“Why?” Jessi quietly pleaded. “Why did he think something was going to happen? Why didn’t he tell me if he thought something was wrong?”
Judd shook his head. “I don’t know. I think maybe he was feeling like something was off, and he didn’t want to worry you.” He looked at Jessi and sighed. “Graham asked me to promise I’d look out for you, make sure you were alright. Those things I work on at your house?” Jessi nodded. “Before we left Howley’s that day, he handed me an envelope with my name on it, said in the event something happened to him, I should open it.”
“It was a list of chores around my house?” Jessi asked. Judd nodded solemnly.
Jessi frowned. “Was the dog on that list?”
Judd laughed. “Yes. I wasn’t sure how I was going to make that happen.”
He looked down for a moment. “The list was the second page. The first page was a letter outlining how he wanted me to make sure that you were okay. He worried about you, Jessi.”
She looked away and swiped at a lone tear with the heel of her hand. “I just don’t understand,” she said quietly.
“There’s more, Jessi.” She looked back at him expectantly. “Graham gave me two envelopes that day. The one for me…and one for you.”
Jessi’s eyes widened. “You mean you’ve had—“
Judd put up a hand to stop her. “He told me to give it to you when the time was right. Jessi, I had it in the pocket of my jacket on the day of the funeral. But you were surrounded by assholes saying really stupid things, and you looked like you’d been hit by a bus, and it didn’t seem like the right time to give it to you. I’ve had it in my truck every time I’ve come by.”
He placed his hand over hers. “I think it’s the right time tonight. I’ll give it to you when we get back to your house.”
The drive back to Jessi’s was accented by tense silence. Judd watched out of the corner of his eye as Jessi wrung her hands together anxiously, her face tight. When they pulled into the driveway, she unbuckled her seatbelt.
“Hang on a second,” he told her. “I’ll get your door.”
Standing at the kitchen island, he handed her an envelope. Her heart ached at the sight of Graham’s familiar left-handed scrawl across the face of the envelope.
Jessi’s eyes filled with tears.
Judd spoke softly. “I’ll be out back when you’re finished, and we can talk about it if you like.” He squeezed her shoulder gently. “Come on, Buddy. Let’s go outside.” Happily, the puppy followed Judd out the back door.
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