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Finding Peace – Blossom Ridge Book 2 By Becca Jameson


Finding Peace
Blossom Ridge Book 2
By
USA Today Bestselling Author
Becca Jameson

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Brea

I’m finally free from the constraints of my large family.
I have a great job at the most amazing resort.
I’m finding myself and I’m learning so much from the other employees.
I’ve never known about this lifestyle before, but I think I’m Little.
And the man who has come to work on the basement might be my Daddy.
But his lifestyle is so different from mine. I could never fit into his world.

Niko

I’ve retired from pro football and run a philanthropy in Seattle.
My sneaky friend has asked me to do some construction at Blossom Ridge.
He knows I have a soft spot for broken souls.
It’s been a long time since I’ve had a Little of my own.
My heart seizes when I meet her. I already know she’s mine.
I just have to convince her she’s become my world.

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Brea never really had a childhood, her parents had her helping with her siblings as soon as she was able. Now at the age of twenty-four she has her first job at Stella’s Café. It’s Stella who recommends her to Leah and Craig for the position of head housekeeper at Blossom Ridge. For Brea this is a huge move, it will give her the freedom she’s never had. There’s no way she can turn this opportunity down.

Niko is a retired football player and longtime friend of Foster’s. He’s come to Blossom Ridge to help with work on the basement. He starts falling for Brea the minute he sees her putting more towels by the pool.

Their first real interaction is at dinner that night.

This is a favorite scene.

Leah assigns me to a seat next to Niko. I’m not surprised. After all, we are the two unattached people at this dinner. But I’m nervous. What if Niko wants to engage me in conversation? I’m about to run out of words. I’ll surely verbally trip over myself and look foolish.

It’s Niko who pulls out my chair and pushes it in as I sit. “Can I get you a drink?” he asks.

I nod and mutter, “Thank you.” I’m not used to being served. I’ve never been served. Ever? It’s possible. It’s strange.

“Water? Tea? Milk?”

I tip my head back to meet his gaze. “Water, please.”

“Do you prefer a glass or a sippy cup?”

My entire body responds to his question. I’m trembling now. “A glass is fine, sir,” I murmur.

He nods and heads for the island. It’s hard for me to focus on the rest of the room. Most of the Littles are seated, and their Daddies— we don’t have any Mommies here this week— are preparing them drinks.

I’m not a Little of course. I mean I don’t think I am. But every Little in the room is handed a sippy cup, including Leah and Amy. Most of them have been served milk. I feel kind of strange when Niko sets a glass of water before me, which is silly since I’d feel a lot weirder if he gave me a sippy cup.

All the men are still standing. They grab bowls and lean over the table to fill them with stew. I’m used to being the odd man— or woman I suppose— out at the Ridge. I’m female and I don’t have a Daddy. Foster and Craig go out of their way to make sure I have what I need, but they’re careful not to treat me like a Little.

I suddenly worry that Niko feels forced to take care of me simply by virtue of being a man while I’m clearly without a partner. The thought makes my stomach hurt. I don’t want him to feel obligated. I’m not a charity case.

“You don’t have to serve me,” I point out as he sets a bowl in front of me.

He winks. “Humor me, Little one. I may be a bit rusty as a Daddy, but I would never let a Little girl serve herself even if she weren’t mine.”

My mouth opens. I need to tell him I’m not a Little. But the moment passes as he puts a slice of bread in front of me and adds a pat of butter to my plate.

I can’t relax until he finally sits next to me, his own food now also in front of him. “Go ahead, kitten. Eat.”

My heart. I think it stops. Kitten?

“What?” he asks, his brow furrowed. “You don’t like that nickname?”

I can’t help but smile. “I like it,” I murmur. “Why kitten?”

He taps my nose. “Your little button nose, I guess. And the way you’re so quiet and kind of bashful. Like a kitten. Seems fitting. Yeah?”

My cheeks heat as my smile grows.

Niko reaches for my ponytail and strokes his fingers through it before giving it a playful tug. “I once had a kitten almost the same auburn color as your hair too. Though I’m not sure his fur was as soft as your pretty locks.” He strokes it again and then releases it and leans back. “Sorry. I’m being too familiar. We hardly know each other.”

We don’t know each other at all. Not even a tiny bit. We met ten minutes ago, and yet both times he touched me sparks went through my system as if he’d shocked me. It’s irrational, but I wish he was still stroking my hair. “It’s okay,” I inform him. “I’ve never had a kitten. I’ve never had any pet.”

I have no idea why I share this information. I’ve never thought much about it, but I bet it would be nice if I had a kitten. I wouldn’t feel as lonely if I had something to pet, a cat who would crawl up into my lap. An animal who would look at me like I hang the moon, reliant on me.

“Ah. Well, you’ve been missing out. Pets are great.” He winks.

I flush. It’s odd having him pay so much attention to me.

He finally turns toward his meal and takes a bite of the stew, moaning around it. “That’s amazing.”

As I lift my own fork, wondering how I’m going to chew and swallow with him so close to me, his hand suddenly wraps around my wrist over the bowl. “Be careful. Blow on it. It’s very hot.”

I flush deeper. So many things about this situation are jarring. First of all, no one has ever cared if I got burned by food. Second of all, I’ve never once had hot food before arriving here, so I wouldn’t know what it might feel like to burn my mouth. Thirdly, Niko’s huge hand is still gripping my arm. Not unwanted. His palm is so large it nearly spans from my wrist to my elbow. His hands are rough from years of hard work. Since he’s come here to help Foster finish part of the basement, I assume he’s a carpenter.

The most shocking thing is that I like his touch. It’s warm and caring and I don’t want him to let go. That’s absurd of course, and even though his fingers linger longer than necessary, he does eventually release me.

I glance back at him, swallowing back my nerves.

He winces. “Sorry again. I’m overstepping. Way overstepping. Something about you brings out the dormant Daddy in me. I can’t help myself. I hope I’m not making you feel uncomfortable.”

Oddly he’s not. He’s making me wonder about myself though.

“You are Little, right?” he asks.

I release my fork, afraid I might drop it if I don’t. “Uh, I don’t think so. I don’t know.” That’s as true as it gets. I’ve watched and learned for the last three weeks, but that doesn’t make me Little.

Niko’s fingers come to my cheek next. “Okay.” He smiles warmly. “As long as I’m not upsetting you, that’s all that matters.” He winks.

“You’re not, sir.”

“Good.” He points at my food. “I don’t think it will burn you anymore.”

I hesitate, afraid I will seriously dribble the stew down the front of me if I try to eat. Eventually, I manage to lift the fork again and take a bite. I moan around the flavor.

Niko chuckles, a deep belly laugh that brings goosebumps to my skin. “It’s good, isn’t it?”

I nod, still chewing, not wanting to talk with my mouth full.

I’m relieved when Craig speaks from across the table, interrupting us. We’ve been in a bubble over here as if no one else exists. “What did you think of the unfinished rooms in the basement, Niko?” Craig asks.
Becca Jameson. Finding Peace (Kindle Locations 263-269). Becca Jameson Publishing.

While Brea may not know if she’s a little, she definitely has set off the Daddy in Niko.

Niko is very intuitive, and it takes no time at all to figure out some of the issues Brea is having. From not sleeping to her not having a clue about a lot of the real world because of her upbringing.

I love the gradual way these two come together, even with the issue of his actual residence being in Seattle proper.

While I’m not usually a fan of this BDSM dynamic, the way Becca writes these characters draws me in every single time.

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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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Severed Dreams by Becca Jameson


Severed Dreams
By
USA Today Bestselling Author
Becca Jameson

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I’m having dreams I can’t explain—nightmares of faceless people watching me on what should be the most important day of my life.

Something really bad happened to me. So bad that I can’t quite piece anything together. It’s making me paranoid. I swear I’m being watched all the time.

Ever since the dreams started, nothing in my life makes sense. I don’t trust my instincts. I’m not sure I trust anyone around me. Not even my family. They mean well. But they treat me with kid gloves as if I’m fragile. Maybe I am…

Whatever happened, it’s over and I have to move on. I need to get back to work at my family’s department store. Instead, my parents and my sister insist I convalesce at the beach. And I don’t trust them enough to tell them about my relationship with Bryon, a man I was instantly attracted to who seems to have secrets of his own.

I need closure and a new normal. I’m trying, but it’s hard when everything feels wrong and I don’t even know who I am anymore. Why can’t I get my life back on track? I’m young. I have my entire life ahead of me. It seems like no one wants me to move on. I’m stuck. In limbo. As if I’m outside my body watching.

And whoever is watching me is getting closer every day.

This romantic suspense will take you on a ride that will have your mind questioning EVERYTHING! Prepare to search for the answers with Jessa before tragedy strikes again.

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This book is a series of before and after scenes. In the before we see Jessa fall for an undercover detective she meets at an accident scene. She stopped to help an older woman who was trapped in her car. Ashton is the name she heard first but when he makes sure she gets home okay his card says Liam Barnes. The romance and secrecy is difficult for both of them especially when he meets her parents.

Jessa works at her father’s department store, although he doesn’t really want her working. Her sister is in charge of their Miami location so Jessa doesn’t understand the difference.

The before follows the relationship to marriage, to the accident.

The after is Jessa putting pieces together as she has no recollection of her life prior to the accident.

This is a favorite scene.

The only person I regularly saw was my sister. She lived in the building next to mine. And she treated me with the kid gloves I probably needed.

But this man… This man was gorgeous. Or perhaps it was just his smile. It captivated me.

He pointed at the drawing under my palm. “You’re very talented.”

“Thank you.” Half of me didn’t want to encourage him. The other half was drawn to him. The dimple on his cheek endearing. He was harmless. I needed to lighten up. A little human contact wouldn’t kill me.

And if I wanted to start lifting my face to the world again, I couldn’t imagine a better specimen stepping up to the plate.

He squatted beside me, his gaze still on my sketch. He oozed masculinity in a way that didn’t seem quite fitting for a stroll on the beach this early in the morning. He wore khaki dress slacks and a white dress shirt, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. No one dressed that way on the beach. My gaze roamed down to his feet— bare, his toes digging into the sand.

Appropriate morning attire on the beach included jogging shorts or swim trunks.

He shifted his gaze to the rising sun. “It’s so beautiful out here in the morning.”

I stared at him with an urge to ask him to stay very still so I could sketch him instead of the designs I was gathering from my imagination. He was that beautiful.

The thought was ludicrous since I didn’t draw people. I drew clothes. Maybe if I had a sketch of him instead of ten thousand dresses, I would have something entertaining to enjoy in my apartment.

I told myself my attraction to him was based purely on looks, a gorgeous subject matter. There was nothing wrong with that. He was tall and slender. A businessman. I guessed he probably worked in an office. Not much time for sun or working out.

“Are you a professional designer?” he asked, turning his head in my direction.

I shrugged. I had no intention of telling him who I was. Every time I met someone, their opinion of me changed the moment they heard my last name. It had been like that my entire life. I’d learned over the years to keep personal information to myself initially.

“Bryon.” He gave me his name as he held out a hand.

“Jessa.” I tentatively gave him mine.

His grip was warm, inviting. A spark ran between us, instantly bringing my entire body to full alert. I licked my lips. He smelled fantastic, his personal scent wafting toward me. He plopped onto the sand, so close our knees bumped. It was crazy. I shouldn’t be so attracted to someone just sitting here on the beach. I shouldn’t be falling for his pickup lines. I shouldn’t be feeling anything at all. But I was human.

I couldn’t stop myself. I closed my sketchbook, making a conscious decision to engage this intruder instead of brushing him off. If nothing else, the interaction with another living being felt surprisingly good.

My life needed changes. I’d been reclusive for too long. It seemed appropriate to put myself out there. After all, I was just flirting. After three months with very little human contact, it felt good to have someone approach me, even if it was a stranger on his way to work. It was refreshing. Maybe speaking to someone who knew nothing about me or my life would somehow be freeing. I didn’t need to divulge any personal details to the man. I could simply enjoy his company like a regular human being.

My heart beat faster as I watched his slow smile spread across his face. He made me feel alive again. I grabbed onto that feeling and ran with it. “Is this how you always dress for the beach?” I teased. His pants rode up his legs enough to reveal pale feet that matched his pale forearms. He clearly didn’t spend much time in the sun. Either that or he had an unusually light complexion that burned easily.

He chuckled, a deep sound that vibrated through him and reached into me when our knees bumped again. “No. I was on my way to work. Decided to stop and take in the view first.” His gaze met mine and held it.

What view was he talking about? I had my suspicions. But then again, he couldn’t have known I was sitting in that spot when he made the decision to stop at the beach.

“Where do you work?”

“On the mainland.”

Ah. Of course. Few people worked on Miami Beach itself. But he hadn’t really answered my question.

“Who do you design for?” He pointed at my sketchbook.

I shrugged again, biting my lower lip while I tried to come up with a feasible answer without giving myself away. “I’m mostly doing freelance right now.”

He hesitated, his brow furrowed for a moment before he nodded. His short-cropped wavy blond hair was perfectly styled and lay as if he’d just stepped off a photoshoot. And his smile took my breath away. His eyes were a rare, deep green. Mesmerizing. I couldn’t look away from them.

Did he not buy my lie? Jeez, I wasn’t that bad, was I? “Do you live on the island?” I supposed the term “freelance” coming from a woman lounging on the beach on a weekday morning could equal “unemployed.”

“Yes.” He pointed at the apartment complex behind us, the one I lived in. “I have an apartment here.”

That made more sense. It wasn’t that he’d driven up to the beach and stopped on his way to work. He hadn’t left for work yet.

“Maybe this is too forward, but I was just about to grab a coffee in the strip. Would you care to join me?”

I smiled at him, pondering the offer. What would it hurt? It was just coffee. I tried to shake off the feeling of regret I carried like a heavy weight. I was in no mood to tell this stranger anything about myself. I would keep the previous year of my life tucked close to my chest. I had no desire to discuss it. Or face it. Hell, I had no desire to discuss much of anything about my past. Forward was the only direction I needed to be moving.

Whoever this Bryon guy was, he simply smiled at me, waiting for my answer.

Finally, I nodded my consent. “Sure.”

Normally this would be way outside my comfort zone, but I felt bold, and what could go wrong? It wasn’t as though he could abduct me from the beach in broad daylight, or the coffee shop under the apartment building. Not to mention the fact that I had absolutely nothing to do since my parents seemed determined to coddle me. Hell, even my sister was continually telling me to take it easy and relax in her overly cheery voice.

All three of them were humoring me. They walked on eggshells around me as if I were fragile. It felt good to speak to someone who didn’t know anything about me and therefore had no reason to look at me with deep sorrow pouring out of his eyes.

I stood, brushing the sand off my butt and stuffing my pad into my shoulder bag. I glanced at my clothes. I looked like any regular person— white T-shirt, jean shorts, and flip-flops. I was tan, very tan. Three months on the beach with little else to do did that to a person. I adjusted my sunglasses on the top of my head to hold my hair back. My curls were out of control in the humid Miami air. But I was enjoying the carefree look. It suited me and my resolve to take a step back, examine my life, and relax.

Bryon, the stranger ill-equipped for a stroll on the beach, was the perfect next step on my bucket list of things to accomplish.

Throwing caution to the wind, I tucked my hand under his elbow when he offered it and let him lead me to caffeine.
Becca Jameson. Severed Dreams (Kindle Locations 134-193). Becca Jameson Publishing.

We see Jessa starting a relationship with Bryon. She doesn’t recognize him but he definitely knows her.

This is an edge of your seat read as you discover all the intricate twists this tale holds.

There’s plenty of suspense to go with the romance and sizzle as the past intertwines with the present.

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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!

…where Alphas dominate…


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Starting Over – Blossom Ridge Book 1 by Becca Jameson


Starting Over
Blossom Ridge Book 1
By
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Becca Jameson

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Amelia

This is my dream job. Head chef at a mountain resort.
Sure, it’s a resort for a very specific group of patrons.
I belong to Surrender, so I know the owners and I’m familiar with the lifestyle.
I’m not little myself. Or at least I don’t think so.
And then I meet Foster, and he makes me doubt everything I know to be true.

Foster

I’ve worked alone at Blossom Ridge for five years.
Now, Roman has turned it into a resort, and I’m good with that.
Until Amelia shows up with her excitement and adorableness.
It’s been a long time since I’ve had a little, but I’m drawn to her.
I just have to convince her it’s the life for her and that she’s mine.

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Roman and Lucy are turning his family home into the Blossom Ridge Resort. An exclusive retreat for Daddy Doms and their Littles. Leah and Craig are going to manage the resort and hiring is a bit of a challenge because of the lifestyle.

Amelia, a Surrender member, has been working at a café not far from the new resort. The owner Stella encouraged her to apply for the job of head chef and to Amelia’s surprise and pleasure she got the job. This is a lifetime goal of hers and she wasn’t about to mess it up.

Of course, the first thing Foster notices is the horrible smell coming from the kitchen. Amelia is cleaning the ovens which seem to have been neglected for a long time. It’s not the best first impression as he bellows at her about the smell.

A bit later though after baking a few of her specialty muffins, Foster returns to the kitchen. This time he doesn’t startle her.

This is just one of my favorite scenes.

Several hours later, I’m covered in flour and cinnamon with multiple batches of muffins scattered around the giant island when I feel a presence at the back door again.

This time I don’t lose one of my nine lives as I meet Foster’s gaze.

He’s standing in the doorway, same as last time, hands on his hips again. He takes in a deep breath and closes his eyes. “Much better.”

I smile, deciding to brush off our odd interaction from this morning. I’m going to have to work with this man. We need to get along. “The smell? Yes. The oven is officially clean. Would you mind trying my muffins? I’m going to need a few opinions before I settle on a recipe.”

“Not a chance.” He shakes his head firmly.

My stomach drops. What the hell?

He steps closer, but now I’m trembling. He’s so damn huge. His frame seems to eat up the entire room, and it’s a gigantic room. His shadow looms over my workspace.

“I’ll take a muffin, Amelia, but there’s not a chance I’m going to critique them.”

“Amy,” I inform him, surprised he even knows my name.

He lifts a brow. “People call you Amy?”

“Yes.” Why is this shocking? It’s a nickname.

He stares at me, his gaze roaming up and down my frame several times until I’m no longer trembling but shaking and a bit unnerved. “Nope.” He shakes his head. “I don’t see it.”

“You don’t see what?” I’m confused. My brain is scattered.

“You’re an Amelia. That’s your name. It’s pretty. It suits you. I’ll be calling you Amelia.”

My brows shoot up. I don’t think I’m breathing. There’s something so very… dominant… about this man. That’s it. He’s overbearing, and I can feel my instinct to submit to him pulling hard.

I can be submissive. I know this. But I usually keep that side of me to the hours at the club. I don’t submit to anyone outside of Surrender. I’ve never even felt the urge before.

This man has me tongue-tied and close to kneeling at his feet, which is also aggravating because he’s so… surly. That really is the best word for him.

“Umm…” That’s all I manage to murmur.

Foster glances at the various batches of muffins. “Cinnamon is my favorite. Which one would you like me to sample?”

“Uh…”

He meets my gaze. “Amelia?” When he says my name this time, my nipples stiffen and my panties grow wet. No one has called me Amelia besides my mother when I was very young. I insisted on being called Amy after my first day of kindergarten when the cute boy next to me misunderstood and called me that by accident.

I clear my throat and jerk my gaze from his, as if I might get sucked into another vortex if I don’t. I glance at the muffins. “You’re supposed to try all three,” I murmur. Why is this concept so difficult? I only have three people to use as a test group: Foster, Leah, and Craig. There isn’t anyone else staying at Blossom Ridge yet. We don’t open for another week.

When Foster makes no move closer nor speaks, I finally glance up at him again.

He searches my face and runs a hand through his hair. “Look, I owe you an apology for earlier. I was snippy for no reason. You caught me off guard.

I…” He shakes his head. “Never mind. The point is I’ve already insulted you one too many times. It won’t happen again. So, no, I won’t critique your muffins. I’ll eat any or all of them, but I’ll tell you they are fabulous no matter what.”

I flinch. “Oh.”

He gives me a slow smile, the first one he’s graced me with. He looks even sexier when he smiles. It’s much better than the brow-furrowed, brooding look.

“Just out of curiosity…” He tips his head to the side. “Did you really move here alone? Leah and Craig said you’ll be staying in one of the one-bedroom employee cabins. You don’t have a Master or a Daddy?” He looks stern again as if this detail annoys him greatly.

I’ve never been more confused by the signals from a man in my life. I lick my lips. “I don’t have or need either.”

His brows shoot up.

I narrow my gaze and cock my hip to one side. “Why is this so surprising? Just because I’ll be the chef here doesn’t mean I’m in the lifestyle full-time. It just means I’m not judgmental.”

Another long stare. “You’re a member of Surrender, right? I’m sure Leah told me that.”

“Yes.” I shrug, trying to keep from reacting to this infuriating man.

“You’re obviously submissive,” he points out.

My face heats. I want to shove him out the door so I can think and breathe. He’s sucking all the oxygen out of the room with his imposing inquisition.

I also want to submit to him. So badly I’m wringing my hands in front of me.

He’s waiting for me to respond. Annoying man.

“I can be submissive if you must know. It’s very personal. I don’t submit to anyone outside of the club. Ever,” I add to make my point. “I’m independent and perfectly capable of taking care of myself. I don’t need a Master or a Daddy. When I choose to go to Surrender and submit to someone for the evening, I do so on my terms.”

I don’t know why I’m going to such extremes to explain myself to this man. He’s a coworker.

Is he smiling again? It’s hard to be sure. Maybe the corners of his lips are lifted slightly. More like a cocky smirk. “Hmm.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” I blurt out before I can stop myself.

“Nothing. It’s just that you’re a conundrum.”
Becca Jameson. Starting Over (Kindle Locations 143-189). Becca Jameson Publishing.

Foster hasn’t had a little in a very long time, and he’s more than a little confused by his reaction to Amelia.

This makes for a fun pursuit as some familiar couples join them for a weekend, and Amelia agrees to give being little a try outside of the privacy of her rooms.

I love the way this relationship develops, it’s fun, flirty and sensuous. I can’t wait for the next book in this series.

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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!

…where Alphas dominate…


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Harbor – The Wanderers Book 3 By Becca Jameson


The world is no longer a safe place,
especially for women.
For several decades, the birth rate of females has been declining.
Militants, the government,
and private citizens alike will do anything
to find young women and force them
into unthinkable arrangements.

The Wanderers are a secret
underground society, born to provide
sanctuary for anyone who believes in
free will and democratic notions.
They have grown in numbers for many years
and have several compounds where
their citizens live in safety.

Harbor
The Wanderers Book 3
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Becca Jameson

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Maya has been running from herself for most of her life. Her claustrophobia chases her above ground every chance she can get. She prefers to keep moving, always looking for someone to rescue and bring to the safety of The Wanderers.

Losing her footing and falling on a piece of rebar wasn’t in her plans. The gouge in her calf is deep and long. The best she can do is drag herself off the beaten path, wrap the leg in linens, and hope someone finds her before it’s too late. Preferably someone with good intentions.

She has no idea how lucky she is to be rescued by three doctors who take her to their underground clinic and nurse her to health. Why do they have to be so sexy and so kind? Falling for them isn’t an option. She’s not meant to live underground. She needs fresh air. She needs to continue with her life’s work.

Dario, Keanu, and Advic may have saved her life, but they have no idea what kinds of trauma she has faced besides her leg injury. They might be able to lure her into their bed, but that doesn’t mean she will stay.

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Maya has been in and out of this series, this time though, she’s in trouble. She slipped and rebar sliced her leg. She’s trying to get somewhere safe but has to hide when she runs out of steam. Fortunately she’s found, but before we get to know who found her we get to visit her nightmares. Discovering things Maya has kept hidden from most everyone.

She’s been out of it with fever and an infection raging in her leg. The doctors who found her are relieved as she gains consciousness.

This is a favorite scene.

“Can you open your eyes for me, hon?” Someone was stroking her forehead. Gentle fingers. His voice sounded kind.

Maya started shivering with cold as she blinked her eyes. Her teeth were chattering. “So cold,” she managed to whisper as she met the man’s gaze.

He smiled warmly. “There you are. We’ve been waiting for you to wake up. Welcome back to the land of the living.” The man was dark-skinned with nearly black eyes. Kind eyes. Gentle eyes. Creases at the corners grew with his smile.

He continued to stroke her forehead.

She shivered. “Why so cold?”

“Your fever is breaking, hon. You’re under the covers though. We keep changing the bedding every time you soak it from sweating.”

She swallowed. Her mouth was so dry. She kept her eyes on this man. Could she trust him? He seemed so very kind.

He leaned away from her to reach for something and returned holding up a cup with a straw. “How about a drink of water?”

She eyed him suspiciously. She shouldn’t trust him or anyone for that matter. He could have drugged the water.

He must have read her mind because he brought the cup to his mouth and took a drink himself before bringing the straw to her lips. “It’s safe and clean. I promise.”

She searched his gaze. Her options were limited. She was so thirsty.

Finally, she accepted the straw and sucked. The cool water felt like heaven going down her throat. She couldn’t get enough of it.

“Careful, hon. Not too fast. Your stomach will get upset.” The man was wearing blue scrubs. He was either a doctor or a nurse. Or hell, in this new world, he could be anything.

When the cup was empty, he set it aside.

“More,” she murmured, finally able to lick her lips. If she was going to be sold into slavery, at least she wanted to be hydrated.

“Let’s wait a bit, hon.” He cupped her face, stroking her cheek with his thumb. “Your color is coming back, and I’m so glad to finally see those pretty green eyes.”

“Hey…” Another male voice caused her to turn her attention to the man entering the room. He was slightly older than the first man. Early forties. Tall. Tanned. Brown hair and brown eyes. He wore a lab coat with his name embroidered on the breast. Dr. Dario Shan.

“Where am I?” she managed to whisper. She might as well learn her fate sooner rather than later.

The doctor set his palm on her forehead. “Fever’s breaking. That’s good.” He smiled at her just as warmly as the other man. “You’re in a clinic. You’re safe here.”

She lifted a brow and nearly laughed. She would have rolled her eyes and sassed him if she’d had the energy.

She must have at least managed to convey her reaction with her expression because Dr. Shan chuckled. “I guess safe is a relative term these days, isn’t it? But I promise you it’s true. We’re underground. Totally secure.”

She glanced around, realizing there were no windows. The room was small. She felt trapped. She didn’t like to be underground. That was why she never spent more than a few days in the bunker with The Wanderers. She grew restless and nervous when she felt like she couldn’t escape. “Who are you?” She tugged on her arms. They were still strapped down. Her heart rate picked up. Safe, my ass…

Dr. Shan lifted the edge of her blanket and unfastened her wrist from the side of the bed.

The first man did the same on his side. “We had to restrain you. You were delirious and flailing around. Your IV came out more than once. We didn’t want you to fall out of bed.”

“What’s your name, sweetheart?” the doctor asked.

She swallowed. She didn’t want to tell them anything. Not yet. Not until she could be sure she could trust them.

The doctor smiled again.

“I’m Dr. Shan, but call me Dario. We’re not formal here.” He glanced at the other man. “This is Keanu Iona. And the other man you’ll meet eventually is Advic Patel.”

“How did I get here?”

“I found you,” Keanu stated. “Miraculously. Another hour and we probably wouldn’t have been able to save you. You’d lost a lot of blood. You had a raging fever. Your leg was infected.”

She sucked in a breath. “How long have I been here?”

“A week,” Dario said.

She groaned. “I need to get out of here.” When she tried to move her leg, she came up short, nearly passing out from the pain. “Fuck. Jesus. That hurts.”

Dario set a hand on her shoulder. “And I can’t tell you how lucky you are that it does. I was afraid the antibiotics we gave you were too late. I wasn’t sure we could save your leg. When Keanu found you, I’d guess you’d already been lying on the side of the road for over a day.”

Sweat beaded on her forehead as she lifted a shaky hand to rub her temples.

“The cut was very deep,” Dario continued. “It’s going to take a long time for you to recover. There is muscle damage, and I needed fifty stitches to close the wound.”

She winced and dropped her forearm over her eyes. “Thank you,” she whispered. “But I can’t stay here.” People would be worried about her by now.

“Sweetheart, you’re in no condition to leave here, and you won’t be for at least a few weeks. Even after the wound heals enough to remove the stitches, you’re going to need physical therapy at the very least before you can apply any weight to that leg. You’ll probably be on crutches for a few months.”

Maya closed her eyes under her forearm, trying hard not to panic. She licked her lips. “Where am I? I mean how far from where you found me? In what direction?”

Silence made her finally lift her arm to glance at first Dario and then Keanu. Panic made her eyes widen. She fought to try to sit up.

Both men set a hand on her shoulders and held her down.

Keanu winced. “I’m sorry, hon. We can’t tell you where you are for the same reason you haven’t told us who you are. You’re going to have to trust we mean it when we say you’re safe here. We’ve maintained this clinic in this location for over two years. We can’t risk anyone we haven’t thoroughly vetted knowing the location.”

She glanced at both men again, eyes wider. “But you’ll let me leave, right?”

“Of course. As soon as you’re strong enough. We’ll take you anywhere you want to go,” Darion informed her.

She stopped fighting and let her body settle back on the bed, panting from the exertion. One thing was for sure— she didn’t have the strength to go anywhere soon.

She closed her eyes, trying not to think about how trapped she felt, trying to control the claustrophobia threatening to creep in and make her hyperventilate.
Becca Jameson. Harbor (Kindle Locations 191-245). Becca Jameson Publishing.

Maya has a long road to recovery, and the Doctors, Dario, Keanu, and Advic work hard to gain her trust. They are patient, attentive and caring. Even as they put her through the paces of physical therapy.

Maya isn’t immune to them either, she just knows there can ube nothing lasting between them. Her history is preventing her from any of that. Her nightmares and flashbacks also include Stuart, he helped her when she was at her lowest and she calls out for him in her sleep.

Advic heads out to either make contact or leave a message about Maya being safe. In a twist of fate, he runs into Stuart and Rush at an outpost. Apparently, they were heading to the clinic for some supplies. It was rather amusing to see when Maya sets them straight about her relationship with Stu. They were convinced they were a thing.

I loved the way this story plays out, there’s action, romance, pain, and plenty of sizzle. I do hope there will be more books in this series.

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Refuge – The Wanderer’s Book 2 by Becca Jameson


The world is no longer a safe place,
especially for women.
For several decades, the birth rate of females has been declining.
Militants, the government,
and private citizens alike will do anything
to find young women and force them
into unthinkable arrangements.

The Wanderers are a secret
underground society, born to provide
sanctuary for anyone who believes in
free will and democratic notions.
They have grown in numbers for many years
and have several compounds where
their citizens live in safety.

Refuge
The Wanderers Book 2
By
USA Today Bestselling Author
Becca Jameson

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Ever since Ariel joined The Wanderers three months ago, she’s been battling the belief from everyone in the compound that she’s too young to enter into a relationship. She’s well-aware who started this rumor and continues to perpetuate it. Stuart. The man is infuriating, and she’s so done with him meddling in her life. No matter how gorgeous he is.

Most of the men won’t come near her. Thank goodness two men have chosen to ignore the idle threats from the surly Stuart and have been courting her. Kester and Tarin have helped her transition to life underground like the gentleman they are.

Stuart is a stubborn mule. He lives under the premise that he intends to keep Ariel at arm’s length, but no one else can have her either. Too bad for him Ariel isn’t mousy, and her life experience makes her far more mature than he gives her credit for. She’s ready to take her relationships to the next level. Stuart can either get on board or take a hike.

Life in this new world isn’t easy. They face danger every day. People die. It’s time for Stuart to face his past and decide if it’s better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all.

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Ariel and Kester are on their fourth date and they are going to his apartment. More for the privacy than anything else. She’s still figuring things out with Kester and she also likes Tarin who works with her sister. It’s Stuart who causing her the most problems and she’s talking it all out with Kester.

This is a favorite scene.

Kester scooted closer and gripped her hand in her lap this time. “First of all, I spend time with you because I like you. You’re fun and fucking smart and sharp and gorgeous. When you laugh, the tinkling sound lights up a room.”

“Kes…”

He moaned and then spoke in a lower voice. “I really like when you call me Kes.”

“Oh. I’m sorry. I didn’t think…”

He shook his head. “I said I like it, Ariel. It makes me feel like I’m special to you or something.” He waved a hand through the air, dismissing the thought. “As for Stuart, I can’t tell you for sure why he’s being such an asshole around you. I’m not sure anyone really knows. But I can tell you, albeit reluctantly, that it’s not because he doesn’t like you.”

She narrowed her gaze, skeptically.

“I’m confident he’s so attracted to you that he can’t think straight around you. He warns everyone away from you because he wants you for himself. I don’t know why he’s stuck to this strange narrative in which he insists you’re too young to approach, but literally, no one else agrees with him.”

She gasped, eyes wide. “He does not want me for himself.” I wish he did. “He treats me like I’ve got a
communicable disease, Kes.”

Kester laughed. “It’s a front, I tell you. I’m not sure he even realizes it. He’s using your age as an excuse.”

“For what?”

Kester shrugged. “Damned if I know. But the way he grumbles and growls about you is a sure sign to everyone that he’s claiming you for his own and we should all back off.”

Ariel blinked at him. “That’s absurd.”

Kester shook his head. “I’m serious.”

“He’s never said a kind word to me. He barely looks me in the eye. He never comes near me. It’s obvious he can’t stand me.”

Kester chuckled again, his chest rising and falling. “It’s like middle school all over again.”

She cocked her head to one side. “I have no idea what that means. I have only a vague understanding of what middle school even is.”

Kester smiled at her and dropped his arm along the back of the couch, lifting a lock of her hair and letting it run through his fingers. “Damn, your hair is as soft as it looks.” He turned back to her face. “Middle school is where kids go between elementary and high school. The awkward ages of twelve to fourteen. Girls are far more mature than boys at that age, and boys tend to act like idiots tripping over each other to try to catch a girl’s attention.”

She frowned. “Not following.”

“When a thirteen-year-old boy likes a girl, he’ll tell everyone around that she’s gross so they will back off and she will look at him.”

“That’s the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard.” She smiled.

He chuckled. She loved the sound of his laughter. “Agreed. But it’s true.”

“Okay, let’s say for one second that Stuart does have a childhood crush on me as you’re suggesting. Why do you keep pursuing me then? He’s your roommate. Surely, you don’t want to make him mad.” A flush raced up her face and she winced. “Unless, you’re not pursuing me at all, and I’ve misread you. Or…” She narrowed her gaze. “You’re doing it to annoy Stuart or to get me closer to him.”

Kester’s eyebrows shot up his forehead. “None of the above. I’m most definitely vying for your attention because I’m attracted to you. I couldn’t give two shits whether or not Stuart knows or cares or gets angry. His loss.”

She licked her lips. “My mother never mentioned how complicated men were.”

Kester laughed again. “To be fair, your mother didn’t live in a world where men outnumber women by such high margins. When your parents went into hiding over twenty years ago, the world was holding on by a thread, but it was still a mostly monogamous society.”

Kester stroked a finger down her cheek. She liked it. A lot. She wished he would do more than just that brief contact. She liked him, and like he’d said, even though she liked Stuart too, his loss. The infuriating man had pushed her away so many times, she’d lost count. It was impossible to believe he cared about her at all from the way he acted. In fact, his behavior suggested he saw himself more as a protector or father figure than a man attracted to a woman.

Kester released her hair on a sigh and gripped her hand again. “I’m under no illusion that there’s some kind of contest and in the end, I’ll win and get the girl. We don’t live in a world where that would be fair. I know you have feelings for Stuart. Your frustration with him speaks volumes, and I’ve seen the way you look at him.”

She winced. “And that doesn’t bother you?”

He shook his head. “I don’t let it. I can’t. I’d be a jackass if I claimed you for myself, especially since I know for a fact that Stuart and I aren’t the only two men who have noticed you.”

She gulped. “Who else?” Her heart was beating faster. It was so strange having this discussion. It shouldn’t be. She didn’t really know any other way of life. Other than the fact that her parents had lived in a monogamous relationship, she had no other models. Anything could be normal to her. After three months, she was far more accustomed to seeing polyamorous unions, especially among the younger crowd.

He smiled. “Well, every man who is single and under forty in the compound for starters. Who wouldn’t be interested in you? But more specifically, don’t tell me you aren’t aware that Tarin Gelman hunts you down as often as I do.”

Her cheeks heated again. He did. Tarin hadn’t been quite as blatant as Kester yet, but he did join her at meals sometimes and lingered longer than necessary to talk to her.

Kester grinned. “You did know.”

“Maybe. So now what? It’s not like when we arrived and Layla got snatched up by four men who were living as a family unit already. Tarin certainly doesn’t live with you two, Stuart and he have some sort of history that keeps them from exchanging civil discourse, and you and Stuart hardly speak to each other. Where does that leave me? What the heck am I supposed to do? There’s no way in the world I would let myself get passed around among three men in three separate relationships.” She cringed.

“And no one would ask that of you. If you’re interested in all three of us, just say the word, and I’ll talk to Tarin and Stu. It shouldn’t be your problem. The three of us will work it out.”

She eyed him skeptically again. It was too complicated to continue thinking about. “Can we stop talking about two other men who aren’t here?”

“Absolutely.”

“Good. Kiss me.”

He flinched. “You want me to kiss you?”

“Yep.” She scooted closer.

“Ariel…”

“What? I thought you just said you like me.”

“I do. A lot. But I don’t want to rush you.” She wondered if he had any idea how tightly he was gripping her fingers.

“You’re not rushing me. I just asked you to kiss me. It’s a simple task. Are you up to the challenge?” She lifted a brow, shocked by her boldness.

He stared at her, inhaling deeply. “You’re sure?”

“Oh, for heaven’s sake, yes. But if you don’t want to…”

He released her fingers and cupped her face with both hands, holding her gaze for several seconds before bringing his lips to hers.

Ariel’s chest pounded as he closed the distance, and she sighed into his mouth the moment his lips touched hers. Soft. Gentle. Caring.

One of his hands slid to the back of her neck and angled her to one side so he could deepen the kiss, his tongue stroking along the seam of her lips until she parted for him on instinct.

She closed her eyes and reached for him, her hands coming to his waist and easing up his torso. It may have been a bold move on her part, but she wasn’t sorry. Being kissed was amazing.

“What the fuck?” A door snicked shut behind them, and Ariel jerked her head to the side at the same time as Kester. She hadn’t heard the door open. She’d been in her own world.

But it most certainly had opened and closed.

Stuart stood just inside, his broad shoulders seemingly broader than ever, his hands fisted at his sides, his brow furrowed. He was pissed.
Becca Jameson. Refuge: The Wanderers, Book Two (Kindle Locations 132-199). Becca Jameson Publishing.

Ariel is a strong woman and she’s not going to be deterred in her quest for happiness. Stuart isn’t going to be easy to win over, but all of them are going to work on it.

I love the way this comes together, with Ariel proving herself over and over again. There’s more insight into the way the compound works and the people they continue to rescue.

With some action, some intrigue, and a bit of sizzling heat, I couldn’t put this book down.

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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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Sanctuary – The Wanderers Book 1 by Becca Jameson


The world is no longer a safe place,
especially for women.
For several decades, the birth rate of females has been declining.
Militants, the government,
and private citizens alike will do anything
to find young women and force them
into unthinkable arrangements.

The Wanderers are a secret
underground society, born to provide
sanctuary for anyone who believes in
free will and democratic notions.
They have grown in numbers for many years
and have several compounds where
their citizens live in safety.

Sanctuary
The Wanderers Book 1
By
USA Today Bestselling Author
Becca Jameson

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After living off the grid for all of her twenty-one years, Layla’s life has been uprooted after the murder of her parents. On the run with her nineteen-year-old sister, she’s hungry, scared, and running out of time. At her lowest moment of despair, she finally finds someone who can take them to The Wanderers.

Layla knows how to take care of herself. She can fight. She can forage for food. She has bad-ass survival skills. But she has never been this close to anyone outside of her immediate family, especially men. So many men. She’s aware of society’s inclination towards living with multiple partners, but is she ready to enter into a polyamorous relationship herself?

Jay, Gatlin, Ledger, and Nile have been living as a family unit with The Wanderers for years. When Layla shows up, they practically trip over one another in an effort to woo her. She’s young and sweet and kind and all that is good in the world. Pressuring her to choose them is strictly forbidden of course. They must be patient.

When Layla goes missing, her men will do anything to find her before she falls into the wrong hands. Losing her is not an option. They just got her. But is she really theirs?

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This book opens in a not very pleasant present, as Layla and Ariel are running to avoid detection. Twenty years ago their parents Greg and Abby had been urged off the grid by their beat friend and midwife Julie Imes. At the time Abby was pregnant with Layla and in spite of her initial fears, she knew her best friend and her husband were right. They needed to leave without a trace. As botanists they could survive anywhere, they owned property way off the grid and had sort of planned for this. They raised their girls to be self-sufficient, they could protect and feed themselves and that’s what they’ve been doing since they were forced to leave their home. They’ve never been to a city and all they know is that they have to avoid capture and find their mother’s friend Julie. It’s Maya who find them and brings them to an outpost to wait for transport to the compound where they’d find Julie.

This is where Layla becomes very aware of the man protecting them until that time, Jay. After showering and getting her sister settled to rest, Layla goes back up to the cabin to explore a bit and get to know the man who has awakened something more than just curiosity.

This is just one of my favorite scenes.

Jay’s thumb stroked her hip, and she wondered if he realized it as he kept speaking. “The militant groups are worse than the Republic. They snatch women right off the streets, hold them against their will, and treat them worse than second-class citizens.”

Layla swallowed. “I suspect my parents chose to tone down their descriptions a bit, but I’ve always understood the gist. Are there other groups in this fight too?”

“Yes. Religious zealots, outlaws, and even the wealthy. In the end, it’s best to avoid all of them. Other people are living under the radar, other groups like ours who would like to preserve equal rights, but they don’t have the numbers we have, and they tend to eventually get caught.”

“What happens to them?”

Jay stared at her. “You really want to hear all this?”

“Yes. Don’t pamper me. Information is power. I may have holes in my knowledge, but if I don’t fill them, I’ll just be in more danger.”

He surprised her when he leaned closer and set his lips on her forehead, holding them there for several seconds before drawing back with a sigh. “You’re right. I hate it, hate that there’s a pure innocence about you that’s about to get destroyed, but you need to know everything.”

She nodded, breathing rapidly. The feel of his lips on her forehead lingered. “I know I seem innocent, and in many ways I am, but I’m capable of taking care of myself. I’m trained in self-defense, I know every single plant that can be eaten, and I could survive off the land for the rest of my life if I needed to. Please, Jay, fill in the holes.”

He smiled at her, staring into her eyes as if he could see things even she was unaware of. “Okay,” he whispered. He drew in a breath. “I won’t sugarcoat it. The Wanderers are very careful to remain hidden. We do everything we can to protect the women in our society. We have strength in numbers. Some other groups do not. When a group is found, the males are usually killed on the spot, and the women are brought to wherever the militants’ headquarters are.”

Layla winced, but she’d suspected as much.

“No matter who captures them, they’re considered in defiance of the law— be that the actual law under the Republic or the complete lawlessness of the militants. Either way, women are a commodity. Sold. Traded. Raped. Bred against their will. There is no easy way to say it.”

Layla fought hard to avoid reacting to the hard reality. He hadn’t said anything she hadn’t already suspected, but hearing it out loud from someone who had more up-to-date information than her parents was hard to swallow.

She cleared her throat. “So The Wanderers are a society that maintains equal rights…”

“Yes.”

“But there are still far too many men and not enough women.” “Yes.” He bit into his bottom lip as he watched her as if waiting for her to draw her own conclusions.

She wanted verbal confirmation though. “Do your men… share?”

He inhaled slowly and tipped his head back to stare at the overhang as if it pained him to answer her. When he lowered his gaze to hers, he nodded. “Usually. Not mandatory. Nothing is mandatory among my people. We have free will, but it is growing increasingly customary for polyamorous relationships to form. Family units with several men and one woman.”

She searched his gaze again, wondering what he was thinking and why he’d hesitated. “Do you belong to a family unit like that?”

He shook his head, seeming to pull himself together. “Not at the moment.” He drew in a breath. “Let me rephrase that. I do live in a family unit with three other men. We do not have a woman living with us.”

She stared at him. “Because you don’t want one?”

He licked his lips. “We just haven’t met the right woman yet.”

“Oh.” For some reason, she was relieved to know that. She wasn’t even sure what part. That he wasn’t married? That he didn’t currently have a woman? That he’d made a point of telling her?

She most definitely shouldn’t care one way or the other. He lived with three other men. That meant any relationship with him would not be one-on-one. She wasn’t sure how long it might be before she would be ready to enter into any kind of relationship even with one man. But four?

She reached for his face, cupping his cheek, feeling the warmth of his skin against her palm. “You’re a good man, aren’t you?”

He chuckled. “How many men have you met?” She scrunched up her nose before answering. “Just one.”

“Me?”

“Uh-huh,” she admitted.

He groaned as he pulled her closer, flattening her against his chest again. His huge hand splayed on her back. “I should make you go inside, head down to the bunker,” he murmured with no conviction.

“But you won’t,” she pointed out as she flattened her hand on his abs. She tipped her head back again. “Please. Let me stay. I like being in your arms.” She was playing with fire.

“The guys are going to kill me when they get here,” he muttered under his breath.

“The ones you mentioned to Maya? Why?”

Jay slid a hand to her hair and stroked through the locks, tucking it behind her ear. “Every inch of you is soft, even your hair,” he whispered.

She enjoyed the way he threaded his fingers in her drying locks, but she tipped her head back again anyway. “You didn’t answer my question.”

Jay sighed. “The three men coming tonight are my partners. Mile, Ledger, and Gatlin.” He stopped talking.

“Why will they be mad?”

“Perhaps mad isn’t the right word. Jealous might be more accurate. Jealous that I got to spend the day with a beautiful woman who didn’t mind being held while they were traveling.”

She slowly grinned. “I think I’m flattered.” She shrugged. “So, you usually share women and they aren’t here.”

“Yeah. That must sound ridiculous to you.”

She shook her head. “No. I may not know much about the current norms, but I’m not a prude. I’m not judgmental. My parents ensured the two of us were open-minded.”

“That may be, but if they left society over two decades ago, I’m sure they hadn’t seen many polyamorous arrangements yet.”

“True, but we weren’t so isolated that I had no clue. It doesn’t take a botanist to figure out that women would eventually live in multiple arrangements.”

He chuckled. “A botanist?”

She shrugged. “My parents used to say that. They told us the original phrase was rocket scientist.”

Jay continued to laugh.

Bold and curious and very attracted to Jay, Layla decided to take a huge leap. “How mad would your partners be if I also kissed you?”

He stiffened, his eyes going wide.

She winced, shoving away from him to put some space between them, her gaze jerking to a spot on the porch, mortified to have said that out loud. “Sorry. That was…”

He grabbed her before she could pull out of reach, hauling her back closer and tipping her chin up with one of his fingers. “Don’t be sorry. You just caught me off-guard.”
Becca Jameson. Sanctuary: The Wanderers, Book One (Kindle Locations 427-485). Becca Jameson Publishing.

Jay and his partners, Mile, Ledger, and Gatlin are the ones to escort them to the compound. For Layla though it was getting to know the rest of Jay’s family unit.

There are many things for Layla and Ariel to adjust to and learn, but they rise to the task.

So many dangers in the world around them, there is action, suspense, romance and sizzle in this first of series. I hope there isn’t much of a wait for the next one.

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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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A Taste From – Dirty Daddies 2021 Anniversary Anthology: Rewarding Avery by Becca Jameson


Dirty Daddies

Featuring

Renee Rose, Laylah Roberts, Pepper North,
Brianna Hale, Livia Grant, Golden Angel,
Sinistre Ange, Raisa Greywood, Emily Tilton,
Maggie Ryan, Kara Kelley, J.M. Dabney,
Shane Starrett, Kessily Lewel, Measha Stone,
Stella Moore, Becca Jameson, Tess Summers,
Paige Michaels, Layne Daniels, M.A. Innes,
Jacki James, Susan Hawke, Nora Phoenix,
Allysa Hart, Rayanna Jamison and Maren Smith

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A DADDY FOR EVERYONE…

This collection of twenty-five sexy-as-sin romances star Daddy Doms who demand obedience and require your total surrender.

Whether you like Cowboy Daddies, Dark Daddies, Doctor Daddies, Stern Daddies, Shifter Daddies, Alien Daddies, or LGTBQ Daddies, there is a Daddy waiting for you. This deliciously naughty collection of all-new stories, penned by some of the best authors in the genre, is bursting with HOT, raw Daddy Dom action that’s sure to leave you breathless.

Don’t Keep Your Daddy Waiting….

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While this isn’t my favorite aspect of BDSM, Becca Jameson draws me in every time.

Rewarding Avery is loosely related to her Surrender Series, which I admit has become a favorite of mine.

As the books opens, Avery is about to go yell at her neighbor for mowing her lawn, but not before she ogles his physique. Now Andrew is only being neighborly but he’s not going to let Avery get away with yelling at him again. He’s gonna ask her out, well kind of.

This is a favorite scene.

Andrew chuckles. On top of everything else annoying about him, I now have to add that he has the confidence of a much older man.

And then another thought comes to mind and I swallow, my face draining of all color. “Are you making fun of me?”

He flinches, his eyes narrowing. He steps closer, shortening the distance between us. Thank goodness there’s a wooden railing around my deck that keeps him from stepping all the way into my space. He sets his hands on it though, and leans toward me, leaving only a foot or so between us.

He’s not laughing. His expression is dead serious. “I would never make fun of you, Avery. Why would you think that? I’ve lived next door to you for two years. I’ve watched you come and go hundreds of times. I’ve wanted to ask you out for most of that time, and suddenly now I’ve decided to go for it. What the hell?”

My mouth falls open, but no sound comes out.

“There’s a lightness about you. You’re a free spirit. I love the way you smile and giggle when you don’t think anyone is looking. That cute little wave you give me when you climb into your lime-green car stops me in my tracks every time.”

I swallow, but he’s not done.

“You’re obviously young at heart, and I’d bet money you’re fun to be with when you’re not growling about letting someone help you with your lawn.” One corner of his mouth lifts in a sexy smile. “So yeah. I’m asking you out. Please say yes so I won’t feel like a fool for laying it all on the line here.”

“You’re serious.”

“As a heart attack.” He’s white-knuckling the wooden railing.

Holy shit. Holy. Shit.

Finally, he lifts up a hand. “How about this? You make me dinner tonight and spend two hours with me. If you don’t want to go out in public with me and take that kind of risk afterward, I won’t ask you again.”

“You think I wouldn’t want to be seen in public with you?”

He shrugs, his brows lifting as if to say, what else am I supposed to think?

“You…” I lick my lips. “You’re like a chiseled statue of male perfection. I don’t know why you don’t have a different date every night of the week. The fact that you notice when I go out and when I don’t tells me you’re home to see that sort of thing.” I narrow my gaze. “Why don’t you have a girlfriend?”

He gives me a slow smile. If I’m not mistaken, his tanned skin flushes. “Women who hit on me at the gym or wherever tend to be extremely shallow, Avery. I grew tired of being pawed at like some sort of sex object about a decade ago.

“You, on the other hand, don’t strike me as shallow at all. You’re a breath of fresh air. Like I said, a free spirit. Happy. Comfortable in your skin. And…if I’m a quote ‘chiseled statue of male perfection’ then I’ll raise you that and say that you’re a beautiful porcelain doll who’s probably too sweet and naïve for her own good.

“I bet you know exactly what I’m talking about when I say women can be shallow. Men are shallow too. With that blond hair, those pale blue eyes, and that smokin’ hot body, I’m sure you’ve been on the receiving end of more annoying catcalls than you can count.”

I’ve suddenly lost the ability to make use of the English language.

I’m struck dumb and still blinking at him when he shoves off my railing. “I’ll be here at six. I don’t have any food allergies.” He starts to walk away and then tosses over his shoulder. “And, for the record, I do eat cookies and brownies.”

I watch him as he pushes his mower toward the shed behind his side of the condo, every muscle flexing, sweat soaking the back of his shirt in a line down his spine. His thick brown hair is ruffled and messy. He hasn’t shaved today, and his twenty-four-hours-after-shaving look makes my knees wobbly.

What the hell just happened?

This man just steamed-rolled right over me.

Dinner? Now, I have to cook for him and make dessert?

While he’s in his shed, I spin around and rush back into my kitchen, shutting the door and leaning against it while I try to catch my breath.

This can’t be happening. I don’t date men like Andrew. Hell, I don’t date men at all. I play with men at Surrender or one of the other clubs in the area on Friday nights in order to shed some of the previous week’s stress, but I don’t date them.
Becca Jameson. Rewarding Avery (Kindle Locations 75-109). Kindle Edition.

Dinner leads to conversations about other things and everything heats up really quick.

Very Hot, very sensual and definitely not for the faint of heart.

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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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Jetway – Open Skies Book 6 by Becca Jameson


Jetway
Open Skies Book 6
By
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Becca Jameson

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Heather

Life has not been kind to Heather.
After eighteen years of living with an abusive father, she took her savings and left town.
But the cycle of abuse is hard to escape.
She made one bad choice after another, until her last boyfriend hit her.
She’ll never let another man hurt her.
Or trust any man easily—not even Neil, as wonderful as he is.
Even though their friends try to fix them up, they are both stubborn.
Heather must face her past before she can look to the future.
Will Neil still be there for her?

Neil

Neil is kind and fun and sexy and all that is good in the world.
But he has skeletons, and letting a woman get close to him again wasn’t in the cards.
Until Heather tugs at his heartstrings.
He wants her.
Maybe they can be friends. Maybe add a few benefits.
Or maybe he can let go of his past and convince her to let him all the way in.
There is trouble at Open Skies though.
The threat eventually hits too close to home for Heather, but Neil’s not going anywhere.
He wants her to stay and let him shoulder some of the burden.
Earning Heather’s trust and love is an uphill battle he intends to win.

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Heather is tired but nothing would prevent her from being Kaley’s 1st Birthday party. She arrived early to help with the decorations as did Neil. Everyone has been hoping these two would get together, but Heather holds back. She’s always made bad choices when it comes to men and she’s afraid Neil will turn out the same.

Neil comes up with a plan when he finds it’s her loud and abusive neighbor that’s causing her to lose sleep. He asks her to house sit while he’s away on a project. He wants to get to know her and hopefully make some headway past her barriers.

Heather manages to catch up on sleep and also meets Neil’s sister while house-sitting. She also manages to admit she feels something for him, not that she’d be able to act on it.

When Neil finishes his job he catches an early flight home. He wants more time with her.

This is a favorite scene.

Neil was too impatient to wait for the flight he had originally intended. He finished his job too late Saturday evening to catch a flight that night, but he was able to change his ticket and get on the first flight out Sunday morning.

He knew Heather had worked Saturday night until late, so he wasn’t sure if she would be awake yet when he arrived. He smiled as he pulled into the garage. Her car was in there. He kind of liked that. Her car next to his. It was a silly thing, but it made him smile.

He assumed she would have heard the garage door going up and then back down, but as he opened the door to the kitchen, he grinned, realizing why she hadn’t heard him.

Heather had music playing. Loud enough to drown out the garage door. She was standing at the stove, flipping bacon— based on the scent in the air— swaying to the music.

She had on a white tank top and navy cotton shorts, probably what she’d slept in.

When he set his bag down, she spun around and screamed. She nearly stumbled backward and fell on her ass. “Jesus.”

“I’m so sorry. I couldn’t see a single way to avoid scaring the hell out of you.” He rushed closer and steadied her, taking the spatula out of her hand before she dropped it.

She was gasping for breath as she reached for her phone and stopped the music. “You’re early.” She jerked her gaze from him to look at their surroundings. “I haven’t even started cleaning up yet.”

He chuckled as he turned off the burner and removed the bacon to set it on a paper towel. Seconds later, his attention was back on her. Damn, she looked so fucking amazing. Her brown curls were in a high loose bun, many of the tendrils loose around her face as if they refused to be contained.

She had her palm over her chest, still breathing heavily.

He wanted to pull her into his arms, hold her against him, and inhale her scent, but he settled for reaching for her hand instead and holding it loosely, stroking her knuckles. “I took an earlier flight.”

“I see that.”

“In retrospect, I should have told you.” He tried to grin.

“It’s okay. You used up one of my nine lives, but I still have a few left.”

He chuckled. Thank God she was making a joke of it. He glanced at the stove. “You were cooking. I’m starving. Can I join you?”

“Of course. It’s your house, and most of the food is yours too. You shouldn’t have stocked the fridge for me. That was over the top.”

He shrugged. “I should have paid you to stay here. It’s what normal people do when they ask someone to house sit.”

“Normal people don’t get house sitters unless they have pets or at least one plant,” she pointed out. She turned toward the flowers on the table. “I kept the bouquet looking well. Whoever heard of flowers that lasted two weeks?”

“They do look pretty good. See? I needed you.”

She laughed. “You didn’t need the flowers.”

He shrugged. “Sure, I did. They made you smile.”

She glanced down at herself and then tugged her hand free and crossed her arms. “I should put more clothes on.”

“You’re fine.” She was far more than fine. She was sexier than ever. Maybe he should let her put more clothes on. He could see the outline of her breasts and the points of her nipples. It took great strength not to stare at them.

Neil pulled out a bar stool. “Sit. I’ll finish the cooking.”

She climbed up and sat, but leaned on her elbows, keeping her arms in front of her, her posture telling him she knew her nipples were hard and showing through the top. “You might want to add more bacon.”

He headed for the fridge, grabbed the bacon, and proceeded to follow her advice. The eggs were on the counter. So was the bread. So he popped two slices in the toaster.

“How was your flight?” she asked.

“Mine was fine. I should ask how yours was? Anything new?”

She sighed. “You can’t even imagine. Every day something new happens. And the airline is keeping it all hush-hush. The only reason we flight attendants know is because we pass the information around like we’re playing telephone. Only I guess we literally are.” She chuckled.

Neil frowned though. “What happened yesterday?”

“One of the ticketing agents here in Dallas either didn’t get the memo to check all tags before putting them on suitcases, or she chose to ignore it. Pure bedlam. Baggage was backed up all over the place when dozens of pieces of luggage came out of the conveyor belt behind the scenes with a destination that didn’t match any flight.”

“Seriously?” Neil flipped the bacon and then reached for the eggs. He held up the carton. “Fried?”

“Yes, please. Hard. Just one.”

“Got it. Anyway, didn’t that cause delays?”

“Oh yeah. All of the flights were delayed yesterday, and I’m certain many of the customers arrived at their destinations without their luggage. It took quite a while to determine where the mislabeled tags originated from.”

“Remind me not to fly Open Skies anytime soon,” he joked.

“I don’t even want to fly with them. People are going to start complaining soon, and guess who’s going to be on the receiving end of their wrath?”

Neil winced as he cracked three eggs into the pan. “No kidding. I don’t want your job either.” He pulled out the orange juice and filled two glasses, handing her one. “I assume you like OJ since the carton is half empty.”

“Aren’t you astute,” she teased.

“Oh yeah. Very.” He hoped she could hear his sarcasm.

He noticed a nearly empty mug of coffee on the counter and lifted it. “Want a second cup?”

She hopped down from the chair. “I can do that while you finish the eggs. You want one too?”

“Yep. At least one. Might need two. I didn’t get much sleep last night.”

“Why did you change your ticket to such an early flight? You could have slept in and returned this afternoon.”

He removed the eggs from the pan, turned off the burner, and faced her.

She was leaning against the counter, one hip cocked out to the side, waiting for the first cup of coffee to brew.

He considered what he should say for a few moments, stalling, and then reached up to toy with a stray curl hanging near her ear. It was all he would permit himself. He would have grabbed her hand, but she had her arms crossed, probably to cover her breasts again.

“I wanted to see you,” he admitted. “Not for an hour this evening but for several hours all day.”

She bit her lower lip as she stared at him. Finally, she released it and smiled. “I’m glad.”
Becca Jameson. Jetway: Open Skies, Book Six (Kindle Locations 634-688). Becca Jameson Publishing.

A kiss, but nothing more, yet the beginning of hopefully a relationship.

It’s enough that when Heather’s neighbors escalate, he’s the one she calls.

Holy moly this book! I truly didn’t know what was going to happen or when!

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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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Convincing Leah – Surrender Book 9 by Becca Jameson


Convincing Leah
Surrender Book 9
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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.

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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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Shadow in the Desert – Shadow SEALs Book 3 by Becca Jameson


Shadow in the Desert
Shadow SEALs Book 3
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After a disastrous career-ending mission, he never expected to be sent back into the shadows.

For months Ajax has been languishing on his sister’s couch, drowning himself in beer and whiskey. It was the only way to bury the pain of losing his entire SEAL team during a mission he does not remember. Until he discovers everything he’s been told about that day was a lie. Now he’ll jump on the first flight to Ethiopia with Ryker—his best friend, teammate, and foster brother—to rescue the rest of their team.

Serena has a heart of gold and a desire to help people. She’s never physically met the woman she works for, but she knows every job she does saves lives and corrects injustices. Serena’s task is to dole out assignments, be the liaison. Participating in the missions themselves has never been required…until now. Her history has made her vital to the mission.

Serena isn’t prepared for the brooding man who looks like he’s going to take down the next person he sees with his eyes alone. Nor is she prepared for the way his intensity makes her feel things she never expected in this lifetime.

Ajax is not pleased that Serena will be accompanying them. She doesn’t belong in a war zone. But when the slight woman flattens Ajax on his back on day one, he has a change of heart. Maybe she’s not as soft as she appears. He needs her help, and she needs him. But will her presence endanger the entire mission?

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This book opens as Ajax is rushing to a meeting he’s a bit late for, he’s not sure why he’s there or who he’s meeting. What he does know is anything is better than wallowing on his sister’s couch. Little does he know he’s about to get the shock of his life.

In that conference room is his best-friend, teammate and foster brother Ryker. He thought Ryker died along with the rest of their team in a mission that went so FUBAR he was blamed for it and kicked out. Apparently Ryker was told the exact same thing and now they are both going to get some news that’s even more startling.

Serena is Charley’s assistant, helping with meetings and other data for the missions. This is just another one of those meetings, until it isn’t.

This is just one of my favorite scenes.

“Listen to me,” Charley demanded. “I know everything that happened to you. More than either of you know. You were on a mission, you had the green light, you surrounded the target, and then you closed in. There was an explosion. The building blew to rubble. The two of you were knocked off your feet and thrown backward, landing hard in the street several yards from where you’d been standing. You were both knocked unconscious in the blast.”

“Why on earth was I told the entire team was dead and I was the lone survivor?” Ajax asked.

“Because someone higher up needed to cover their own ass.”

Ajax shoved away from the table and took a few steps back, leaning against the wall for support. He ran a hand through his hair, hair that was in desperate need of a cut. “How do you know all of this?”

“I have my ways.”

Ajax groaned.

“What happened to the rest of the team if they didn’t die in the explosion?” Ryker asked.

“No one was in that rubble. None of you had breached the building yet. You two were the only ones knocked unconscious. Everyone else was taken hostage in the ambush. Your backup team was moving in fast, so the rebels had no choice but to evacuate and leave your bodies behind. They probably weren’t certain if you were alive or dead, but in any case, they didn’t have the time to take two unconscious bodies.”

“Unbelievable,” Ajax murmured.

“I agree. Whoever fucked up this mission went to a lot of trouble to clean up after themselves.”

“If the backup team rescued us, why haven’t we heard from any of them?”

“They are still active in the mission, and they’ve been told neither of you survived. After loading you two into the helicopter, they never saw you again.”

Ryker cleared his throat. “This is insane. Both of us were told the rest of the team was dead. Who could be that cruel?”

Ajax agreed. It had been the most hellacious three months of his life. He’d spent it believing not only his entire team was dead, but that it included Ryker. A man he’d considered a brother since they met when Ajax was twelve.

Ajax had yet to go home to Indiana to face the foster parents who brought him into manhood because he couldn’t stand the idea of confronting the heaviness in his soul. On top of that, he was too embarrassed. He’d been told the reason that mission failed— the reason Ryker had died— was because he hadn’t followed protocol. He’d been fucking led to believe that he had disgraced his team and the SEALs. He had been discharged “other than honorably.” Returning to face his foster parents was the last thing he’d wanted to do.

“I don’t know the answer to that yet, but believe me, I’m working on it. In the meantime, I’m hiring you two to go back and get your team.”

Ajax flinched. “Hiring? What if we decline.”

“You won’t.”

Serena set the two folders she was carrying on the table, separated them, and eased them across the surface, one toward each man. A phoenix stared back at him as though the ancient Egyptian bird could see all the way to his damaged soul… daring him to look inside.

Ryker opened his first and after a moment, he whistled between his teeth. “That’s a lot of money.”

“Yes. You have a unique set of skills, not to mention motivation.”

Ajax opened his folder and lifted both brows. Ryker wasn’t kidding. He could do a lot with that kind of money. “You realize I’ve been discharged. I no longer work for the US Navy. Who the heck are we working for?”

“Me.”

“And you aren’t going to tell us who the hell you are?”

“No. It’s safer this way.”

“For us or for you?”

“Yes.”

Great.

Ryker groaned.

Ajax turned to look at him, lifting a brow. They were either in this together or not at all.

“Fuck,” Ryker muttered.

Ajax agreed. It wasn’t as though they could tell this woman they would not be willing to go in and rescue their own men. He turned back to face the phone. “What’s the plan?”

“Pull your shit together, lay off the cookies, and be prepared to travel in two weeks.”

“Who’s paying for all this?” Ajax asked.

“I am.”

“How will we know where to go or what to do?”

“Serena will be traveling with you. She’ll be told when and where to meet up with my contact when you arrive.”

“What?” all three yelled at once.

For Ajax, the thought of this soft woman in the pencil skirt traveling to fucking Ethiopia with him was preposterous. She obviously worked hard to be taken seriously. Standing tall. Keeping her expression tight and serious. All business. But his instinct told him she was more like a dandelion underneath the fake exterior.

That wasn’t the most shocking part of Charley’s announcement, however. The part that made Ajax lift both brows and glance at Serena was that she too was obviously blindsided by this news.

“Charley,” Serena began, “at no time did you mention me traveling with these gentlemen.” She was clearly just as uninterested as Ajax was. Traveling to Ethiopia was dangerous under normal circumstances. He would have his guard up the entire time. And that would be when he was in populated areas surrounded by civilians.

As soon as he left civilization to hunt down his squad, the last thing he’d need was to worry about this feather of a woman. No way. Not a chance. “That’s a dealbreaker,” he told Charley.

Serena flinched and shot him a narrowed look that could have melted a cast-iron pan. She may not have had any intentions of going either, but she sure didn’t like the decision coming from him.

“Nonnegotiable. Serena goes with you. I’ll overnight you the details in a few days. Plane tickets and all the information you’ll need to get started. When you arrive, you’ll stay in a hotel in Addis Ababa the first night. After that, you’ll meet up with my contact and be given further instructions.”

Ryker slapped his hands onto the table again, fingers wide, fingertips white from gripping the surface. “How do we know this isn’t a trap intended to get both of us killed so that whoever fucked up this mission can wipe their hands clean of possible loose ends?”

Serena leaned forward and pushed the top piece of paper in the open manila folder to one side, her fingers moving slowly to reveal the second page.

Ajax’s breath hitched and caught. “Motherfucker,” he breathed out. He yanked the entire stack of pages off the table and started flipping through them while Ryker did the same with his set of documents.

“Fuck,” Ryker muttered.

The first several pages were pictures of the rest of their squad. They were grainy and black and white, but there was no mistaking the images of their comrades. Recent images. Their brothers looked like shit. Three months of neglect.

Fuck.

Whoever this Charley woman was, she had them both by the balls. There wasn’t a chance in hell either of them would leave men behind for any reason. Even if Charley was fucking with them and intended to have the two of them killed the moment they stepped off the plane, it was a risk Ajax would have to take.

And he knew Ryker would too.

Plus, why send Serena with them if Charley intended to have them both killed? That part made no sense.

Apparently, Ajax was headed back to Ethiopia.
Becca Jameson. Shadow in the Desert: Shadow SEALs (Kindle Locations 146-207). Becca Jameson Publishing.

I got a kick out of Serena not recognizing the guys at the airport. They knew they looked different without long hair and beards but had to let her sweat a bit.

The reason behind Serena being with them becomes clear once they arrive. She’s fluent in the native languages. But the best is when she flattens Ajax proving she’s not a helpless woman.

Things get more and more complicated the more they learn and they meet up with yet another woman before they travel on. Xena is no nonsense and snarks at Ryker almost immediately. Apparently Ajax’s team has been split up and not evenly. It’s going to take precision and timing to synchronize rescuing them. They have to split up to reach their destinations at the right time and Ryker gets to go with Xena.

Serena’s background and the attraction between her and Ajax play a part and their relationship simmers before it sizzles.

I can’t wait to read the next book in this multi-author series, it’s Ryker and Xena’s story!

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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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