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I lead a very complicated and complex existence.
I’m a force to be reckoned with by day: pencil skirts and heels, totally professional.
In the evenings, I let myself be the little I am inside.
It doesn’t matter that I don’t have a Daddy for real.
I spend a few nights a week at Surrender setting up scenes to exercise my brat.
But now my life is in danger.
Letting Colton move in with me to protect me puts a cramp in my style.
How am I going to be myself around him and fulfill my own desires?
He’s not even a club member. And Colton is certainly not a Daddy.
Or maybe he just doesn’t realize it yet.
I’ve worked undercover for a long time. I’ve seen everything. Or…maybe not.
The gorgeous woman I’m assigned to protect has two sides.
I’ve always known I’m rather dominant, but a Daddy?
This is new to me. I need to play the role to keep her safe. It’s just for a few weeks.
I’m shocked when I tap into a side of me I never knew existed.
Evelyn tugs at my heart. Both her little and her adult.
It doesn’t take long to know she is mine.
Undercover work is not conducive to long-term relationships. Eve deserves more.
When this assignment is over, I’ll never see her again.
I’m treading on thin ice. Now what?
If you are reading this series you will remember that in the last book Britney was saved from being a victim of human trafficking. While she is no longer in danger, they didn’t catch the people at the top of that particular food chain. Colton was part of that investigation and it’s how he met Davis.
In this book the police have received information that Evelyn may be the next target of the traffickers. Colton has discovered someone following her although he hasn’t been able to get a look at his face, and then there’s the guy Owen she appears to be seeing. It also appears they both are members of Club Surrender. In spite of his research he really couldn’t get a good picture of the club, this is where Davis might be able to help.
Evelyn is all very unaware of the things happening around her and the danger she’s in. That is all about to change with a meeting at Surrender.
This is a favorite scene.
I’m beyond curious as I enter Surrender. Julius called me in the middle of the day and asked if I could come by after work, so here I am, but why?
“Hey, Eve.” I’m even more confused and surprised when the man waiting for me just inside the club is Davis Marcum.
“Hi.” I glance around. No one else is here. The club isn’t open tonight. It’s only open Wednesday, Friday, and Saturday. Today is Monday. “What’s going on?”
He nods over his shoulder. “It’s complicated. We’ll explain upstairs in Julius’s office.”
“Okay…” I follow him, but now I’m concerned. And who is “we”? “Should I be worried?”
Davis glances at me, hesitating. “Honestly, I’m not sure.”
Well, shit. I keep up with him, my heels clacking on the hard floor as we cross the main room and head up the stairs. When we enter Julius’s office, he stands. As does another man I’ve never met before.
I shake Julius’s offered hand, but the other man takes my breath away. The only way to describe him is tall, dark, and handsome. I wonder if he’s a member of the club I’ve never met before, or perhaps a new member. Either way, I’m intrigued as Julius releases my hand and motions toward the stranger.
“This is Colton.”
Colton… He holds out a hand, and his firm handshake makes my heart race. Or maybe it’s the way his gaze meets mine. Serious but friendly. “Evelyn.”
“Please, call me Eve.”
He smiles, and the initial flutter turns into something more like a tremble. Seriously. I need to get a grip. Then I melt a bit when he says, “Please, call me Colt.”
My breath hitches at the way he repeats my words. He seems more like a Colton to me.
“Have a seat.” Julius motions toward an armchair as he resumes his spot across from me. Colt returns to his spot on the loveseat. Davis pulls up a chair from the small table.
“Who’s going to tell me what’s going on?” I ask.
“I am,” Colt says.
I shift my attention more fully toward him. This is the oddest assembly of people. Colt is a stranger. Julius, I’ve known for years since he’s the manager. And Davis is a member of the club, but I’ve never scened with him. We only know each other in passing. He has a serious girlfriend and doesn’t scene with other members anymore.
Colt clears his throat. His brow is furrowed. “I’m an undercover agent with the local police.”
“Don’t worry. You’re not in any trouble.” He offers a small smile to emphasize his words. “I’m investigating a human trafficking ring in the area, and I’m concerned that you’re on their radar.”
I gasp. My hand comes to my chest. “What? Why?”
“I wish I knew.”
“So, you think someone is planning to… what? Snag me off the street and sell me?”
“Essentially, yes. That’s my concern. There’s no way to sugarcoat it.”
My hands are shaking now and I fist them in my lap as I tuck my crossed legs closer to the chair. I suddenly feel vulnerable and scared. It’s not a feeling I relish. When I’m at Surrender, I’m usually in my little space, but I just left work. I’m totally out of sorts in my adult persona with a hint of my little peeking through. Adult Evelyn does not panic or cower. I lick my lips. “What the hell am I supposed to do with this information?”
“Let me protect you, basically. I’ve been watching you for a few weeks.”
I flinch again. “Seriously? I’ve never seen you.”
He smiles. “I’m good at my job. You weren’t supposed to see me.”
I narrow my gaze. “Wait. How closely do you follow me?” I flatten my palms on my thighs but grip them with my fingers. The thought of someone spying on me for two weeks is unnerving.
“Don’t worry. I’ve never been inside your apartment or anything. I’ve just kept an eye on you from a distance so far.”
“And now? Did something change?”
“Another man is also following you. I’ve spotted him several times. It concerns me. I’m worried he’s watching for a weakness in your routine. Right now, it’s too early in the investigation to be certain. I can’t be certain any lead I’m following is legit.”
“But you’re concerned enough to confront me,” I point out.
“Yes. It’s safer for you if you’re informed, and I’d rather not remain in the shadows anymore.”
I stare at him. “Do you know who’s following me?”
He shakes his head. “Not a clue. He wears a ballcap. I haven’t gotten a look at his face, but I will catch him eventually.” His voice is confident. So is his stance. This is not a man who fails.
I lean back in the chair, my breathing quick and shallow. “This is crazy.”
Davis speaks next. “Colt is going to start coming to the club on the nights you’re here.”
I glance at this undercover cop who had me clenching my legs together just five minutes ago and try to picture him in the club. “Do you have any experience with fetish clubs?”
He shakes his head. “No.”
I groan and lean back. “What a disaster.”
Davis speaks again. “I was thinking the two of you could come over to my place for dinner tomorrow night. Britney has agreed to help Colt understand our particular type of fetish so he isn’t blindsided.”
I rub my temples. I’m not embarrassed about my age play. Not when I’m around like-minded people. Not when I’m at the club or alone at home. But the thought of exposing that vulnerability to a stranger is unnerving. “How about I just don’t come to the club at all for a while?” I wince. “Except, shit. I have plans to meet Owen here Friday night. What am I supposed to tell him?”
Julius nods sympathetically. “You need to keep your routine the same, Eve. You should come to the club because it was already planned.”
I sit up straighter. “Why? So I can lure some madman in? Am I bait?” I jerk my attention to Colt, the man I’m now deciding maybe isn’t so sexy after all. Or, I tell myself that at least.
He shakes his head. “No. I would never use you as bait. But if someone is watching you, they might be inclined to move up their timetable if they think you’ve gotten suspicious. Like Julius said, you need to keep your routine the same for now.”
My head is starting to pound. I look toward Davis again. “What have you told him about me?”
Davis shakes his head. “Nothing yet. I wouldn’t break anyone’s confidence like that.”
“How did you get involved at all?”
Colt answers before Davis has a chance. “I met Davis last year when Britney was targeted for human trafficking.”
I jerk my attention back to Davis. “God, I never knew that.”
He nods. “It was over before Britney started coming to the club. She doesn’t like to talk about it.”
“I’m so sorry,” I tell him. How horrifying. I’m still confused though.
“Colton is good at his job, Eve. He helped save Britney’s life.”
I jerk my gaze back to the man who has put himself in charge of… keeping me alive?
Before I can ask another question, Colt speaks again. “I was in the booth next to you yesterday when you had lunch with your friend Leah.”
I think back. “Jesus. You listened to my conversation with Leah?”
As my memory floods, my face heats. “We mentioned Davis.”
“Yes. Pure luck on my part that I happen to know Davis. I didn’t know he was a member of a club, but once you spoke of him, I knew I could ask him to help me out.”
Becca Jameson. Charming Colton: Surrender, Book Eight (Kindle Locations 282-346). Becca Jameson Publishing.
This book was a lot of fun since Colton really hasn’t identified as a Dominant let alone a Daddy Dom. In this one Evelyn lives her little nature the moment she enters her apartment, keeping her adult nature entirely separate and outside. Having Colton in her space is very difficult and him giving off dominant vibes makes it even more so.
There is lots of suspense intertwined with Colton learning about the BDSM lifestyle and helping Eve to not lose herself while he’s protecting her.
An interesting progression of this relationship as things heat up for not only Colton and Eve but also in the investigation.
While this may not be to everyone’s taste, I thoroughly enjoyed this book. It has a bit of everything, suspense, intrigue, laughter, tears and a simmer to sizzle romance.
5 Contented Purrs for Becca!
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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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