His friend’s little sister…
Sasha Easton has had her eye on Lincoln Walsh—the owner of Club Zodiac—for five years. Unfortunately, he does nothing but scowl at her and reject her every shy advance.
She’s not right for him…
Lincoln doesn’t have a choice but to discourage Sasha because the truth is that he’s a sadist. And Sasha is no masochist. No matter how much he might want her in his bed, he can’t change the type of Dom he is.
She’s not as innocent as he thinks…
Determined to get Lincoln to see her as more than his business partner’s little sister, Sasha delivers an ultimatum—let her join Club Zodiac or she’ll explore her submission elsewhere.
Can he train her and let her go?
Watching the only woman he’s ever wanted play with another Dom is more than Lincoln can bear, so he finds himself agreeing to train her himself. After all, he’s confident if he pushes her hard enough, he can protect her from the lifestyle and himself from admitting the truth about his feelings.
When Becca Jameson takes you on a journey to submission, she does it with detail. Stunning detail.
Sasha has known about the BDSM lifestyle for a very long time. When her parents died, her brother Rowen had her spending time in the offices above the club while he worked. She’s also known she is a submissive for a very long time. The problem, her submission is reserved for only one man.
Lincoln steps up when Sasha carries out her ultimatum to go to another club. He tells volunteers to go to the Club to keep an eye on her, protect her if you will.
This is a favorite scene when Lincoln kind of comes to her rescue.
The bottom line was he was selfish. He could not have her for himself, and he couldn’t bear the idea of watching her submit to another Dom, so he needed her to get this idea out of her head and move on to live a nice vanilla life.
Admittedly, his thoughts confused him. Visions of Sasha were unlike any other images he had for other women. They made no sense. They boggled his mind. He’d pushed them aside. Every time. For years.
He squeezed his eyes closed and forced himself back into the moment, stroking his hand over the soft skin of her arm while holding her lower back to keep her from slipping out of his grasp.
“Sasha?” he whispered as he smoothed his hand up to her shoulder and out from under the blanket to cup her face. “Look at me, sweetheart.” Sweetheart? Jesus.
She shook her head, burrowing tighter against him. “I’m so stupid,” she muttered. “What was I thinking?”
“You were thinking you wanted to see what all the hype was about. It’s natural. You were curious.” He nudged her chin again, but she didn’t budge. “You were also lucky. If I hadn’t been here, you would really be in a bind right now.”
That wasn’t necessarily true. Master Colin could have handled things. He was a seasoned Master. He would have stopped the scene immediately and been sitting where Lincoln was right now.
Lincoln gritted his teeth at the idea of Colin holding Sasha or even touching her skin. It had been hard enough to watch the man stroke her arms and shoulder. Lincoln had nearly slammed a fist into the wall when Colin had lifted her skirt, exposing the bottom swell of her cheeks.
Sasha shuddered, her fingers finding his T-shirt and fisting the cotton again. “You knew I was going to be here.”
He could barely hear her. “Yes.”
She groaned, lifting her face finally. “Rowen’s going to kill me when he hears about this.”
He shook his head, meeting her gaze. “No, he isn’t. He won’t even know.”
She lifted her brows.
“I mean, he knows you’re here, but he doesn’t have to find out the details.” He wanted to wipe that frightened look from her face. He wanted to kiss her forehead. Hell, he focused on her full pink lips and considered kissing her right on the mouth.
Lord, Lincoln. Get a fucking grip.
She calmed slightly, swallowing. Her face was streaked with tears.
Lincoln lifted his hand and wiped them away with the pad of his thumb. He needed to administer aftercare like he would with any sub. “Talk to me about what happened in there, sweetheart.” Jesus, fuck, Lincoln, stop using that endearment.
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Now things get pretty intense, and Lincoln is very hard on Sasha. His motive is only to get her to forget the lifestyle.
I could almost feel Lincoln’s looks, his words, actions, and frustrations.
The Dominant fighting his own needs for the good of the sub and ultimately himself.
Sasha is determined and sure of her submission. The only people who can’t seem to see it are the people who matter the most, Lincoln and her brother.
Sexy, hot, and tearful at times. I can’t wait to see what’s in store for us in the next book.
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Becca Jameson is the best-selling author of over 60 books. She is most well-known for her Wolf Masters series and her Fight Club series. She currently lives in Atlanta, Georgia, with her husband, two grown kids, and the various pets that wander through. She is loving this journey and has dabbled in a variety of genres, including paranormal, sports romance, military, and BDSM.
A total night owl, Becca writes late at night, sequestering herself in her office with a glass of red wine and a bar of dark chocolate, her fingers flying across the keyboard as her characters weave their own stories.
During the day–which never starts before ten in the morning!–she can be found jogging, floating in the pool, or reading in her favorite hammock chair!