Series: Miami Masters #4
Genre: Erotic Romance
Atlanta after being betrayed by her family and friends in the worst way. Now,
running a homeless shelter in downtown Miami, she was finally doing what she
wanted with her life and working at putting the past behind her. The only
thing marring her happiness was the constant desire to explore the BDSM
lifestyle her new friends enjoyed so much. She had tried that once, and
it led to disaster and losing everything, but the urges kept pulling at her
until she finally succumbed and braved going to a club.
fell for Hope the minute he saw her bruised face and determination to protect a
friend and resident at her shelter. His violent childhood kept him from
forming relationships, his fear of losing his temper if he came across someone
harming an innocent woman or child made him anti-social and preferring to stick
with his close friends for companionship. But when he hears Hope is at a
local BDSM club while there is a serial abuser of submissives making the rounds
in Florida, he rushes to ensure she stays safe.
keeping each other at arm’s length, Miles and Hope agree to a short-term affair
where he’ll introduce her to the lifestyle she craved until she got her
interest out of her system. But an unknown person is determined that Hope
not find the happiness that has eluded her for so long and both Miles and her
may have waited too long to come clean with each other about their pasts.
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been comfortable tucked away against the wall and obscured by the dim lighting
but moving up close to the different stations reminded her of how excited she’d
been when her and her friends toured the club in Atlanta. It had been the first time in her adult life
when sex had appealed to her, and when that Dom had given her a taste of what
she’d been witnessing, and she’d responded to the pain and exposure more than
she ever had to intercourse with her fiancé, she’d discovered she wasn’t the
cold fish Craig often complained she was.
Maybe if he had screwed her in something other than the missionary
position and added a little foreplay into the mix, she would have fared better.
before, Hope’s blood heated when Miles halted in front of a spanking bench and
they were facing the red buttocks of the woman strapped face down on the
apparatus. Her response was so quick, so
fiery hot she squeezed her thighs together to contain the rush of juices
gathering at her entrance and leaned against Miles’ arm without conscious
thought until he spoke above her.
what you’re thinking.” His low,
demanding tone brought out goosebumps along her arms and urged her to answer.
she shook her head and tried to shift away from him but should’ve known
better. She knew enough about Doms to
know they expected an honest answer to posed questions.
gave her arm a small shake.
look up at him when she said, “I’m wondering why the pain doesn’t turn her
off.” Or me either.
easier if you accept some people get off on it, and some don’t, without trying
to explain it or find a good reason for it.
If it works for you, go with it, if it doesn’t, try something else.”
it sound easy.” Doubt colored her
her face with two fingers under her chin.
“It can be, with the right person.”
Dipping his thumb inside her lower lip, he pulled it down, his black
gaze focused on her face as he skimmed over the soft, wet tissues.
imagined him doing the same thing to the sensitive nerve endings lining her
pussy and a curl of want unfurled between her legs. She swallowed hard before taking a step
back. Miles released her lip and took
hold of her elbow again, steering her down the row until they came to a woman
gyrating on a dildo attached in the center of a mechanical vault. The brunette’s soft mewls and tight grip on
the pommel revealed her distress as the Dom standing at her side flicked a
short leather strap on one, bright crimson nipple; the glistening dampness left
on the condom-covered phallus each time she rose up proved she enjoyed his
blushing but imagine how that would feel vibrating inside you as you bounced on
it, maybe with someone slapping your ass as you ride it.” Miles’ gaze swept down to her chest and she
didn’t have to follow his eyes to know he saw the rigid outline of her
painfully erect nipples through her bra and top. “Are you sure you’ve never submitted before?”
daughter, babysitting dogs and kids, reading and working puzzles. We have traveled extensively throughout the
states, Canada and just once overseas, but I now much prefer being
homebody. I worked for a while writing
articles for a local magazine but soon found my interest in writing for myself
peaking. My first book was strictly spanking
erotica, but I slowly evolved to writing erotic spanking romance with a touch
of suspense. My favorite genre to read