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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?”
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.”
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.
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.
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!
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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.