Her entire world is falling apart…

Faced with losing her job and her apartment, Brooke is in crisis mode when she inadvertently stumbles into the world of BDSM. Intrigued, she learns everything she can about submission and finds she craves some aspects of masochism.

He’s not a sadist…

Carter’s been watching the gorgeous redhead learn the ropes in his club. She won’t meet his gaze. Her secrets will probably terrify him. And her desires run in a direction that makes him uneasy.

She needs the release only a firm sadist can provide…

Her haunting past has led her to release her stress through spankings, floggings, and whippings. She is leery about his suggestion that she can get the same results from the more sensual elements of the lifestyle.

He has to let her go…

No matter how badly he would like to collar her, she must face her past head on and find herself before she can truly belong to him.

Just when I think Becca Jameson can’t possibly make a series any hotter, she does just that.

Carter has been falling for Brooke since he first met her. He watched as Faith introduced her to the lifestyle in the hours before the club opened. He had given her the paperwork and told her to call him with any questions, but it was Faith she turned to.

Brooke’s day has been a total disaster, she lost her apartment, which she knew, but losing her job came as a horrible surprise. In spite of that she decides to keep her appointment with Faith. One last release and she’ll never go back to the club again.

Now that Faith has given in to her true submission with Rowan, she is doing a final scene with Brooke before turning her over to Carter for aftercare and hopefully more training.

This is a favorite scene when Carter follows her as she flees the club.

At fifteen minutes, he gave up. Impatience ate a hole in him. He put the truck in drive and turned into the lot. He approached slowly, turning his lights off as he got closer, hoping to see in her windshield.

For a moment, his heart stopped. She wasn’t in the car. He couldn’t see any evidence of her at all. He panicked. Was she so desperate to rid herself of him that she’d taken off on foot?

He parked several yards from her Pontiac, turned off his engine, and jumped from his truck. He jogged the distance from his vehicle to hers and came to a sudden stop when he saw inside.

For a moment, he couldn’t breathe, and then he let out a long, slow exhale. She was inside, curled on her side in the fully reclined driver’s seat, a pillow stuffed beneath her head, a blanket covering her body. She didn’t move. She didn’t appear to know anyone had approached.

Another glance at her back seat filled in the blanks. She wasn’t waiting on him to leave so he wouldn’t follow her home. She didn’t have a home. This car was her home.

He staggered back a few steps, trying to control his emotions. Fuck. Why was she homeless? She had a job. He doubted it paid well, but it was a job. Why was she living in her car?

He ran a hand through his hair, pacing back and forth, trying to pull his emotions together so that when he approached, he wouldn’t scare the fuck out of her.

Finally, several deep breaths later, he closed the distance and leaned against her car. Before he could figure out what to do next, she bolted upright. His shadow must have alerted her. At least she wasn’t fully asleep. He feared he’d scare the piss out of her if he rapped on the window.

“Jesus,” she shouted, setting a hand over her heart. “Are you kidding me?”

He waited.

She turned her head away from him and stared out the passenger window, her chest rising and falling with every breath.

“Brooke,” he said loud enough to reach her, “open the door.”

“No.”

It occurred to him that he’d never heard her cuss. The harshest word she’d said since he met her was Jesus, spoken a few seconds ago. “Open the door,” he repeated. “I’m not leaving.”

She flopped back down on her side and curled into a ball, drawing her knees up to her chest. She looked so small and vulnerable. Was she crying?

Her body shook. Yeah. She was crying.

Dammit.

He lowered his voice. “Brooke… Baby, please open the door.”

She didn’t obey his command, but she did curl in deeper, turn farther away, and sob harder. He could hear her now.

“Baby, please…” His chest literally hurt for her. What happened in her life to bring her to this moment? He had no idea, but he fully intended to fix whatever it was.

He knew very little about this woman, but it didn’t matter. It was enough. She was alone. She was homeless. She was hurting. She needed help. Even if she never gave in to his advances, he would not leave her like this.

She cried for a while.

He waited, both hands on her car door, leaning in, watching, hurting for her, praying she would open the door.

Finally, she glanced at him and blinked. She rolled partially onto her back and stared at him forever. She swallowed— weighing her options?

The standoff continued. He waited some more, not moving. Not giving in. He would never give in.

She clenched the blanket with her fists and pursed her lips.

He waited.

She took several deep breaths, her body relaxing marginally. Streaks of tears dried on her face.

He wanted to wipe them away. He wanted to hold her. He wanted to chase away whatever happened in her life to put her in this position. And he vowed to himself that he would fix this if it was the last thing he did. Even if she never let him touch her. Even if she entered the lifestyle right under his nose and found a Dom who was willing to beat her.

No matter what, he was going to be her friend. Starting now. “I’m not going to leave without you, Brooke. Please, baby, open the door.”

More time passed. More waiting.

Finally, after an eternity, she reached for the lock and lifted it.
Becca Jameson. Collaring Brooke: Club Zodiac, Book Three (Kindle Locations 1162-1200). Becca Jameson Publishing.

I love Carter so very much. He does manage to convince her to move in with him but it was a long hard struggle of wills.

Filled with plenty of surprises, this book is truly one of the most emotional, hottest and sexiest ones Becca has written. Don’t miss it!

5 Contented Purrs for Becca!

Becca Jameson

Becca Jameson currently lives in Atlanta, Georgia, with her husband, two kids, and the various pets that wander through.

After editing for about five years she recently started writing. She is loving the journey, dabbling in various genres.

When not writing or editing she can usually be found taxiing kids to and from their activities, scrapbooking, and reading!

Late at night she can usually be found sequestered in her office creating fantasy with a glass of red wine and a bar of dark chocolate.

Hiding one’s true self might be possible in the human world, but grizzly shifters aren’t easily fooled.Gavin Wright is human. He is also not out. He has no intention of ever coming out. He’s unwilling to face the condemnation. Lucky for him, he’s had the privilege of hiding his true self inside a fake relationship with his best friend, Paige, for ten years.

Dale Gerben is a grizzly shifter. As such, he has the ability to sense things humans cannot. Therefore, it comes as a surprise to him that Gavin thinks he’s so well hidden from the world. He isn’t hidden from Dale. And Dale is up for the challenge.

It’s a summer fling. No one in the human world will find out. Dale needs someone to help him heal old wounds, and Gavin needs someone to show him what he’s capable of if he’d just trust himself.

No one needs to get hurt. Until they do…

The odds are not in their favor. It’s forbidden to change a human into a shifter. It’s challenging to maintain a life-long mixed relationship. Gavin has doubts. Dale has secrets.

Two young girls are missing. There’s an accident. A race against the clock.

Neither man will ever be the same.

While each of these books is standalone, I do recommend reading the series in order.

Now I don’t read much MM unless there is an F in in there somewhere, but this story is so intricately entwined with the previous book – Grizzly Promise I had to read it.

Now shifters have a totally different view of things since they can smell arousal. That was how Dane knew Gavin was interested in him. What he didn’t know was that Gavin wasn’t out and that revealing himself would lose him his family. One thing was certain, Paige wasn’t going to be able to play his girlfriend anymore. She and Wyatt are mates and he’s not going to stand for her agreement with Gavin.

This is a favorite scene at Dale’s home, where Gavin finds the way to inform Dale he knows about shifters.

All his thoughts were way too premature for action. He had no way of knowing yet if Gavin was even a bottom or what sort of kink he enjoyed. If any.

Instead, he set his palms on the counter at his sides, white-knuckled the marble, and forced himself to remain where he was. “So, what do you do when you aren’t pretending to be in a het relationship?”

Gavin swallowed, setting his bottle on the island. “If everyone in this town is as intuitive as you, we’re in a heap of trouble.”

Dale frowned. “Why? I’m not understanding the need for the pretense.”

Gavin sighed. “It’s a long story.”

“You’re not out.” How had he not thought of that before now? Inwardly, he cringed. Outwardly, he stood rigid, pleading with whatever power of the universe that had made him attracted to this most inappropriate man. So far there was nothing about Gavin that Dale would normally find attractive. He was human. He wasn’t out. Worse—he was so totally not out that he lived in a pretend world with a fake het relationship. The man didn’t even like beer. He was a freaking college student. Dale didn’t go for anyone with even one of those qualities. Ever. And yet.

Gavin winced, lifting his gaze. “No.”

“And you’re hiding behind a fake relationship? That’s cold.” He stiffened. Why would any woman consent to such an arrangement?

Gavin shook his head. “It’s not quite as unequal as you’re envisioning, and I’ve never once forced Paige to continue the farce. She’s free to pretend to break up with me anytime she wants. In fact, I wish she would. It seems Wyatt Arthur is her…uh…whatever you want to call him.” His gaze darted to the counter where he reached for his beer and traced his finger through the condensation on the outside of the bottle. Had he been about to say mate?

This was always a conundrum whenever a shifter met a full human—figuring out how much they knew without giving away anything unnecessary. Though it was interesting to note that Gavin could have simply asked Paige if Dale was a shifter and they wouldn’t be engaged in this awkward dance.

Dale nearly slapped his forehead when it occurred to him that Paige had no idea Gavin was here in his house. Why was he keeping this secret from Paige? So many questions. He decided to fall back on his regular standard method of inquisition to put an end to the charade. “It would be so much easier if we kicked the elephant out of the room now rather than dance around it all evening.”

The line worked perfectly. Any human with no knowledge of shifters would assume he was speaking of sex. Any human who was well informed would react totally differently.

Gavin hesitated and then chose not to take the bait. Instead, he glanced at the row of windows behind the kitchen table. “I seriously doubt you see a lot of elephants in this part of the country, but I bet you have some grizzly bears.” He bit his bottom lip again as he returned his gaze to Dale’s.

Dale glanced at Gavin’s mouth and licked his lips. “More than you can imagine.”

“That’s what Paige tells me.”

Dale couldn’t stand the distance or the dance another moment. He shoved off the counter, rounded the island, and pressed his front against Gavin’s back, flattening his hands on the marble on both sides of the smaller man’s frame. He set his lips on Gavin’s ear and whispered. “The bear population is larger than what you’d find recorded anywhere. You never know where you might find one.”

Dale also has his secrets as is revealed by all the computer equipment he has. But he really loves building things.

This is an inspiring tale, wrought with emotion, missing young girls and a sizzling love story. One that definitely brought out my tears more than once and with giggles, and sighs to round everything up.

5 Contented Purrs for Becca!

Becca Jameson

Becca Jameson currently lives in Atlanta, Georgia, with her husband, two kids, and the various pets that wander through.

After editing for about five years she recently started writing. She is loving the journey, dabbling in various genres.

When not writing or editing she can usually be found taxiing kids to and from their activities, scrapbooking, and reading!

Late at night she can usually be found sequestered in her office creating fantasy with a glass of red wine and a bar of dark chocolate.