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Sanctuary – The Wanderers Book 1 by Becca Jameson


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

This is just one of my favorite scenes.

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

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

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

“What happens to them?”

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

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

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

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

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

Layla winced, but she’d suspected as much.

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

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

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

“Yes.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Me?”

“Uh-huh,” she admitted.

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

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

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

“The ones you mentioned to Maya? Why?”

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

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

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

“Why will they be mad?”

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

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

“Yeah. That must sound ridiculous to you.”

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

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

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

He chuckled. “A botanist?”

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

Jay continued to laugh.

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

He stiffened, his eyes going wide.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


Dirty Daddies

Featuring

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

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A DADDY FOR EVERYONE…

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

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

Don’t Keep Your Daddy Waiting….

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

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

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

This is a favorite scene.

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

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

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

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

My mouth falls open, but no sound comes out.

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

I swallow, but he’s not done.

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

“You’re serious.”

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

Holy shit. Holy. Shit.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

What the hell just happened?

This man just steamed-rolled right over me.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Jetway – Open Skies Book 6 by Becca Jameson


Jetway
Open Skies Book 6
By
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Becca Jameson

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Heather

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

Neil

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

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

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

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

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

This is a favorite scene.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I see that.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“How was your flight?” she asked.

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

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

Neil frowned though. “What happened yesterday?”

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

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

“Yes, please. Hard. Just one.”

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

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

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

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

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

“Aren’t you astute,” she teased.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Convincing Leah – Surrender Book 9 by Becca Jameson


Convincing Leah
Surrender Book 9
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Leah

A childhood reprimand has caused me to be extremely hard on myself.
To this day, I never misbehave.
But even my thoughts require absolution, and I get that at the club.
My favorite release comes in the form of impact play.
Two nights a week. That’s all I allow myself.
Many of my friends are little. I get it, but it’s not for me.
I can’t be little. I was never little.
I became an adult when I was five.
I don’t know how to be young. What if I do it wrong?

Craig

I’ve wanted Leah from the moment I first saw her.
I don’t care that she’s not little.
But I’m a Daddy, through and through.
After two months of playing exclusively with her at the club, I want more.
Can I set that part of me aside and be what she needs?
Her world gets flipped upside down by a crazy fan.
She needs to tap into her inner little to escape and hide.
And she needs me to protect and nurture her.
Can she see I’m here to pick up the pieces no matter where they fall?

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Leah is a successful author who goes to Surrender a couple nights a week to relieve stress. Craig is the only one she scenes with, which in itself is a bit strange since he is a Daddy Dom and she doesn’t believe she could ever be a little.

Leah and her best friend Eve, who is a little, are having lunch together and the Daddy Dom subject comes up. Now Leah’s wondering if she’s being fair to Craig, it’s a conversation she’ll need to have with him.

Leah and Craig talk and facetime between visits to Surrender but they haven’t gone out on a date or anything. The evening after the lunch with Eve, Leah brings up the issue.

This is a favorite scene.

I rejoined the club a few months ago after Roman asked me to come play bouncer for a few nights to keep an eye on the women, especially the littles. Before that, I hadn’t been going to any club for several years. I’m pretty sure Roman had an ulterior motive. We’ve been friends for many years. He’d been trying to get me to come back to Surrender ever since my divorce five years ago.

The first night I was there, I watched Leah perform with another Dom. She took my breath away. The woman wrapped me all the way around her finger that first night, and I never even spoke to her.

It took me a few weeks to ask her to submit to me, and the rest was history. She hasn’t submitted to another Dom since then, nor have I dominated another sub. We don’t have a verbal agreement. It’s just how things have been.

Leah picks up a pen and chews on the end of it. She does this often. It’s a cute nervous habit that I don’t mention. I wonder if she does it when she’s trying to think of what happens next in one of her novels. I wonder if there are pens all over her apartment with teeth marks on them.

I wonder if I’ll ever be invited to her apartment.

“I don’t tell anyone my pen name. Hell, I don’t tell most people what I do for a living,” she points out.

“Eve knows, right?”

“Yes. But Eve’s my best friend. She knows a lot of things.” Leah stands up, taking the phone with her as she moves around her apartment. She’s holding the screen in front of her face, but it jiggles enough for me to get an occasional glimpse of her chest.

I can’t help but look. She’s wearing a white tank top and no bra. She often goes without a bra at home. She doesn’t really need one. She’s about five-six but slender with perfect, pert breasts that fit right in my palm. I know because I have cupped my hands over them many times when she’s restrained to a bench at the club and squirming with need near the end of a scene.

As she drops down onto the couch and props the phone against her thighs, I get a better look at her chest. Her nipples are hard points straining against the tight tank top.

I lick my lips and try not to moan. I’m pretty sure she’s oblivious to my plight.

A moment later, she spins so that she’s lounging longways on her couch, holding the phone up higher and ruining my view. “How was your day?” she asks. “Did you make headway on the hardwood floors?”

“Yep. I rented a sander and managed to strip the hallway. Tomorrow I’ll stain and seal it. I’m getting too old for this kind of labor. Not sure why I didn’t just pay someone to do it.” I’ve been retired from the military for two years. I’ve done a few odd jobs now and then to keep busy but I’ve mainly been focused on remodeling my home. I left the hallway for last, choosing to rip out the carpet and refinish it this week.

Leah giggles. “You’re not old, and I know you love doing the work. That’s why you don’t pay someone else.”

I smile at her. “I’m old compared to you. Forty-five. Fifteen years your senior.” But she’s right. I enjoy working with my hands. The remodel has been satisfying and keeps me busy. I’m not sure what I’m going to do to occupy my time now that I’m in the home stretch.

It’s been so gratifying learning all about home remodels that part of me feels like I should sell the house, buy a fixer-upper, and do it again. It’s not a bad idea. On the other hand, I love this house now that I have it exactly how I want it.

She rolls her eyes. “Forty-five is not old. Stop it. Even if you are old enough to be my father,” she jokes.

I can’t restrain my reaction. My eyes widen and there’s no way to stop my next words from sliding into the conversation. “Though I did have sex with my high school girlfriend, I was eighteen, practically a late bloomer. Not fourteen. I have no interest in being your father, but you know if you’re ever looking for a Daddy, I’m your guy.”

She groans. “I walked right into that trap.”

“Hey, you set the trap. Not me,” I tease.

Her expression switches to something more serious, and I panic a bit. Our time together always feels like it’s borrowed. I’m constantly waiting for her to tell me things aren’t going to work out. She’s probably right, but I’m still hanging around waiting.

When she licks her lips, I watch her tongue. I’ve never kissed her, but I’ve thought about it a lot. Her full pink lips often catch my eye. “Speaking of which, Leah brought up the same subject at lunch today.”

I swallow. “What subject?” I ask as if I’m dense.

“The Daddy subject,” she responds. “She made me think.”

For a second, I’m hopeful that she might be willing to give my preferred kink a try. “What did she make you think about?”

Leah sighs. “Mostly that I’m stringing you along with this odd friendship we have. I’m worried you think someday I’ll decide to submit to you as a little even though I’ve told you many times it’s not gonna happen.”

I can’t say I’m shocked by her declaration. We were bound to have this conversation sooner or later. “You’re not stringing me along, Leah. I enjoy your company. I don’t currently have a Daddy/ little relationship, so there’s no reason I can’t dominate you the old-fashioned way. As long as we’re both enjoying our time together, that’s all that matters.”

She chuckles. “The old-fashioned way?”

I laugh. “You know what I mean.”

“Yeah, but are you sure I’m not holding you back? I know you haven’t been in the scene for several years since your divorce. I’m worried that now that you’re back, I’m keeping you from finding what you really want.”

I shake my head. The sad truth I won’t be admitting out loud is that I’d rather have ten minutes with Leah than a week with any other woman. Maybe I’ll change my mind someday. I can’t predict the future. But I’m into this woman, and I have no choice but to take what she gives me until she decides she doesn’t want to do it anymore. I just hope that day isn’t today.

“You’re not keeping me from anything, Leah. I enjoy spending time with you. We have chemistry. We click. Judging by the number of people who watch us scene together, I’m not the only one who feels that way.” I hope I haven’t said too much. I always worry I’ll say something that pushes her to run.
Becca Jameson. Convincing Leah: Surrender, Book Nine (Kindle Locations 146-196). Becca Jameson Publishing.

Craig and Leah meet up at Surrender, Craig has booked a private room for them as they take this relationship to the next level. The resulting sub-drop Leah experiences is startling and concerning, as is something she said.

With Leah in his home, it feels right to him but Leah still isn’t a little. He does need to get her to open up to him and the way this happens will have you on the edge of your seat.

We see many of the characters from the previous books as well as Craig and Leah enter into something that may well be life changing for Leah.

From the cause to the temporary experience, this book rapidly becomes my favorite in this series. Extremely emotional, with laughter, tears and sensuous sizzle.

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

This is just one of my favorite scenes.

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

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

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

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

“I have my ways.”

Ajax groaned.

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

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

“Unbelievable,” Ajax murmured.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You won’t.”

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

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

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

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

“Me.”

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

“No. It’s safer this way.”

“For us or for you?”

“Yes.”

Great.

Ryker groaned.

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

“Fuck,” Ryker muttered.

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

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

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

“I am.”

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

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

“What?” all three yelled at once.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Fuck,” Ryker muttered.

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

Fuck.

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

And he knew Ryker would too.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Takeoff – Open Skies Book 5 by Becca Jameson


Takeoff
Open Skies Book 5
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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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Charming Colton – Surrender Book 8 by Becca Jameson


Charming Colton
Surrender Book 8
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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
By
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Becca Jameson

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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.
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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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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!

5 Contented Purrs for Becca!

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Becca Jameson Becca Jameson

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

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

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

…where Alphas dominate…


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