Not all who wander are lost...
Tabitha LeCaire searches the kink clubs in San Francisco for the Dom who can push her limits, yet still appreciate the finer points of manners and grace, which she’s worked so hard to master. When a friend introduces her to a mysterious masked man, Tabitha thinks she may have finally found her match and eagerly accepts his collar. But she may have made a mistake—as they say, marry in haste, repent in leisure.
Self-made businessman Nathan Battle loves his new little sub. But he can’t let her know that. Pushing her to forget her proper manners, he offers her a collar, hoping to keep her subservient to his needs. For now. Because Nathan doesn’t do relationships.
Until family issues demand he return home, and he realizes he doesn’t want to go without his little slave. And when his mother falls in love with Tabitha, and his brother starts making eyes at her as well, things can only go from bad to worse. Until they hit rock bottom when he finds his brother and his little slave in bed...
Reader Note: contains BDSM, spanking, BBW heroine, wax play, dominance and submission, and strong erotic romance elements
Excerpt:
For most people, a phone call
at five a.m. would be a cause for worry. Is someone hurt, in jail, or worse? As
for me, I get excited every time my phone rings, no matter the hour. I roll
over to my side and grab my vibrating phone. I hold it up in the dark to see
the name on the ID. Just seeing his name is enough to make my panties wet. I
sit up quickly and place the phone to my ear.
“Yes, sir?” I rub at my
sleepy eyes and slip from the comfort of my bed. He never calls unless he needs
me.
“My office. Now.” That’s all
his dark voice utters before he ends the phone call. His office is downtown, so
I have no time to waste. I jump in the shower; the water hasn’t even had a
chance to heat up before I run a razor over my legs. He likes every inch of me
to be smooth. My hands slip in the soap foaming and bubbling over my skin.
Chill bumps rise under my fingers as my mind begins to wonder what he has
planned for me.
Knowing he will tear away
whatever panties I put on, I forgo them and slip into my pencil skirt. I tuck
in a button-up blouse that will offer him a glance at my lush cleavage as soon
as I enter the room. The thin white fabric does nothing to hide my hardening
nipples. I could blame the peaks on the cold shower, but we all know better
than that. My nipples are begging for his touch, for his tongue to trace the
edges of my areolas and for his teeth to sink into the hardened nubs until I
whimper for mercy. Mercy only he can give me, if he is so inclined. By the tone
in his voice, I don’t imagine he is in a very giving mood.
Once in my car, I jab the
accelerator, which feels awkward under my stiletto, and glance at my watch.
Five twenty a.m. He is either having a very late night or a stupid early
morning. I steer the car toward his big office building and pray he understands
I did my best to hurry.
I run my fingers through my
still-damp hair and sigh. He won’t be happy that I didn’t blow-dry it. He hates
when I tempt fate and wear my hair wet in the chilly morning air. Rolling down
both the windows, I ruffle my fingers through my locks and hope the air current
will help speed up the drying process.
I pull into the parking
garage and smile to myself when hardly any cars are in the lot. I’ll have him
to myself. No secretary waiting outside his door, making me avoid screaming out
my pleasure. I hate keeping it all bottled inside when he torments my body. No
coworkers to smirk and chuckle as I exit his office, looking like a hot mess. I
enjoy when it’s just us, but when those people are around, I feel only pride
when I leave him. Their stares and judgmental giggles can’t take away the peace
he offers me. My phone chimes.
“Where are you?” I can’t decipher his mood
through text.
“The elevator, sir.” I press the button for the
sixteenth floor. The ride up feels like a lifetime.
The doors open and I step out
onto the marble that will lead me to him. At the end of the hall, his office
doors are open. They are never left open, and this makes my belly tighten.
I stop at the plush carpet at
the doorway and lower to my knees with grace, a talent one achieves only with
much practice. The tightness of my skirt doesn’t allow me to part my knees like
I am supposed to. I worry my lip between my teeth. Why did I choose this skirt?
There isn’t anything I can do about it now. I slip my arms behind my back and
tangle my fingers together.
His fingers fly over his
keyboard. The sound echoes throughout the empty space. His office is large and
masculine, like him. His bulky desk fills the center of the room, a brown
leather couch sits to the right, and a wall of windows spans behind him. He is
working in the dark. The city behind him is slowly waking up, and the skyline
twinkles with the coming sun.
“Strip,” he says without
looking at me. His laptop screen illuminates the hard planes of his face, his
expression offering me no indication of his mood. This mask of his drives me
wild.
Review
Boy oh boy! This is one amazingly hot book - you may want to read it in private as you're sure to get hot and bothered! This is a nice, easy to read, low angst book that I really enjoyed. This is the second book that I've by this author and they were both really good, so I'll definitely be looking out for more of her books in the future.
Review
Submissive Tabitha, and Dominant Nathan are both looking for a committed BDSM relationship. They just a partner for sex and play, they are not interested in an emotional girlfriend and boyfriend type of relationship. They both take dominance and submission seriously and seem like a perfect match. But when something traumatic happens they begin to realise that emotions have become involved after all.
I really enjoyed this book, the BDSM scenes were great and there was a decent story to back it up. Four stars.
I received a copy of this book in exchange for a honest review.
Bio
I really enjoyed this book, the BDSM scenes were great and there was a decent story to back it up. Four stars.
I received a copy of this book in exchange for a honest review.
Bio
J. Richards is a twenty six year old mother and wife. She was born
in a small town in New Hampshire, which she left at the age of eighteen to
marry the love of her life. Leaving everything and everyone she had ever known
to live down south with her new husband. They have now been married for almost
eight years and are raising a wild child of a daughter. Her husband is in the
military and because of that, they have shared the joys and struggles of moving
around the country.
J. Richards has always loved reading and writing, dreams of
becoming a published author seemed just that, only dreams. In 2015, with
encouragement from a friend, she submitted a short story to etopia press and
was beyond surprised when they wished to publish it. She now has four works
under contract and a very hot series in the making.
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