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A New Series! Caleb’s Mate – Canyon Springs Book 1 by Becca Jameson


Caleb’s Mate
Canyon Springs Book 1
By
Becca Jameson

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The small town of Canyon Springs, Colorado, is filled with warm, welcoming people and breathtaking views. Is that why visitors often decide to stay for the rest of their lives? Or is it something else?

Elena isn’t worried about spending a week in Canyon Springs settling her aunt’s estate. She’s never bought into the notion that shifters can somehow lure people into their dens and brainwash them into staying in town. That’s got to be a myth.

She and her twin sister never met this estranged aunt, so they aren’t exactly in mourning. Elena intends to spend the week reconnecting with her sister. Hopefully, she’ll find the spine to tell her sister what a failure her career has been.

But what if the lore is true? In an unexpected twist, Elena finds herself instantly falling for Caleb, the sexy wolf shifter who approaches her on her first night in town. She can fight the pull. She can deny the illogical facts. But in the end, does it really matter why the heart chooses who to love?

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Elena and Layla are twins, they both received letters from their great aunt’s attorneys requesting them to come to Canyon Springs to settle her estate. It seems that in spite of the fact she and their grandmother were estranged, the woman left everything to the two of them.

For Elena going to Canyon Springs would be a financial hardship, but if the house is worth anything it could relieve some of her problems for a while at least. Layla on the other hand appears to be doing much better than her twin, although neither of them talk much anymore. Layla is an aspiring actress and lives in LA. With Elena in Chicago they haven’t seen each other in a long time. A trip to Canyon Springs seems just the thing to reconnect and have some fun together.

Caleb and Hunter apparently have scented their mates, at different places and times. A photo that Caleb managed to get from the parking lot of the grocery store starts a throw down at the only bar in town. That is until they scent their mates and see the twins.

Layla had convinced Elena they should go out that first night to relax and get a feel for the town. She also might have mentioned getting lucky with a shifter.

This is a favorite scene.

“They’re on the dance floor,” Caleb told her, his mouth seemingly much closer to her ear than she’d expected.

She looked back at him, catching him exploring her features. Still above the neck however. His gaze traveled all over her face. Studying her. Memorizing her?

She shivered.

He smiled. “Sorry. I’m making you uncomfortable.”

She shook her head. “You don’t have to entertain me, you know. I’m a big girl. Layla dances with everyone. I’m used to it. I’m pretty sure she dragged me here tonight hoping to meet your friend. Apparently she saw him jogging. That doesn’t mean you should feel obligated to talk to me.” She was rambling, but she couldn’t stop herself. Thoughts were running rampant through her mind. “I’m not a very good conversationalist. I mean, I suck at it.”

He was grinning at her, not making fun of her but amused.

“Sorry. I’ll shut up now. I’m just saying… If you’d rather… I mean, my sister and I may look alike, but she’s the outgoing one. I’m the awkward one.”

Caleb reached up with his free hand and fingered a lock of her hair before tucking it behind her ear. “Maybe I’m the awkward one,” he suggested with the lift of a brow.

She flinched and then let out an unladylike snort. “You can’t even begin to out-awkward me. All I’ve done so far is ramble.”

“I find I like your rambling. Your voice is lyrical.”

My voice is lyrical? What the hell does that mean?

Elena narrowed her gaze at him. “Look, if you’re trying to hit on me, I’m not good at that either. Again, I may look like Layla—”

Caleb shook his head. “Stop comparing yourself to your sister. I’m not.”

“Wait… How did your friend know which one of us was the one he saw jogging?”

Caleb grinned. “You smell different.”

Her eyes went wide. “What?”

He shrugged. “You already ascertained we are shifters. How much do you know about shifters?”

Not enough apparently. She shook her head. “Nothing.”

He chuckled and then lowered her hand from his chest to the table as he pulled another stool from under the table and took a seat. He set his forearm on the table, squaring himself with her. “No seriously. Tell me what you think you know. I love hearing what the outside world thinks of us. Am I the first shifter you’ve met?”

“Yes.” She cringed, feeling as though she’d insulted him.

He chuckled again. “I’m not judging you. I’m just curious. What’s the latest gossip?”

She licked her lips. Should she tell this stranger all the probably incorrect misconceptions she had? What could it hurt? It wasn’t like she was ever going to see him again. Might as well humor him with her ignorance. “Let’s see… Well, you should know that most of my information came from my grandmother.”

He cocked his head to one side. “Your grandmother?”

“Yep. She died last year from a stroke, but she raised me and my sister, and she dedicated far more time than I would have liked grumbling about shifters.” Elena sat straighter and shook her head. “Not to imply she influenced us. She didn’t. Layla and I are not judgmental. Toward anyone. I just mean Grandma Mable tried to instill her bigotry in us.” Why was she telling this stranger her life story?

“Go on. This is interesting.” He wasn’t making fun of her. He genuinely wanted to know.

“Okay.” She eyed him suspiciously, making sure he wasn’t pulling her leg. “Did you know Marge Keller?”

His face changed to a mixture of shock and surprise and concern and humor and uncertainty. Good grief. That wasn’t even possible. She probably imagined it. “Of course,” he responded reverently. “Everyone knew Marge.”

“Well, she was my great aunt. My grandmother’s identical twin.”

He nodded. “She was a great woman. How have I never met you before?”

“I’ve never been here. My grandmother and her sister had a disagreement in 1964 and never spoke to each other again.”

Caleb nodded, his brow furrowed. “I knew that. They fought over shifters. Your grandmother didn’t approve.”

Elena was shocked. Did everyone in town know their story?

Caleb shrugged. “Sorry. It’s a small town. Most of us are all up in everyone else’s business. If I remember correctly, Marge came through Canyon Springs right after she finished college, met Josiah Keller, and never left.”

“Yep.” It was weird that this man in front of her knew her family’s story. Hell, he probably knew far more than she did. “My grandmother didn’t think regular humans— as she referred to us— should mix with shifters. She took that stubborn belief to the grave.”

“That’s so sad.”

“It is. Grandma was incensed. She never let Layla and I visit Canyon Springs because she believed shifters had some magical ability to lure human women into their lives and never let them go.” Elena smiled to lighten the conversation.

Caleb started laughing. He even tipped his head back, the room filling with the gorgeous sound of his voice.

Part of Elena wished he would never stop laughing. She loved the timber. On the other hand, she was also a little embarrassed. Of course her grandmother’s theory was preposterous, but was he making fun of her? She jerked her hand out from under his, breaking the contact for the first time. “I didn’t say it was logical,” she murmured. “I was just answering your question. You asked.”

He stopped laughing and wiped his eyes with one finger before sobering and meeting her gaze again. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to react so strongly. I’ve heard it all before. It just sounded so… serious coming from you.”

She tugged her open pink blouse over her black shell and crossed her arms. “I didn’t say I believed any of that.”

He shrugged, his expression returning to earlier. Softer. Caring. “Why not? Maybe it’s true?” Was he teasing her?

She didn’t ask. Of course he was teasing.

He set his hand on the table, palm up. “Please. Forgive me. I’ll remember not to be so callous in the future. You’re… a sensitive being.”

She glanced down at his open palm. He wanted her hand back? This entire thing was absurdly intimate, considering she’d never met him before. Nevertheless, she felt drawn to him, and she finally relaxed her stance, dropped her arms, and set her hand in his as if he’d commanded her to. He hadn’t said a single word, but he’d gotten what he wanted.

Maybe he wasn’t kidding. Maybe he did have the power to control her.
Becca Jameson. Caleb’s Mate: Canyon Springs, Book One (Kindle Locations 448-502). Becca Jameson Publishing.

Caleb wanting to get to know the woman he knows is his mate leaves out a few pertinent facts. Like He and Hunter are their grandmother’s attorneys. Although that puts a bit of a damper on things, it doesn’t last long.

The discovery of letters returned from their grandmother, unopened, gives some insight into their feud. The relationship with Caleb heats up quickly although he holds back. He knows the consequences and Elena must be sure of her feelings before they go too far.

So much fun, discovery and sizzle that doesn’t stop once it starts.

I can’t wait to read Hunter’s Mate which is Layla’s side of this tale.

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After editing for about five years she recently started writing. She is loving the journey, dabbling in various genres.

When not writing or editing she can usually be found taxiing kids to and from their activities, scrapbooking, and reading!

Late at night she can usually be found sequestered in her office creating fantasy with a glass of red wine and a bar of dark chocolate.


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Hot SEAL, Cold Feet – SEALs in Paradise Wedding Edition Book 4 By Becca Jameson


Hot SEAL, Cold Feet
SEALs In Paradise Wedding Edition Book 4
By
USA Today Bestselling Author
Becca Jameson

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He’s a former Navy SEAL in financial straits.
She’s a bar owner in need of a bouncer.
Perfect, right?
Hardly.

When Jodi finds out her new bouncer is none other than Tucker, the man currently starring on a reality television show, she isn’t happy. She doesn’t want the publicity. Plus, she thinks he’s a fool. Who marries a stranger on television for money?Tucker isn’t happy either. He’s in over his head in a farce of a marriage, but he needs the money the network is paying him. It’s nobody’s business why he’s working a night job in a bar at the same time.

Too bad the heat between them is incendiary. Hooking up is a huge mistake for them both, but some risks are worth it..

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At the end of the last book ‘Hot SEAL, Runaway Bride’ we meet Tucker who saves the day for Nick as far as the reality show goes. Tucker needs the money and even after marrying Katia, he agrees to an additional sum to stay married for 90 days. Now as he’s counting down the days, he gets a job as a bouncer to help find the person dealing drugs in the bar.

Jodi and her father own Bridgman’s Bar, and she’s not at all happy with her father’s new hire. She doesn’t want the publicity that will follow Tucker around.

Tucker wants this job to get away from Katia, they are a marriage in name only made more difficult by the constant streaming of video in their apartment. Between the scripted dialog, the arguments and the conditions of the contract, Tucker is going out of his mind.

This is a favorite scene.

In any case, he didn’t like the way she was dismissing him as if he were nothing more than dog shit on the bottom of her shoe. He half expected her to shake off her tennis shoe and shudder, backing up a pace. He wanted to tell her to mind her own business and fuck off, but he bit his tongue instead. He needed this job. If she blew it for him with her judgmental attitude, he was going to be seriously pissed.

He gritted his teeth, trying to decide how he wanted to handle this situation.

Before he could think how to explain his predicament to Bill, Jodi continued, her head still cocked toward her father. “Tucker here is on that ridiculous reality television show filmed at that beach house. You know the one, Dad. Cold Feet.”

Bill shook his head. “Never heard of it.” He glanced toward Tuck, one half of his mouth lifted in a grin. “Is that true? You one of those Hollywood stars trying to get your big break?”

Tuck shook his head. “No, Sir. Not even close. I—”

He didn’t get to finish that sentence because Jodi interrupted. “He married this crazy, whiny woman on the show, Dad. And now he’s raking in the money because social media is eating this up. They even extended the stupid show to continue following his train wreck of a marriage to the star of the show, Katia. I’m not sure which one of them is more deranged.” She shifted her gaze to Tuck, tipping her head down again and staring at him, challenging him to refute her explanation.

He couldn’t, of course. For one thing, he was under contract with the network. For another thing, nothing Jodi had stated was inaccurate. Oh, wait, except the part about him raking in money. If he were, he wouldn’t be standing here today trying to get a job he desperately needed doing something he was far overqualified to do.

Bill slapped his hand on his thigh and chuckled, apparently amused. “Well, I’ll be. We’ve got us a star working here.” He sobered slightly as his eyes drew closer. “Your show gonna affect your work here, son?”

“No, sir.” Tuck was bewildered by the man’s apparent lack of concern where it came to Cold Feet. “Contrary to your daughter’s belief, I’m not making a significant amount of money to appear on the show, and I need this job.” He shot her a glare this time, daring her to continue arguing.

Too bad she was so cute. Jodi Bridgman was the kind of woman who hid her beauty under baggy T-shirts and a sharp tongue. Even though she was probably breathtaking when she let her hair down and lost the chip on her shoulder, he doubted many people had ever seen that side of her.

There were a few seconds of silence, during which Tuck feared Bill might change his mind and send Tuck out the door, and then Bill’s phone buzzed in his pocket and the older man extracted it, fumbling for a moment to swipe the screen. “I need to take this,” he apologized. As he stepped away, heading toward the door Jodi had presumably come from, he looked at his daughter. “Please continue showing Tucker around the bar. He starts tonight.”

Great. Just great.

Jodi sighed, her shoulders falling. “So which is it then?” “Which is what?” Tuck braced himself for whatever she was going to say next, knowing it was going to be good.

“Either you’re certifiable for being on that show, or you’re making a shit ton of money doing it. It has to be one or the other. Neither explains what you’re doing here in my family’s bar looking for work. We’re barely holding our heads above water here, and you look expensive.” She grazed her eyes up and down his body. The only thing she did not do was cross her arms.

What the fuck did she mean when she said he looked expensive? Tuck met her gaze. “Honestly, Ms. Bridgman, it’s none of your business how much money I make or why I want this job. If you really intend to judge me from what you’ve seen on television or read on social media, I can’t stop you. Or… you could set aside your preconceived notions and look at the facts.”

She continued to stare at him. “And what would those facts be?”

“I’m a Navy SEAL who served two tours. I was based near here in Coronado. One of my specialties was infiltrating behind the enemy lines to ensure who my target was before taking him out. You,” he pointed at her in particular, “have a serious problem that could cause you to lose this bar. You need to find out who’s dealing under the table here. I’m the man for the job. But if you’re so worried about what I do off the clock, I’ll leave now.”

Several seconds ticked by before Jodi inhaled long and slow. “I don’t want to trade one problem for another. You can’t bring cameras in here. This is my family’s bar. I won’t have it become part of some ridiculous reality TV show.”

Tuck decided it was his turn to narrow his eyes at her. “For someone who thinks Cold Feet is the dumbest show ever to air on television, you sure do know a lot about it. Were you watching the latest episode in the back before I got here, or do you enjoy the livestream from my apartment?” He snapped his fingers. “Oh, shit. That’s right. The livestreaming isn’t very interesting right now since I’m currently here.”

Suddenly, Jodi’s entire demeanor changed. She grinned, and then she started laughing. When she finally managed to pull herself back together, she asked, “Are you at least going to explain to me why a chiseled, sexy hunk of man who recently left the SEALs with brains and wit is starring as the groom on a stupid reality show?”

He jerked back a few inches. Shocked. It took him a moment to respond. The hard-nosed woman who’d entered this room with her fists raised to fight him was now soft and teasing and cute. The dimples on her cheeks made her seem almost human. Her eyes were dancing with humor.

Another lock of curls fell across her cheek, and he watched as she tried futilely to tuck the hair behind her ear. Part of him was mesmerized by her transformation and wanted to reach out and brush those curls off her cheek himself. He wondered if her hair was as soft as it looked.
Becca Jameson. Hot SEAL, Cold Feet: SEALs in Paradise (Kindle Locations 85-132). Becca Jameson Publishing.

The arguments with Katia, the growing romance between Tucker and Jodi, and the involvement with the show make for lots of amusement and angst. The investigation into the drugs suspenseful, and intriguing. However it’s the conclusion of the show that surprised me the most.

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

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After editing for about five years she recently started writing. She is loving the journey, dabbling in various genres.

When not writing or editing she can usually be found taxiing kids to and from their activities, scrapbooking, and reading!

Late at night she can usually be found sequestered in her office creating fantasy with a glass of red wine and a bar of dark chocolate.


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Tempting Elizabeth – Club Zodiac Book 9 By Becca Jameson


Tempting Elizabeth
Club Zodiac Book 9
By
Becca Jameson

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Sometimes a fresh start doesn’t look
like anything you imagined…

Elizabeth is starting over. New city. New job. New club. Miami is the perfect choice. Warm year round. Gorgeous beaches. Plenty of opportunities. It all seems perfect until she spots Flynn at Zodiac, the club she just joined. The one man she never wanted to see again. Miami isn’t big enough for the two of them.

Flynn moved to Miami to take over his family’s restaurant. He loves being back in his home town. He’s living his best life. Until he spots Elizabeth at Zodiac. He used to work with her. Infuriating woman. Seeing her brings back all the pent-up stress and anger he felt every day sharing an office with her.

The tension between them could start a fire, but a chance encounter causes Flynn to see her in a new light. Elizabeth isn’t interested in anything he has to offer though, nor is she willing to listen to reason. Convincing her to give him a chance is like eating soup with a fork.

But someone is following her, and it makes Flynn nervous. Why does she feel the need to stubbornly control everything? There’s something about her that makes Flynn unwilling to give up. When the perfect opportunity comes along, can he convince her to stay in town and let her guard down?

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Elizabeth has just become a member of Zodiac, she’s a Domme and very good at what she does. When she finds a former co-worker is a Dom and also a member, she isn’t happy about it.

Flynn was intrigued when he saw Elizabeth, he would have pegged her as a submissive not a Domme given her personality in their former workplace. He approaches her after her scene as a courtesy.

This is a favorite scene.

Elizabeth was zipping up her toy bag when a shadow fell over her. She lifted her gaze and nearly dropped the bag on the floor. “Flynn?”

“Yep.” He stood in front of her, smirking, his fingertips in the pockets of his black jeans.

Surprised didn’t even begin to describe her shock. Flynn Taylor. Great. “What are you doing here?”

“That’s what I was about to ask you,” he countered, his brows furrowed. He looked about as happy to see her as she was him. As in not at all.

“Just moved to Miami. I didn’t know you’d left Atlanta.” She’d never expected to see Flynn again in her life after leaving SaFleur Pharmaceuticals three years ago. And frankly that would have been too soon.

“A few months after you left. My father died. I moved back to Miami to take over the family business.” His brows were furrowed. “What brought you to Miami?”

She shrugged. Miami had lured her with its promises of sun and sand and good weather. Suddenly, she half wished she were a fan of snow instead. “I picked it at random. Need a fresh start. I’m planning to open my own business.”

He nodded, not asking her for further information, which was just as well because she didn’t have more details yet.

She lifted her toy bag over her shoulder. “How long were you watching me?”

“Long enough.” He smirked again. She wanted to slap him. It was amazing how fast he could get under her skin. And for no good reason. The two of them simply clashed, probably because they were both intelligent, headstrong, and determined. Any time one of them had an idea, the other had shot it down immediately on principle alone.

He wasn’t moving, and she suddenly wondered why. She decided to needle him because that’s what she was good at. She glanced back at the St. Andrew’s cross she’d just finished using. “Oh. Did you want me to dominate you? I have someone else in a few minutes, but I can fit you in afterward if you’d like to blow off some steam.”

He tipped his head down, his brow furrowing further, just as she’d expected. “Fuck no. You aren’t dominating me.”

She shrugged, trying to look nonchalant. “My bad. I guess you already have someone lined up.” It was difficult not to smile since she knew she was full of shit. There wasn’t a chance in hell Flynn was a sub, but man did she enjoy watching his jaw tighten.

“No one is going to dominate me, Elizabeth, but if you decide you want to blow off some steam yourself, let me know. I’ll try to fit you in. I’m pretty good with just about any toy you’d like to experience.”

“Ha.” She forced herself to laugh at him now. “Not in this lifetime.” She stood tall, which in her heels was sometimes enough to meet people eye to eye. But not Flynn. He was about six four. She couldn’t compete with that. She had to lean her head back to meet his gaze which infuriated her.

This time he was the one to shrug. “Your loss. Are you planning to join Club Zodiac because I’m not sure the place is big enough for both of us. There’s another club in Miami you might enjoy. It’s called Breeze.”

She chuckled deeply and rolled her eyes. “You afraid I’ll upset your mojo?”

“Not at all. My mojo is unflappable.”

“Well, I guess if my presence bothers you, you’ll just have to stay out of my way. I’ll probably visit Breeze as well, but I find I like it here at Zodiac.” She glanced around. “It has a vibe that agrees with me.” Except for finding out you’re a member too. No way would she let Flynn think he’d pushed her out the door though.

He gave a curt nod. “Knock yourself out. We obviously won’t be participating in the same scenes anyway.”

A young blonde came up beside Flynn and set her hand on his biceps. “Hey.” Her voice was soft. Demure. She smiled up at him and then let her face dip.

Flynn covered her fingers with his, glancing at her before returning his attention to Elizabeth. “I actually booked this apparatus after you,” he informed her.

“Ah. Okay. Well, I’ll just get out of your way.” She hefted her bag higher on her shoulder as she gave a wide berth circling around the couple on the side of the blonde. She didn’t have any desire to get closer to Flynn than necessary. The man made her skin crawl.

Unfortunately, though she would never admit it out loud, he also made her heart flutter.
Becca Jameson. Tempting Elizabeth: Club Zodiac, Book Nine (Kindle Locations 118-120).

When circumstances throw them together, they both make an effort to get re-acquainted. Elizabeth is stubborn but the attraction is there. The question becomes can she give up the control, or can Flynn?

Aside from their incredibly sizzling story there is plenty of suspense, intrigue, laughter and tears.

I really hope there will be more books in this series!

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Becca Jameson currently lives in Atlanta, Georgia, with her husband, two kids, and the various pets that wander through.

After editing for about five years she recently started writing. She is loving the journey, dabbling in various genres.

When not writing or editing she can usually be found taxiing kids to and from their activities, scrapbooking, and reading!

Late at night she can usually be found sequestered in her office creating fantasy with a glass of red wine and a bar of dark chocolate.


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Taming Rex – Club Zodiac Book 8 By Becca Jameson


Taming Rex
Club Zodiac Book 8
By
Becca Jameson

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It’s supposed to be a temporary job in a temporary city with a temporary coworker…

Erica is a genius. She already has her master’s degree and has landed her first job. She knows she’s a misfit, but it would seem her new coworker is an even bigger nerd. The only time she can let loose is at the local club, Zodiac. A place where all her fantasies are indulged.

Rex doesn’t work well with others. How is it possible that the fidgeting, nervous woman sent to work with him is also utterly intriguing? As if he doesn’t have enough issues, his heart nearly stops when he sees her at his favorite club with another man.

Dayton hasn’t felt a connection like the one he has with Erica in a long time. He doesn’t care what her quirks are. He likes her. And the chemistry between them is nearly perfect.

Erica’s motto is work hard, play hard. If two men want to fight over her, she’s not going to stop them. But she’s certainly never been in a predicament like this before. She thought she could juggle a full social calendar. But it’s exhausting entertaining two men, and they’re behaving like Neanderthals. They need to compromise or take a hike. She does not have time for nonsense…

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I loved Rex in ‘Sharing Charlotte’, but it’s time for him to spread his wings and find someone of his own. He isn’t exactly looking but he figures he’ll know when he finds her.

On a temporary assignment in Florida, Rex is a little more than annoyed that his bosses have partnered him with a newbie.

Erika was excited to be on this temporary assignment in Florida, it’s her first job and she’s driven to do well. She’s also planning on playing hard at Club Zodiac, the only time she truly relaxes is in the Club setting submitting to a Dom who indulges all her fantasies.

Rex has already obtained a membership at Club Zodiac and he gets the surprise of his life on his first visit. He should have left as soon as he recognized Erika but he stayed but left as the scene turned sexual.

This is a favorite scene the next day.

She was deeply engrossed in code when Rex made a noise next to her that caught her attention, and she turned toward him before she could stop herself.

His chair was turned to face her, he was leaning forward, elbows on his knees, rubbing his hands together. His face was whiter than usual, and he swallowed several times. “Uh, I, uh…”

She glared at him, no longer giving a shit about how it might appear to be confrontational with him. “If you’re planning to give me another verbal whipping, spare me. I heard you the first time, boss.” She emphasized that last word because he’d specifically told her he was not her boss.

His face went from white to red and he sat straighter. “No. That’s not what I wanted to say.” He glanced at the door. Erica followed his gaze. The door was standing open, but there were no voices coming from anywhere. She wasn’t sure anyone was even on the floor anymore.

Rex took a breath. “Look, I’m sorry. About earlier. And…” He leaned back and ran a hand through his hair, his gaze going to the ceiling.

She couldn’t imagine what the hell had him so flustered, but she wasn’t about to help him out. Let him stew. She didn’t care. He deserved it. She would also ignore the fact that he was kinda cute with his cheeks pink and his hands nervously pulling on his short dark hair. In contrast, she turned her chair in his direction, set her elbow on the edge of her desk, and leaned her chin on her palm, feigning boredom.

He finally lowered his gaze. “Look, there’s no way to say this delicately, so I’m just going to throw it out there. I saw you last night.”

For a moment she thought her heart stopped, her mind racing around the events of the night. At Zodiac? He saw her at Club Zodiac? Shit. Wow. She tried to wrap her head around his admission.

He kept going. “It was horribly unethical of me. The moment I saw you, I should have left the club and then confronted you first thing this morning.”

She searched his face, trying to decide how she wanted to respond, while chewing on the corner of her bottom lip. His chagrin was beyond precious, and the truth was for some reason she didn’t care if he saw her. Maybe she should be completely freaking out right now. A coworker saw her submitting at a fetish club. Instead, she felt empowered by his obvious discomposure.

He swiped his hand down his face and slouched a bit. “I’m so sorry.”

She pulled her act together and decided to make light of his admission. “Sorry for what? It’s not your fault we happened to join the same club. Granted, I can’t say I would have expected to run into the only person I know in Miami at a private club, but who cares?”

He flinched, his face taking on a look of total shock, eyes wide, mouth open, no sound.

This was fucking perfect. She realized he’d been stewing about this for over twelve hours. He probably hadn’t slept, trying to decide if he would confront her or not.

Emboldened by his mortification, she leaned forward a bit. “So, you saw my naked butt. I assume you’ve seen others. Mine’s not the first.” It was weird to think he’d watched her orgasm, but it served him right if it made him this flustered today. She’d done nothing wrong.

He shook his head a bit violently. “No. I did not. I watched that older guy dominate you for a while, I admit, but I left the moment things went from impact play to sexual.”

She lifted a brow. “How long did you watch?” This was good. This was amazing.

He cringed. “Longer than I should have. That’s why I’m apologizing.”

“Why? Were you turned on? Were you jealous? Did you wish Dayton had been paddling you instead?”

Rex gasped, his back going ramrod straight now, as she’d expected. She’d only said that to torment him. Bingo. “No. No no no.” He shook his head again. “I’m not a sub. I’m a Dom.”

She lifted a brow. “Hmmm.” She narrowed her gaze, letting it roam up and down his body. “You sure?” It was hard to keep from laughing.

“Positive. Jesus. How did we get to this?” He shoved the chair back and stood to pace the room. “Listen, I just wanted to apologize.”

“Fine. Apology accepted.” She took a breath and forced a nonchalant voice. “No big deal. I’m not a prude. I know I’m awkward in vanilla settings. I talk too much when I’m in new situations. I fidget. I have nervous energy. I don’t fit in with regular people. But the moment I step into a club, I’m another person. I’ve found it calms me. I need the release I get from submitting. So, I go once or twice a week. I don’t care if you join Zodiac too.” She shrugged, not quite sure she believed her own words, but saying them anyway. “Just keep it to yourself. Don’t out me, and I won’t out you.” She turned back around to face her computer, using every ounce of energy to make it seem like she was unaffected by this extremely odd conversation.

Rex closed the distance, grabbed the back of her chair, and spun her around to face him. “That’s it? You don’t care?”

“Nope. Why should I? It’s a big club. We don’t have to interact with each other. I won’t even look at you or speak to you if you prefer.”

He held her gaze, his lips parted as if he couldn’t think how to respond. Finally, he licked his lips. “Maybe we should pick nights. You take Fridays; I’ll take Saturdays or something.”

She rolled her eyes dramatically. “Are we too immature to share the room? Seriously, Rex. I have more to lose here than you do. You’ll inevitably see me naked. Maybe even tonight. It doesn’t bother me. Don’t let it bother you.”

“You’re going tonight?” He seemed shocked.

“Yep. I had a great time. Dayton was an amazing Dom. I’m hoping he’s there again.”

Rex swallowed hard and finally gave a sharp nod. “Fine. Perfect. If you don’t care, I don’t care.”

“Great.” She offered him a wide smile and then reached over to peel his fingers off the back of her chair so she could spin around to face her desk. She grabbed her mouse and pretended to focus on the screen.

There was no way in hell she could concentrate. It was a challenge to keep from shaking violently, but she knew she had the upper hand here, and she’d never felt more powerful in her life. Rex may have been older and wiser and have more experience than her in the tech industry, but she had just completely flustered the hell out of him.

She meant every word she’d said, but her stomach was in knots because now she desperately wanted to see him in action. If Rex was a Dom when he stepped into a club, that meant he too had a totally different personality when he was in his element. Because Lord knew he wasn’t very commanding at work.

Tonight would be very interesting. If he had the balls to show up.
Becca Jameson. Taming Rex (Kindle Locations 614-667). Becca Jameson Publishing. Kindle Edition.

The next thing we know we have two Doms wanting Erika who doesn’t want to choose.

I absolutely loved every exchange, every nuance, and the OMG moment I never saw coming!

Plenty of Kindle melting heat, laughter, and so much more as these three learn about each other.

I can’t wait to read the next book in this series!

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After editing for about five years she recently started writing. She is loving the journey, dabbling in various genres.

When not writing or editing she can usually be found taxiing kids to and from their activities, scrapbooking, and reading!

Late at night she can usually be found sequestered in her office creating fantasy with a glass of red wine and a bar of dark chocolate.


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Releasing Tomorrow: Leaving Roman – Surrender Book 3 By Becca Jameson


Leaving Roman
Surrender Book 3
By
USA Today Bestselling Author
Becca Jameson

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Lucy

I’m restless.
I can’t put my finger on it.
I have all I’ve ever wanted.
I should not rock the boat of my perfect life.
Daddy takes care of every detail.
But there’s something missing.
I need more.
Even if it means risking everything.

Roman

I’m worried.
I’ve never been more nervous.
All I want is for my little to be happy.
But I’m no longer sure I’m enough for her.
Especially when she’s so clearly full of doubt.
She wants more.
She deserves the world.
Is it time to let her go?

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The Surrender series contains BDSM relationships and Lucy and Roman’s is a Daddy Dom/Little. On top of his normal business Roman also owns the BDSM Club Surrender. This is the third book in the series and the second one involving Lucy and Roman.

When we left Lucy and Roman they had reached an understanding for her to attend college and not remotely. Now she’s graduating, a milestone in her life but she’s also feeling the need for something more. She’s just not sure what.

For her graduation party Lucy wanted to stay in her relatively adult clothing and not transition into her role as a little. Master Roman wasn’t prepared for her to ask that and as a result she faced punishment before the dinner party takes place.

It’s the next day that we get more insight as to Lucy’s restlessness.

This is a favorite scene.

The only times I have not been twelve in this house have been the moments when I’ve left for school and the moments when I return before changing into my at-home clothes.

I won’t break my role. I’m comfortable in it. I don’t even know how to be his equal anymore. I don’t want to be. Our arrangement is perfect for both of us. He’s caring and nurturing and doting and loving. And I crave all those things. They make me feel safe and loved.

I take a slow breath and meet his gaze. “I’m nervous about what happens next, now that I’ve gotten my degree.” That much is totally true.

He leans forward, putting his elbows on his knees so that his face is more level with mine. “Nothing has to change, blossom. I’m so proud of you. I also know you’re determined and you like to work hard. I had thought you would work for me.”

“I’ve always worked for you,” I point out. I’ve worked fewer hours in recent years, but I’ve still helped him in his office.

“More,” he points out. “As much as you would like. Part time. Full time. Whatever makes you happy.”

What if what makes me happy would be working outside the house?

I bite my lower lip. I’ve thought about this. A lot. Working here for him in his home office means being his little at all times even when I’m working. I’m not sure how I feel about that.

I’ve enjoyed the times when I’ve left this house to go to class the past few years. We struck a deal, and I left here every day as both his little and as a regular college student.

The agreement was perfect. A win-win for both of us. Master Roman knew there was no way in hell I would ever let anyone find out what I wore under my college clothes, which gave him an unnecessary comfort. Unnecessary because I would ever be interested in another man anyway. I’m in love with him. Head over heels. I’ve never even considered looking at any of the boys in my classes. And that’s what they are to me. Boys.

Master Roman is almost twice my age. He’s also twice the man of any college kid. I’m clear on that.

But now I’m not in college. I have a business degree. My peers have been interviewing and accepting jobs for months. I’ve watched them stress and fret. I’ve also seen the girls come and go in pencil skirts, blouses, and pumps. Their hair professional. Their nails done. Makeup perfect.

I’ve watched all this from the side, a tight ball of jealousy forming in the pit of my stomach. Part of me craves that transition to adulthood. What if I tell Master Roman that’s what I want? I know in my heart he won’t like it. That’s why I’ve remained mute.

“Lucy…” His voice is stern.
Becca Jameson. Leaving Roman (Kindle Locations 658-679). Becca Jameson Publishing. Kindle Edition.

The conversation they have is more one sided, with Lucy not contributing all the relevant facts. All this leads up to Lucy leaving until she can decide what it is she wants and can be open and honest about it. Roman deserves nothing less and a BDSM relationship has to be bound by trust and honesty or it can be detrimental to both side.

I really love the way this book shows both Roman and Lucy what they’ve started doing wrong. Lucy turns to Claudia for some help and Julius, Beck, and Levi offer a safe place for her to think. She does however, end up going to the apartment Roman set up for her near the campus, to be alone with her thoughts.

When Lucy’s half brother shows up, things take a very interesting twist.

This is a very emotional book from both inside and out of the BDSM relationship.

I can’t wait to see what’s next in this series.

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Becca Jameson is a USA Today bestselling author of over 90 books. She is most well-known for her Wolf Masters series and her Fight Club 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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Teaching Abby – Surrender Book 2 by Becca Jameson


Teaching Abby
Surrender Book 2
By
Becca Jameson

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It’s a summer internship.

Never mind that the owners are hot.
Never mind that there are three of them.
Never mind that they are twice her age.
Never mind that they have a secret “play” room in the basement.
Never mind that she’s never been more intrigued in her life.
She only has three months.

No matter how deeply she gets involved,
she can’t stay…

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Abby is heading to Harvard Law in the fall, but first she has landed a prime internship in her hobby of photography.

Vanguard Media Specialists is a prestigious firm in Seattle owned by three partners, Levi, Beck and a silent partner Julius. They aren’t only business partners they are Doms and they train submissives. Not this summer though. They’ve decided they need a female perspective in their company and Levi is positive Abby is the one to provide it.

Now they are all attracted to Abby and the feeling is mutual but none of them are making a move. That is until a file is included in Abby’s editing that wasn’t meant for her. A mistake that will change everything.

This is a favorites scene.

When we round the corner and step into the library, Julius is standing by the window. Beck is sitting on one of the sofas. He jumps to his feet as Julius steps forward. “What happened?” His face is drawn together in concern, his gaze darting from Levi to me and back.

Levi runs a hand over the top of his head and blows out a breath. Yeah, he’s nervous. Great. “I fucked up.”

Beck groans, making me wonder how on earth he has suspected what happened?

Julius speaks. “Please tell me you didn’t make a move on Abby.”

That? That’s what they think happened? I take a step back, wishing for the tenth time that I could disappear. This is their thing. Not mine.

Beck jumps in next. “I told you hiring her was a bad idea. I knew you were attracted to her and wouldn’t be able to keep your dick in your pants. Do you not realize we can be sued for sexual harassment?”

What. The. Hell. Is. He. Talking. About?

I start shaking my head. They’re both way off base here.

“Jesus, Levi,” Julius adds, sounding disappointed. He spins around, looking like he would like to punch a hole in the closest wall.

Levi tips his head back and groans at the ceiling before righting himself. “Would you two shut the fuck up? No one made a pass at Abby. I haven’t touched her.”

Well, that’s not entirely true. He did touch my face. Twice. It was kind and I liked it. A bit too much. I can still feel the stroke of his fingers against my skin.

Both men freeze. Their gazes come to me, leaning around Levi. I’m still trying to hide and failing. They search my face, glancing up and down my body at the same time. I feel like they’re stripping me to see if Levi is telling the truth. That doesn’t even make sense.

“Abby?” Julius questions.

“What happened?” Beck asks before I can respond.

Levi answers. Thank God. “I accidentally uploaded Katarina’s last submission file into the Johnson wedding folder.”

Julius groans.

Beck stumbles backward. His hand goes to his chest. “Did she… watch it?” His gaze comes to me.

I bite my bottom lip hard, nodding. “Sorry,” I mumble.

“All of it?” his voice raises.

“Enough of it,” Levi responds.

Beck’s face turns red. His skin is so pale that he can’t hide it. His gaze jerks to Levi’s. “Jesus, Levi. She’s too innocent for that. She’s probably never been to a club nor seen any kind of submission before, and she gets introduced to the fetish world by watching her boss dominate a woman on her knees?”

I gasp. My boss? I take another step backward, stumbling. Until this moment, it hasn’t occurred to me that I knew the man in the video. I had a fleeting thought that the voice was familiar, but I didn’t realize it was Beck. I’m going to pass out.

Julius rushes toward me and grabs my biceps as I start to go down. He sets a hand on my lower back, swings to the side, and ushers me toward one of the leather sofas. “What a clusterfuck,” he murmurs under his breath.

“She didn’t know it was you, asshole,” Levi informs Beck.

Beck’s voice rises. “How the hell was I supposed to know that?”

I set my elbows on my knees and try to breathe. I wish they would all be quiet so I can think. I wish they would leave me alone. I need to concentrate.

This isn’t what happens though. Nope. Not even close. Instead, Julius kneels in front of me, and Beck and Levi flank me sitting on both sides. I’m crowded and I’m going to hyperventilate.

Julius’s hand lands on my head, and he guides my face toward the floor. “Give her some space. She’s panicking.”

That’s an understatement.

Ten billion thoughts are going through my head. I don’t even know what the truth is anymore. I try to sort out the facts. My three bosses have a secret studio somewhere in this house where they shoot private videos for kinky people. Got it.
Becca Jameson. Teaching Abby: Surrender, Book Two (Kindle Locations 716-749). Becca Jameson Publishing.

I remembered Claudia from the first book in this series. and Claudia is the perfect person to discuss the basics of BDSM and give Abby a tour of Surrender.

Talk about BDSM 101, the guys are funny too, trying to figure out the best way to start with a total newbie, someone who has never even thought about the lifestyle.

This book is fun, sensual, informative, emotional and sizzling.

I can’t wait to read the next book in the series.

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After editing for about five years she recently started writing. She is loving the journey, dabbling in various genres.

When not writing or editing she can usually be found taxiing kids to and from their activities, scrapbooking, and reading!

Late at night she can usually be found sequestered in her office creating fantasy with a glass of red wine and a bar of dark chocolate.


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Out Today! Raising Lucy – Surrender Book 1 By Becca Jameson


Raising Lucy
Surrender Book 1
By
Becca Jameson

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Roman
I’m demanding. I’m strict. I get what I want.
And I want Lucy Neill.
She is mine.
She is my girl.
My little.
My life.
My world.
She just doesn’t know it yet.

Lucy
I lost my job.
I have no idea what I’m going to do next.
I should not be spending Friday night at a club.
I can’t help myself.
The club calls to me.
The owner calls to me.
I crave the forbidden.
I never realized how much I needed a daddy.

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Raising Lucy is the first book in the new series Surrender. Surrender is a BDSM club owned by Master Roman and managed by Master Julian. We meet both in this book. We also get a glimpse of several role playing aspects of this lifestyle that I found informative and well written.

I have read many books based on BDSM relationships, but this is the first one that deals with the Daddy Dom/Little relationship. Now before you freak out, this is role play, it is consensual, and the players are all adults.

Lucy has been visiting Master Roman’s Club Surrender, she hasn’t played but has been observing and learning. As this book opens Lucy has lost her job, and instead of wallowing she decides to go to Surrender, one last hurrah. She has a visitors pass but without a job she won’t be able to afford membership.

Master Roman is a very dominant, very controlling, alpha male. I have to say I didn’t like the extremes he was going to in order to have Lucy near him, it seemed close to obsession.

Lucy on the other hand is curious about the lifestyle and seems to particularly enjoy watching scenes with age play.  With the opportunity to become Master Roman’s assistant at hand she applies then enjoys her last night at Surrender. She really never expected to get the job, but she does.

Master Roman controls his home the same as everything else in his life. He is a Dom 24/7. From her meals and transportation to and from the mansion, he is slowly dominating Lucy. She is reveling in the attention and as Roman learns more about her he realizes she never really had a childhood.

Lucy wants to please, and even though she shouldn’t she has interesting fantasies about her employer. Of course she doesn’t have a clue how he feels or that he’s planned all of this out.

This is a favorite scene.

The bus makes me nervous. Since I was dressed and ready to go earlier than necessary, I left my apartment and made my way to the bus stop. I’m going to stress about the bus every day, so I tell myself this way is better. If I get on the earlier bus each morning, I won’t have to worry about it being late or not coming at all.

This plan has a problem though. It’s dark outside. And probably not safe. In fact, a man drives by me slowly at one point, his window down, calling out to me. He laughs when I ignore him and pick up my pace.

There is no reason for me to wait for the bus I took yesterday, and as soon as I board an earlier one, I know I will prefer it. There are far fewer passengers. I don’t have to share my bench with a stranger.

I’m not nervous when I arrive at my stop. Even though it’s still dark, I’m in a better neighborhood. I walk as slowly as I can toward Master Roman’s home.

Nevertheless, I arrive at the ridiculous hour of six fifteen. I wait until six thirty to ring the bell, and am immediately buzzed in.

When I reach the rear entrance, Evelyn opens the door before I can reach for it. “Goodness gracious, girl. The sun is just peeking over the horizon. You don’t need to arrive this early every day.” She ushers me inside, and I close the door behind me.

“I couldn’t sleep, ma’am, and the bus makes me nervous. I don’t want to arrive late.” I have no idea why I’ve shared so much information with Evelyn, but she doesn’t seem annoyed.

She shoots me a smile as she returns to the kitchen island where she is already hard at work herself. I wonder if she lives here. Probably.

“Master Roman won’t like the idea of you wandering around outside in the dark. He’ll have a fit.”

I freeze in my spot. My face heats up as a flush rises. The last thing I want is for Master Roman to get involved in my transportation issues. I don’t want him to think for a moment that it’s a problem. I need this job. If he feels I don’t have adequate transportation, he might fire me.

I consider asking Evelyn to please not mention my problem to Master Roman but decide against it. It’s probably better to hope she lets it go or forgets. Tomorrow I’ll waste more time before I come into the house. After all, Master Roman’s mansion is not in a dangerous location. I could bring a book and sit outside the gate reading in the mornings before seven. I’m confident the streetlight will be sufficient to see the pages.

Of course this plan will only work during the summer. As soon as winter falls, I’m going to have an entirely new problem on my hands. But I’ll deal with that in the future. Hell, if I really manage to keep this job and make as much money as my contract implies, I will be able to take an Uber here instead of the bus. That will save me hours of stress and worry.

Taking a deep breath, I quietly shuffle down the hallway and enter Master Roman’s office. Like yesterday, the door is open.

Master Roman is standing behind his desk, looking for all the world as if he’s already been hard at work for hours. His brow is furrowed when he meets my gaze. “Did you take the bus to get here, Lucy?”

I swallow. How has he already learned of my situation? There is no way Evelyn could have informed him of my problem during my short walk from her kitchen to his office. “Yes, Sir. I don’t have a car.”

He crosses his arms and stares at me, lips pursed before he finally parts them again. “Don’t do it again. It’s not safe. It’s dark. You must have left practically in the middle of the night, and then you spent fifteen minutes pacing outside my gate before ringing in.”

I flinch. I lift my hand and nearly slap my own forehead as I realize there must be a camera outside. Of course there is. I stop myself from reacting just in time and lower my hand to my side.

Master Roman rounds the desk and then leans his butt against the front, arms still crossed. “Weston monitors my camera.”

“I see, Sir. I’m sorry to have bothered him. I didn’t want to come inside too early.” My voice is too low. I know I’m frustrating him. But he doesn’t realize his order to stop taking the bus would mean total disaster for me. I don’t have the means to afford other transportation, especially not until after I’m paid.

I knew this would be a problem as soon as it got cold or snowed, but I hadn’t anticipated facing the issue so soon. I can’t pay an Uber tomorrow. I don’t have even five dollars in cash until I get paid.

My hands are shaking, and I’m fighting against the flush and rising emotions. Part of me is about to cry. The last thing I want to do is tell my new boss that I can’t afford an Uber. He might think I’m wasteful if I don’t have enough money saved up for such things.

Master Roman narrows his gaze. “From now on Weston will pick you up in the morning and bring you home at night.”

My mouth falls open. I’m speechless.

Master Roman rounds his desk and lowers onto the seat.

I force myself to speak. “That’s not necessary, Sir. I don’t want to put him out.”

“You’re not. He’s my employee. He does what I instruct him to do.” Master Roman doesn’t look at me as he speaks. He has already grabbed his mouse. His attention is on his computer screen. “This discussion is over, Lucy. Go to your office. I left you plenty to do.”

I stare at him for a moment, uncertain about how I feel. Part of me is grateful. Most of me is unnerved. I need this job. If Master Roman decides the burden of getting me to his home isn’t worth it, he will fire me.

Finally, I shuffle across the room toward my office. The door is standing open. I leave it that way. Master Roman has never insinuated that I should close it. In fact, I’m confident he prefers to be able to keep an eye on me, and he likes to be able to call out to me easily.
Becca Jameson. Raising Lucy: Surrender, Book One (Kindle Locations 1186-1232). Becca Jameson Publishing.

In spite of his obsession, Master Roman clearly cares for Lucy and his friends are watchful.

The experimentation with different ages and the intensity of the attraction is evident on every page.

Even though age-play isn’t a favorite of mine, I enjoyed the insight and the journey the book take us on.

I look forward to seeing where Becca will take us next in this series.

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When not writing or editing she can usually be found taxiing kids to and from their activities, scrapbooking, and reading!

Late at night she can usually be found sequestered in her office creating fantasy with a glass of red wine and a bar of dark chocolate.


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Countdown to Christmas! Sharing Charlotte – Club Zodiac Book 7 by Becca Jameson


Sharing Charlotte
Club Zodiac Book 7
By
Becca Jameson

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Christmas is a time for sharing…
and this year it will be Charlotte
who finds herself tucked between
more men than she bargained for.

Charlotte has it all. Her own thriving business. Perfect health. An amazing outlook on life. And the devotion of not one but two men.

But is two men enough for her? A chance encounter with an old acquaintance has her craving the forbidden.

Nile and Samson adore Charlotte. They have the perfect arrangement and both of them would give her the world. However, their foundation shakes when another man catches her attention. No matter how strongly they feel for her, they have to let her follow her heart.

But what about Rex? The newest member of their group is blindsided to find out that the woman he craves already lives in a committed relationship. She has far too much baggage for his taste.

There’s no ignoring the pull to explore outside the boundaries, but is there a line in the sand?

Sometimes the best Christmas presents
come wrapped
in the most unusual packaging.

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In this book we get a close up look at another aspect of BDSM, a triad relationship that is long term.

Charlotte loves her relationship with Samson and Nile. The two Doms fulfil her every need, she gifts them her submission every time she enters their condo.

Outside of the Condo all three of them have very busy and successful businesses. Charlotte’s Boutiques are thriving and she is looking to expand to Denver. Caught up and rushing to pack to head to Denver to look at a property, she breaks the ‘House Rules’. She really didn’t expect either of her Dom’s to be there.

This is a favorite scene.

“Wow. What did I miss?” The new voice belonged to Nile, and it came from behind her, making Charlotte blow out a breath.

Great. How the hell did both her Masters happen to be home in the middle of the day?

Samson turned toward Nile. “We haven’t gotten to the why yet, but for some reason our little sub arrived a few minutes ago and beelined for the bedroom without a single care in the world for the house rules.”

“Ah,” Nile said. “That would explain why her clothes are lying on the floor in here instead of neatly folded by the front door. Guess she didn’t expect anyone to be home.” Nile chuckled as he set his hand on Charlotte’s shoulder and then ran it down her back to cup her heated ass cheeks.

“I’m sorry, Sirs. I wasn’t thinking.” She leaned slightly into his touch.

“Or…” Samson responded, “you didn’t think you needed to obey rule number one because you thought you could just sneak into the house, accomplish whatever mission you were hell-bent on accomplishing, and race back out without anyone being the wiser.”

“Yes, Sir,” she whispered. He was right. She hadn’t wanted to take the time to remove all her clothing at the front door, rush into the master bedroom to grab a weekend bag, and then put all her clothes back on. Apparently, she’d errored.

Nile took a seat on the lounge next to Samson, leaving her standing naked in front of them. They both had an amazing ability to assert their authority even while looking up at her. She shuddered as her body betrayed her, coming alive sexually while she was being reprimanded. The way they looked at her, dominating her from the bench they sat on, made her clench her pussy.

“Now,” Samson said. “Mind telling us what you rushed home to do?”

She wanted to ask them the same question. Granted, one or both of them sometimes came home for lunch, but neither of them had mentioned doing so today specifically. She needed to face the fact that she hadn’t been thinking. She’d been so distracted that she hadn’t even noticed Samson was already in the penthouse when she entered.

She shifted her gaze back and forth between them. “I need to go to Denver for a few days, Sir. I thought I’d rush home and grab my stuff.” Charlotte owned a chain of three upscale boutiques in Seattle. She was looking to expand to Denver, her hometown.

“Did you find a possible property?” Nile asked.

“Yes, Sir. My realtor found a place that just became available. She’s afraid someone might grab it fast, so I need to go take a look.”

“That’s good news. I’m surprised someone put a property on the market this close to the holidays.” Samson set a hand on her hip and then slid it to her lower back.

Frankly, she was shocked too. She had assumed it would be January before she heard from the realtor. As for needing to leave town for business, neither man would be angry. They all three had careers that took priority in their lives whenever necessary. It was partly why they were such a good match for each other. They were busy. Even on weekends. With Charlotte owning three stores, Samson a gym, and Nile a catering business, weekends were just like any other day to them. Since there were three of them, usually no one was left completely alone for long.

They had an arrangement. It worked. When they were outside of the house, they were professionals. When they stepped through the front door, Charlotte left her high-stressed boss mode at the door and submitted to Samson and Nile. Always. No matter who else was home. Even if she was alone, she submitted to them inside the house.

Except today.

“When’s your flight?” Nile asked.

“Eight, Sir. I was going to text you in a few minutes.”

“Are we making you late for anything important?” Samson asked.

She shook her head. “No, Sir. I was just rushing like I always do. No particular reason.” The truth was that lately all three of them had been so busy that Charlotte hadn’t experienced much dominance from either man. She wasn’t sure if they’d grown complacent or if their arrangement was waning. That latter idea was depressing, but something had felt off for a while now. She couldn’t put her finger on it.
Becca Jameson. Sharing Charlotte: Club Zodiac, Book Seven (Kindle Locations 95-129). Becca Jameson Publishing.

With the expectation of her going to Club Zodiac, her Dom’s have made all the arrangements for that visit. Nile would be joining her the following day.

Charlotte hadn’t expected to know Rex, the Dom who would be attending to her that night. She certainly hadn’t anticipated her reaction either.

With her confusion over her feelings where her current Dom’s were concerned and finding herself extremely attracted to Rex this story takes some very interesting turns.

Rex learns some things about himself that he hadn’t realized before, and a Christmas surprise for Charlotte becomes even more intriguing.

I love this series and I can’t wait to read Rex’s story in the next one.

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Late at night she can usually be found sequestered in her office creating fantasy with a glass of red wine and a bar of dark chocolate.


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Andrea – Corked and Tapped Book 12 by Becca Jameson


Corked and Tapped:
Because the best stories never start
with someone eating a salad.

Andrea
Corked and Tapped Book 12
By
Becca Jameson

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“Let’s play a little game.” She squirmed in her seat at his tone. She’d been in love with him for years. Now he wanted to play a game? He had no idea what kind of games she’d like to play with him. Sure. She’d go along with his “game”…for now.

This is the final book in this series. What an enjoyable ride this has been.

In this book Andrea attends a New Year’s Eve reunion party of the cast of a show that made her famous. Although it’s been ten years since the show ended, she still doesn’t go out much, afraid to be recognized, afraid someone could see through her to her secret.

Christoph was her co-star and he has gone on to have a fabulous career. Even now he has a movie lined up, but is taking time off for the holidays.

Everyone left the party early to attend more glittering bashes, except for Christoph. Now they are sitting in the corner of Corked and Tapped, if you have been reading this series you know the corner I mean.

The game they play of never have I ever, heats up quickly as they learn some interesting things about each other. As midnight quickly approaches they reach an agreement.

This is a favorite scene.

He leaned in closer, his lips inches from hers. “Let me get this straight. You want me to come back to your place, dominate you with enough force to rock your world, but all I get is one night?”

“Yes.” If she were honest, she couldn’t believe they’d actually gotten to this stage in the night. She’d thought about having sex with Christoph for years and even more often once she learned about this reunion, but it had never occurred to her that it might actually become reality. And the thought that he might want more was a foreign concept. He was a guy. A famous guy. He could have any woman he wanted on the planet. He could have a different one every night. She would expect him to be ecstatic about the prospect of a woman offering him a one-night stand.

Granted, she had never once heard rumors of him sleeping with different women all the time, or even one woman. Dates, yes. But nothing scandalous. Still. Just because she hadn’t heard the stories didn’t mean they didn’t exist.

He shook his head.

She flinched. “No?”

“No.” He picked up his beer, playing with the label with his thumb. “One night with you will never be enough. Give me the weekend.”

She reared back a few inches. “The weekend?” That could be fun. Why not? There had to be a catch.

“Yep. I want two nights and two days. I want you to fully submit to me until Sunday night.”

“Why?”

He grinned, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “Because I’m confident I can convince you to give me more if I have a full forty-eight hours.”

She groaned, rolling her eyes. “Christoph, I don’t have more to give.” I never will.

“Take it or leave it.”

Her shoulders slumped. There was no way she could turn him down, though. Not in a million years. She’d been dreaming about this for too long. “One condition.”

“What’s that?” he asked, voice leery.

“You don’t try to convince me to expand on the forty-eight hours a single time.”

He ran a hand through his hair, thinking. “Okay, but with a stipulation.”

She smirked. “Of course.”

“I get to plead my case for more time for the last hour Sunday night.”

“Deal. However, just so you know, I won’t change my mind.”

“Fine.” He cupped her face. “No wonder you’re such a successful architect. If you negotiate all your deals this way, you must be raking in the money.”

She laughed. “Oh, sure. I make almost as much as you,” she joked.

He sobered. “Let’s get out of here.”

Finally, they were in total agreement over something.

Suddenly, everyone in the bar started shouting, “Ten. Nine. Eight…” Andrea realized it was almost midnight. Mesmerized for the last several hours by the sexy man next to her, she had paid no attention to the time.

Christoph didn’t bother calling out the descending numbers, but he did slide off the stool and then press himself against her thigh from the side, cupping her face. As soon as the crowd shouted “Happy New Year!” he lowered his lips to hers and kissed her.

She closed her eyes, her hands coming to his waist as she enjoyed this first kiss with the boy she had lusted after all those years ago. He was surprisingly gentle, tasting and teasing, his tongue eventually sliding against the seam of her lips, coaxing her to open for him.

She did, willingly, learning his mouth, the way he took such care, the way he held her head just where he wanted it, the way he sucked her tongue slowly into his mouth.

Time stopped for her. He was giving her the New Year’s kiss she’d never had. And he was doing so very thoroughly. Her heart beat harder for him. If they weren’t in this crowded bar, she would be tugging at his shirt, trying to get to his impressive chest.

They really needed to get out of this bar. Now.
Becca Jameson. Andrea: Corked and Tapped, Book Twelve (Kindle Locations 288-320). Becca Jameson Publishing.

The ensuing weekend is sizzling with white hot heat as Christoph and Andrea explore their kinks and learn even more about each other.

I will miss these short and very satisfying reads. I hope we get to see some of these characters in future series.

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Becca Jameson is a USA Today bestselling author of over 70 books. She is most well-known for her Wolf Masters series and her Fight Club series. She currently lives in Atlanta, Georgia, with her husband, two grown kids, and the various pets that wander through. 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, floating in the pool, or reading in her favorite hammock chair!


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Paris – Corked and Tapped Book 11 by Becca Jameson


Corked and Tapped:
Because the best stories never start
with someone eating a salad.

Paris
Corked and Tapped Book 11
By
USA Today Bestselling Author
Becca Jameson

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“Damn… It never changes.” She couldn’t agree more. Every year they met on Christmas Eve, and every year the chemistry was still there. She didn’t dare ask for more than the one night each year. She wouldn’t risk ruining their arrangement. But, Lord, she wanted to.

Paris is looking forward to Joel’s annual visit. They’d met in a collision of bodies five years ago and spent the hottest night of her life. Every year they meet up on Christmas Eve, but there were rules, they didn’t know anything about each other except their names and wouldn’t search for more.

This year Paris is determined this will be different, she wants more. She wants a real relationship, but he’s broken the rules.

This is a favorite scene.

“How was your year?” he asked. His gaze was intense, his face inches from hers, all his attention on her. No one else existed. Just like every year.

“Not bad. Can’t complain. I worked. Paid bills. Lived life.”

“I bet it was more relaxed since you started working days.” He lifted his bottle to take another sip of beer. She froze. How did he know when she worked?

He stopped moving one second later, his beer halfway to his lips as he stiffened. Finally, he set the bottle back down, his eyes slowly closing as he faced her again. “Shit.”

“How do you know when I work?” she asked as she pulled back a few inches, shaking.

He inhaled slowly, his eyes coming back to hers. “Social media.”

Her mouth fell open. No sound came out. He knows who I am

“I’m so sorry. I broke our rule. I hunted you down.”

“But how? When?” she managed to ask.

“Three years ago.” He winced. “It was a shitty move on my part. I saw your credit card. I couldn’t stop myself from glancing at your last name.”

“Jesus,” she breathed. “That’s so unfair. Why didn’t you say anything?” She drew back another few inches, leaning on the back of the stool, putting as much distance as she could between them. His betrayal shook her.

He winced. “I’m so sorry. It was unfair. You’re right.”

She crossed her arms now. His hands were still on her thighs, and he didn’t pull back. In fact, he gripped her tighter. “All this time you’ve been keeping track of me, and I know nothing about you.”

He nodded.

“So you know I’m a nurse. You know who my friends are. My family. My entire life.”

His face scrunched up again. “Yes.”

Paris glanced away, taking a deep breath. She couldn’t draw in enough oxygen all of a sudden.

His hands slid a few inches closer to her pussy. “Please forgive me, Paris. I never meant you any harm. I wasn’t in a position to share more about myself, or I would have. Once I knew your name, I couldn’t stop myself from keeping up with your life. I… needed to know.”

“Needed to know what?” she asked, her face jerking back to glare at him.

He swallowed. “Mostly that you were still single. That you were mine…” He ended that sentence softly. “At least I liked to pretend you were mine. I still do.”

She gasped. All these years she would have given anything to be his, and all along he was watching her.

“It was shitty of me. I made the rules, and then I broke them.”
Becca Jameson. Paris: Corked and Tapped, Book Eleven (Kindle Locations 199-220). Becca Jameson Publishing.

Now Paris needs to know everything and she’s afraid of the consequences of what may be revealed.

Absolutely Sizzling and a secret that surprised me. Definitely didn’t see that one coming!

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Becca Jameson is a USA Today bestselling author of over 70 books. She is most well-known for her Wolf Masters series and her Fight Club series. She currently lives in Atlanta, Georgia, with her husband, two grown kids, and the various pets that wander through. 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, floating in the pool, or reading in her favorite hammock chair!


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