Convincing Leah – Surrender Book 9 by Becca Jameson

Convincing Leah
Surrender Book 9
By
USA Today Bestselling Author
Becca Jameson

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Leah

A childhood reprimand has caused me to be extremely hard on myself.
To this day, I never misbehave.
But even my thoughts require absolution, and I get that at the club.
My favorite release comes in the form of impact play.
Two nights a week. That’s all I allow myself.
Many of my friends are little. I get it, but it’s not for me.
I can’t be little. I was never little.
I became an adult when I was five.
I don’t know how to be young. What if I do it wrong?

Craig

I’ve wanted Leah from the moment I first saw her.
I don’t care that she’s not little.
But I’m a Daddy, through and through.
After two months of playing exclusively with her at the club, I want more.
Can I set that part of me aside and be what she needs?
Her world gets flipped upside down by a crazy fan.
She needs to tap into her inner little to escape and hide.
And she needs me to protect and nurture her.
Can she see I’m here to pick up the pieces no matter where they fall?

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Leah is a successful author who goes to Surrender a couple nights a week to relieve stress. Craig is the only one she scenes with, which in itself is a bit strange since he is a Daddy Dom and she doesn’t believe she could ever be a little.

Leah and her best friend Eve, who is a little, are having lunch together and the Daddy Dom subject comes up. Now Leah’s wondering if she’s being fair to Craig, it’s a conversation she’ll need to have with him.

Leah and Craig talk and facetime between visits to Surrender but they haven’t gone out on a date or anything. The evening after the lunch with Eve, Leah brings up the issue.

This is a favorite scene.

I rejoined the club a few months ago after Roman asked me to come play bouncer for a few nights to keep an eye on the women, especially the littles. Before that, I hadn’t been going to any club for several years. I’m pretty sure Roman had an ulterior motive. We’ve been friends for many years. He’d been trying to get me to come back to Surrender ever since my divorce five years ago.

The first night I was there, I watched Leah perform with another Dom. She took my breath away. The woman wrapped me all the way around her finger that first night, and I never even spoke to her.

It took me a few weeks to ask her to submit to me, and the rest was history. She hasn’t submitted to another Dom since then, nor have I dominated another sub. We don’t have a verbal agreement. It’s just how things have been.

Leah picks up a pen and chews on the end of it. She does this often. It’s a cute nervous habit that I don’t mention. I wonder if she does it when she’s trying to think of what happens next in one of her novels. I wonder if there are pens all over her apartment with teeth marks on them.

I wonder if I’ll ever be invited to her apartment.

“I don’t tell anyone my pen name. Hell, I don’t tell most people what I do for a living,” she points out.

“Eve knows, right?”

“Yes. But Eve’s my best friend. She knows a lot of things.” Leah stands up, taking the phone with her as she moves around her apartment. She’s holding the screen in front of her face, but it jiggles enough for me to get an occasional glimpse of her chest.

I can’t help but look. She’s wearing a white tank top and no bra. She often goes without a bra at home. She doesn’t really need one. She’s about five-six but slender with perfect, pert breasts that fit right in my palm. I know because I have cupped my hands over them many times when she’s restrained to a bench at the club and squirming with need near the end of a scene.

As she drops down onto the couch and props the phone against her thighs, I get a better look at her chest. Her nipples are hard points straining against the tight tank top.

I lick my lips and try not to moan. I’m pretty sure she’s oblivious to my plight.

A moment later, she spins so that she’s lounging longways on her couch, holding the phone up higher and ruining my view. “How was your day?” she asks. “Did you make headway on the hardwood floors?”

“Yep. I rented a sander and managed to strip the hallway. Tomorrow I’ll stain and seal it. I’m getting too old for this kind of labor. Not sure why I didn’t just pay someone to do it.” I’ve been retired from the military for two years. I’ve done a few odd jobs now and then to keep busy but I’ve mainly been focused on remodeling my home. I left the hallway for last, choosing to rip out the carpet and refinish it this week.

Leah giggles. “You’re not old, and I know you love doing the work. That’s why you don’t pay someone else.”

I smile at her. “I’m old compared to you. Forty-five. Fifteen years your senior.” But she’s right. I enjoy working with my hands. The remodel has been satisfying and keeps me busy. I’m not sure what I’m going to do to occupy my time now that I’m in the home stretch.

It’s been so gratifying learning all about home remodels that part of me feels like I should sell the house, buy a fixer-upper, and do it again. It’s not a bad idea. On the other hand, I love this house now that I have it exactly how I want it.

She rolls her eyes. “Forty-five is not old. Stop it. Even if you are old enough to be my father,” she jokes.

I can’t restrain my reaction. My eyes widen and there’s no way to stop my next words from sliding into the conversation. “Though I did have sex with my high school girlfriend, I was eighteen, practically a late bloomer. Not fourteen. I have no interest in being your father, but you know if you’re ever looking for a Daddy, I’m your guy.”

She groans. “I walked right into that trap.”

“Hey, you set the trap. Not me,” I tease.

Her expression switches to something more serious, and I panic a bit. Our time together always feels like it’s borrowed. I’m constantly waiting for her to tell me things aren’t going to work out. She’s probably right, but I’m still hanging around waiting.

When she licks her lips, I watch her tongue. I’ve never kissed her, but I’ve thought about it a lot. Her full pink lips often catch my eye. “Speaking of which, Leah brought up the same subject at lunch today.”

I swallow. “What subject?” I ask as if I’m dense.

“The Daddy subject,” she responds. “She made me think.”

For a second, I’m hopeful that she might be willing to give my preferred kink a try. “What did she make you think about?”

Leah sighs. “Mostly that I’m stringing you along with this odd friendship we have. I’m worried you think someday I’ll decide to submit to you as a little even though I’ve told you many times it’s not gonna happen.”

I can’t say I’m shocked by her declaration. We were bound to have this conversation sooner or later. “You’re not stringing me along, Leah. I enjoy your company. I don’t currently have a Daddy/ little relationship, so there’s no reason I can’t dominate you the old-fashioned way. As long as we’re both enjoying our time together, that’s all that matters.”

She chuckles. “The old-fashioned way?”

I laugh. “You know what I mean.”

“Yeah, but are you sure I’m not holding you back? I know you haven’t been in the scene for several years since your divorce. I’m worried that now that you’re back, I’m keeping you from finding what you really want.”

I shake my head. The sad truth I won’t be admitting out loud is that I’d rather have ten minutes with Leah than a week with any other woman. Maybe I’ll change my mind someday. I can’t predict the future. But I’m into this woman, and I have no choice but to take what she gives me until she decides she doesn’t want to do it anymore. I just hope that day isn’t today.

“You’re not keeping me from anything, Leah. I enjoy spending time with you. We have chemistry. We click. Judging by the number of people who watch us scene together, I’m not the only one who feels that way.” I hope I haven’t said too much. I always worry I’ll say something that pushes her to run.
Becca Jameson. Convincing Leah: Surrender, Book Nine (Kindle Locations 146-196). Becca Jameson Publishing.

Craig and Leah meet up at Surrender, Craig has booked a private room for them as they take this relationship to the next level. The resulting sub-drop Leah experiences is startling and concerning, as is something she said.

With Leah in his home, it feels right to him but Leah still isn’t a little. He does need to get her to open up to him and the way this happens will have you on the edge of your seat.

We see many of the characters from the previous books as well as Craig and Leah enter into something that may well be life changing for Leah.

From the cause to the temporary experience, this book rapidly becomes my favorite in this series. Extremely emotional, with laughter, tears and sensuous sizzle.

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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