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


Shadow in the Desert
Shadow SEALs Book 3
By
USA Today Bestselling Author
Becca Jameson

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After a disastrous career-ending mission, he never expected to be sent back into the shadows.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

This is just one of my favorite scenes.

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

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

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

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

“I have my ways.”

Ajax groaned.

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

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

“Unbelievable,” Ajax murmured.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You won’t.”

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

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

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

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

“Me.”

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

“No. It’s safer this way.”

“For us or for you?”

“Yes.”

Great.

Ryker groaned.

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

“Fuck,” Ryker muttered.

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

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

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

“I am.”

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

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

“What?” all three yelled at once.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Fuck,” Ryker muttered.

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

Fuck.

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

And he knew Ryker would too.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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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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Takeoff – Open Skies Book 5 by Becca Jameson


Takeoff
Open Skies Book 5
By
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Becca Jameson

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Raeann

She started a new life working for Open Skies in Dallas three years ago.
With her mother gone and no one constantly chasing her, life has been peaceful.
But her luck has run out. The stalking has begun again.
She can’t pretend to be a regular person anymore.
She never should have let her guard down and fallen for Deacon.
He’s everything she’s dreamed of, but she can’t have him.
She can’t have anyone.
It’s not safe.
It’s time to change her name and move again.

Deacon

Life took an unexpected turn and flipped his world upside-down.
Now is not a good time to start a relationship.
His new responsibilities all but ensure he’s off the market for good.
If Raeann thinks she has concerns, wait until she hears about his.
He can’t walk away from her though.
She’s the best thing going for him.
If he could put a stop to the stalking…
Convince her he doesn’t care who’s hunting her or why.
But that’s not enough. He also needs to reveal his own problems.
And then pray she agrees to share the burden.

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Raeann has been avoiding Deacon all month, now she’s going to have to face him at Bex’s baby shower. He deserves answers but Raeann isn’t sure she wants to share it all. Fortunately Deacon isn’t going to take no for an answer here. He wants to know what’s wrong and to fix it if he can.

This just part of their conversation after the shower and a favorite scene.

“Anyway, and this is where things get wonky, so withhold your judgment.”

“Promise.” Though he did furrow his brow in confusion.

Raeann tugged her hair from behind her ear so that the lock of white draped across her face. “This white lock of hair is caused by poliosis, basically just a lack of pigment. No big deal. It’s hereditary. It’s often referred to as a Mallen streak.”

Fascinating. He’d assumed she dyed it like that.

“Unfortunately, there are plenty of people living in the twenty-first century who believe it’s a sign of witchcraft.”

What? He held his tongue.

“I grew up in a small town in Virginia and even my earliest memories include these modern-day witch hunters. They call themselves the consectari venatoribus, which means huntsmen in Latin. Usually they go by Venatoris. They would hang around our apartment and harass us when we left the house. They held up their five-point stars to ward off evil and would shout at my mother that she was a witch.”

“My God.” He couldn’t hold back his reaction.

“Yeah. Luckily, my own hair didn’t change until I was fifteen. By then I was old enough to stand my ground with these people. I had been doing so for years.” She waved a hand through the air. “But the point is that I don’t know for sure if my mother’s schizophrenia was strictly inherent in her biological makeup or exacerbated by these people driving her literally insane.”

“Is that a thing?” He had no idea.

“Yes. Unfortunately. Probably my mother was on that path anyway, but people can be pushed over the edge, and I’d say she was.”

“Does it matter? I mean… Does it matter what the cause was?” I’m not sure that came out right.

She shrugged. “Maybe. It might matter to me.”

Deacon frowned. “Oh, you’re worried about heredity.”

“Yes.” She tucked her hair behind her ear again. “But that’s not my current problem. My current problem is that I fled Virginia after my mother died so that I could escape the Venatoris who plagued me my entire life. And now they found me.”

Deacon gasped. “No.”

She nodded. “Yes. One of them was on my flight coming from Virginia. She recognized me during takeoff.”

“Shit.”

“Yeah.”

“When did this happen?”

“A month ago.” She met his gazes. “The day I stopped talking to you.”

Deacon swallowed and inched closer. “Why, Rae?”

She shrugged. “It’s overwhelming. Running into that bitch just brought back all kinds of concerns. I thought I had left that part of my life behind. The world isn’t exactly filled with assholes who harass people with a white streak in their hair. Hell, until today when I told Heather and now you that it isn’t dyed, no one even knew.”

“You told Heather?”

“Just that part.” She sighed. “Coincidence. She asked me why I bothered to dye it and then try to hide it all the time.”

“I didn’t notice you trying to hide it before today,” he pointed out.

She drew in a long breath. “When I moved here three years ago, I worked hard to get my head straight and shake myself of those crazy lunatics. I’ve even learned to embrace the white streak. People pay good money for them,” she joked half-heartedly.

He didn’t laugh. “So these crazy people… Are they bothering you again?”

“Yes. It’s insane. It took them less than a day to find me on social media and start harassing me. It’s only a matter of time before they figure out where I live.” She looked down. “I haven’t told Heather yet.”

“Jesus, Rae. That’s a lot of pressure. Why didn’t you just tell me?”

She dropped her shoulders and sighed. “My plate is full, Deacon. I’m always going to be looking over my shoulder my entire life. On top of that, I have to fucking worry about schizophrenia. I don’t date. Not seriously. I let myself get carried away with you, pretending I was a normal person for two entire weeks. It felt like life was reminding me that I’m not a normal person when that bitch showed up on my flight. My entire world crumbled during takeoff.”

“Rae… That must have been awful, but you are a normal person.”

She rolled her eyes. “Not even close. I’m a hotbed of messiness.”

“So let me get this straight. You refuse to get close to anyone because you’re worried about eventually developing a mental illness and some crazy people think you’re a witch?”

“Basically. Trust me. It’s the right decision. Even if I never succumbed to schizophrenia, I could pass on the genetic marker. I wouldn’t wish that on my worst enemy.”

“So you’re planning to keep people at arm’s length for your entire life on the off chance you might down the road need some medication? People live with schizophrenia.”

“My mother didn’t handle it well at all. I watched her decline until she finally died. She wasn’t very old either. Which honestly was probably a blessing. At least she doesn’t have to fight demons every day anymore.”

“I’m so sorry, Rae. I can’t imagine how difficult your childhood must have been. Your adulthood too apparently. How old are you?”

“Thirty-five.”

“Okay, so in the short run, you need a game plan in case these people find you.”

“I haven’t even told Heather. I feel bad that she just moved in with me and now this.”

“Well, as your friend, I advise you to tell Heather first. So she’ll be prepared. Just in case.”

“Yeah. I will. I just… It’s exhausting. I was hoping it would go away. Instead, it’s escalating.”

“Can’t the police do anything?”

She shrugged. “Not usually. The Venatoris are sneaky. I can file a restraining order, but that won’t stop them. Besides, restraining orders require names of actual people. I don’t know their names.”

Deacon closed the distance and took her hand in his. “You don’t have to fight these demons alone, Rae.”

“I do.”

“No. You don’t. You have friends. They will help. And I’m one of them.”

“I can’t ask that of you or anyone else. You don’t understand how overwhelming it can be. It doesn’t end. It just goes on and on forever. It’s not like I’m telling you I’m having surgery on Wednesday and I need a ride to the doctor next week. People are going to follow me around my entire life. I’m going to look over my shoulder every day of my life. And on top of that, I have to worry about mental illness. If I don’t end up crazy genetically, these people will drive me over the edge.”

“You’re not crazy, Rae.” He squeezed her hand. No wonder she was not herself. She was under a lot of pressure and trying to handle it on her own. No one person could be expected to manage all that by themselves. “Please. Let me in. Let me lighten the burden.”

When her shoulders started shaking, he pulled her forward into his embrace. He held her while the tears began to fall, grabbing a pile of tissues before knocking the box out from between them.

It felt good to have her in his arms again. He’d missed her. Of course, the last thing she needed was for him to insinuate he liked her as more than a friend. She couldn’t deal with that right now. So, he’d take a step back. Be what she needed.

It was the only choice he had right now. After all, he hadn’t been honest with her either a month ago. He had a pile of life challenges of his own that rivaled hers. No way in hell could he burden her with his issues. Eventually, he’d have to. Eventually, he’d have to tell everyone. But not yet. Certainly not today.

Right now, the kind, sweet, caring woman in his arms needed a hug, and that was all that mattered. One day at a time.
Becca Jameson. Takeoff: Open Skies, Book Five (Kindle Locations 209-274). Becca Jameson Publishing.

We learn a couple of things in the talk Deacon and Raeann have, one her mother is schizophrenic, and two she a crazy cult thinks she’s a witch because of a genetic white streak in her hair. While they haven’t done anything yet, she’s sure it’s coming. They never left her mother alone until she was hospitalized.

Then Deacon’s thoughts allude to a big problem of his own that he’s keeping a secret. Of course now all these terrible things are going through my mind.

When the cult escalates, damn do they escalate. They are able to get the police involved and Raeann starts staying with Deacon to be safe.

I love the way this story twists and turns, as we slowly get to know Deacon’s issue. Raeann and Deacon have a combustible attraction and when they come together it’s both sensuous and sizzling.

I really can’t wait to read 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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Charming Colton – Surrender Book 8 by Becca Jameson


Charming Colton
Surrender Book 8
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Becca Jameson

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Evelyn

I lead a very complicated and complex existence.
I’m a force to be reckoned with by day: pencil skirts and heels, totally professional.
In the evenings, I let myself be the little I am inside.
It doesn’t matter that I don’t have a Daddy for real.
I spend a few nights a week at Surrender setting up scenes to exercise my brat.
But now my life is in danger.
Letting Colton move in with me to protect me puts a cramp in my style.
How am I going to be myself around him and fulfill my own desires?
He’s not even a club member. And Colton is certainly not a Daddy.
Or maybe he just doesn’t realize it yet.

Colton

I’ve worked undercover for a long time. I’ve seen everything. Or…maybe not.
The gorgeous woman I’m assigned to protect has two sides.
I’ve always known I’m rather dominant, but a Daddy?
This is new to me. I need to play the role to keep her safe. It’s just for a few weeks.
I’m shocked when I tap into a side of me I never knew existed.
Evelyn tugs at my heart. Both her little and her adult.
It doesn’t take long to know she is mine.
Undercover work is not conducive to long-term relationships. Eve deserves more.
When this assignment is over, I’ll never see her again.
I’m treading on thin ice. Now what?

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If you are reading this series you will remember that in the last book Britney was saved from being a victim of human trafficking. While she is no longer in danger, they didn’t catch the people at the top of that particular food chain. Colton was part of that investigation and it’s how he met Davis.

In this book the police have received information that Evelyn may be the next target of the traffickers. Colton has discovered someone following her although he hasn’t been able to get a look at his face, and then there’s the guy Owen she appears to be seeing. It also appears they both are members of Club Surrender. In spite of his research he really couldn’t get a good picture of the club, this is where Davis might be able to help.

Evelyn is all very unaware of the things happening around her and the danger she’s in. That is all about to change with a meeting at Surrender.

This is a favorite scene.

I’m beyond curious as I enter Surrender. Julius called me in the middle of the day and asked if I could come by after work, so here I am, but why?

“Hey, Eve.” I’m even more confused and surprised when the man waiting for me just inside the club is Davis Marcum.

“Hi.” I glance around. No one else is here. The club isn’t open tonight. It’s only open Wednesday, Friday, and Saturday. Today is Monday. “What’s going on?”

He nods over his shoulder. “It’s complicated. We’ll explain upstairs in Julius’s office.”

“Okay…” I follow him, but now I’m concerned. And who is “we”? “Should I be worried?”

Davis glances at me, hesitating. “Honestly, I’m not sure.”

Well, shit. I keep up with him, my heels clacking on the hard floor as we cross the main room and head up the stairs. When we enter Julius’s office, he stands. As does another man I’ve never met before.

I shake Julius’s offered hand, but the other man takes my breath away. The only way to describe him is tall, dark, and handsome. I wonder if he’s a member of the club I’ve never met before, or perhaps a new member. Either way, I’m intrigued as Julius releases my hand and motions toward the stranger.

“This is Colton.”

Colton… He holds out a hand, and his firm handshake makes my heart race. Or maybe it’s the way his gaze meets mine. Serious but friendly. “Evelyn.”

“Please, call me Eve.”

He smiles, and the initial flutter turns into something more like a tremble. Seriously. I need to get a grip. Then I melt a bit when he says, “Please, call me Colt.”

My breath hitches at the way he repeats my words. He seems more like a Colton to me.

“Have a seat.” Julius motions toward an armchair as he resumes his spot across from me. Colt returns to his spot on the loveseat. Davis pulls up a chair from the small table.

“Who’s going to tell me what’s going on?” I ask.

“I am,” Colt says.

I shift my attention more fully toward him. This is the oddest assembly of people. Colt is a stranger. Julius, I’ve known for years since he’s the manager. And Davis is a member of the club, but I’ve never scened with him. We only know each other in passing. He has a serious girlfriend and doesn’t scene with other members anymore.

Colt clears his throat. His brow is furrowed. “I’m an undercover agent with the local police.”

I flinch.

“Don’t worry. You’re not in any trouble.” He offers a small smile to emphasize his words. “I’m investigating a human trafficking ring in the area, and I’m concerned that you’re on their radar.”

I gasp. My hand comes to my chest. “What? Why?”

“I wish I knew.”

“So, you think someone is planning to… what? Snag me off the street and sell me?”

“Essentially, yes. That’s my concern. There’s no way to sugarcoat it.”

My hands are shaking now and I fist them in my lap as I tuck my crossed legs closer to the chair. I suddenly feel vulnerable and scared. It’s not a feeling I relish. When I’m at Surrender, I’m usually in my little space, but I just left work. I’m totally out of sorts in my adult persona with a hint of my little peeking through. Adult Evelyn does not panic or cower. I lick my lips. “What the hell am I supposed to do with this information?”

“Let me protect you, basically. I’ve been watching you for a few weeks.”

I flinch again. “Seriously? I’ve never seen you.”

He smiles. “I’m good at my job. You weren’t supposed to see me.”

I narrow my gaze. “Wait. How closely do you follow me?” I flatten my palms on my thighs but grip them with my fingers. The thought of someone spying on me for two weeks is unnerving.

“Don’t worry. I’ve never been inside your apartment or anything. I’ve just kept an eye on you from a distance so far.”

“And now? Did something change?”

“Another man is also following you. I’ve spotted him several times. It concerns me. I’m worried he’s watching for a weakness in your routine. Right now, it’s too early in the investigation to be certain. I can’t be certain any lead I’m following is legit.”

“But you’re concerned enough to confront me,” I point out.

“Yes. It’s safer for you if you’re informed, and I’d rather not remain in the shadows anymore.”

I stare at him. “Do you know who’s following me?”

He shakes his head. “Not a clue. He wears a ballcap. I haven’t gotten a look at his face, but I will catch him eventually.” His voice is confident. So is his stance. This is not a man who fails.

I lean back in the chair, my breathing quick and shallow. “This is crazy.”

Davis speaks next. “Colt is going to start coming to the club on the nights you’re here.”

I glance at this undercover cop who had me clenching my legs together just five minutes ago and try to picture him in the club. “Do you have any experience with fetish clubs?”

He shakes his head. “No.”

I groan and lean back. “What a disaster.”

Davis speaks again. “I was thinking the two of you could come over to my place for dinner tomorrow night. Britney has agreed to help Colt understand our particular type of fetish so he isn’t blindsided.”

I rub my temples. I’m not embarrassed about my age play. Not when I’m around like-minded people. Not when I’m at the club or alone at home. But the thought of exposing that vulnerability to a stranger is unnerving. “How about I just don’t come to the club at all for a while?” I wince. “Except, shit. I have plans to meet Owen here Friday night. What am I supposed to tell him?”

Julius nods sympathetically. “You need to keep your routine the same, Eve. You should come to the club because it was already planned.”

I sit up straighter. “Why? So I can lure some madman in? Am I bait?” I jerk my attention to Colt, the man I’m now deciding maybe isn’t so sexy after all. Or, I tell myself that at least.

He shakes his head. “No. I would never use you as bait. But if someone is watching you, they might be inclined to move up their timetable if they think you’ve gotten suspicious. Like Julius said, you need to keep your routine the same for now.”

My head is starting to pound. I look toward Davis again. “What have you told him about me?”

Davis shakes his head. “Nothing yet. I wouldn’t break anyone’s confidence like that.”

“How did you get involved at all?”

Colt answers before Davis has a chance. “I met Davis last year when Britney was targeted for human trafficking.”

I jerk my attention back to Davis. “God, I never knew that.”

He nods. “It was over before Britney started coming to the club. She doesn’t like to talk about it.”

“I’m so sorry,” I tell him. How horrifying. I’m still confused though.

“Colton is good at his job, Eve. He helped save Britney’s life.”

I jerk my gaze back to the man who has put himself in charge of… keeping me alive?

Before I can ask another question, Colt speaks again. “I was in the booth next to you yesterday when you had lunch with your friend Leah.”

I think back. “Jesus. You listened to my conversation with Leah?”

“Yes.”

As my memory floods, my face heats. “We mentioned Davis.”

“Yes. Pure luck on my part that I happen to know Davis. I didn’t know he was a member of a club, but once you spoke of him, I knew I could ask him to help me out.”
Becca Jameson. Charming Colton: Surrender, Book Eight (Kindle Locations 282-346). Becca Jameson Publishing.

This book was a lot of fun since Colton really hasn’t identified as a Dominant let alone a Daddy Dom. In this one Evelyn lives her little nature the moment she enters her apartment, keeping her adult nature entirely separate and outside. Having Colton in her space is very difficult and him giving off dominant vibes makes it even more so.

There is lots of suspense intertwined with Colton learning about the BDSM lifestyle and helping Eve to not lose herself while he’s protecting her.

An interesting progression of this relationship as things heat up for not only Colton and Eve but also in the investigation.

While this may not be to everyone’s taste, I thoroughly enjoyed this book. It has a bit of everything, suspense, intrigue, laughter, tears and a simmer to sizzle romance.

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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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Standby – Open Skies Book 4 by Becca Jameson


Standby
Open Skies Book 4
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Shayla

It’s been months since she broke up with abusive ex-boyfriend, Hawke.
The man won’t leave her alone. He texts, calls, and now he’s stalking her.
She’s exhausted but too embarrassed to share her problem with anyone.
When Jake catches wind Shayla is in trouble, he moves her into his home.
She’s had her eye on him for over a year, but it’s hard to let down her guard.
So she agrees to a bet that keeps Jake at arm’s length.
But Hawke’s getting dangerous and she needs Jake’s help.

Jake

He should have asked Shayla out months ago, but she was always taken.
Now it makes his skin crawl that a pilot is stalking her.
The threatening messages Hawke sends her are very troubling.
Jake will do whatever it takes to stop the madness.
The game they play with each other means he can’t touch her.
But it’s hard to keep his hands to himself. He’s got to convince her she’s his.
And that hurdle could be harder than saving her life.

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Shayla made a big mistake when she started seeing senior pilot Hawke Richman. They never went out, they had hookups when they were in the same place. Shayla broke it off, but he won’t leave her alone. Everyone has noticed the changes in her and they’re worried about her. She won’t open up about it, not even to her closest friend. Friends who have heard the rumors Hawke is spreading.

Jake has wanted to go out with Shayla since they first met, but she was seeing someone so he really couldn’t make a play for her. He has a feeling they are perfect for each other. With that in mind he decides to find out the truth about what’s going on with her.

This is a favorite scene.

He liked that she was standing tall, trying to look tough. She was barely over a hundred pounds though and lacked four inches on him, especially in her bare feet. Still, she had his card, and he’d played it poorly.

He forced himself to relax his stance. “Can I come in?”

She sighed and considered his question for a moment before stepping back and letting him enter.

Progress.

He was torn. On the one hand, he wanted to demand that she tell him every detail of what the hell was happening with the fucking pilot she’d been dating. On the other hand, he wanted to pull her into his arms and feel her lithe body against his. That was unreasonable of course.

On top of that, it was incredibly distracting seeing her in so few clothes. Did she not realize he could see the outline of her breasts and the points of her nipples? Jesus. His dick was hard.

“You want coffee?” she asked over her shoulder as she headed across the living room toward the attached kitchen.

“No. I’m good.” He watched her fantastic ass as she walked away. The shorts were loose but still showed off her body. Not much was left to the imagination. He followed her like a magnet into the kitchen and leaned a hip against the counter as she fiddled with the Keurig.

“You’ve probably been up for hours, run ten miles, eaten some sort of green smoothie, and solved the world’s computer problems,” she joked. “But some of us are just now coming up for air.”

He chuckled. This was more like the Shayla he knew. Witty. “I only ran six miles this morning, and the computer problem I solved was my own, but the rest is pretty accurate.”

She rolled her eyes as she grabbed some kind of flavored creamer from the fridge and added it to her coffee. Salted caramel, he noted. After taking a long sip, she sighed. “I’ll be more human in about ten minutes, but…” She shot him a glare. “If you’ve come here to lecture me, I’m not interested.”

Jake drew in a breath and followed her as she wandered back to the living room. When she plopped down into an armchair, tucking her feet up under her, he lowered himself onto the sofa. “I’m worried about you,” he began.

“Don’t be. It will all blow ever eventually. I’m tough. I’ll live.”

Would she though? He wasn’t sure how bad the situation was, but he didn’t like a single word he’d heard from her friends about the fucking rumors being spread about her. Shit ranged from her being verbally abusive to a cock tease. He wasn’t buying either, and neither were her friends.

“Tell me what happened, Shayla.” He tried to keep his voice soft and calm instead of accusatory.

She took another sip of coffee. “I don’t really want to talk about it, Jake. I went out with a man I should have steered clear of, learned a lesson, and broke up with him. That’s all that matters. It’s over. If he wants to be a baby about it, let him. I’m strong. I’ll ignore the gossip.”

Jake leaned back and crossed one leg over the other. He watched her closely as she fiddled with her mug and kept her gaze lowered. Anywhere but on him. She wasn’t being fully honest. “You want to try that again, sweetheart?”

She flinched and glanced at him.

He decided to be blunt. “Look, I don’t know you as well as everyone else in our friend circle, but I’m sure you’re aware I’ve paid attention to you. If you hadn’t been dating someone else, I would have asked you out a long time ago. However, even though we’ve had only limited interaction, I noticed you aren’t yourself. The bubbly woman I’ve met several times was not at Kraft and Christa’s party the other night. You’re more reserved. You looked nervous and sad and pissed.”

She swallowed and looked away. He was hitting close to home.

“Maybe your posse bought your story last night, but I still don’t like it, and I suspect you weren’t completely forthcoming with them either.”

“It’s amazing how much you already know about what happened here last night.” She sighed.

“Don’t be mad at your friends. They’re just worried about you. Everyone is. Now talk to me.”

She tipped her head to the side. “Why on earth would I share incredibly personal information with a man I’ve been drooling over for more than a year? If I wasn’t interested in sharing with my closest friends, why would I talk to you?”

He couldn’t keep from smiling. “You’ve been drooling over me?”

She groaned.

He cleared his throat, forcing himself to stick to the issue at hand here, her safety. Maybe he was exaggerating the extent of her problem, but he didn’t like the vibe he got at all, and years in the Army had taught him to trust his gut. “Sometimes it’s harder to talk to the people we’re closest to. You don’t know me as well. Might be easier to dump on me. Plus, I’m sure you don’t want to worry your girlfriends.”

Shayla said nothing as she finished her coffee. She kept the mug in her hands, idly playing with the rim. Her gaze was locked on the mug, but he doubted she was seeing it. “Why are you being so pushy?” she finally asked. “Why on earth do you care? It’s not like there’s anything you or anyone else can do about it.”

He leaned forward, dropping his foot to the floor and setting his elbows on his knees. “I care because it’s in my nature. I care because I don’t like to see any woman being pushed around. I would care even if I didn’t know you. Also, I’ve drooled over you a bit too.”

She gave him a wan smile at that last part.

“You’re sexy and mysterious and fun and if I hadn’t been so busy with work for the last few months and had paid attention to the fact that you were no longer dating the pilot, I would have swooped in and asked you out. I’m sorry I haven’t done so yet. I’m here now.”

“As much as I’d love to go out with you, now’s not a great time. My energy is zapped from dealing with Hawke. I can’t possibly enter into a new relationship right now.”

“How long ago did you break up with him?”

“Three months ago.”

Jake cringed. “And he’s still bothering you?”

“Yep.” “Does he call? Text? Email?”

“All of the above.”

“How often?”

She drew in a breath and looked at him, seeming to try and decide how much she really wanted to share. “Every day, Jake.”

He nodded, forcing himself to remain calm so she would keep talking. “Why did you break up?”

“He was an asshole.”

“How? What kinds of things did he do?”

She sighed. “Look, I know you’re just trying to help, but I don’t want any help. I want to handle this my own way. It’s embarrassing and I’m not going to like the advice anyone has to give me.”

“Why? What’s wrong with advice?”

“Hawke Richman is a senior captain for Open Skies. He’s been with the airline twenty-five years. He’s a beloved employee who can do no wrong. There isn’t a single person within the company who would take my word over his. You’re a smart guy. You’ve seen how things are going in this country lately. When women speak up, they lose. They lose everything sometimes. They lose their jobs and often their self-esteem. They get chastised and treated like shit. I won’t let that happen to me. I love my job, and I don’t want to lose it over this. I’m going to wait him out. Eventually, he’ll give up and move on.”

Jake listened to every word carefully, knowing it was huge that she was revealing as much as she just did. He could read between the lines. Hawke Richman was a piece of shit. No doubt about it. Jake knew the stakes though. He’d seen it firsthand, unfortunately.

Yes. Jake understood exactly what Shayla was saying, and now wasn’t the time to point out to her that if she did nothing, Hawke would just do this again to some other woman. Shayla wasn’t in the mindset to absorb that or care. Not yet.

Jake made the split-second decision to share a personal story in hopes it would deepen Shayla’s trust in him. “Did you know I have a sister?”

Shayla shook her head, frowning.

“Shelly. She lives in Florida where my parents live. She was in an abusive relationship that lasted several years. It was incredibly hard for her to get out. Her ex gaslighted her every damn day. She couldn’t do anything right and he convinced her it was always her fault.

“If she’d started cooking earlier, his dinner would have been ready on time. If she hadn’t worn such a short skirt, other men wouldn’t have looked at her. If she’d done the laundry yesterday, his favorite shirt would be clean. On and on. Eventually, he beat her almost to death. The police called my parents from the hospital. Finally, she left him, but it took a lot of therapy for her to see the light.”

Shayla wiped a tear from her eye. “I’m so sorry, Jake.”

He held her gaze, his chest tightening. “I’m trying to point out that I understand abuse and gaslighting. It’s horrible. I suspect that’s what you’re going through and you’re too embarrassed to talk about it.”

Another tear fell and she looked away. He was hitting close to home, which had been his intention, but it also infuriated him to know some asshole was harassing Shayla.

“Did he hit you?” Jake forced himself to ask. He sat stiffly, torn between the desire to punch something or pull her into his arms. He would do neither.

Shayla swiped at tears from both eyes now. “Only once, and please, for the love of God, keep this between us. I don’t want my friends to know.”

“Okay. I promise. I won’t say a word. But let me help. Please.” Her situation was serious. No way would he accept no for an answer. A lump formed in his throat at the thought of what she’d been going through alone.
Becca Jameson. Standby: Open Skies, Book Four (Kindle Locations 159-237). Becca Jameson Publishing.

Once Shayla has opened up and lets him see the texts and listen to the voicemails, Jake is concerned for her safety. He talks her into staying with him while he figures out Hawkes motives. There’s no way this man hasn’t done this before and Shayla’s concerns about being fired must be the same reason no one else has said anything.

I love the way Jake and the guys handle this even as thing escalate.

Plenty of intrigue, some action and that simmer to sizzle romance I love so much!

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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, April’s Fool – SEALs in Paradise Holiday Edition Book 3 By Becca Jameson


Hot SEAL, April’s Fool
SEALs in Paradise
Holiday Edition Book 3
By
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Becca Jameson

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Ten years ago, he left her with no explanation. Now he’s back, and the sparks burn just as hot as they did in high school.

April might have been young, but she knew what love was. She and Cole were inseparable, voted most likely to marry. And then he vanished on the night she expected him to propose.

Joining the Navy had always been Cole’s plan. He’d intended to carry on a long-distance romance with his high school sweetheart. Nothing could ever come between them…until it did.

In this second chance, small-town romance the past collides with the present as Cole fights to save his family’s business and earn back the trust of the only woman he’s ever loved. Losing her a second time—for good—is out of the question.

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Cole isn’t happy to return to his hometown for his father’s funeral. They weren’t close and the relationship between him, his stepmother Amanda and stepbrother Jacob is non existent. He needs to settle his father’s estate, such that it is, he just hopes he can avoid the woman he left behind.

April is having one of those days, the code for the lock box of the house she was to show was wrong and now the client is angry and cancels the rest of the showings. Just when she thought her day couldn’t get worse, she ends up in a literal collision with her past.

This is a favorite scene.

In theory, the cup held sixteen ounces of liquid. In reality, that amount seemed to be more like a gallon now that she was doused with it.

“Oh my God. I’m so sorry,” a deep male voice stated as he held the door wider and took April’s elbow to help her step out of the doorway and fully onto the sidewalk.

When she lifted her gaze, her breath hitched and she stopped breathing. “Cole?”

“April?” He cringed. “Jesus. I’m so, so sorry,” he repeated. His gaze went to her blouse, and she followed it to see that her white lace bra was totally visible to anyone who was looking. And a lot of people were looking.

“Shit,” she murmured.

Cole took the empty cup from her hand, dropped it in the trashcan next to the outside tables, and then immediately removed his lightweight jacket and wrapped it around her shoulders. “I’d go inside and replace that for you, but the line looks long and you’re shivering and probably miserable. Can I drive you home? Or…”

She started shaking her head. This could not be happening. No way was Cole Landry standing in front of her suddenly today after ten years. “No thanks. I’ve got it.” She pushed past him and headed quickly toward her car. Obviously, this day could and would get worse. She just wanted to go home now. Fuck the coffee. Fuck the canceled client. And most of all, fuck Cole Landry.

She heard him following her even though the click of her heels on the concrete was loud and precise. “April. Wait up. Can we at least talk?”

When she reached her car, she yanked the door open and turned to face him. “No need.” She took off the jacket he’d draped over her and handed it back to him. “I’m fine. I’m going home.”

As she climbed behind the wheel and shut the door, he continued to talk and she ignored him. But then, the unthinkable happened. Again. The engine wouldn’t turn over. The car didn’t make a single noise when she turned the key. Not the first time and not the fifth time either.

Her shirt was soaked with brown sticky liquid. Her skin was pink and heated from the coffee. Her body still didn’t have caffeine running through its veins. And now her car wouldn’t start. She was close to tears, and the last thing she needed was for Cole Fucking Landry to see her looking weak.

Her heart raced as she stared out the windshield, trying to think of what to do.

Suddenly, her door opened and Cole leaned toward her. “Let me drive you home,” he stated in a soft voice. “It’s the least I can do. I’ll have someone from the shop come check out your car.”

Cole’s family owned Landry’s— the local mechanic’s shop. His dad, Marcus Landry, had opened it before Cole was born, and she was pretty sure Cole’s brother, Jacob, worked there with his father. Cole certainly didn’t. He’d taken off for the Navy the moment they’d graduated from high school, and as far as April knew, he’d never returned. In fact, what was he doing here now?

There was no denying she was in a bind, but the thought of going anywhere with Cole did not sit well. She glanced at him. “I can get an Uber.”

His brow furrowed. “Come on. Let me help. I don’t need to be anywhere right now. I obviously ruined your day. Let me at least drive you home.”

She blinked at him. The man was ten years older than the last time she’d seen him, and Lordy but he was taller, broader, and sexier than ever. Damn him. He’d made her panties melt in high school and he still did now. Asshole.

She took a deep breath. “Fine.” Grabbing her purse, she climbed back out of the car and accepted the jacket that he once again draped around her shoulders.

The day was sunny and warm, but not warm enough for a wet shirt, so she was shivering now that the coffee had cooled against her skin. She grasped the edge of his jacket and held it closed over her see-through blouse as she reluctantly followed him to a black SUV parallel-parked four cars down from hers.

Cole, the gentleman version of him, set a hand on her lower back and guided her toward the passenger side of his car. After shutting the door, he jogged around the hood and climbed into the driver’s side.

She sucked in a breath the moment they were sealed in together. The SUV wasn’t big enough for both of them. The air shifted, and she suddenly wished she’d declined and called an Uber.

He turned to face her after starting the engine.

“What?” she asked, sounding snarkier than she intended. After all, he was doing her a favor.

He lifted a brow and shot her a half-grin. “You’re going to have to tell me where we’re going, ladybug.”

She flinched. “Don’t call me that.” No one had called her that in ten years. He’d assigned the nickname to her their sophomore year of high school when she’d dressed as a ladybug for Halloween.

He sighed.

She pointed out the windshield. “Take the second left. I live in The Groves apartments.”

“Ah, right. I remember where those are.” He pulled away from the curb and headed in that direction, his hands gripping the steering wheel. He glanced at her every once in a while, but he didn’t say anything until they arrived. “Which building?”

“Building A.”

Instead of dropping her off out front like she would have preferred, he parked in a spot and exited the car, rounding it to open her door.

She slid to the ground, still awkwardly gripping his jacket around her. “Thanks for the ride. I’m fine now.” She started to lower the jacket once again, intending to hand it to him, when he stopped her.

“Please, April.” His voice was low. “Let me walk you to your apartment. I mean, let me stay for a while. I’d like to catch up. If you have time. Were you on your way to work? Did I make you late?”

She sighed. She wished she was the sort of person who could lie and tell him she was indeed in a huge hurry to change and get to work. Instead, she blew out a breath. “My appointments were canceled for the day, but I don’t want to hold you up either. You can go.”

He shook his head. “I’m free this morning.” He turned toward the building with a hand on the small of her back and started walking. His touch was possessive. At one time in their lives, she would have killed for him to touch her so intimately, but not anymore. Now, his hand seemed to be burning a hole through his jacket and her blouse.

“Didn’t Bobby Roberts live in these apartments? I think you and I made out once between buildings B and C. It was cold as heck that night, but you let me reach under your shirt anyway.” He wiggled his eyebrows. “And who names their kid Robert Roberts, anyway,” he rambled.

She glanced at him. Was he seriously joking right now? He’d always been a jokester, often to the point of annoying her, but it seemed like his current motive was nerves. Good. Let him be nervous. He deserved it.

She let him follow her into the building and to the second floor because she couldn’t think of another option. She figured it might be easier to get rid of him after she’d changed clothes and could look him in the eye without worrying about him seeing every outline of her bra.

And why on earth did it matter if he saw her bra or not? He’d seen every bra she owned ten years ago, most often on the floor of her childhood bedroom. He’d seen her naked more times than she could count.

But that was then. This was now. She wasn’t interested in sharing an inch of her skin with Cole Landry today.

When they reached her door, she pulled out her key and opened it with shaking hands, the jacket parting so she could do so. Once again, she tried to blow him off, and once again, he ignored her, pushing her door open and guiding her inside.

He seemed bossier than he had been ten years ago. A man who got what he wanted, and apparently he wanted to enter her apartment.

“Go change,” he insisted. “I’ll wait here, and then I’ll take you to lunch.”

She flinched as she looked at him again. “That’s not necessary.”

“I know it’s not, but it’s the least I can do after ruining your coffee.”

“Cole, you don’t have to do this. I’m fine. You drove me home. I don’t need lunch.” She had no interest in sitting across from him at a restaurant making small talk today or any other day. In fact, she cringed inwardly at the memory of the last time she’d seen him, the time he’d told her he would pick her up at seven to take her to dinner. He hadn’t shown up that night, and she’d never forgiven him.

He closed his eyes for a moment as if he needed to rein in his frustration. Good. She didn’t care if she totally pissed him off. “Go change, April.”

She humphed as she spun around and headed for her bedroom. As soon as she closed the door, she leaned against it and took several deep breaths. What a disaster.
Becca Jameson. Hot SEAL, April’s Fool: SEALs in Paradise (Kindle Locations 124-193). Becca Jameson Publishing.

The years almost seem to drop away as Cole and April talk, he impresses her with the details he remembers from their time together. Even though she wants to hate him, she can’t deny he was always the only one for her.

Cole’s family on the other hand are truly a piece of work, his stepbrother doesn’t care about the business and his stepmother only wants him to fix all her financial problems.

Cole faces many problems once he meets with the lawyer, but he also learns more about the father who was so critical of him.

He also needs to win back April, he made the biggest mistake in his live when he left her all those years ago.

Laughter, tears, some action and the perfect amount 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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Nurturing Britney – Surrender Book 7 By Becca Jameson


Nurturing Britney
Surrender Book 7
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Britney

I’m a stripper by night while I live plain and under the radar by day.
A gal has to do whatever’s necessary to make ends meet.
My boss has maintained a hands-off policy for me, but now I know why.
I’ve been sold. My innocent looks. My petite frame. My virginity. I’m a commodity.
I’m on the run. I’m used to living a tough life. I’ve done it since I was born.
When Davis takes me in, he offers protection, solace, relief.
He offers a chance to experience the things I missed out on.
He offers to be my Daddy Dom. I’m his little now. I’ve never been happier.
But my boss is looking for me. He’ll stop at nothing to find me.
Even if I could escape that fact, how long can I find comfort in being Daddy’s little girl?

Davis

I left the military and moved to Seattle to join my buddies at Black Blade Protection.
I left behind my little. We were growing apart. We wanted different things.
I spend my days and nights protecting people. Providing security.
I’m not prepared to be knocked on my ass by a sprite of a woman who can’t meet my gaze.
She’s the entire package—cute and sexy with big blue eyes and hair down to her butt.
She needs my help, but it’s impossible to ignore her tendencies as a little.
She’s vulnerable and alone. Nightmares yank her out of her sleep.
She’s also precious and gracious and has me wrapped around her finger.
I should keep my hands to myself. She doesn’t know about my world.
The choice is ultimately hers, but first I have to destroy her buyer and end the threat to her life.

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This book opens with Davis arriving at the Safe Harbor Animal Shelter, he’s there to update the alarm system. It’s really early and he notices a strange car in the lot. He’s more than a little surprised to see a young woman asleep in the driver’s seat. The young woman, Britney works at the shelter, but there is something else going on. A conversation with Cindy and Charles reveals she quit her other job and decided to catch some sleep before her shift here. What Davis notices though, is the fact she isn’t dressed for this job and she’s scared.

After more discussion it’s decided that she would be safest at Davis’ and he could protect her from anyone who might mean her harm. I loved the way he helps her get settled in his home, but takes no nonsense when it comes to finding the truth of things.

This is a favorite scene.

He pulls out a pink bathroom rug and then sweeps the rejected remainder into yet another bag before nodding toward the bedroom door. “Come on. Let’s talk.”

I follow him, dreading this conversation. My head is spinning from the oddest ten minutes of my life and now I’m going to have to reveal a few things I’d rather not discuss.

Davis doesn’t seem like the kind of man you lie to. Nor does he seem like he will accept half a story. He’s not going to get the entire thing out of me though. Right?

He points at the couch. “Sit.”

I drop down in the exact spot he’s indicated, watching his huge frame as he heads for the refrigerator. He returns moments later with two bottles of water. After handing me one, he speaks again. “We’ll get dinner in a bit, but I want you to tell me exactly what’s going on first.”

I sigh and look down to fiddle with the plastic wrapper on the water bottle.

He drops down onto the coffee table, facing me, inches away.

I lift my gaze, surprised by his choice of seating. Yeah, he’s intense.

When I don’t speak, he starts for me. “So, you were working at the Sky Lounge. How long?”

“A year.” That’s an easy question.

He nods. “Were you a dancer?”

I flush and look down. “Yes.”

He lifts my chin with two fingers and meets my gaze. “No reason to be embarrassed. Not judging you. Just trying to understand.”

I swallow. There is no way to avoid the embarrassment. I’m a stripper.

“Why do you have two jobs?” he asks.

I draw in a breath. “I started working at the shelter recently. I really would have liked to be able to quit at the Lounge, but the truth is that I can’t make that kind of money doing something else.”

He frowns. “Why work at the animal shelter at all if you weren’t going to quit the Lounge? You’ve got to be exhausted. When do you sleep?”

I sigh and offer him a partial smile. “I sleep a few hours in between each job.”

“And my first question?”

I draw in a breath. Might as well just tell him the honest truth. “I was losing myself at the Lounge. I wanted to do something during the day that made me feel more… real. Something where I would interact with regular people who aren’t there to, uh…” I shouldn’t have said that much.

“To what, Britney?” He leans closer, his elbows on his knees.

I lift my gaze. “To stare at my tits and drool. Happy?”

He closes his eyes. “Sorry.”

“It’s okay,” I whisper. “You asked.” He reaches out for one of my hands and clasps it in his. It happens so fast that I think he shocked himself. He strokes the backs of my knuckles tenderly and then releases me. Sitting up taller again, he continues, “So what happened last night?”

I run a hand through my hair and tuck it behind my ear. “I went in at my regular time to get changed and ready to work, but as I was heading to the dressing room where all the girls get fixed up, I heard my name coming from my boss’s office. I should have kept going, but something made me hesitate. I stood silently in the hallway and listened to my boss talking to another man.”

I squeeze my eyes shut at the memory and shudder deeply.

Davis sets his hand on my arm and strokes gently. “It’s okay. You’re totally safe now. Go ahead.”

Am I? I don’t think so. “I didn’t like the way they were talking about me. Freaked me out. So, I backed up silently and left the building. I was too shook up to go back to my apartment, and the next thing I knew I was in the parking lot of the shelter. Seemed like my best option until I could think and regroup.”

He nods and gives me a few moments to draw in several deep breaths. “What did they say, Britney?” His voice is kind but firm.

I flatten my palm on my forehead, my stress level rising. “Surely I’m overreacting and I misunderstood.”

“Britney…” he warns. His voice is softer when he speaks again. “What did they say, sweetie?”

I look at him. Why is he being so nice? His gaze is intense. Deep brown eyes stare back at me. Somehow, I know I can trust this man. Somehow, I know he won’t laugh at me or tell me I’m crazy. I draw in a slow breath. “My boss was telling the other man…” I just can’t get the words out. I don’t want to speak them out loud.

Davis slides his hand down my arm to clasp mine again. He holds it against my thigh and waits.

I find the strength. “He said he had a buyer…” I swallow, that word stuck in my throat, blocking me from continuing.

“A buyer for what?” Davis asks gently.

“Me.”

Davis stiffens. He doesn’t even blink for a long time. Finally, I break our stare and look down at our combined hands. I grip his, grateful for the connection. I know I need to give him more and I find the will because he hasn’t tried to tell me I must be mistaken.

“My stage name is Cotton Candy. He gave it to me the first night I was there. That was the first thing I heard when I reached the doorway. So, I froze. He proceeded to tell the other man that his buyer was looking for a younger girl, but he knew I would fit the requirements because I’m small and look younger.”

Davis gives my hand a squeeze, silently encouraging me to continue.

I’m talking to my lap, unable to meet his gaze. I feel dirty and humiliated. “I didn’t recognize the other man’s voice, so I assume he isn’t a regular client. I didn’t see him either. My boss described me perfectly. Long hair. Petite. Youthful. Pure. Small tits.” I let that last crude word fade away and I shudder, everything suddenly too overwhelming. I still haven’t let myself fully process this shit.

Suddenly, Davis is beside me. He wraps his large arm around me and pulls me into his side. His hand comes to the back of my head and presses my cheek against his chest. He rocks me. “I’m so sorry. That must have scared the hell out of you.”

I nod, holding my breath so that I don’t cry. I don’t want to cry on this stranger’s chest.

He’s so solid and comforting. I can’t help but wrap my arm around him and fist his shirt in my hand, holding on tight to the first man who’s ever made me feel even half of what I feel right now.
Becca Jameson. Nurturing Britney: Surrender, Book Seven (Kindle Locations 295-346). Becca Jameson Publishing.

Their conversation opens a whole can of worms, and Davis calls in reinforcements. He’s taking no chances with Britney’s safety.

I loved the way Davis knew what things were necessary from her apartment, including the stuffed bunny, even though the place was tossed. The relationship that slowly begins to form is something Britney needs but so does Davis. I loved the small yet large steps in the process of introducing his world to her all while keeping her safe.

Plenty of suspense as Davis and his boss Blade look for the right clues to get everyone involved in this highly illegal operation. There are more than just a couple of surprises in this book and I loved seeing Roman and Lucy again too, Lucy is so important to so many learning the ropes of this kink.

I wonder if there might be a new series coming with Blade’s team, I know I’d love that. Although, I really can’t wait for the next book in this series either!

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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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Nonstop – Open Skies Book 3 By Becca Jameson


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Open Skies 3
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Rebekah

Life has dealt her a difficult hand, making it hard for her to trust men.
She’s introverted and shy and has only dated a few guys.
Dating leaves her tongue-tied and nervous. It’s not worth it.
When her friends set her up with Bracken, she can’t help but give him a chance.
He’s older. Confident. Kind. Patient. Trustworthy. The entire package.
Can she open up to him and share her dark secrets?
A hostage situation on a previous flight has left her afraid to go back to work.
Perhaps she should have listened to her gut.
What are the chances her next flight would end in a hijacking?

Bracken

After twenty years in the Army, Bracken has retired.
He works part time for his buddy, but only as a diversion.
No way will he turn down a blind date arranged by his friends.
He’s had his eye on Bex for a while. She’s exactly his type.
He doesn’t mind a bit that he has to coax a conversation out of her.
She has him wrapped around her finger in less than an hour.
But she has skeletons, and he’s not sure he can drag them out of her closet.
She also has a rightfully earned fear of flying that he shouldn’t have ignored.
Now he has to stop a hijacker and pray she will forgive him for putting her in danger.

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In the last book, Christa and Bex aka Rebekah were involved in the takedown of a human trafficker in which Christa was taken hostage as Bex looked on helpless. They are both on leave and doing the required counselling to deal with the aftermath.

This book opens at Christa and Kraft’s. Christa and Bex are making scones while the guys watch a baseball game. Well at least Kraft is watching, Braxton is watching Bex.

Bex knows this is supposed to be a setup but she’s so shy and introverted that nothing is going to proceed quickly or so she thinks. Braxton is far more extroverted and hopes he can draw her out of her shell.

Braxton decides he needs water to go with his scones and follows her to the kitchen where she begins cleanup. As they sort of chat he decides to take a chance.

This is a favorite scene.

He watched her move around the kitchen, putting things away, loading the dishwasher, wiping the counters. “You’re meeting with a counselor, right? Someone from the airline?”

She nodded. “Yep. It’s mandatory.”

“How much time do you get to take off?”

“Four more weeks.”

He wasn’t sure if she was avoiding his gaze because it was her natural inclination or if she didn’t like to discuss this subject. It was hard to read her, and he didn’t know her well enough to be sure. Or hell, maybe she didn’t really care for him.

He continued to watch her, pondering his options. Everything about her made his heart rate pick up. She was exactly the kind of woman he was attracted to. Cute, shy, petite. But damn, she was young. This was probably a bad idea, but he decided to go for it. “Have dinner with me.”

She flinched and then lifted her gaze. For a moment, he thought she might turn him down, but then she swallowed. “Okay. When?”

“Tonight.” He glanced over his shoulder at the lovebirds on the couch and then returned his gaze to Bex. “Now. They won’t even notice if we leave,” he joked.

Bex’s eyes got big and she glanced down at herself. “I’m not exactly dressed for a, um, date.”

“I think you look perfect. We can keep it casual. Do you like Mexican? I know a place that’s totally laid back.” He wasn’t dressed any different from her. Jeans. Black T-shirt. Vans.

She chewed on that lower lip again, holding his gaze, thinking. “I guess I could do that.” She looked over his shoulder toward the living room. “They certainly won’t notice us missing, will they?” She smiled.

Damn, he loved her smile.

He slid off the barstool and pulled his keys from his pocket, returning her smile as he dangled them from his fingers. “Bet we can walk right out the garage door and they won’t even flinch.”

She giggled. Even better than her smile. Her hands went to her hair. “I’m a mess, Bracken.”

The sound of his name coming from her lips was musical. “You look perfect.”

She turned around and grabbed a small purse from near the back door. “Give me two seconds.”

He watched her fantastic ass as she fled toward the bathroom.

When Kraft cleared his throat, Bracken begrudgingly faced his friend. “You two have fun,” he teased.

Christa was grinning. Her cheeks were red. Not surprising. Her skin was so fair that her cheeks reddened up easily. Bracken didn’t even want to think about where Kraft’s hands were on his girlfriend. He couldn’t see well over the top of the couch.

“Don’t say a word,” Bracken warned, glancing toward the hallway.

“Wouldn’t dare.” Luckily the two of them went back to cuddling and pretended to be completely unaware as Bex reemerged from the bathroom.

Her hair was down now, the glossy waves brushed out. There was no longer any evidence of flour on her face or shirt. She took a deep breath as she approached. “Should I follow you in my car?” she whispered conspiratorially.

He shook his head. “We can come back for it later.”

“Okay.” He set a hand on the small of her back and guided her toward the side door. He wouldn’t even be able to say who was playing in the baseball game he’d come to watch, let alone the score. Who the hell cared?
Becca Jameson. Nonstop: Open Skies, Book Three (Kindle Locations 117-144). Becca Jameson Publishing.

A successful dinner and several dates occur before we realize so much more is going on with Bex. The incident on the plane has triggered something from in her past.

I loved Braxton’s patience with Rebekah and also the fact he uses her full name. Their slow but steadily growing relationship is perfect for the situation. Which makes this so much more than just simmer to sizzle, and of course the envelope gets pushed in more ways than one.

I can’t wait to read the next book in this series and I really hope Raeann gets one too!

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Honoring Hudson – Surrender Book 6 By Becca Jameson


Honoring Hudson
Surrender Book 6
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Cindy

I work at the front desk at Surrender, but it’s just a job. I don’t play in the club.

After seven years, I know all the members and I’m familiar with every sort of kink. Including mine.

Master Hudson is new, and he spends a lot of time flirting with me.

I know he likes me, but I can’t fall for him. I won’t. I have too much baggage.

No one can ever know my secrets. I’ll never reveal my little side.

Not even to Master Hudson. I won’t take the risk. Not with anyone.

No matter how much I crave a Daddy of my own.

Hudson

She catches my eye the first time I enter the club.

She’s mysterious and sweet and nervous and a little OCD.

I don’t know her secrets, even after chipping away at her walls for months.

But I’m half in love with her the first time she submits to me.

When her world comes crashing in, I’m there for her.

Then I see the inside of her closet and my heart stops.

She’s mine, and I’ll do whatever it takes to convince her to be my little.

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Master Hudson has been flirting with Cindy for months, spending as much time with her as he can each night the club is open without looking suspicious.

Cindy is the receptionist for Surrender, she’s never played there although as an employee she has a full membership. She likes that Hudson always stops and talks to her for a while before entering the main club. On this particular occasion he asks how school is going and Cindy is a bit upset. It seems she can’t get a grasp on Calculus the last course she needs to graduate. Fortunately that’s a subject Hudson knows well and he offers to tutor her. She accepts his offer and almost backs out, but she knows it’s her only chance to pass the course.

Now Cindy is attracted to him and she thinks he’s attracted to her as well. It definitely takes a bit of courage to ask him to dominate her at Surrender.

This is a favorite scene.

Her words have made no sense, but I won’t pressure her. She’s given me a big chunk. “How long ago did you get divorced?”

She flinches. “I didn’t.”

My heart stops.

My expression must freak her out because she shakes her head rapidly and speaks again. “He died.”

“Oh.” A ten-ton weight lifts off my shoulders. “When was this?”

“Seven years ago.”

Okay. So, her husband died seven years ago and she’s still hesitant to date? “Have you dated since then?”

“No.”

I nod. Jesus. Mercy.

She pulls her chin from me and lowers her face again, though she doesn’t remove her hand from mine. “I’m a hot mess, Hudson.”

“You’re human. It’s okay that you have issues. People do.” I wonder if whatever led her to be the woman she is today is even something I can deal with. I have no experience with abused women. Though she did insist she wasn’t abused.

She reaches for her bag without looking. “I should go. I need to think.” She finally tugs her hand free, but as she does so, her bag tips forward and several items fall out. “Shit,” she mutters, stuffing things back into it from the top of the table.

I would help, but I don’t want to upset her by getting more in her space than I already am, so I watch. And then a pencil rolls across the table as she reaches for it. I grab it. It’s pink, with some kind of design on it, and I glance down to see unicorns.

I smile. “Unicorns?”

She snatches it and stuffs it into her bag. “It’s just a pencil. I grabbed it from a drawer at work one day and forgot to put it back.”

I hold up both hands, palms open in defense. “Hey, I have nothing against unicorns. I just thought it was funny.”

“Well, it’s not. It’s nothing. Just a pencil.”

Why is she being so defensive? It’s not necessary. I don’t care about her pencil. I wish I hadn’t said anything now.

She scoots out of the booth and stands.

I follow her, frustrated with myself and my reactions to her.

As she rushes toward the front door, I stay on her heels. It’s pouring down rain outside, and she mutters a fuck under her breath.

I grab her shoulders from behind and turn her around. “Cindy, slow down. Talk to me.”

“I did. I said too much. I shouldn’t have. I shouldn’t have kissed you either.”

“Well, you did. And I’m not sorry. I liked it. I’m hoping you’ll do it again sometime. Meanwhile, let me drive you home. It’s raining. You’re not going to walk tonight.” This has been an ongoing argument between us. Cindy walks everywhere when she meets up with me. I offer to drive her home every time, and she turns me down. It’s a ritual.

She shakes her head. “I’ll be fine.”

“Yep. In my car. We’re not having this argument tonight. You’re going to get in my car and let me drive you home.” I lift a brow, daring her to argue further. It’s fucking raining. I’m not about to let her walk.

Her shoulders drop. “Okay.”

Okay? My heart picks up its pace. That was easier than expected. I squeeze her shoulders. “Stay right here. I’ll pull the car up.”

She nods.

I leave her there, though I half-expect her to bolt the moment I’m out the door. I’m pretty sure I hold my breath during the short jog to my Lexus, and every second of the trip back to the entrance.

I finally exhale as Cindy opens the door and rushes over to get in my car. She tucks her bag between her feet and puts her seatbelt on before facing me. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome. You’re going to have to tell me where you live now.” I smile at her.

She shivers and then rattles off her address.

I drive there without saying much. I don’t want to make things worse. She’s flustered. When I pull up to her apartment building a few minutes later, I put the car in park. “Don’t suppose you’d let me walk you inside?”

She shakes her head. “Not a chance. Nice try. But I would like to ask you another favor.” She chews on her bottom lip.

“Anything.” And by God, I mean it. I can’t imagine any request from her that I would turn down.

She hesitates, meeting my gaze, fidgeting, thinking, opening and closing her mouth. Whatever it is, it’s important to her.

I don’t move a muscle or try to rush her, though I am worried she might change her mind and get out of my car without making her request.

Finally, she takes a deep breath. “Would you mind dominating me some night? At the club I mean.”

I’m blown away. In fact, I’m not sure I’ve heard her correctly. Did she just ask me to dominate her?

She wrings her hands together and continues. “It’s too much to ask, isn’t it? You can say no. I shouldn’t have put you on the spot like that. I just—”

I stop her with a hand to her cheek. “Cindy, I’d be honored. You have to know that. How about tomorrow night?” I don’t want to give her too much time to change her mind.

She chews that lip again before I use my thumb to pluck it from between her teeth. “Tomorrow?”

I nod. “Why not?”

“It’s just so… It’s tomorrow.”

I smile. “Yes. Tomorrow is tomorrow. I’ll talk to Roman and get someone to cover for you for half an hour, okay?”

She swallows. “No. I mean I shouldn’t ask him to do that. I didn’t think about that problem. It’s my job.”

“You get breaks. And I’m betting you haven’t taken many of them in the seven years you’ve been there,” I point out.

She leans into my palm. “True.”

“It’s settled then. I’ll see you tomorrow.” I boldly lean toward her, urging her to meet me in the middle, and then I kiss her. Gently. Eyes open. Reverently. I want her to think about this kiss as she goes to bed tonight.

When I release her, she scrambles to get out of the car, shuts the door, and jogs to the front of her apartment building without looking back.

I sit there for several minutes, trying to process what has just happened. She just asked me to dominate her. I don’t have the first clue what she expects. But by God, I’m going to figure something out.

I want to know more about her. I want to know everything. As I stare at her five-story apartment building, a light comes on four floors up and to my left. I wonder if that’s her arriving at her unit? I wish she had let me walk her to her door, but it’s probably best that she didn’t. I’m not sure how long I can continue to be a gentleman after the evening we’ve had.
Becca Jameson. Honoring Hudson: Surrender, Book Six (Kindle Locations 261-315). Becca Jameson Publishing.

Submitting to Hudson wasn’t going to be a one time thing and Cindy and Hudson start going on real dates as well. Hudson knows there’s something more she’s hiding but he’s willing to wait until she tells him what it is.

When Cindy’s past comes to the door of Surrender in the form of Davis Marcum who’s apparently come for a tour of the club. She panics and runs home. When Hudson arrives and finds she’s left without taking her bag or her phone he’s concerned and decides to bring her things to her.

This is when Hudson learns her secret, she’s a closet little with an imaginary Daddy/Dom.

Hudson is the perfect Daddy/Dom for Cindy, even if at first he feels he has some big shoes to fill. He gets it and even with some changes she invents for situations he’s loving, attentive and strict.

There’s challenges of course and this is a journey for both of them. I think this is my favorite book of the series so far.

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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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Redeye – Open Skies Book 2 by Becca Jameson


Redeye
Open Skies Book 2
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Christa

A harmless blind date with a buff Alpha formerly with Delta Force.
But then he kissed her, and rocked her foundation.
A week later when her apartment lease falls through, she’s in his home. In his life.
But she’s not the only woman who has her eye on him, and her competition doesn’t play fair.
Plus, the man throws mixed signals every time she’s in his arms.
No matter how hard she’s fallen for him, she’s not sure she can tolerate much more.
Meanwhile, her airline has put all flight attendants on alert for human trafficking.
When a suspicious group of teen girls catches Christa’s attention, she must act fast.
The last thing she expects is to end up as a hostage in a tense situation.

Mack

He agreed to take her out because she was smoking hot.
He hadn’t meant to fall for her.
She’s far too innocent for someone like him. The very definition of vanilla.
It takes every ounce of restraint to keep himself from taking things too fast.
How long can he deny his Alpha tendencies? What if he tamps them down and never tells her?
When it all blows up in his face, he’s not sure she will ever speak to him again.
Before he has a chance to beg her forgiveness, she falls hostage to a madman on her flight.
Rescuing her is his first priority.
Convincing her to give him another chance is second on the list.

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What started out as almost a joke, has us seeing yet another of Destiny’s friends going on a blind date with one of Trent’s now retired teammates. Libby and Jason started it all in ‘Layover’, now it’s Christa’s turn. Mack ‘Kraft’ Carter had danced with the blonde beauty at Trent and Destiny’s wedding, now he’s going on a date with her. He’s also going to make a whole lot of assumptions about her during this date. Ones that had me laughing and wondering if he’d ever admit to his thoughts.

They have an awesome first date getting to know one another, I could feel the chemistry clicking in.

This is a favorite scene at the end of the date.

For the first time since she could remember, Christa was actually disappointed when Mack pulled up back at her condo. She’d had a great time. He was funny and friendly and so very gorgeous. She’d had trouble keeping her eyes off him. Plus, she thought he’d enjoyed her, too.

He walked her to the door, and even took her keys from her and opened her front door. It was quiet inside. The only light came from a small end table lamp Libby had left on before she’d gone to Jason’s where she slept most nights these days. Thus the reason she was moving in with him, and Christa was moving to a smaller apartment she could afford on her own.

Mack stepped inside with her without saying anything, which pleased her and made her wonder if he might stay a while.

“Can I get you something to drink?” she asked as she tossed her purse onto the couch.

“No, thank you. I won’t stay. I know you have to work the next three nights.” He approached her slowly, holding out a hand to grab hers when he got closer. His voice was deeper as he pulled her against him and cupped her face with his other hand, threading his fingers in her hair. “I only came inside because I didn’t want to kiss you on the porch.”

She drew in a breath as he lowered his face, parting her lips before his landed on hers. The kiss was sweet and soft and warm and gentle and so very nice. And then he stepped even closer, releasing her hand to slide his to her lower back. He hauled her against him and deepened the kiss, angling her head so that he could dip his tongue inside and stroke hers.

She grabbed his waist and held on, afraid if she didn’t, she might sway too far to one side and fall. Damn, he could kiss. Her breasts felt heavy and tight in her bra as he dragged his thumb back and forth against her cheek.

When he slid his hand down to cup her butt, she smoothed hers up to his shoulder blades. Best kiss ever, hands down. She never wanted it to end. And for a long time, it didn’t.

By the time he eased back and released her lips, they were both gasping for oxygen. He held her gaze, slowly smiling before he asked, “Panty-melting?”

Her cheeks heated several degrees as she returned his smile. “Definitely.” She was surprised and impressed that he’d remembered that comment from earlier.

“Good. Wouldn’t be worth going out with me a second time if I didn’t meet that criterion.”

Damn, he was blunt. She had told him she wouldn’t marry a man who didn’t make her panties melt. It shocked her he would bring that up again. No one ever discussed such a thing on the first date. Was he just slick and toying with her? Or was he seriously into her?

“I should go,” he stated without moving an inch.

She licked her lips, considering telling him he most certainly shouldn’t. But her stupid brain and common sense stepped in and reminded her that inviting him to her bed on the first date could spell disaster. It seemed like most women rarely went out a second time with a guy they gave it all up for the first night. She didn’t want to be that woman. She wanted to see him again.

He winked at her and finally eased back. “I’ll see you Saturday for the move.”

She nodded. Saturday seemed so far away. He would be there first thing that morning, as well as several other guys to help with the move. She could wait that long. She had no choice. She needed to work all three nights between now and then, and she still had packing to do.

He slid his hand into hers and pulled her behind him as he walked toward the door. When he spun around, he cupped the back of her head and kissed her again. Hard. Fast. Heated. “Saturday,” he repeated, his voice husky.

“Saturday,” she mimicked yet again.

He turned around, opened the door, and stepped outside. “Lock your door behind me, Christa.”

She smiled. Why did that one statement make her all kinds of hot? “I will,” she murmured. She watched him walk back toward his SUV and waved as he ducked inside. Finally, she shut and locked the door.

For a long time, she simply leaned against it, smiling from ear to ear.

“Holy shit, that was hot,” she whispered to the empty room.
Becca Jameson. Redeye: Open Skies, Book Two (Kindle Locations 233-265). Becca Jameson Publishing.

Moving day for Libby and Christa brings a startling surprise for Christa. Apparently the apartment she was supposed to rent wasn’t vacated and the tenant signed a new lease. This leaves her without a place to stay. Now of course Mack isn’t going to let her get a hotel or anything, he has a guest room. Although he’d like her in his bed, he wasn’t going to rush into this and scare her away.

Christa on the other hand doesn’t want to impose, but agrees. She gets more and more frustrated with Mack as he holds off taking her to his bed.

Mack also gives her some advice when she gets an email from the airline about possible human trafficking and signs to look for. She never really expects anything to come of it since the airline is aware and watching.

Plenty of laughs before the the sizzle kicks in, followed by some tension, scares and action.

I really can’t wait to read what comes next, there is a hint of the next book ‘Nonstop’ that has me a bit impatient.

5 Contented Purrs for Becca!

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Pleasing Josie – Surrender Book 5 By Becca Jameson


Pleasing Josie
Surrender Book 5
By
USA Today Bestselling Author
Becca Jameson

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Josie

I have a great life. Great job. Great home. Great man.
Everything is perfect. I can’t complain.
So, why am I restless? What is missing?

Grayson

I’m a lucky guy with an amazing woman in my life.
She’s my perfect match. The yin to my yang.
But something is off. She needs something I’m not sure I can give her.

Quinten

I’m a busy man with a demanding job.
I don’t have time for a relationship, but I’m always eager to help people find themselves.
When Josie and Grayson step into my life, I’m caught off guard.
She craves the nurturing hand of a Daddy. He isn’t fully in tune with his needs.
I can help them, but with every step I’m getting more emotionally attached.

Can the three of us find a new normal that fills all of our desires?

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I’m loving this series as Becca Jameson takes us on a journey of discovering who these characters are at heart.

At the end of the last book, Quinten approaches Grayson suggesting he could have some submissive tendencies. Grayson didn’t take that very well. Grayson is Josie’s Dom and together they create beautiful and sensuous Shibari designs.

This book is going to take them both in a direction they never thought about before. Josie works for Kellen, he’s a Daddy Dom with a 24/7 little, Sabine. As this book opens we see Josie’s curiosity about this lifestyle come to the fore. Lucy, Roman’s little, is visiting and Grayson is going to be late picking up Josie. An invitation to swim and then later stay in the role is more than a little satisfying for Josie.

Grayson doesn’t see himself as a ‘Daddy’ Dom. He’s all about bondage and the sensual side of the lifestyle. Because of that he seeks advise from Roman. While Roman himself doesn’t have an answer he does suggest a counseling session with someone in the lifestyle.

Quinten readily agreed to meet with the couple, he’s always glad to help couples in the lifestyle. In this case, he’s got a couple of concerns but that doesn’t stop him from jumping in with both feet. He invites them to his home for the weekend to explore possibilities that could save their relationship. The problem is that it’s personal for Quinten too.

This is a favorite scene.

I watch them for a few moments while a ridiculous idea forms in my head. They’re so cute together. And they care about each other deeply. I’m not sure I can salvage things for them if they can’t meet somewhere in the middle, but I feel confident that without the right guidance, they will end up going their separate ways. The frustration will continue to grow, and neither of them is confrontational about it.

My idea is stupid and irresponsible, and I should definitely keep it to myself and stuff it in my mental trash bin. But, that’s not what I do. “I have a proposal.”

They both look at me.

Too late to take it back now. The floodgates are open. I lean forward, elbows on my knees. I’ve taken leave of my senses. Nothing I’m considering is professional. “Is there any chance you two could spend this coming weekend at my home? I’d like to work with you. Help you figure out this new dynamic.” There. I’ve said it.

They glance at each other. Both sets of eyes widen.

“You’d do that for us?” Josie asks. “Why? I thought this was just an hour of your time to give us some direction.”

I draw in a breath. “I’ve made similar arrangements before. I enjoy helping couples grow. It gives me great satisfaction. And since I don’t have a submissive of my own right now, it’s easy enough to invite others into my home.” I smile warmly. “I think there’s something salvageable between you, and it seems like you don’t have the skill set to straighten things out on your own.”

“Wow,” Grayson stated. “That’s above and beyond.”

I shrug. “You clearly care for each other. I can’t guarantee I can get you through this, but I can try.” I’m kicking myself now because dammit, my motives are absolutely personal. It’s not so much that I intend to hit on one of them. It’s more like I’m attracted to them both, and I want to watch them together. It would make my cock hard to examine their dynamic up close, though. I’m half-hard right now just thinking about it. No sense denying that to myself. I’ve officially lost a few brain cells.

They look back at each other, and I stand. “I’ll give you two some time to discuss the idea.” I step out into the hallway and shut the door. The moment I’m alone, I groan. What the fuck is wrong with me? I’ve never let my personal feelings interfere with my job before. And this isn’t a small thing I’m dealing with.

Josie’s like a new lamb. The girl is itching to have someone care for her. Perhaps her desire to dabble in the world of littles stems from watching Kellen’s little, Sabine, but she squirms and frets with the posture of a little already. Plus, if she’s been managing most of the domestic chores around the house, it’s possible she may crave the idea of having someone take care of her instead.

It’s been a while since I worked with a little, and a couple years since I had one of my own, but something about Josie calls to me. That feeling is rare. It’s the reason I haven’t had a full-time submissive for a long while. I’m particular. I haven’t matched perfectly enough with anyone I’ve played with at Surrender.

And then there’s Grayson. Fuck. I was interested in that man from the moment I started noticing him watching my scenes. I can’t possibly guess what’s deep inside him, but if I go out on a limb, I’m going to say he’s a bit repressed. He probably thinks men should be Doms and women submissives. He probably thinks it wouldn’t be manly for him to be submissive.

As I told him a year ago, and have observed from him since then, I believe he’s a switch. He isn’t just watching other scenes to gather information. He’s jealous. I practically rub my hands together with the desire to show him the other side.

I need to screw my head on straight. This isn’t about me. I need to be careful. This is a dangerous game. Hopefully, I can help them figure out a new dynamic without them realizing I’m turned on by watching them interact like little birds who haven’t left the nest.

They aren’t that young or inexperienced. I presume Grayson to be in his early thirties and Josie in her mid-twenties. Compared to me though… I’m forty-five. At least two decades older than Josie. The woman wasn’t even born when I had my first kink experience.

I swipe my hand down my face and lean against the wall. Maybe they will turn me down, and I won’t have to fret over this any longer.

But what if they don’t? I think about my upcoming schedule. I have a book releasing next week. Starting Tuesday, I’ll have to travel a few days every week for my book tour. At the same time, I have a full docket of clients to see. It’s going to be a long time before I’ll be able to take days off work again, so taking a weekend right now would be perfect. And I can’t think of anything I’d rather do than mentor these two adorable submissives.

I chuckle inside at my thought. Grayson can insist he’s not submissive, but I think he’s kidding himself. I always have. Not that he isn’t also Dominant. He’s a solid Dom in his own right. I’ve seen him do amazing bondage scenes with Josie. Obviously, he’s lived an entire year as a Dom to Josie, but what the man doesn’t seem to grasp is that he can be both. Even at the same time.

The door opens, and I shove off the wall and head back into the room, following Grayson. He resumes his spot next to Josie and holds her hand in his lap. “We’d like to take you up on your offer.”
Becca Jameson. Pleasing Josie: Surrender, Book Five (Kindle Locations 539-581). Becca Jameson Publishing.

The entire weekend is eye-opening on many levels, and even Grayson has to admit there’s something between the three of them.

Quinten has to come to terms with a lot of things, including his decision to walk away.

This is a journey for the open-minded, it is full of sensuous scenes, and kindle melting sizzle.

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

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!

…where Alphas dominate…


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