Dream Dominant Book 3, this novel is the story of Jessi Crenshaw, a young widow, bereft in the wake of her husband’s unexpected death. She’s lost her spouse, lover, friend, and Dominant.
But it turns out that her husband Graham had in inkling that his health was in decline, and he tapped someone to take his place. Enter sexy firefighter and paramedic Judd Farris. He promised his friend and mentor Graham that he’d look after Jessi if it ever became necessary.
A platonic Dom/sub relationship. It’s a temporary arrangement, just until Jessi gets back on her feet. Surely Graham didn’t mean for it to be more than that. But how long can they resist crossing that line?
Meet Jessi and Judd.
Now how about a steamy little teaser?
Flickering candlelight greeted them as they entered the bedroom, and Jessi saw various implements lined up on the bed. She looked to Judd.
“I wanted to create the right mood, Angel. Candles seemed the way to go.”
Slowly she approached the bed and lightly fingered what she saw there–a black leather crop, a rectangular paddle also of black leather, a black suede flogger, and a wooden spoon. Judd stepped beside her and slid off his black leather belt, adding it to the assortment.
When she turned to him, his expression was bemused. “Told you I went shopping,” he laughed. “Now, you’ve been such a good girl, I’m going to let you choose what I’m using to spank you with tonight. So what will it be?” He stepped back and folded his arms across his chest, waiting to see her response.
Jessi blinked and looked back to the items on the bed. Her head spun with possibilities, but suddenly she knew the answer. Dropping to her knees, she grasped her wrists behind her back and bowed her head. “Whichever one would please you, Sir.”
“Angel, you please me more than I can say.” He stroked her hair lovingly, then removed his shirt, tossing it into the bathroom.
“I think…” He reached down to help her stand, tugging at the dress gathered around her waist to pull it the rest of the way down. “I think we’ll get the biggest bang for our buck…or your butt,” he grinned, “with the paddle. I want you to stand at the end of the bed and lean over.”
Jessi complied, resting her torso on the bed, her head turned toward the slider overlooking the beach and the ocean beyond. In the dim light, she could also see herself, naked and bent over the end of the bed, reflected in the white sheer-shrouded glass. Her expression was wanton, needy. And she felt immensely happy.
Judd smoothed his hand over her bare bottom, pausing to tweak the plug. Jessi gasped at the sensation and felt the need in her core grow. She yelped when the first smack surprised her, but after that, she gave herself over to the sensations, the whack on her cheeks, the vibration in her ass, the tingle in her pussy.
At some point, Judd put down the paddle and used his hands to smooth away the sting. “Up on the bed and on your knees, Angel.”
Jessi complied, and he turned her to face the bank of glass. “Head up. I want you to watch as I fuck your cunt.”
She gasped, her eyes meeting his in the reflection as he impaled her with no further preamble. He pounded into her, all the while fidgeting with the red-jeweled flange of the butt plug. Jessi felt a release of fluid she was powerless to stop.
“Come when you’re ready, Angel. You’ve earned it,” Judd coaxed.
Needing no further encouragement, Jessi cried out as ecstasy overtook her, starting in her drenched core and radiating throughout her body.
“Good girl,” Judd murmured as her shuddering subsided. He leaned forward to kiss her shoulder. “But we’re not done quite yet. I’m still taking your ass tonight.”
Gently, he helped her down to her belly and slid her to the edge of the bed so that her feet rested on the floor. Using his foot, he pushed her feet wide, and he carefully removed the butt plug, wrapping it in a waiting towel. “What’s your color, Angel?”
She heard concern in his voice. “Um, green, Sir. I’m good.”
“Good. Very good.”
Next, Jessi felt a cool dollop of lube at the top of her crack and Judd massaged it around the hole the plug had vacated. That was followed by the pressure of Judd’s cock pushing at her entrance. “Breathe, Angel. Just relax and breathe.”
Jessi did just that, closing her eyes and focusing on the renewed sensation in her pussy as Judd pushed his way into her back hole. When his head pushed past her taut ring, he stopped, giving her a chance to acclimate before he pushed forward.
Jessi raised her head, seeking out his eyes in the glass door. She watched as he slowly pushed himself in to the root, and she saw his chest hitch as he forced himself to hold still again. At the question in his eyes, she nodded, and he gave her the full force of him, withdrawing abruptly, then slamming back into her, pounding her tight passage. He pulled her to her knees to gain better purchase, his balls slapping against her clit with every charge, and she felt her moment building again.
“Come with me, Jessi. I want us to come together,” he grunted, as he released himself for the second time that night.
Jessi saw sparks and screamed out her pleasure, continuing to shake as he slid from her grasp and collapsed onto the bed. Judd gathered her to himself, wrapping her in his arms as they both gasped for air. She snuggled in to his chest and he lightly kissed her temple. “I’m yours,” she whispered.
“Yes, you are. You’re mine, Jessi.”
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All through the month of June, I’m celebrating the 2nd anniversary of the publication of LUKE & BELLA, Dream Dominant Book 1. All month, both Dream Dominant novels, LUKE & BELLA and LOST & BOUND are on sale for just .99 each!
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.
Is there any way Shasta will agree to submit to Blake’s Dominance?
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.
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LUKE & BELLA was first published two years ago this week. In celebration, this week’s excerpt is from that book, the first of the Dream Dominant Collection. Wondering what it’s about?
Television journalist Bella Grant lands the job of a lifetime–travel the world and create a new television travel program. She’s been paired up with co-producer and cameraman Luke McGillicutty, who’s been coaxed out of premature retirement with the promise of creative freedom and the chance to work with a gorgeous redhead.
Visiting exotic cities, staying in luxurious hotels… Is it any wonder that the two fall in love? But Luke hasn’t been completely honest with Bella. He’s Dominant. What’s more, he believes she’s the perfect submissive.
If he tells her the truth, he could lose her forever. On the other hand, can he risk the chance that they could have it all?
Here’s a new excerpt from LUKE & BELLA.
They walked the two blocks to McTavish’s. Holding open the door as he allowed Bella to precede him into the pub, Luke instinctively placed his hand on the small of her back and at once felt a charge of electricity. He looked at her curiously, wondering if she felt it as well.
Bella appreciated Luke’s old-school manners. Who says chivalry is dead? she asked herself, smiling. She didn’t at all mind that he held the door for her as they entered the pub. It was funny, though. As she passed him in the doorway, his hand grazed her back innocently enough, but she felt a shiver that went from her head to her toes. Focus, girlfriend, on the task at hand.
Glancing around, she saw that the interior was all dark wood and looked like a classic pub. Bella noted that the crowd seemed local. They were headed toward the bar when they heard a roar.
“Luke mother-fucking McGillicutty! You son of a bitch!” Luke moved toward the source of the roar, a tall man with shaggy grey hair, warm brown eyes, and huge smile. The two men embraced then stepped back to shake hands.
“How are you Nevin?” Luke laughed.
“I’m grand, Luke, very well,” said Nevin, but his eyes were on Bella. “Terribly sorry for my foul language,” he apologized, bowing. “Who is this lovely lady?”
Bella stepped forward, hand out and offering her best smile. “Hello! I’m Bella Grant. I’ve heard so much about you.”
Nevin ignored her hand and instead wrapped her in a huge bear hug.
“Nevin, Bella. Bella, Nevin,” Luke smirked.
“Bella, it’s lovely to meet you. What in bloody hell are you doing with this loser arsehole?” he demanded. “Come, sit, drink,” he said, leading them to the bar.
“Um, actually, we work together,” Bella replied, a bit overwhelmed for once in her life. She observed, with a smile, that the foul language was back.
Luke noticed she did not dispute his status as a loser or an arsehole, but followed the two of them anyway.
“How do you and Luke know each other?” Bella asked. Nevin launched into the story of how they met during a joint exercise back in their special ops days.
“Haven’t seen him since he was here covering that horrible explosion about five years ago,” Nevin finished solemnly.
Bella looked questioningly at Luke. “Yeah, that time that whole block went up in a natural gas explosion,” he muttered. “I was in London and they sent me here.” He blinked his eyes trying to unsee what he’d seen.
“How is it we came to Edinburgh and you didn’t mention that?” Bella asked quietly. Luke ignored the question. She looked at him, wondering.
Nevin immediately moved behind the bar and asked what he could pour her.
“I wouldn’t mind a glass of white wine,” Bella replied.
“Aren’t you going to take my order?” Luke asked.
“I know your poison,” Nevin laughed, and poured Luke a glass of Three Labels Scotch.
Pointing at the bottle, Luke told Bella, “This is it. This is Nevin’s family label.”
“Really?” asked Bella. “I’d try it, but I’d rather get my work done first.”
“So, Nevin, we’d like to shoot your place then have a chat with you. Would that be okay?” Luke proposed.
“Of course, especially if that is the desire of the lovely Miss Bella,” charmed Nevin.
She giggled in spite of herself. “Yes, please,” she answered.
“It’s settled then. And McGillicutty, be sure to get my good side,” joked Nevin.
Bella set about ignoring Luke as he worked his camera and she engaged Nevin in conversation, which was very easy since clearly Nevin liked to talk. They discussed the pub and the clientele. Her first impression had been correct—most of the patrons were locals. Nevin spoke lovingly about the pub and the business. Bella asked Nevin to talk about how life in Edinburgh had changed over the years.
When he’d finished, she changed the subject. “I’d love to visit the distillery. Would that be possible?” she asked.
“Of course, we’d love to have you,” was Nevin’s warm reply.
Bella looked at Luke. “I think we’ve got it,” she said.
“Yep, looks good,” Luke agreed.
“So is work done, then? Let me give you the best table in the house and the serious drinking can commence,” said Nevin, grinning gleefully. He led them to a high top table next to the back wall with a view of the entire pub. Luke and Bella sat across from each other while Nevin disappeared.
“That was good,” Luke said.
She smiled at him. “I think it went well, too.”
Nevin returned with a new bottle of Three Labels and three glasses. He proceeded to pour them each a shot. They all lifted their glasses and Nevin toasted, “To friends!” They all tossed back the Scotch.
Bella coughed a little and the men laughed.
“That’ll put hair on your chest,” Nevin grinned.
Luke’s eyes immediately went to her cleavage which was fully on display in the deeply v-cut black sweater. “Careful, Cowboy,” Luke whispered to himself. Bella glanced at him, unsure she’d heard him clearly.
“Well, friends, I need to take care of my customers. I’ll stop by later to see how you’re doing.” They watched him move away greeting people like long lost family.
“He’s quite the force of nature, isn’t he?” Bella commented.
“Yeah, he’s good people,” Luke replied. He poured himself a second shot and offered one to Bella, not expecting her to take it and surprised when she did. He tossed his back and watched her do the same, without coughing this time.
“You didn’t tell me you’d worked here before. I’m wondering why,” Bella said, looking at him intensely.
“It’s not a very good memory, actually. Not one I like to discuss,” he replied, pouring for himself again. She still had him fixed with that fierce gaze and he realized she wasn’t going to let the matter drop.
Luke sighed. “What do you want me to say, Bella? I’ve seen a lot of shit in my time. The explosion here? It was bad. Took them three days to put out the fire. Debris was scattered for two miles in every direction. They found charred body parts…” he trailed off.
“You still have nightmares.” It was not a question.
He set his mouth in a grim line, finished with the topic.
“Well, we’re interviewing a survivor of that fire tomorrow at 10:30,” she countered, and poured herself another shot.
“That’s our appointment tomorrow?” he asked.
Bella nodded. “Are you going to be alright with that?”
“Sure, no worries,” he replied, draining his shot. She tossed back hers as well, looking him straight in the eye. He watched her but didn’t say anything. She had to be feeling that Scotch by now.
He poured again for himself and she pointed to her glass. Somebody has a competitive streak, he thought. He poured for her as well, but questioned the wisdom of doing so.
A server approached their table balancing a small tray carrying a single glass of white wine. “This is for the lady from the gentleman at the bar,” she said. Luke looked toward the bar and saw a short young man standing at the bar staring at Bella.
“Tell the gentleman the lady says No, thank you,” Luke growled, surprising Bella.
“Oy, pal, Nevin says the lady isn’t with anybody,” called the man at the bar.
“Clearly, she’s with me,” Luke countered, and started to get up. Nevin rushed in to diffuse the situation, offering a free drink to the man at the bar and shooting an amused glance at Luke.
Draining her fourth shot, Bella commented, loudly, “Clearly, McDude isn’t paying attention. We’re drinking Scotch over here.” She dissolved into giggles.
“Alright, Princess. Let’s get you back to the hotel,” said Luke, protectively. He helped her to her feet and they moved toward the bar. “See you tomorrow, Nevin. Around 2:00?” Luke said.
“2:00 it is,” Nevin replied. Bella waved goodbye and turned unsteadily toward the door. Nevin winked at Luke and turned back to his customers.
Luke steadied Bella as they stepped out onto the sidewalk. She waved him away. “I’ve got this,” she said stubbornly.
“Okay, you’ve got this. I’ll just help a little,” he smiled. They made it back to the hotel and up to the suite. He led her into the bedroom.
“Come on, Princess. We’ll get you into bed.” He sat her on the side of the bed and helped her off with her shoes.
“Arms up,” he said, and pulled the sweater off over her head. She was wearing the same bra from earlier. He felt part of him stiffen.
“Okay, now lie back,” he said gently, and slid off the gray skirt. Her panties matched the bra. Of course they do, he thought, mentally rolling his eyes.
Pulling up the covers he leaned down to kiss her gently on the forehead. “Good night, Princess,” he whispered.
“Luke,” she called quietly.
He bent over her. “What?”
She leaned up and pressed her lips to his, kissing him hungrily, probing his mouth with her tongue. Abandoning his resolve, he kissed her back for a long moment before reluctantly pulling himself away.
Sighing deeply, he brought her a glass of water from the bathroom and placed it next to the bed. “See you in the morning,” he whispered before retiring to the couch for the night.
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