Blurb:
Heidi considers herself a strong, independent, professional—definitely not the type to fall for a macho, dominant alpha-male like her neighbor in 6F. Yet when she overhears his kinky, sensual escapades one evening, she finds herself as intrigued as she is horrified. Surely that’s not spanking she’s hearing? And are those whimpers from the woman in his bed caused by pleasure or pain? She tells herself she is not attracted to…whatever they are doing. But when she has an unfortunate run-in with Mr. 6F himself, the connection is electric. To her great consternation, she finds herself imagining what it would be like to be under his authority, or bound to his bed.
Dominic thinks he’s tasted all the pleasures the lifestyle has to offer without the messy complications of an emotional connection or commitment…until he meets Heidi. The night she finally gets up the nerve to ask him to put her over his knee, he’s more than happy to oblige. This sassy, adorable woman draws out of him a desire to protect and lead, awakened with growing fervor as he introduces her to the erotic, intoxicating world of dominance and submission.
But when Heidi and Dom are thrown together in an unlikely series of events that tie them together professionally, they must separate business from pleasure. Or will they?
Excerpt:
“So, sorry again about this,” she said, lifting her hands to indicate the dog, Tammy, and herself. “I’ll just take Prin…”
“You know, we have rules in this complex,” he said, folding his arms across his chest and walking… stalking… slowly down the stairs. “Rules about dogs,” he elaborated. “And leashes.”
Heidi flushed.
“Those rules protect everyone’s safety,” he concluded when he was standing right in front of her.
“I know… I just… It was kind of an emergency,” she stammered. “And I was holding the leash. I didn’t expect her to pull away like that.”
“Sounds to me like you need a firmer hand on the leash.”
He did not just say that to me.
Heidi looked up at him, eyes widening in amazement at the double meaning, but his return look was bland. God, she was paranoid.
She cleared her throat.
“It won’t happen again,” she promised.
“See that it doesn’t,” he said softly but sternly, sending an uncontrollable flush of warmth through her body and making her fucking traitorous nipples harden again, right there on the spot.
Quickly folding her arms across her chest once more, a quick glance at his face told her he suspected exactly what she was trying to hide.
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Jane Henry
Jane has been writing since her early teens, dabbling in short stories and poetry. When she married and began having children, her pen was laid to rest for several years, until the National Novel Writing Challenge (NaNoWriMo) in 2010 awakened in her the desire to write again. That year, she wrote her first novel, and has been writing ever since. In 2012, she became interested in the d/s lifestyle, and has discovered her love for writing romance with a d/s twist. With a houseful of children, she finds time to write in the early hours of the morning, squirreled away with a laptop, blanket, and cup of hot coffee. Years ago, she heard the wise advice, “Write the book you want to read,” and has taken it to heart. She sincerely hopes you also enjoy the books she likes to read.
Maisy Archer
Maisy is an unabashed book nerd who has been in love with romance since reading her first Julie Garwood novel at the tender age of 12. After a decade as a technical writer, she finally made the leap into writing fiction several years ago and has never looked back. Like her other great loves – coffee, caramel, beach vacations, yoga pants, and her amazing family – her love of words has only continued to grow… in a manner inversely proportional to her love of exercise, house cleaning, and large social gatherings. She loves to hear from fellow romance lovers, and is always on the hunt for her next great read.
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