For this week’s excerpt, I’m giving you a teaser from LOST & BOUND. But first, let me tell you a little about the story.
Blake Walker is no stranger to tragedy. Immediately following a horrific event years earlier, he was lost for a while until he embraced his Dominant nature and found his true calling. But things change and now he’s back where he started, helping to run his family’s secluded lake lodge.
When pampered Hollywood starlet Shasta Pyke gets into trouble with the law, she’s sent to the wilderness of northern Ontario to cool her heels for a few weeks. There she meets sexy bush pilot Blake, who is tasked with seeing to her needs as the sole guest at the lodge.
Initially, Blake isn’t impressed with the spoiled actress, but he’s happy that her visit allows for his sister Jackie and her kids to go on a much-needed vacation. Try as he might, he can’t figure out what the hell Shasta Pyke is doing so far out of her element.
Shasta’s attracted to Blake’s obvious good looks, but there’s more to him than that. He sees through her armor to the vulnerable little girl she hides from the world. The Daddy Dominant in him craves to shelter her, to make her his own.
Lost & Bound is Book 2 of the Dream Dominant Collection, a series of stand-alone novels featuring sexy, Dominant men and the strong, red-haired submissives who find them irresistible. It is a contemporary erotic romance novel with a light BDSM theme, and features a DD/lg relationship. It is intended for mature audiences.
Sound interesting? Read a snippet from LOST & BOUND.
When they entered the Blue Moon Café, every head turned. Rather than taking his usual seat at the counter, Blake led Shasta to a window table in the corner. He seated her opposite himself as he sat with his back to the wall.
A waitress in a blue uniform greeted them with menus and glasses of water, and left them to decide on their lunch order. “What looks good to you?” Blake asked. “You should know, they make killer milkshakes.” He grinned at her.
“Milkshakes?” she laughed. “I haven’t had a milkshake in…forever. I’m always in training for one role or another.”
He arched an eyebrow. “You aren’t in training now. You want a milkshake, don’t you? Aw, come on.” His face was mischievous.
“I don’t know…”
“Mm-hmm, let’s see. Vanilla?” He laughed. “No way, my kitten’s not vanilla. How about mint chocolate chip?”
Shasta chewed her lower lip as she tried to suppress a smile.
“Ha, mint chocolate chip it is!” Blake smiled happily. “I’ll order for you, kitten. I like to do that. I’ll get to know your tastes and make the choices, but for now, help me out a little.”
She giggled. “Well, I guess a milkshake really doesn’t go with a salad.”
“Nope, I’m pretty sure there’s some kind of provincial law against milkshakes and salads being paired up. I’m thinking a nice burger with fries. Or maybe onion rings?”
Shasta laughed again. “You are so bad!”
His chuckle was dark. “You have no idea.”
“I think I have some idea.”
He grinned at that, taking her hand and kissing it. “You do have some idea. But I’ll keep you guessing.”
A different waitress approached their table. “Hi, Blake. Why are you way over here today?” It was Donna, the flirt who worked the counter.
“We’re having a nice quiet lunch today. Donna, this is Amy. Amy, meet Donna.” Blake watched the waitress’s eyes narrow.
“It’s nice to meet you, Donna,” Shasta murmured.
Donna just stared at her.
“Okay, we know what we’d like,” Blake plunged ahead. “The lady will take a burger, well done, with provolone cheese, a side of onion rings, and a mint chocolate chip milkshake. Make my cheese cheddar, a side of fries, and a chocolate fudge shake.”
Donna’s eyes flitted from Shasta to Blake and back again. Shasta narrowed her eyes and leaned forward on the table, frowning. The waitress hesitated for a moment longer, then turned and rushed away from the table.
“Don’t try to stare me down, bitch, because I will win every time,” Shasta muttered.
“Hey!” Blake’s voice was low but stern.
“You saw her. I don’t put up with that.” She sat back and crossed her arms in front of her.
“She’s just jealous. Donna flirts with me when I come in here. I’ve never brought a woman in here before.” Blake leaned across the table. “She couldn’t be my kitten. She’s not nearly strong enough.”
Reluctantly, Shasta smiled. “No? She’s not strong enough?” She chewed her bottom lip again. “And you think I am?”
“I know you are.”
Shasta giggled happily. When their food arrived a short time later, it was brought by a different waitress. Shasta groaned when she took her first sip of milkshake. “Oh, my god, this is amazing!”
“Who’s your Daddy?” Blake laughed.
Shasta laughed, too. They enjoyed their food without conversation for a few minutes.
“I appreciate you being willing to do the blood tests. It’s just not safe to forego those.”
He looked down. “I’ve been with my fair share of women. I’m a member of a club in Toronto. Getting tested on a regular basis is required. You really never know who will be there. It’s rare to play with the same submissive more than once.”
“Submissive? It’s a BDSM club?” Her eyes were wide.
Blake nodded. “You can imagine how difficult it is to find play partners out here in the boondocks. The club makes it easy—everybody is there for the same reason.”
“So you…slept with…a lot of different girls?”
“We played, kitten. Kind of like what you and I did last night.”
Shasta absorbed this information. “Before you, I was with three other guys ever.” He was watching her intently so she continued. “I was sixteen when I lost my virginity to Jamie Duncan.”
“The pop singer?” He leaned forward on his elbows.
Shasta nodded miserably. “That was such a stupid idea. I thought I knew everything. Then, I dated Chip Felder, the guy from that crime show? We were together for a little over a year.” She sighed. “And then, of course, there was Jeremy.”
“Do you ever go out with regular guys?” His eyes sparkled with curiosity.
“I don’t meet regular guys.”
“You’re not regular.” She looked at him meaningfully.
Blake looked down at the table and laughed. “No, I suppose not.”
They finished their lunch and paid the tab, heading out into the bright sunlight. Blake regarded her curiously. “I want to take you one more place before we head home.”
Rather than heading to the car, he led her in the opposite direction to the door of Kink Ink. “Are we getting a tattoo?” she wondered.
“Not today, but I’m not ruling it out for later. I want you to meet someone.” He held open the door for her.
The shop was empty when they walked in, bell over the door tinkling to announce their presence. Shasta wandered over to study the tattoo samples on the wall, poring over the vast array of colors and shapes. Blake settled, leaning against the glass case. They heard a female voice from behind the black curtain separating the front space from the back. “Coming!”
The curtain flipped open, and a disparate couple emerged, petite goth princess and mountainous First Nation god, both with jet black hair and covered with tattoos of all shapes, sizes, and colors. “Blake! You’re back so soon!” the woman cried. “What’s…” She stopped at the sight of Shasta.
Blake grinned. “Eve, Sam,” he gestured toward Shasta, “I’d like you to meet Amy. Amy, this is Eve and Sam.”
Shyly, Shasta made her way to Blake and grasped his hand. “Hi, nice to meet you,” she smiled.
Both Eve and Sam blinked, unspeaking. Finally, Sam found his voice. “It’s nice to meet you, Amy,” he nodded. “Welcome to the shop.”
She smiled demurely. “Thank you. It’s very nice.”
Eve was still blinking and shifting her gaze between Shasta and Blake. Blake chuckled. “We’d like to browse in back.”
“Uh, sure,” Eve finally said, “come on back.”
Blake winked at Shasta and, still holding her hand, followed Eve through the curtain toward the back of the shop. Eve swung open the door and gestured like a gameshow model. “Here you go, knock yourselves out. Let me know if I can help you find something.”
“Thank you,” Shasta murmured. Stepping into the room, she gazed around at the displays, eyes widening as understanding began to dawn on her. “What is this place?”
Blake pulled her to himself, lightly kissing her temple. “Eve and Sam run the tattoo shop but they also do kick-ass business online selling kink gear. They keep a little of it back here for local customers.”
“You mean they know about you being a Dom and all?”
“Of course. It’s no big deal to them. Eve’s a Domme, too. Sam is her sub.”
Shasta’s mouth dropped open. “No!”
He had to laugh. “Yes. Although they have more of a ‘Master/slave’ kind of thing.”
“But he’s huge! And she’s so tiny. How does that work?”
“It’s not about size, kitten. It’s about who you really are, in your soul. As big as he is, Sam is a submissive soul. Although, he’s a switch. He can Dom when they play with a third.”
“A third,” she echoed softly. She fixed him with a desperate look. “Would we ever have a third?”
He shook his head. “No, kitten, I’m pretty sure you’re all I can handle.”
“Well, good. I wouldn’t want to share,” she said definitely, crossing her arms.
He pulled her to himself and kissed her tenderly. “I would never share you, kitten. Rest assured.”
He released her and watched as Shasta reached to touch a silver chain collar hanging on a hook. She pivoted her face toward him. “Is this where you got the pink cuffs?”
He nodded. “Mm-hmm, and the mask and the paddle. I thought maybe we could pick out another couple of things to take home with us today.”
A slow smile spread across Shasta’s face. “Really?” she giggled.
“Really. How about you look around and see what strikes your fancy? I’m going to go talk to Eve and Sam for a few minutes. When I come back, I want you to have something picked out.”
Shasta glanced around the room. “Anything?”
“I want you to pick something you think will please me.” He watched her thoughtfully.
“Something that will please you…”
“I’ll be back,” he said over his shoulder as he left to find his friends.
Sam and Eve were huddled over the glass counter in the front of the shop when Blake emerged through the black curtain. “So what gives?” Eve demanded. “That’s Shasta-fucking-Pyke!”
“Yeah, man, I’d know her anywhere. Two Days Until Sunrise? I saw that movie three times,” Sam added.
Blake shrugged uncomfortably. “Her real name is Amy Malone. And she’s staying at the lodge for a few weeks.”
“Which is why you’re closed, isn’t it?” Eve added.
He nodded. “Which is why we’re closed. It’s very hush-hush. I know I can count on you to keep it quiet.”
“But why is she here?” Sam wondered.
“It has to do with some trouble back in California. She’s just getting a little R&R.”
Eve laughed. “And a little BDSM while she’s at it.”
Blake blushed slightly. “That just…” He trailed off, shaking his head. “One minute she’s throwing rocks at me, the next thing I know, I’m kissing her. She’s amazing, really, and a born baby girl submissive, there’s no doubt in my mind.” He gazed out the window of the shop. “It doesn’t feel casual to me. I think I’m really falling for her.”
“Good for you, man.” Sam clapped a giant hand on Blake’s shoulder. “It’s about time you found the right one.”
“How about I go check in on your kitten?” Eve offered.
Here’s the book trailer for LOST & BOUND.