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I’m a stripper by night while I live plain and under the radar by day.
A gal has to do whatever’s necessary to make ends meet.
My boss has maintained a hands-off policy for me, but now I know why.
I’ve been sold. My innocent looks. My petite frame. My virginity. I’m a commodity.
I’m on the run. I’m used to living a tough life. I’ve done it since I was born.
When Davis takes me in, he offers protection, solace, relief.
He offers a chance to experience the things I missed out on.
He offers to be my Daddy Dom. I’m his little now. I’ve never been happier.
But my boss is looking for me. He’ll stop at nothing to find me.
Even if I could escape that fact, how long can I find comfort in being Daddy’s little girl?
I left the military and moved to Seattle to join my buddies at Black Blade Protection.
I left behind my little. We were growing apart. We wanted different things.
I spend my days and nights protecting people. Providing security.
I’m not prepared to be knocked on my ass by a sprite of a woman who can’t meet my gaze.
She’s the entire package—cute and sexy with big blue eyes and hair down to her butt.
She needs my help, but it’s impossible to ignore her tendencies as a little.
She’s vulnerable and alone. Nightmares yank her out of her sleep.
She’s also precious and gracious and has me wrapped around her finger.
I should keep my hands to myself. She doesn’t know about my world.
The choice is ultimately hers, but first I have to destroy her buyer and end the threat to her life.
This book opens with Davis arriving at the Safe Harbor Animal Shelter, he’s there to update the alarm system. It’s really early and he notices a strange car in the lot. He’s more than a little surprised to see a young woman asleep in the driver’s seat. The young woman, Britney works at the shelter, but there is something else going on. A conversation with Cindy and Charles reveals she quit her other job and decided to catch some sleep before her shift here. What Davis notices though, is the fact she isn’t dressed for this job and she’s scared.
After more discussion it’s decided that she would be safest at Davis’ and he could protect her from anyone who might mean her harm. I loved the way he helps her get settled in his home, but takes no nonsense when it comes to finding the truth of things.
This is a favorite scene.
He pulls out a pink bathroom rug and then sweeps the rejected remainder into yet another bag before nodding toward the bedroom door. “Come on. Let’s talk.”
I follow him, dreading this conversation. My head is spinning from the oddest ten minutes of my life and now I’m going to have to reveal a few things I’d rather not discuss.
Davis doesn’t seem like the kind of man you lie to. Nor does he seem like he will accept half a story. He’s not going to get the entire thing out of me though. Right?
He points at the couch. “Sit.”
I drop down in the exact spot he’s indicated, watching his huge frame as he heads for the refrigerator. He returns moments later with two bottles of water. After handing me one, he speaks again. “We’ll get dinner in a bit, but I want you to tell me exactly what’s going on first.”
I sigh and look down to fiddle with the plastic wrapper on the water bottle.
He drops down onto the coffee table, facing me, inches away.
I lift my gaze, surprised by his choice of seating. Yeah, he’s intense.
When I don’t speak, he starts for me. “So, you were working at the Sky Lounge. How long?”
“A year.” That’s an easy question.
He nods. “Were you a dancer?”
I flush and look down. “Yes.”
He lifts my chin with two fingers and meets my gaze. “No reason to be embarrassed. Not judging you. Just trying to understand.”
I swallow. There is no way to avoid the embarrassment. I’m a stripper.
“Why do you have two jobs?” he asks.
I draw in a breath. “I started working at the shelter recently. I really would have liked to be able to quit at the Lounge, but the truth is that I can’t make that kind of money doing something else.”
He frowns. “Why work at the animal shelter at all if you weren’t going to quit the Lounge? You’ve got to be exhausted. When do you sleep?”
I sigh and offer him a partial smile. “I sleep a few hours in between each job.”
“And my first question?”
I draw in a breath. Might as well just tell him the honest truth. “I was losing myself at the Lounge. I wanted to do something during the day that made me feel more… real. Something where I would interact with regular people who aren’t there to, uh…” I shouldn’t have said that much.
“To what, Britney?” He leans closer, his elbows on his knees.
I lift my gaze. “To stare at my tits and drool. Happy?”
He closes his eyes. “Sorry.”
“It’s okay,” I whisper. “You asked.” He reaches out for one of my hands and clasps it in his. It happens so fast that I think he shocked himself. He strokes the backs of my knuckles tenderly and then releases me. Sitting up taller again, he continues, “So what happened last night?”
I run a hand through my hair and tuck it behind my ear. “I went in at my regular time to get changed and ready to work, but as I was heading to the dressing room where all the girls get fixed up, I heard my name coming from my boss’s office. I should have kept going, but something made me hesitate. I stood silently in the hallway and listened to my boss talking to another man.”
I squeeze my eyes shut at the memory and shudder deeply.
Davis sets his hand on my arm and strokes gently. “It’s okay. You’re totally safe now. Go ahead.”
Am I? I don’t think so. “I didn’t like the way they were talking about me. Freaked me out. So, I backed up silently and left the building. I was too shook up to go back to my apartment, and the next thing I knew I was in the parking lot of the shelter. Seemed like my best option until I could think and regroup.”
He nods and gives me a few moments to draw in several deep breaths. “What did they say, Britney?” His voice is kind but firm.
I flatten my palm on my forehead, my stress level rising. “Surely I’m overreacting and I misunderstood.”
“Britney…” he warns. His voice is softer when he speaks again. “What did they say, sweetie?”
I look at him. Why is he being so nice? His gaze is intense. Deep brown eyes stare back at me. Somehow, I know I can trust this man. Somehow, I know he won’t laugh at me or tell me I’m crazy. I draw in a slow breath. “My boss was telling the other man…” I just can’t get the words out. I don’t want to speak them out loud.
Davis slides his hand down my arm to clasp mine again. He holds it against my thigh and waits.
I find the strength. “He said he had a buyer…” I swallow, that word stuck in my throat, blocking me from continuing.
“A buyer for what?” Davis asks gently.
Davis stiffens. He doesn’t even blink for a long time. Finally, I break our stare and look down at our combined hands. I grip his, grateful for the connection. I know I need to give him more and I find the will because he hasn’t tried to tell me I must be mistaken.
“My stage name is Cotton Candy. He gave it to me the first night I was there. That was the first thing I heard when I reached the doorway. So, I froze. He proceeded to tell the other man that his buyer was looking for a younger girl, but he knew I would fit the requirements because I’m small and look younger.”
Davis gives my hand a squeeze, silently encouraging me to continue.
I’m talking to my lap, unable to meet his gaze. I feel dirty and humiliated. “I didn’t recognize the other man’s voice, so I assume he isn’t a regular client. I didn’t see him either. My boss described me perfectly. Long hair. Petite. Youthful. Pure. Small tits.” I let that last crude word fade away and I shudder, everything suddenly too overwhelming. I still haven’t let myself fully process this shit.
Suddenly, Davis is beside me. He wraps his large arm around me and pulls me into his side. His hand comes to the back of my head and presses my cheek against his chest. He rocks me. “I’m so sorry. That must have scared the hell out of you.”
I nod, holding my breath so that I don’t cry. I don’t want to cry on this stranger’s chest.
He’s so solid and comforting. I can’t help but wrap my arm around him and fist his shirt in my hand, holding on tight to the first man who’s ever made me feel even half of what I feel right now.
Becca Jameson. Nurturing Britney: Surrender, Book Seven (Kindle Locations 295-346). Becca Jameson Publishing.
Their conversation opens a whole can of worms, and Davis calls in reinforcements. He’s taking no chances with Britney’s safety.
I loved the way Davis knew what things were necessary from her apartment, including the stuffed bunny, even though the place was tossed. The relationship that slowly begins to form is something Britney needs but so does Davis. I loved the small yet large steps in the process of introducing his world to her all while keeping her safe.
Plenty of suspense as Davis and his boss Blade look for the right clues to get everyone involved in this highly illegal operation. There are more than just a couple of surprises in this book and I loved seeing Roman and Lucy again too, Lucy is so important to so many learning the ropes of this kink.
I wonder if there might be a new series coming with Blade’s team, I know I’d love that. Although, I really can’t wait for the next book in this series either!
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Becca Jameson is a USA Today bestselling author of over 100 books. She is most well-known for her Wolf Masters Series, her Fight Club series, and her Club Zodiac series. She currently lives in Houston, Texas, with her husband and Goldendoodle. Two grown kids pop in every once in a while too! 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, running errands, or reading in her favorite hammock chair!
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