By
USA Today Bestselling Author
Becca Jameson

Harmony’s path in life has always been predetermined. She was lucky to have been permitted to stay with her mother until she was twelve. Many girls were not so fortunate. But that was eight years ago. She’ll be twenty soon, and she’s been a ward of the state, living in a girls’ home, for almost half her life. The clock is ticking. Females have no rights in the new world. She will be wed against her will to a man she did not choose and has not met on her twentieth birthday.

Unbeknownst to Harmony, a team of Wanderers has a plan to rescue her. It’s risky. It might fail. All four men are endangering their lives for a woman they’ve never met. But in this post-apocalyptic society, danger lurks around every corner and risks are taken for the better of humanity every day.

Mykel, Eldin, Blane, and York have very few details to go on, but they intend to rescue Harmony if it’s the last thing they do. What they don’t expect is to fall head over heals for the woman. Their mission is to bring her to The Wanderers bunker and reunite her with her mother. But that plan might take a detour if their affection for Harmony is reciprocated.

In the prologue of this book we learn just how lucky Harmony was to have spent so many years with her mother. Her mother a teacher for the boys, Braylon, Riggs and Stone, and allowed her to sit in on the lessons which she absorbed like a sponge. Now in the girls home she’s caught reading a pamphlet by Alysia who asks her to teach her to read. In this new world reading is power and none of the girls are taught to read, she agrees since they need whatever advantage they can get once they are married off.

Mykel, Eldin, Blane, and York are preparing for the riskyest mission they’ve done so far. Not only are they going to rescue Harmony before she gets to her wedding, but also her mother, Marion. Everything has to be timed perfectly or they’d never get close to Marion.

This is a favorite scene.

“Please tell me you’re the good guys,” she stated as she glanced at first Eldin and then Mykel and York.

Eldin was stunned, but grateful. This was going to be easier than he’d expected. He smirked. “We are. No time to chat. We need to run.”

Harmony was already pulling her fancy shoes off and tossing them to the side. “Let’s go.”

Eldin was impressed. This woman was no wilting flower. She was all business. Bad ass. Fierce. He suspected if she had ended up married this afternoon, she might have stabbed her new husband’s eyes out with one of those deadly heels of hers and escaped on her own.

Without hesitation, Harmony took off running behind York.

Mykel took a position at her side.

Eldin took up the rear, keeping an eye out for any disturbance. This was all going too smoothly. Too easily.

A car sped to a stop at the end of the street right on time. “We’re getting in that car,” Eldin informed her from behind.

She nodded and kept running.

Seconds later, all five of them were inside the vehicle, and Blane was pulling away from the curb.

“What now?” Harmony asked the moment they were on the move.

Eldin was on one side of her, York on the other. Mykel had taken the front passenger seat. It was Mykel who reached over the seat and tossed back some clothes.

Harmony caught them. “Thank God. I don’t know who you guys are, but you seem prepared. I hope you know what you’re doing.” She twisted to one side so her back was facing Eldin. “Can you rip the buttons off this stupid dress?”

“You want me to tear it?” He was kind of surprised. He shouldn’t have been.

She looked over her shoulder and lifted a brow. It was the first real look he was getting of her. She was stunning. Long dark hair had broken loose from the updo it had been in while she’d run for freedom. It hung in wild curls around her shoulders and partway down her back. Her eyes were dark brown. Her features were petite, but he knew in a glance this woman was fierce. No one should fuck with her.

“It took twenty minutes to get this dress on me. We don’t have that kind of time. Do you think I care about it? Rip it,” she ordered.

Eldin reached up, grabbed the collar with both hands, and yanked hard enough to tug her backward. She must have braced herself though because the dress gave way, and she didn’t end up sprawled in his lap.

“Thank you,” she murmured. She held the front of the dress against her chest and tugged the black T-shirt from the pile of clothes to hand it to York. “Can you help me?”

“Of course.” York took the long-sleeved shirt from her and pulled it over her head.

Harmony released the front of the dress as the shirt covered her.

It was completely inappropriate for Eldin to be thinking about her in any way at all, but it was impossible not to. Her back was smooth and tempting. She wasn’t wearing a bra, which meant her breasts were now loose behind the shirt.

He swallowed and shook thoughts of this woman’s breasts from his damn head. Rescue, Eldin. Rescue. You’re not here to lust after her.

“I assume we don’t have time for modesty,” Harmony said as she lifted her sweet ass to pull the yards of white fabric out from under her. “But maybe you two could look out the window for like five seconds while I put these pants on?”

Eldin’s face heated as he jerked his gaze away from her. He felt like an ass for staring. Nevertheless, he managed to watch her out of his peripheral vision as she escaped the rest of the silk and lace, snagged the black jeans, and lifted her butt off the seat to tug them on.

“Okay, I’m decent,” she declared. “Someone tell me the plan,” she continued as she tugged the tennis shoes onto her feet. Next, she lifted her hands to pluck several clips from her hair until it fell in thick waves all over the place.

Eldin thought he might be drooling. He’d lost his mind.

When she finished with her shoes and sat back, she glanced at York and then Eldin before turning her attention to the front. “Is someone going to speak? You’re making me nervous. You can save the introductions for now. I won’t remember names, but tell me the plan.”

Her thick hair whacked Eldin in the shoulder and arm over and over. He didn’t mind. He wanted to grab it though. He wanted to fist it, pull her head back, and kiss her.

Jesus. He was definitely losing his mind.

Mykel twisted from the front seat. “I’ll give you the rundown. We’re with a group of people who live in a safe location outside of The Republic. We rescue people— mostly women— and bring them to safety. We learned about you from a woman named Haley. Do you remember her?”

Harmony’s eyes went wide. “Yes. Pale. Dark hair. Five-four? She was sold into marriage to someone about a year ago.”

Mykel nodded. “That someone was the family your mother works for. The Hansons.”

“Braylon?” She looked shocked.

Mykel nodded. “Yes. It’s a long story, but she escaped The Republic with Braylon, Riggs, Storm, and Rush.”

“Who’s Rush?”

Mykel waved a dismissive hand between them. “That’s not important right now.”

“Tell me,” she demanded.

Eldin flinched at her side and took a breath, deciding it was better to just tell her. “Rush is the man who was kidnapped and sent to impregnate Haley when she failed to get pregnant by Braylon. He was from our society. He led the rest of them to safety.”

Harmony stared at Eldin with wide eyes. “I always thought Bray was uh… in top shape. I’m surprised he couldn’t…”

Mykel groaned. “Can we come back to this later, please?”

Eldin shot him a quick look and then met Harmony’s gaze again. “He’s right. It’s complicated. Can we please deal with the immediate plan? We’ll explain the rest later.”

She nodded. “You’re right. Go on.”

Blane continued to drive. He was getting close to the edge of the city though. The five of them couldn’t just drive out of town as if they were on a joy ride. It didn’t work that way.

They were almost at their first destination though, so there wasn’t much time to explain the next step in this mission. Eldin took over. “Listen. We need to get out of sight. Blane’s going to pull into an abandoned warehouse. We’re going to hide out there for several hours. Two of us will stay with you. Two of us will go get your mother.”

She gasped. “My mom is coming with us?”

“Yes.”

She ran a hand over her hair. A smile spread across her face, the first one she’d granted them with. “Oh, God. That’s…” She shook her head. “I can’t thank you enough. Does she know you rescued me?”

Eldin nodded. “She knows that was the plan. She can’t know if we were successful or not yet, but she should be at the rendezvous point soon. Timing was important. She needed to disappear about the same time as you. As soon as word gets to the Hanson family that you’ve escaped, The Republic will have men surrounding the residence. We never would have gotten close to her.”
Becca Jameson. Haven – Becca Jameson (Kindle Locations 167-225). Kindle Edition.

Harmony is a strong woman, and she exerts that strength for the first time before they are even to the rendezvous point. Stuck in a tunnel because of patrols, she demands to be kissed by not only Eldin but also York. Eldin had been holding back his reaction to her before that. York, Eldin, Blane and Mikel had been in a relationship and their wife Suzanne had died. It’s been years since any of them felt attraction to any woman until now.

Their journey to the compound is fraught with danger but they make it unscathed. Once there we get so many surprises for both Harmony and her mother.

I can’t wait to see what else Becca comes up with for this series.

5 Contented Purrs for Becca!

Becca Jameson

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…

By
USA Today Bestselling Author
Becca Jameson

It’s been over two years since Melanie’s life was forever changed. Over two years since she met Holden on a Panama Canal cruise that went awry. Over two years since she had the best sex of her life for ten amazing days before returning to the real world and tucking that vacation adventure away forever.

After walking away from Melanie, Holden worked several long-term assignments for the Holt Agency, keeping himself busy, keeping his mind off the woman who had seemed so perfect for him in every way. Their lives weren’t compatible. She was a professor at Georgetown. He thrived on dangerous rescues and protection details.

Time has not changed how either of them feels for each other, nor has it changed their circumstances. But Melanie’s apartment has been ransacked and another professor has been found dead. Someone is after her. She might not like it, but she needs Holden’s protection.

The two of them can try to keep their feelings for each other at bay, but for how long?

In the prologue of this book we get a glimpse of the very hot last days of a Panama Canal Cruise where Melanie and Holden first met and got together. Their life circumstances didn’t allow this relationship to continue after that, although they keep in touch.

It’s over two years later and Melanie a professor of Chinese Culture and Language is finishing up a semester of teaching. She’s hoping to publish a paper at the end of the break and has a lunch meeting with a visiting colleague who has some reference data for her. That meeting will change everything for Mel.

With her townhouse ransacked, Mel calls Grant and Callie. Grant works for the Holt Agency and she knows he’ll get to the bottom of things. She’ll be staying with them for a while or so she thought.

When the professor she met turns up dead, they realize Mel is in far more danger than they thought and send her to a remote safehouse. One no one knows about except those who work with the Holt Agency. What no one mentions is that it’s Holden’s home.

Holden has been on assignment in Europe and when he arrives home he’s exhausted and just wants to drop into bed and sleep. Boy is he in for a surprise.

This is a favorite scene.

After tipping the driver heftily for bringing him home in the middle of the night, he lugged his suitcase to the side entrance, unlocked the door, and stepped inside.

He didn’t need lights. He knew how to disarm and rearm the alarm without seeing a thing. He’d done so many times. Lights would just cause him to be more awake, and awake wasn’t the goal. The goal was to aim straight for his bed, drop his clothes, slide under the covers, and sleep like the dead.

Leaving his suitcase and computer bag in the kitchen, he pulled his shirt over his head as he made his way up the stairs and into the bedroom. It wasn’t until he was halfway to the bed that he froze.

Goosebumps rose up his arms. Several thoughts went through his head all at once.

He could see the indentation of a person in his bed. Someone was sleeping there. This didn’t fill him with panic. The guys he worked with often used his cabin. Frank and Nancy Holt had several sets of keys and all the codes. Anytime someone needed downtime away from the homebase in Indiana, they could be sent here to relax.

Grant had keys. He and Callie came here too. There was no way they had come this week though because Grant had known Holden had been wrapping up his mission and would be home soon. Plus, there was only one body in the bed. Not two.

The next thought, one that overlapped the first, was that the person in the bed was a woman. The form was too small and slight to be one of his co-workers.

Thought number three, perhaps a quarter of a second behind the first two was why anyone had sent a woman to the cabin. That wasn’t the norm. Especially not alone.

Thought number four, lapping over the top of number three, why hadn’t anyone told him? A simple phone call… And then, fuck. When was the last time he’d checked his messages? Not in over a day. Not since he’d wrapped up his job and headed for the airport. Not even in the car on the way here. He wasn’t even sure where his cell phone was. Buried in his computer bag, probably.

Fuck fuck fuck. Holden was fucking tired. He needed sleep. He was in no mood to entertain. He wanted to be right where this woman was, sleeping in his own fucking bed.

He could slip back out of the room and take over one of the guest rooms, but whoever was in his bed would die of fright when she found him in the morning. Or hell, if she was military or in some way involved with the Holt Agency, she might shoot him first and ask questions after. To her, he would be an intruder.

Nope. He was going to have to wake her now. Confront her now. Figure out who she was and why she was in his bed. Afterward, he could negotiate with her and convince her to move to a guest room so he could have his own damn bed. He hadn’t slept on his fucking expensive mattress for months. He fully intended to tonight.

Taking a deep breath as he faced the inevitable confrontation, he dropped his shirt on the floor and ran a hand over his hair.

That’s when another thought slipped into his brain unbidden and made him stop breathing. Or moving. He wasn’t sure he was even standing any longer. His legs were jelly.

Surely he was imagining things. No way in hell was the woman in his bed Melanie Hurn. The fact that he would never forget her scent in a million years just meant his brain was playing tricks on him.

He took another slow deep breath. Fuck. Closed his eyes. Breathed again. Fuck. It wasn’t logical. He hadn’t seen her in over a year. Hadn’t touched her in over two years. Hadn’t held her in all that time. But damn, her scent permeated the room.

He would know it anywhere. His room smelled like sex. That scent he liked to bury his nose in after he had her. After he made her come. He’d dreamed about it a thousand times since he’d last experienced it.

What were the chances? Surely his mind was playing tricks on him. Why would Melanie be in his cabin, in his bed? He’d like to go back about an hour, find his phone, check his messages.

He was breathing heavily now, and he needed to turn the lights on, confront this woman, and prove to himself she was not Melanie. It could be anyone. It wasn’t her.

His eyes were adjusted enough to glance around as he stepped closer. If the person in the bed was armed, she was likely to kill him. He was about to scare her to death.

She was curled on her side, facing away from him. She also had Melanie’s curls. Jesus. It really was likely her.

He turned toward the bathroom, deciding to flip on the lights in there instead of blinding both of them with the sudden overhead lights in the bedroom.

With one last deep breath, he flipped the switch, his gaze on the woman. “Melanie?” he called out. His gut told him he was right. Every sense in his body told him he was right. Melanie was in his bed, between his sheets.

Suddenly, the sleeping form bolted upright, a scream coming from her lips as she twisted toward him, eyes wide with fear.

Holden stopped breathing. She was even more gorgeous than he remembered. Her hair was a wild mass of curls. Her chest was heaving. But more importantly, she was naked. The sheets had fallen to her waist, and she was in too much shock to realize he was staring at her breasts.

His cock was hard in a second. She was here. Either that or he’d fallen asleep on the way up the mountain and was having the best dream of his life behind the driver.

Seconds passed in limbo before Melanie found enough brain cells to grab the sheet and pull it up over her chest. “Holden?” Her voice squeaked. “What are you doing here?”

“I was about to ask you the same question,” he responded.

“I, uh, it’s a long story. You go first. I thought you were in Europe or something.”

“I was. My assignment ended.” He took a step closer to her, half afraid she wasn’t real. He didn’t want to wake up if this was a dream. He wanted to hold on to it. Keep talking to her. He hadn’t heard her voice in a long time. He wanted to absorb every syllable.

God, he was a mess.

“Okay. Why did you come here?”

He frowned. “It’s my house. I live here.” Did she not know that?

Her eyes widened again. “Tell me you’re kidding.”

“Why would I lie about that? This is my cabin.”

She held the sheet tight above her chest with one hand and rubbed her face with the other. “I’m going to kill Grant and Callie.”

He nodded. If this was a setup… If Grant and Callie had sent her here under false pretenses to force the two of them to face each other… Well, it was an ingenious idea, but he would still kill them himself. Mel would never get the chance.

“Surely they left you messages. Don’t you check your phone?” she accused.

He winced. “I didn’t. No. I’ve been exhausted and traveling for over twenty-four hours. My phone is buried somewhere in my bag.” He changed subjects. “Did they set us up?”

She sighed. “No idea. It’s more complicated than that.”

He stepped even closer. He shouldn’t. He should leave the room and let her get dressed so they could talk with clothes on, but he couldn’t stop himself. He was drawn to her like a magnet.
Becca Jameson. Protected (Kindle Locations 420-478).

It’s not until later the next day that they accidentally discover the reason Mel’s place was trashed. Apparently, the professor gave her a jump drive that was supposed to contain links to aid her research, instead a bunch of encrypted data starts streaming across her screen.

With the professor now dead the danger to Mel has escalated and it’s a race to find out not only what the data is but also who had it a who wants it.

Intriguing, emotional, scary, romantic and lots of sizzle between these two.

5 Contented Purrs for Becca!

Becca Jameson

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…

By
USA Today Bestselling Author
Becca Jameson

Giana

I’m a well-known masochist.
I’ve been a member of Surrender for two years.
Someone unknown sponsors me.
I can barely make ends meet, and I’ve just lost yet another job.
When Kendric discovers me living in my car, he takes me home.
It’s a horrible idea. I can’t stay with him.
He’s a Daddy. I need a sadist in my life.
But I’m falling for him, and I don’t have any other place to stay.

Kendric

I’ve been secretly sponsoring Giana.
She’s intriguing, but I’ve never approached her.
She’s not Little. I’m not a sadist.
At least that’s what I’ve believed for two years.
When I find her living in her car, another side of Giana comes out.
She submits to me as a Daddy Dom.
She thrives, even when I take her to Blossom Ridge.
Convincing her she’s my Little is a challenge, and I’m all in.

In the prologue of this book, we see the discussion about Giana’s sponsorship to Surrender. It’s Kendric who steps up to pay the sponsorship, he’s a bit infatuated with her but he’s not a sadist, he’s a Daddy Dom and she’s definitely a masochist.

It’s two years later, and we meet Giana and her friend Hannah as they prepare for their night at Surrender. Hannah knows she watches Kendric and teases her about it. As much as Giana might wish for Kendric to dominate her, she knows he’s a Daddy Dom and she just isn’t a little.

It’s Kendric’s turn to lock up Surrender and as he’s leaving he sees a car in the lot. It’s a cold night and while it’s not unusual for a car to be left, he investigates further. He realizes the car is Giana’s and the windows are fogged, he hopes he’s not interrupting something when he knocks on the window. It’s Giana who looks out at him, and she’s alone.

Little does she know everything, and I do mean everything is going to change.

This is a favorite scene.

I’m stalling. I take a deep breath and rap my knuckles on the driver’s side window.

I hear someone gasp inside and a moment later, fingers wipe away the condensation. Thank fuck it’s Giana. Her eyes are wide and she opens the door. “What are you doing here?” she asks me as if I’m the odd ball.

I grab the frame of the door and the side of the car so I can bend down and see inside better. She’s alone. I narrow my gaze. “What am I doing here? What are you doing here? I thought you left a while ago.”

She sighs and lowers her gaze. She’s wearing a lot of layers. A thick heavy coat, gloves, a scarf wrapped around her neck and the back of her head. “My car won’t start,” she murmurs.

“Why didn’t you come back inside to ask for help?” The hairs on the back of my neck rise. Something isn’t right.

“I didn’t want to bother anyone.”

“Did you call a tow truck? Or what are you waiting for?”

She rubs her gloved hands together. “I don’t know.”

“You don’t know what you’re waiting for?” I’ve never seen her this nervous. My brain is trying to figure out what’s going on. Meanwhile, I shift my gaze to the back of her car. It’s jammed packed. “What is all this stuff in the back seat, Giana?”

She sighs. “Everything.”

I blink. Everything? What does that mean?

I squat lower, so my face is below hers and I’m looking up at her.

“Giana, talk to me.”

She draws in a slow breath. “I lost my job and I’ve been staying at a motel, but then my car wouldn’t start, and…”

Fuck. Jesus.

“I work for a temp agency,” she continues. “They’ll find me something else. I just need to get by between now and then. It won’t take long.”

“Were you going to sleep in your car, Giana?” I ask gently, though that is obvious.

“Yes. I’ll be fine. I promise I’ll figure something out tomorrow.”

Like hell. “Do you have friends or family you can stay with? Can I drive you somewhere?”

“No.”

“What about Hannah? I thought you two were close?”

Giana jerks her gaze to mine. “No. I don’t want her to know about this. We’re not that kind of friends. We’re club friends. We don’t get together outside of Surrender. I’d be embarrassed for her to know I’m struggling.”

My lips move. There are no other options here. “Okay, you’re coming home with me then.”

She gasps and shakes her head. “Not a chance. I won’t impose on you like that.”

“It’s not an imposition, Giana. I have plenty of room.” I rise to standing and reach out a hand. “Come.”

She shakes her head again. “Kendric, I can’t. I hate that you saw me out here. Can’t you just forgot it and leave me. I’ll figure it out in the morning and I’m sure I’ll get a new position with the agency in the next couple of days.”

“Giana, I’m not asking. I’m telling you. Get your stubborn ass out of that car now before I decide to take you over my knee and spank your bottom so hard that Mistress Claudia’s crop earlier will seem like child’s play.”

What the fuck am I talking about? Jesus. I don’t spank anyone that hard. No one. I’m a gentle giant. I like snuggles and giggles and fun trips to the zoo. I can and have spanked Little girls before, but not hard enough to make them cry.

Giana’s eyes are wide and she’s staring at me. Mouth open. No words coming out.

I open the door wider. “You going to walk to my truck on your own, or should I throw you over my shoulder and carry you kicking and screaming like a naughty Little girl?” Jesus, fuck. I’m losing it.

“Kendric…”

“I’ll count to three. If you’re not out of the car, I won’t even give you the chance to take any of this stuff with you.”

She licks her lips. “Sir…”

My dick gets hard the moment she calls me Sir. That’s right, Baby girl. Sir. Or Daddy. Not Kendric. “One… Two… Three.” I reach in and grab Giana around the waist, easily lifting her small frame out of the car and tossing her over my shoulder.

She squeals and squirms as I reach in to snag her keys from the ignition. I hesitate for a moment, wondering about the decision to leave everything she owns in this car. What if she gets robbed in the night?

Mostly what I see is black trash bags, probably because she doesn’t own suitcases and left her residence in a hurry. If she’s homeless, she has gone months without paying her rent.

A tight ball forms in the back of my throat at the thought of Giana homeless and alone. How long has she lived like this? I feel like shit for not noticing.

I grab her purse while she fights me. My arm is wrapped firmly around the back of her thighs though. She’s not strong enough or large enough to get free. “Stay still, Little girl, unless you want me to double the spanking I’m already planning.”

She stops fighting me, but only long enough for me to let my guard down. The moment I loosen my grip, she arches her chest and tries to shove off my shoulder.

I grip her legs tighter and set my other hand on her ass, squeezing it hard. It has to hurt after the cropping.

“Ouch,” she shouts. Finally, a human reaction.

“Yeah, ouch. You’re going to think ouch, Little girl. Stop fighting me and tell me if there’s anything valuable in this car we need to take.”

“Yeah. All of it,” she complains. “Leave me here with it.”

“Not happening. Computer? Phone? Cash?”

She slumps in my arms. “No.”

I shut the door, lock the car, and haul this bundle of feisty woman to my truck. What the fuck am I going to do with her?

I should call someone else. Maybe Claudia or at least Roman. Anyone. Someone else can put her up for the night or the week or the month. I’ll lose my mind with her under my roof.
Becca Jameson. Embracing Joy (Kindle Locations 165-214).

Concern for Giana is Kendric’s main reason for taking her in, but there’s also her response to him in the parking lot. It seems to him that there just might be a Little hidden inside her and he’s going to find her.

Giana protests albeit a bit too much, she agrees to see where things go. She has much to work out in her life and just maybe Kendric’s the man to help her do that.

I loved the way this story unfolds and that the trip to Blossom Ridge is quite revealing.

This is sexy, fun, enlightening and sizzling too.

5 Contented Purrs for Becca!

Becca Jameson

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…

By
USA Today Bestselling Author
Becca Jameson

Grecia has never known security or kindness. Stolen from her parents at a young age, she was raised in a girls’ home and later moved to a women’s shelter. At twenty-one she was abducted and held by militants for a year. Pregnant and alone, she knows this cruel life is almost over.

Jeremy has been with The Wanderers for many years, but he’s never pursued a woman. Until Grecia moves into his spare room with her baby girl and her emotional baggage. He’s determined to help her even if she never returns his affection.

When Elias meets Grecia, all he wants is to help ease her pain and make sure she gets a good night’s rest. He doesn’t expect to fall in love with her baby, Amelia. And he certainly doesn’t expect Grecia to bring him to his knees.

Dawson lost his wife and baby to militants. He’s jaded and reluctant to love again. He knows he can’t survive another love loss. But Grecia and her sweet baby worm their way into his heart like they do everyone they encounter.

Grecia will have to battle a lot of demons before she can open herself up to even one man, let alone three. But they’re a package deal and growing on her every day. What if she’s never able to be the sort of woman they deserve?

At the beginning of this book, we meet Jeremy he’s sharing his apartment with Grecia and her newborn Amelia. He wants to help her and she’s very resistant due to her upbringing and the kidnapping that resulted in her pregnancy. She’s exhausted and has mastitis which makes nursing and pumping painful. She needs rest and finally gives in and lets Jeremy help with Amelia.

When Dawson and Elias see how tired Jeremy they sympathize, their situation is different as their roommate Atlas has begun a relationship and they just feel weird since they aren’t part of it and don’t want to be.

When Grecia approaches them at breakfast with Amelia she feels like she’s intruding but slowly comes to realize she’s not. While Dawson leaves quickly, Elias stays and when she comes to the point of finding Jeremy it’s Elias who steps up. She needs someone to watch Amelia while she attends the support group Julie recommended.

It’s in that support group she gets to know Dawson. He walks her home knowing Elias is with Amelia. They would need to talk. He’d also need to talk to Jeremy.

These guys are something else and that night Dawson joins them all at Jeremy’s. They noise in his apartment just became too much.

They all settle in when Grecia has a nightmare, and they join forces to soothe her.

This is a favorite scene.

When she opened the door to step into the main room, she was surprised to find all three men sitting in the living space. They all straightened and turned their attention to her.

She felt self-conscious as she hurried to the fridge to put the bottle inside. When she turned around, she crossed her arms. The nightgown covered her, but she felt oddly exposed. Probably a result of the nightmare still lingering.

Grecia always felt out of sorts for a few days after that particular nightmare. Mostly because it wasn’t a nightmare. It was a reality she’d lived through. Haunting her whenever it pleased.

Jeremy stood and held a blanket up, coming toward her to wrap it around her. “Would you like to sit for a minute or go back to bed?”

She appreciated the gesture and the warmth, so she shuffled over to the open armchair and curled up in the bucket seat, tucking her legs under her. “Thank you. All of you. I feel much better.”

“I changed your sheets. Hopefully you can sleep several more hours,” Jeremy said.

She smiled at him. “I guess Amelia went back to sleep?”

“Like an angel,” Elias confirmed. “Sucked down every drop of milk and nodded off. She’s in her crib. I’ll sleep in there with her tonight in case she wakes up again.”

“You’re all a godsend.”

“We’re just humans helping another human out. It’s what people do,” Dawson said from the other armchair.

She shook her head. “Not most people. Maybe down here in this bunker, but you know good and well that the majority of society above ground has become savage and inhumane.”

Dawson nodded. He knew. He knew things no one should know. He’d been through things no human should face. She’d heard some of his story this morning at the group meeting. It had made her chest seize. She had her own burden to carry, but in some ways, she thought what he’d gone through was worse. Watching another person suffer was harder to bear than one’s own suffering.

Dawson nodded again. “It’s true. It takes time to trust people. I struggled for a long time when I got here. I had nightmares like you. Not the same ones I’m sure, but I woke up screaming more than a few times. It never goes away, but it gets easier.”

“He’s right,” Elias agreed. “We’ve been friends since we were kids. Dawson’s wife…” He drew in a deep breath and stared at his feet before lifting his gaze and looking at Dawson. “Stacy was my friend too. I wasn’t married to her, but I felt her loss deeply. I’m sorry we don’t talk about it enough. It’s hard.”

Dawson smiled at his friend. “I know you miss her too.”

Grecia cleared her throat. “And you had a child?” she asked gently. She got that impression, but she wasn’t sure.

Dawson nodded. “Justin. Cutest baby ever.” He smiled. “Except for Amelia of course.”

Grecia smiled back. It felt weird. Smiling. Unnatural. She didn’t know when she’d last smiled. “I bet he was just as cute.”

“Babies are all cute,” Elias added.

“Truth,” Jeremy agreed. “Except the ugly ones. And no one ever mentions that out loud.”

They all chuckled.

Grecia took another deep breath. Not deep enough though.

Suddenly, without overthinking, she rose and moved toward the sofa where Jeremy and Elias were sitting on opposite ends. She lowered cautiously between them and then leaned to one side, pulling her legs up against Elias’s and setting her cheek on Jeremy’s thigh.

Jeremy set his hand carefully on her shoulder.

Yes. This. Grecia took a deep breath and let it out slowly. It hadn’t been a coincidence. She She really could breathe easier when he was touching her.

Elias set his hand on her ankle over the covers. “Rest, sweetheart.”

She thought she might finally be able to do just that. She closed her eyes and relaxed her muscles. She had a fleeting thought that no one else was going to be able to rest if they had to watch her and also take care of the baby, but all she could focus on was how good it felt to be treated kindly and gently.

It meant the world. It filled a huge void that had never really been filled in her life. She drifted off to the feel of Jeremy’s palm rubbing her shoulder.
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One of the things that worried Grecia was work, she has no real skills. But then again childcare was something she could do. She also finds she can aid a young mother who was having difficulties with her milk coming in for her son.

Of course, not everything stays peaceful, and my emotions really ran the gambit. Laughter, tears, the gentle romancing and the simmer to sizzle all are paced perfectly into the story.

I really can’t wait for another book in this series!

5 Contented Purrs for Becca!

Becca Jameson

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…

By
USA Today Bestselling Author
Becca Jameson

It was supposed to be a vacation, not a mission…

When Grant takes off on a cruise through the Panama Canal with several of his SEAL buddies, the last thing he expects is drama. And he certainly isn’t prepared to find himself in a warzone.

Callie is on a much-needed vacation with her girlfriends. Laughter, partying, drinking—maybe a bit too much drinking that first night. The sexy man who helps her back to her room might be a fun cruise hookup.

When all hell breaks loose, the fun times come to a screeching halt. Apparently, the relaxed, easy-going man she’s been flirting with isn’t quite as average as she believed. But then again, neither is she…

Grant and some of his now retired SEAL buddies have been invited on this Panama Canal cruise by a former Teammate Andrew Buchanan. Andrew is the Security Officer on the ship. More than happy to relax and enjoy this time one of the first orders of business for them would be flirting.

Callie and her best friend Melanie are on vacation for the first time in a long time. Their first night they go to one of the clubs and Callie literally runs into Grant.

This is just one of many favorite scenes.

Trying to ignore the table of testosterone to her right, Callie focused on her friend and discussing their upcoming planned excursions. She was relaxing more with every passing minute. She really should take more vacations. It wasn’t easy in her line of work, but a few weeks a year were more than encouraged.

Halfway through the next drink, she slid from her stool. “Bathroom. Be right back.” She kept her gaze straight ahead, intentionally avoiding the men, even though she could feel their gazes on her as she passed by them.

After using the toilet, she washed her hands, fluffed her hair, and refreshed her lipstick from the tube tucked between her boobs.

Taking a deep breath and smiling at herself, she headed back toward the club. But the moment she came around the corner and stepped into the darker room, she ran right smack into a hard body.

A large hand reached out to steady her, gripping her biceps. “So sorry. I wasn’t paying attention to where I was going.” The deep voice belonged to one of the men from the table next to hers.

Callie looked up, heart racing from the collision. She had to tip her head back pretty far because the man was at least six-three. He had a grimace on his face and was holding up his phone with his free hand. “I should have left this in the room. I was distracted.”

She swallowed. Damn, his voice was fine. So was his body. And his face. He had dark brown hair cut short on the sides, longer on top. His eyes were the sort of green that undoubtedly caused conversations. As his expression switched to a smile, dimples came out through his close-cropped beard.

“Yeah, I’m trying to ignore my phone too. It’s hard. My friend made me flip it over on the table.”

He laughed, the sound vibrating through her entire body since he was still holding her biceps. “How did we become slaves to technology?”

“I guess that’s life these days.” She sighed.

He tucked his phone in the pocket of his black jeans and lifted his hand. “Grant.”

“Caroline. Call me Callie.” She shook his hand and enjoyed every moment of the connection that lasted a bit longer than socially necessary.

In fact, instead of releasing her, he threaded their fingers together. “Since we’re already practically dancing in the entrance, can I convince you to move to the dance floor with me?”

She could say no. You should say no. But she nodded. What the hell? Who cared if she flirted with a sexy man on a cruise ship? What was the worst thing that could happen?

Oh… right. He could be an asshole and she’d be stuck on this ship for eleven days, running into him over and over. She glanced at the table where she’d left Melanie, but Mel wasn’t there. Her next glance was at the dance floor where she spotted her friend dancing. She wasn’t alone. She was with one of the other men from the group. Naturally.

Melanie was a guy magnet. She’d always been able to pick up a man in seconds everywhere the two of them went in college. For one thing, she had amazing tits. That was usually what drew attention to her first.

Following Callie’s gaze, Grant glanced over his shoulder toward the dance floor too. “Your friend is dancing with one of my buddies. I swear we’re all good guys.”

Callie chewed on her bottom lip for a moment and then nodded consent again. “Sure. Let’s dance.”

Keeping her hand clasped in his, Grant led her toward the dance floor. As they passed her table, he reached into his pocket, pulled out his phone, and placed it facedown next to hers. He grinned. “No phones. Just dancing.”

She smiled in return and forced herself to loosen up as she entered the dance floor. Night one and already they’d moved to the flirting portion of this vacation. She just hoped it didn’t go south and end up ruining their trip. It would suck if Mel fell for a man and spent almost no time with Callie. Callie would end up bored to tears.

A glance at Mel, shaking her hips to the music, and Callie knew she needed to make the most out of this. There were most definitely four smoking hot men on this cruise. Perhaps more. Why not enjoy them?

She didn’t need to tell anyone exactly who she was or what she did for a living. She simply needed to cut loose and have some fun. A word she wasn’t accustomed to lately.

Yep. This was going to be an amazing vacation. She insisted. She even winked at Melanie when she caught her eye as she stepped onto the floor with hot guy Grant.
Becca Jameson. Shadow in the Darkness (Kindle Locations 156-191). Becca Jameson Publishing.

The next day is even more interesting as Melanie and his friend Holden have paired up. Melanie sends Grant to check on Callie and there is much amusement in that encounter. It does lead to the agreement of a fun time on this cruise with no strings.

Little did they know that the highlight of this cruise, going through the Panama Canal Locks, would change this from a vacation to a very serious situation.

From the fun and sizzle, to the serious action I couldn’t put this book down.

I can’t wait to read the next book in this multi-author series.

5 Contented Purrs for Becca!

Becca Jameson

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…

By
USA Today Bestselling Author
Becca Jameson

Juliet

For three years I’ve been relying on Aldric.
After my parents died, he swooped in to take care of me.
It’s not fair to him. I know I’m holding him back.
I’m a ballerina, but only in private.
I’m also Little…but only in private.
My fantasy of Aldric being the Daddy I crave is just that, a fantasy.
What if I admit what I really want and I lose him?

Aldric

With our age difference, I know we have an unconventional relationship.
There’s no place I’d rather be than with Juliet.
She’s my Little, even if she doesn’t realize it.
We live together. I take care of everything for her while she grieves.
If this is all I ever get with Juliet, I will take it.
She’s mine even though I’ve never told her.
I could take a risk and ask for more, but what if I lose her?

We met Juliet and Aldric at the end of Building Trust, Aldric is giving dance lessons at Blossom Ridge and already it’s a huge success with the girls. Juliet accompanied him for that first lesson and was immediately drawn to the group as they were discussing the naughtiest things they do for attention. Aldric notices since she rarely goes out in public and for her to engage with these women was totally out of the norm.

He’s also encouraged, he’s a Daddy and for years he’s been taking care of Juliet. In his own mind he’s her Daddy yet he’s not. He moved in to help her after her parents died and he has no desire to leave her. He just doesn’t want to scare her away.

That evening after they’ve eaten dinner, they have an interesting discussion about what happened that day.

This is a favorite scene.

I met Aldric soon after we moved here. He was twenty-two. My parents hired him to teach classes. I thought he was the most gorgeous man I’d ever seen. I’m pretty sure I fell in love with him when I was five. Most people would probably think that’s crazy, but since I’ve never told a soul…

During my childhood, Aldric came and went many times. He was a dancer, after all. He went to New York for a few years and later Los Angeles. But he always came back, and my heart always seized when he did.

“Juliet…”

I flinch as he interrupts my thoughts. “Did you know?” I clear my voice. “Did you know those women were, uh… Little?”

The moment the word comes out of my mouth, I wish I could take it back. I’ve revealed too much, and I know it immediately when his brows rise high. “I did. How do you know that term, honey?” His voice is gentle. His hand stiffens on my cheek.

My face heats. I shrug. “Internet.”

He narrows his gaze. “Research?”

“Or whatever. That’s not important.” I wave a hand between us and slide down from my stool on the opposite side. For once, I need some space. That’s rare. Usually, I prefer there be no space between us and I relish the times he’s this close to me.

I snag my plate and take it to the sink.

Aldric follows me, removes it from my hand, and sets it on the counter. “Juliet…”

I spin around, intent on fleeing this room and this conversation. “Shit,” I mutter under my breath.

“Juliet?” His voice is higher. “You’re just going to cuss and walk away?” He’s following me. Shit shit shit.

I hurry down the hall and into my bedroom. When I start to close the door, he sets his hand on it and prevents me from hiding.

“I’m tired, Aldric.”

“No, you’re not. You’re embarrassed. And I don’t want you to be. I want you to talk to me.”

I turn and head for my attached bath and step inside, hoping to at least put some space between us. I’m not going to be able to hide from him. It won’t do me any good to shut the door. It would be childish. But at least I can busy myself in front of the mirror.

So, I take the band out of my braid and proceed to unravel it, knowing I can stand here and brush through the length for a while to avoid facing him.

I’m more than aware of Aldric taking a seat on my bed. He’s not going away. I have mixed feelings about this new development. Usually, I like it when he’s close. He rarely comes into my bedroom. But tonight I’m beyond flustered.

After a few minutes, Aldric speaks again. “Talk to me, honey. I’m not leaving. We’re past overdue for a serious conversation.”

I put my brush down and turn toward him, leaning in the doorway. “We’re not. We’re fine. Can you please just forget you overheard me and drop this subject entirely?” It’s been a long time since I’ve been this unnerved.

I know it’s wrong of me to behave the way I do. On so many levels. I’m keeping Aldric from having a normal life while he continues to live here with me. It’s unconventional. I’m sure people talk about us or at least wonder about us. Hell, most people probably assume we’re a couple.

Ha.

I wish.

I’m equally certain the idea has never crossed Aldric’s mind. He’s my… guardian. He sees himself as my caretaker. When my parents died, he moved into my home to take care of me.

It’s not his fault I’ve always fantasized I’m living a different life with him. It’s certainly not his fault I’m still secretly drooling over him at twenty-three and have spent years doing so. He doesn’t even know it.

I don’t know why he stays. I’m a disaster. Sure, he was meant to be my guardian. If I’d been a child, he would have raised me. But I wasn’t a child when they died. I was an adult. I should have been able to pull myself together after a few days or weeks and let him go.

I didn’t. On purpose. I’ve never pulled myself together. Not just because I don’t want Aldric to leave but also because I haven’t faced what happened to my parents. We both know it. We just don’t discuss it.

“No. We’re going to talk,” he insists. He looks around my room slowly. “You never let me update your bedroom. I’ve asked many times. Why?”

This change of subject surprises me, but then I glance around, following his gaze and groan. “I’ve told you. My mother decorated it. It’s got sentimental value. I don’t want to change it.”

This is true. Partly. My mother dreamed of this princess haven and my father made it happen. Pink frilly everything. Bedding, curtains, rugs. Even a vanity table with a pink ruffled skirt. There’s a ballerina lamp and a music box. My pillows are fluffy and pink.

Aldric clears his throat. “Why have you been researching age play, Juliet?”

“Why do you know about it?” I toss back, rather proud of myself.

“I’ve known I’m a Daddy since before you could read, honey. It’s in my blood. Answer my question.” He looks me dead in the eye while he tells me this, never wavering.

I gasp, mostly because I’m shocked. All this time…

We’re treading in uncharted territory here. I think I’m going to faint. I’ve always assumed Aldric took care of me the way he does because I work hard to make it seem like I’m incapable of doing so myself. I’ve always thought he stayed with me out of obligation to my parents.

I lick my lips. My mind is spinning in ten directions.

“Are you a Little, Juliet?” he asks.

I shrug, glancing down. I don’t know how to respond. Part of me is elated. I’ve been pretending he’s a Daddy for years. Pretending he’s my Daddy in fact.

He draws in a deep breath. “It makes sense. I should have known. I’ve even considered it many times, but I wasn’t sure.”

It’s not like there wasn’t a billboard. I’m as Little as they come. I’ve read every book and researched every possible site in existence. I’ve never encountered anyone who’s as Little as me. The only reason it hasn’t ever sent me into a full panic is because I’m aware I’m in good company. I’m not the only Little in the world. There are tons of women like me. Women who prefer to be nurtured and cared for. Women who don’t want to be adults.

What I didn’t know was that Blossom Ridge was a resort for age play. I didn’t realize until Aldric took me there today that everyone taking his class would be my age or older living in an age-play relationship. I was stunned and spent the entire class sitting in the corner of the room pretending to read while secretly soaking in the atmosphere.

My heart was racing the entire hour. It was supposed to be two hours, but during the break, the women in the class ended up in a heated discussion about who was the naughtiest. I was drawn to them like a magnet.

Aldric is right. It’s not like me to enter into a conversation with virtual strangers. I never do that. But the more they talked, the more I wanted to belong. To fit in with other people for the first time in my life. I felt safe. And I shared something incredibly personal. The fact that I dance when I’m alone and don’t tell Aldric.

It was out of context of course. He’s not my Daddy. But they didn’t know that. In fact, I’m sure they assumed he is my Daddy.

Also shocking was the way Aldric worked with them. He taught the modern dance class as if it were a room full of actual children. He spoke to them like a Daddy would. I sat stunned, pretending not to pay attention. Soaking it all in.

I swallow and meet Aldric’s gaze, crossing my arms to hug myself. I’m wearing a leotard, mostly because I’m often wearing a leotard. I was raised wearing them. I own dozens. They’re comfortable. Most days I either wear a pink leo with soft pink sweats over it or a simple tank top and spandex shorts.

I’m petite and well aware I have a dancer’s body. Lean and small. Unfortunately, I’m also a bit on the shorter end of most ballerinas. Unfortunately for my parents, that is. Not for me. I never wanted to be a ballerina.

I love dance. It’s in my blood. I’ve lived in a dancing world my entire life. I can feel the beat and the music all the way to my bones. That’s not the problem. What I hate is performing. I never had a taste for being on stage. I don’t like people to watch me. This is why I dance alone.

“How long have you known you were Little, honey?” Aldric asks gently.

I lower my gaze and drag my toe over the hardwood floor, stalling. “I don’t know. A while,” I murmur.

“Does it embarrass you?”

I jerk my gaze to his. “Of course it does.”

“Why? It shouldn’t. It’s a lifestyle preference, honey. No reason to be embarrassed. I should have confronted you sooner. I’m sorry.”
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While Juliet definitely wants Aldric to be her Daddy, she also knows he wants her to grow a bit more independent.

This book shows that slow steady growth as an individual as well as the relationship that has been sitting dormant for a very long time.

There’s laughter, tears and so much more within these pages, including some sizzle. I look forward to the next book in this series.

5 Contented Purrs for Becca!

Becca Jameson

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…

By
USA Today Bestselling Author
Becca Jameson

Letting a man flirt with her at a bar is a huge boost to her ego, but what if he wants more?

Elaina’s been raising her son alone for ten years. She’s cautious about dating and even more cautious about introducing someone to her son.

Ty has earned the nickname Flirt with the SEAL team. He can woo any woman easily, especially on karaoke night, which works out perfectly when he spots the brown-eyed girl sitting at the bar.

Their lives are too complicated. She’s ten years older than him. She can’t have more kids. She also can’t seem to stay away from him.

Ty is whole package. He’s an amazing brother, uncle, and boyfriend. It doesn’t hurt that he also rocks her world in the bedroom. He’s impossible to deny.

When his sister’s ex shows up in town with a grudge, their relationship is put to the test. Ty can’t protect everyone every second of every day. But can he be there when it really counts?

NOTE:
Hot SEAL, Brown-Eyed Girl is part of the SEALs in Paradise series. Each book stands alone, and they can be read in any order.

Ty Hogan’s nickname with his Team is Flirt since he is a notorious one. He likes nothing more than Karaoke, flirting and dancing for a fun night at McP’s. At the moment he has a cast on his arm not from a mission but a clumsy fall at home. His team is wondering how he’ll explain it, the truth or a made-up combat version. He’s chosen Brown-Eyed Girl for his song and seeing a gorgeous brunette at the bar has dark eyes makes that a perfect choice.

Elena is enjoying a glass of wine at the bar when Ty goes up to sing. He directs the song to her which she finds flattering. She knows he’s heading for her afterwards, but she’s not going to be a notch in any SEAL’s bedpost. Most of them are far too young for her anyway. It should be a fun conversation though.

It turns out to be a fun night of conversation and dancing, one Elena knows won’t be repeated.

Elena knew at some point he’d be coming to her office for Physical Therapy, she just hoped he’d be assigned to someone else. As it turns out he was, but she called in sick, leaving Elena to cover all her patients.

Their first date was going very well, when she gets a text from her son Jamie, but Ty doesn’t know about her son at this point and thinks it’s her bailout. I got such a kick out of his next therapy appointment when he realizes she didn’t bail on him, she didn’t know what the term meant. They set up a date for Saturday since he had something planned with his nephew on Friday. This is where things start to get interesting.

This is a favorite scene.

He parked outside the middle school and headed inside in search of the gymnasium. As he rounded the corner, the kids appeared to be finishing up. They were gathering their belongings and heading toward the scattering of parents waiting near the door.

When Theo spotted Ty, his face lit up and he rushed across the room. “Uncle Ty,” he exclaimed. “Are we still going for ice cream? Can we go to the arcade instead? I think they have ice cream there if you want ice cream. One of my friends is going to the arcade. His mom is taking him. Can we go there too?”

Ty ruffed up his nephew’s hair, laughing. “Slow down. I barely followed all of that.”

Another boy approached, and Theo spun around. “This is my friend Jamie. The one I was telling you about. Can we go to the arcade instead? Can we?”

Jamie… Where have I heard that name?
“Mom,” Jamie shouted, glancing past them.

Ty turned around. His knees nearly gave out. He blinked several times as he processed the fact that Elaina was walking toward him.

She came to a complete halt when she made eye contact with him. Her cheeks turned beet red. She glanced at the boys and then back at Ty. “Theo is your nephew?”

“Jamie is… your son?”

Neither of them bothered to nod. They just stared at each other. Ty had no idea what to do or how to respond. He was processing this information.

Elaina licked her lips. “I guess the Beth you spoke to on the phone in my office was Bethany, your sister.”

Theo tugged on Ty’s right arm. “Do you know Jamie’s mom?”

“She’s my physical therapist,” he responded, rather proud of himself for thinking fast on his feet. Elaina’s eyes were wide, so he guessed she didn’t want him to say more than that in front of her kid. She also visibly relaxed after he spoke.

“Mom, can Theo go with us to the arcade?” Jamie asked.

Elaina was still staring at Ty. He was also still staring at her.

“Um, yes. Of course. If it’s okay with his uncle.”

“Uncle Ty, can we? Please?”

Ty held Elaina’s gaze, trying to read her. This was beyond awkward. It didn’t have to be though. Ten thousand thoughts went through his head at once. He’d basically been on one date with Elaina. She didn’t have to tell him she had a son on their first date. No one would. He couldn’t blame her for that.

Elaina shifted her attention to her son. “Why don’t you boys wait outside and let me talk to Ty for a moment?”

“Okay,” the boys said at the same time before they took off toward the door to the gymnasium, a lively banter between them indicating they had no clue there was anything awkward happening between the two adults.

Elaina stepped closer. “I’m sorry.”

Ty closed the rest of the distance. “For what? No need to be sorry. Tell me if you want us to go with you to the arcade or not. I can tell Theo tonight’s not a good night if you’re uncomfortable. I don’t want to infringe on your time with your son.”

She shook her head. “You’re not. It’s fine. I just don’t want you to feel obligated. I know this is… weird.”

“Not weird at all.” It’s super weird, but I’m not going to let it be.

She finally smiled and then laughed. “Don’t lie. This couldn’t be weirder.”

“Okay. You’re right, but we’ll get over it. Let’s go play some arcade games.”

“You’re sure?” She was grinning wider now.

“Positive.” He wanted to touch her, at least her cheek. But he didn’t dare. That would be inappropriate in the middle of the gymnasium in front of all the other parents. She probably knew most of them. Instead, he nodded toward the door. “Meet you there?”

“Yes. And, Ty…”

He paused to smile at her.

“Thank you.”

Ty followed her out the door. “So, can we go?” Theo asked the second they stepped outside.

“Yep. Let’s hit the arcade.”
Becca Jameson. Hot SEAL, Brown-Eyed Girl (Kindle Locations 464-498). Becca Jameson Publishing.

Ty realizes her not telling him about her son was for good reasons and really couldn’t blame her. It also opened up a new aspect to her friendship with his sister Beth.

Things start to heat up from here in more than one way.

I love that Ty takes all this in stride and is there for both Elaina and Beth and their sons.

This is a fun, flirty read with some action and lots of sizzle.

5 Contented Purrs for Becca!

Becca Jameson

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…

By
USA Today Bestselling Author
Becca Jameson

Stella

For the first time in my life, I’m dating a man who rocks my world.
He gives me exactly what I need at the club.
And he’s amazing in bed.
The only problem is this can’t last. We’re too different.
He’s a Daddy. I’m not a Little.
I haven’t even told my friends who he is.
No one knows about us.
I like it that way so when it ends, it won’t be as hard.

Walker

For three months I’ve been dating the perfect woman.
I know she thinks we’re not compatible, but she’s wrong.
I give her what she needs when we’re at Surrender.
She gives me what I need when we’re at home.
It’s just that she hasn’t realized it.
At some point I’m going to have to tell her.
I know she’ll panic, but she’s got a Little side.
She can’t see it yet, but she’s mine. Forever.

Stella has her successful cafe, and she has recommended a couple of her employees to Blossom Ridge. One her former Chef Amy is now head chef and the other Brea who was head housekeeper there. Both of these women found their perfect relationship with Daddy Doms. The thing is Stella isn’t a little she knows and respects that relationship but she’s more into impact play. She’s even kept this relationship secret from her best friend Amy, that changes in a surprising way on a phone call. A call that has Stella rethinking everything.

A few months ago she started dating Walker, he’s a Daddy Dom and she knows it really can’t go further since she’s convinced she’s not a little. The problem is she really doesn’t want this relationship to end. They seem to fit perfectly except for that one undeniable truth.

Walker wants forever with Stella, he sees a side of her she doesn’t. He’s been ‘Daddying’ her from the beginning and maybe it’s time to renegotiate their relationship.

They have a dinner date and dinner ends a bit early as the discussion turns into a deeper conversation. They go to Walker’s home and continue the revelations there.

This is part of that conversation and a favorite scene.

I need to force myself to take this discussion in another direction while we’re renegotiating. “I’m holding you back,” I point out.

He narrows his gaze. “How are you holding me back?”

“Because you haven’t dominated anyone the way you prefer since you started seeing me.” I wince. “At least I assume you haven’t. Maybe I’m wrong.”

Both brows lift high on his head. “I’m not seeing anyone else, if that’s what you’re insinuating. I know we didn’t specifically discuss exclusivity, but I just assumed… Are you dating other people?”

I shake my head. “No. Of course not. I wouldn’t be sleeping with you if I were also dating other men.”

“Me neither.” He grins. “Or women.” I appreciate the way he can keep things light during this intense discussion.

I cup his face. “Let’s not ignore the obvious. You’re a Daddy. I’m not a Little. We can’t keep this up forever. That’s half the reason why I don’t like to talk about us with Amy or any of my other friends. It feels like we live in an odd box that’s made of very thin paper. One of these days there will be a tear and it will all fall apart.”

Walker’s expression is serious, but I continue. “I guess I feel like we’re just playing. It’s not real. As long as I don’t speak of it, I can keep playing in this pretend world where I’m dating this amazingly hot guy who checks off all my boxes and rocks my world in bed. I do all of that while ignoring the fact that you go out of your way to meet my needs and I do nothing to meet yours.”

He shakes his head. “That’s not true.”

“Isn’t it though? You’re not the kind of sadist you force yourself to be so that I get my masochist needs fulfilled about once a week. Do you see me bending over backward to return the favor and submit to you in the way you need?” Now that I’ve said it out loud, it seems even more obvious this isn’t going to work.

“Have I complained?”

I sigh. “No, but that doesn’t mean you aren’t frustrated and close to the breaking point.” I meet his gaze head-on again. “At first I worried you thought you could change me, but it’s been three months, and you’ve never once insinuated you could turn me into someone I’m not.”

He grabs my hand again, pulls it away from his face, and squeezes. “Being a Daddy Dom can look like a whole lot of different things. It’s not always what you picture from watching your friends. Lucy, Leah, Amy, Brea… they have a very specific arrangement with their Daddies. They live in a more permanent role in which their every move is submissive.”

I nod. He’s not telling me something I don’t know.

“Some people have a Daddy/ Little relationship without ever using the words Daddy or Little. Lots of couples do. A lot of D/ s relationships could easily be more Daddy/ Little with a slight tweak of the vocabulary.”

I tip my head to one side. “And?”

He leans forward and kisses me gently before speaking. “I get what I need from our relationship just fine. We just don’t use the terminology that makes you uncomfortable.”

It’s my turn to lift both brows. “How’s that?” I’m almost afraid to hear his answer.

“You’re exhausted after work sometimes, Stella. Emotionally and physically. You often let me take over when I pick you up. Did you not realize it?”

I guess not. I shake my head slowly.

“About half the time we go out, you defer to me. When we stay home at either your place or mine, you nearly always submit to me.”

“I do?”

He chuckles. “Yes, sweetheart. You do. I make suggestions and gently guide you and you follow. Remember last week after your main refrigerator at work broke down and you spent the entire day stressing until it was fixed?”

I nod.

“I picked you up, brought you back here, settled you right here in the corner of the sectional. I took off your shoes, massaged your feet, cooked you comfort food, and held you while we watched some cheesy rom-com before carrying you to my bed and tucking you in.” He lifts his brow.

I wince. All of that happened.

“If you don’t think I got my Daddy fix, you’re sadly mistaken.”

“Wow.”

He grins.

“I never looked at it that way. I just thought you were kind.”

He chuckles. “I am kind, sweetie. It’s all part of my Daddy persona. I love when you let me pamper you. I jump at the chance to see you on the nights when you’re the most frazzled and exhausted because then I get to take care of you and you get to rest.”

I stare at him. Shit. He does Daddy me. How did I never notice?

“You look like you’re about to panic.”

I shake my head. “I’m just thinking back on all the times you came to my rescue. I feel like I took advantage of you.”

He shakes his head. “Never. Taking care of you fills my soul. It’s my favorite thing to do.
Becca Jameson. Building Trust (Kindle Locations 381-422). Becca Jameson Publishing.

This is just the beginning as Stella realizes she really does have Little tendancies. She’s questioning a lot and getting answers becomes a priority. It also means open and honest conversation with not only Walker but also Amy.

Walker consults with his best friend Nico who is Brea’s Daddy Dom. From this point it’s all about testing the waters.

I loved the growth of both Walker and Stella, they had lots of obstacles to overcome and it’s both challenging and satisfying for both.

We see characters from the other books in this series so far as well as Roman and Lucy who are the owners of Blossom Ridge. It’s good to see all of them still in love and thriving in their relationships.

There are ups and downs and plenty of kindle melting heat as this relationship blossoms into something that is defined by them and fits their lives.

5 Contented Purrs for Becca!

Becca Jameson

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…