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Shadow in the Darkness – Shadow SEALs Book 15 By Becca Jameson


Shadow in the Darkness
Shadow SEALs Book 15
By
USA Today Bestselling Author
Becca Jameson

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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…

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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.

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Becca Jameson is a USA Today bestselling author of over 100 books. She is most well-known for her Wolf Masters Series, her Fight Club series, and her Club Zodiac series. She currently lives in Houston, Texas, with her husband and Goldendoodle. Two grown kids pop in every once in a while too! She is loving this journey and has dabbled in a variety of genres, including paranormal, sports romance, military, and BDSM.

A total night owl, Becca writes late at night, sequestering herself in her office with a glass of red wine and a bar of dark chocolate, her fingers flying across the keyboard as her characters weave their own stories.

During the day–which never starts before ten in the morning!–she can be found jogging, running errands, or reading in her favorite hammock chair!

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Feeling Brave – Blossom Ridge Book 4 By Becca Jameson


Feeling Brave
Blossom Ridge Book 4
By
USA Today Bestselling Author
Becca Jameson

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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?

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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.”
Becca Jameson. Feeling Brave (Kindle Locations 124-187). Becca Jameson Publishing.

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.

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Becca Jameson is a USA Today bestselling author of over 100 books. She is most well-known for her Wolf Masters Series, her Fight Club series, and her Club Zodiac series. She currently lives in Houston, Texas, with her husband and Goldendoodle. Two grown kids pop in every once in a while too! She is loving this journey and has dabbled in a variety of genres, including paranormal, sports romance, military, and BDSM.

A total night owl, Becca writes late at night, sequestering herself in her office with a glass of red wine and a bar of dark chocolate, her fingers flying across the keyboard as her characters weave their own stories.

During the day–which never starts before ten in the morning!–she can be found jogging, running errands, or reading in her favorite hammock chair!

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Hot SEAL – Brown Eyed Girl – SEALs in Paradise by Becca Jameson


Hot SEAL, Brown-eyed Girl
SEALs in Paradise
By
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Becca Jameson

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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?

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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.

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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.

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Becca Jameson is a USA Today bestselling author of over 100 books. She is most well-known for her Wolf Masters Series, her Fight Club series, and her Club Zodiac series. She currently lives in Houston, Texas, with her husband and Goldendoodle. Two grown kids pop in every once in a while too! She is loving this journey and has dabbled in a variety of genres, including paranormal, sports romance, military, and BDSM.

A total night owl, Becca writes late at night, sequestering herself in her office with a glass of red wine and a bar of dark chocolate, her fingers flying across the keyboard as her characters weave their own stories.

During the day–which never starts before ten in the morning!–she can be found jogging, running errands, or reading in her favorite hammock chair!

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Building Trust – Blossom Ridge Book 3 by Becca Jameson


Building Trust
Blossom Ridge Book 3
By
USA Today Bestselling Author
Becca Jameson

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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.

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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.
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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.

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A total night owl, Becca writes late at night, sequestering herself in her office with a glass of red wine and a bar of dark chocolate, her fingers flying across the keyboard as her characters weave their own stories.

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Shelter – The Wanderers Book 4 By Becca Jameson


The world is no longer a safe place,
especially for women.
For several decades, the birth rate of females has been declining.
Militants, the government,
and private citizens alike will do anything
to find young women and force them
into unthinkable arrangements.
The Wanderers are a secret
underground society, born to provide
sanctuary for anyone who believes in
free will and democratic notions.
They have grown in numbers for many years
and have several compounds
where their citizens live in safety.

Shelter
The Wanderers Book 4
By
USA Today Bestselling Author
Becca Jameson

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

Against the darkness of this world stand The Wanderers—a secret society born to provide sanctuary for anyone who believes in free will and democratic notions. Their numbers are growing and their citizens live in safe, hidden compounds.

Serve and obey your husband. The Republic has drilled this command into Haley for the fourteen years she’s lived in a home for girls. Now that she’s standing at the altar about to marry an aristocrat she’s never met, Haley fears what those words could mean once she’s at the mercy of her new husband.

Braylon, Riggs, and Storm had always planned to escape The Republic someday. When Braylon meets the sweet, beautiful wife he’s expected to rule, he knows he could never harm her, including claiming her innocence. He’s not alone—Riggs and Storm are just as enamored with her. When Braylon’s mother decides her daughter-in-law hasn’t conceived fast enough for her taste, the three must find a way to get Haley to safety. The time to escape is now.

Rush was living with The Wanderers for three years when he was kidnapped and taken by The Republic. His new home: a holding cell in the basement of some aristocrats. His new job: father a baby against his will. When Rush meets Braylon and the others, he offers them a way out. Can they trust him? The trip will be long and dangerous, but they will risk it all to protect Haley. The first taste of freedom is the sweetest.

There will be challenges along the way. Militants are everywhere just waiting to attack men and capture women for their own. Haley may be surrounded by men who would move mountains to save her, but she’s got news for them: if they want to earn her love, they’re going to have to stop coddling her and let her fight alongside them.

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If you have been reading this series, you’ll remember Rush was taken by the Republic. He thought they wanted a doctor, but he’s been locked up. Now he’s been sold and locked up again. This time in a cell of an aristocratic home.

At the age of six, Hailey was captured by the Republic and been put into a girl’s home to learn what would be expected of her as a Republic wife. That was 14 years ago. She never met her husband before the ceremony that made her his wife, all she knew was what was expected of her.

Braylon fell for Hailey the moment he saw her, as did his two best friends Riggs and Storm. Braylon won’t force himself on her and with his friends is looking for a way for all of them to escape from the rules and restrictions of the Republic.

It’s been six months since they wed and now there is the expectation of a child. This is a problem since Braylon and Hailey haven’t consummated their marriage. What he didn’t realize is that someone who kind of looks like him is locked in the basement and is the one who will be donating for the conception.

It’s these circumstances that leads Storm to actually converse with Rush. Especially after the doctor has his visit with Hailey.

This is a favorite scene.

Rush stood and took a few steps toward Storm. He didn’t want the man to panic and flee the basement, but he wanted to do everything in his power to get this man on his side so he could help him get the fuck out of here.

He suddenly had an idea. “Look. I know you don’t belong here. I assume whoever else is on your side upstairs doesn’t either. Not just the woman but whoever she’s married to. These people are your friends. Your family.” He was guessing, but he felt confident in his assessment.

Storm lowered his gaze but didn’t deny anything. Good.

“If you can find a way to get me out of here, I can take you somewhere safe. I have people. Good people. I was with them when I was kidnapped three months ago. I assumed I was taken for my medical skills, but that obviously isn’t the case.”

Rush shuffled the rest of the way and wrapped his hand around one of the bars a few feet from Storm. “I come from a large community of people whose mission is to provide safety. A group who believes in free will.” Rush was taking a risk, but he didn’t have much to lose. It wasn’t like he was sharing state secrets. The Republic was well aware of the existence of groups like The Wanderers.

It was quite possible Storm had no idea though. He was young enough that he might have spent most of his life in isolation, cut off from the real world.

“Can you tell me where we are?”

Storm lifted his gaze and swallowed. “I shouldn’t.”

Rush shrugged. “Okay. But think about it. I was drugged when I was abducted. I don’t have the first clue what direction I was taken or how long we traveled. If I knew where I was, I could help figure out how to get back to my people.”

Rush needed to shut up. He couldn’t be sure he could trust this guy. He was gambling with his life. If Storm turned around and alerted anyone that Rush knew the location of an illegal community, Rush could end up being tortured for information.

Storm ran a hand over his face and met Rush’s gaze. “Let me talk to my friends.”

Rush nodded. “Okay.”

Storm stared at him. “You’re not dicking me around? You really do know a place?”

“Swear to it. I will get you there. And, Storm…” Rush drew in another deep breath. “If the woman really is pregnant, I’ll move mountains to help you. She’ll be carrying my baby. I wouldn’t want anything to happen to either of them or anyone else who is important to her.”

Storm nodded. “I’ll get back to you. If I find out you’re lying to me and you breathe a word of this to anyone in this house…” He didn’t finish his sentence, but his warning was clear.

“We’re in the same boat, Storm. If you tell anyone what I’ve shared, I could be tortured to death.” He lifted a brow.

Storm nodded again, hesitated, and then turned to head back up the stairs.

Rush watched him disappear, gripping the bars of his cell. For the first time in months, he had hope. A possibility that someone might help him get out of this godforsaken mess.
Becca Jameson. Shelter (Kindle Locations 892-898). Becca Jameson Publishing.

Once Rush meets Braylon and Riggs they start planning their escape in earnest.

Help comes in an unexpected way and the four of them start an arduous journey. One that is both emotional and physical.

I love the twists and turns as these characters grow in this tale. Hailey is far stronger than any of them expected and all of them grow to love her even more.

There’s adventure, action, romance and plenty of sizzle. I can’t wait for the next book!

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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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Finding Peace – Blossom Ridge Book 2 By Becca Jameson


Finding Peace
Blossom Ridge Book 2
By
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Becca Jameson

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Brea

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

Niko

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

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

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

Their first real interaction is at dinner that night.

This is a favorite scene.

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

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

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

“Water? Tea? Milk?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

My heart. I think it stops. Kitten?

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

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

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

My cheeks heat as my smile grows.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I glance back at him, swallowing back my nerves.

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

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

“You are Little, right?” he asks.

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

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

“You’re not, sir.”

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

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

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

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

I’m relieved when Craig speaks from across the table, interrupting us. We’ve been in a bubble over here as if no one else exists. “What did you think of the unfinished rooms in the basement, Niko?” Craig asks.
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While Brea may not know if she’s a little, she definitely has set off the Daddy in Niko.

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

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

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

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A total night owl, Becca writes late at night, sequestering herself in her office with a glass of red wine and a bar of dark chocolate, her fingers flying across the keyboard as her characters weave their own stories.

During the day–which never starts before ten in the morning!–she can be found jogging, running errands, or reading in her favorite hammock chair!

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Severed Dreams by Becca Jameson


Severed Dreams
By
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Becca Jameson

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

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

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

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

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

And whoever is watching me is getting closer every day.

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

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

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

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

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

This is a favorite scene.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Jessa.” I tentatively gave him mine.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Where do you work?”

“On the mainland.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Finally, I nodded my consent. “Sure.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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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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Starting Over – Blossom Ridge Book 1 by Becca Jameson


Starting Over
Blossom Ridge Book 1
By
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Becca Jameson

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Amelia

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

Foster

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

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

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

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

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

This is just one of my favorite scenes.

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

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

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

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

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

My stomach drops. What the hell?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Umm…” That’s all I manage to murmur.

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

“Uh…”

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

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

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

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

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

I flinch. “Oh.”

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

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

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

His brows shoot up.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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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.

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Harbor – The Wanderers Book 3 By Becca Jameson


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

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

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The Wanderers Book 3
By
USA Today Bestselling Author
Becca Jameson

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

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

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

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

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

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

This is a favorite scene.

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

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

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

He continued to stroke her forehead.

She shivered. “Why so cold?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

When the cup was empty, he set it aside.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The doctor smiled again.

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

“How did I get here?”

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

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

“A week,” Dario said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She closed her eyes, trying not to think about how trapped she felt, trying to control the claustrophobia threatening to creep in and make her hyperventilate.
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Maya has a long road to recovery, and the Doctors, Dario, Keanu, and Advic work hard to gain her trust. They are patient, attentive and caring. Even as they put her through the paces of physical therapy.

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

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

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

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Refuge – The Wanderer’s Book 2 by Becca Jameson


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

This is a favorite scene.

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

“Kes…”

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

“Oh. I’m sorry. I didn’t think…”

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

She narrowed her gaze, skeptically.

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

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

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

“For what?”

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

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

Kester shook his head. “I’m serious.”

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

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

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

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

She frowned. “Not following.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Kester grinned. “You did know.”

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

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

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

“Absolutely.”

“Good. Kiss me.”

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

“Yep.” She scooted closer.

“Ariel…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But it most certainly had opened and closed.

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

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

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

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

5 Contented Purrs for Becca!

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Becca Jameson is a USA Today bestselling author of over 100 books. She is most well-known for her Wolf Masters Series, her Fight Club series, and her Club Zodiac series. She currently lives in Houston, Texas, with her husband and Goldendoodle. Two grown kids pop in every once in a while too! She is loving this journey and has dabbled in a variety of genres, including paranormal, sports romance, military, and BDSM.A total night owl, Becca writes late at night, sequestering herself in her office with a glass of red wine and a bar of dark chocolate, her fingers flying across the keyboard as her characters weave their own stories.

During the day–which never starts before ten in the morning!–she can be found jogging, running errands, or reading in her favorite hammock chair!

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