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Embracing Joy – Blossom Ridge Book 5 by Becca Jameson


Embracing Joy
Blossom Ridge Book 5
By
USA Today Bestselling Author
Becca Jameson

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Giana

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

Kendric

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

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

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

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

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

This is a favorite scene.

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

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

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

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

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

“I didn’t want to bother anyone.”

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

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

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

She sighs. “Everything.”

I blink. Everything? What does that mean?

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

“Giana, talk to me.”

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

Fuck. Jesus.

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

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

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

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

“No.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Kendric…”

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

She licks her lips. “Sir…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Not happening. Computer? Phone? Cash?”

She slumps in my arms. “No.”

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

I should call someone else. Maybe Claudia or at least Roman. Anyone. Someone else can put her up for the night or the week or the month. I’ll lose my mind with her under my roof.
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Concern for Giana is Kendric’s main reason for taking her in, but there’s also her response to him in the parking lot. It seems to him that there just might be a Little hidden inside her and he’s going to find her.

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

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

This is sexy, fun, enlightening and sizzling too.

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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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Rescued – Holt Agency Book 1 by Becca Jameson


Rescued
Holt Agency Book 1
By
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Becca Jameson

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Colette, a PhD student studying abroad, is tired of the constant barrage of bodyguards her father has assigned to her for most of her life. As a politician, his notoriety has always put her at risk. When Colette finds out she’s pregnant, she’ll do anything to keep her baby a secret, even from her father.

Tavis is a former Navy SEAL. He’s not a babysitter. But when the Secretary of State hires you to guard his daughter, no is not an acceptable answer. Starting a relationship with the woman he’s supposed to protect would get him fired. It would also leave her vulnerable.

Falling for each other was never the plan. Tavis’s protective instinct has him questioning the course of his life. Colette has a lot of decisions to make, none of them easy. The challenges could either tear them apart or bring them closer together. And when Colette’s life is threatened, Tavis must not only protect her.

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Becca Jameson and KaLyn Cooper are at it again. If you enjoyed Shadow in the Desert and Shadow in the Mountain, you met the men of The HOLT AGENCY.

Tavis was about to board a plane home from Uganda when his boss Ajax calls and tells him to stay put. His next assignment was arriving the next day. The Secretary of State’s daughter is working on her PhD in epidemiology, and she isn’t pleased about her father’s interference by getting her a bodyguard. As such she’s flying in with quite the hangover from the night out with friends.

Colette was used to her father’s heavy handedness and wasn’t going to be a cooperative subject. The first thing she does is sneak out early that first morning. Much to Tavis’ dismay and guilt at falling asleep.

When she shows up before he can go out after her, there’s quite the conversation.

This is a favorite scene.

He groaned inwardly at having been caught with his computer in his lap, probably open to an article about her or her research. “How were you so chipper and awake so early in the morning? When you dropped into bed, I thought you might sleep through this entire day.”

She chuckled. “I don’t need much sleep.”

“You were also hungover, weren’t you?”

She dropped the apple core in the trash can, set her hands on her hips, and cocked her head at him defiantly. “So now it’s a crime to go out drinking with friends? You do realize other grown adults in their late twenties also go out at night, they just don’t get followed by the paparazzi and end up on the front page of every fucking tabloid in town.”

She had a point. He narrowed his gaze in this odd standoff. “Look, I don’t know you. Well, that’s not true. I know everything the tabloids, your social media, and your university have to say, but I don’t know enough to judge you. I find it hard to believe you’re the sort of person who regularly parties hard and needs a keeper. It doesn’t fit with the rest of your bio. Which means I have to believe either your parents don’t trust you for some reason, or they refuse to let you grow up, or— and this is the part that worries me— there is an actual threat to your life that has landed me here as your protection.”

At least she flinched. “There is no fucking threat. My father is overprotective. He imagines threats. He makes them up. He has for my entire life. In fact, he’s gotten worse in the last few years. And you’re right about me regularly partying. I don’t. How could I even if I wanted to? Someone would follow me and report back to my father.”

Tavis took a deep breath. “I think we got off on the wrong foot. How about we start over.”

“Nope. We didn’t get off on the wrong foot. We started right where I wanted to start. Me making sure you understand that I don’t need or want you following me around. I believe I even offered to pay you to stop and give it up.”

“Well, that’s not an option, princess, so you’re going to need to get over yourself. I was hired to keep you safe, and I intend to do just that. Which means if you ever pull a stunt like you did this morning again, I’ll assume you have no respect whatsoever for me or my job and take action to ensure we’re super clear.”

“What are you going to do? Handcuff me to my bed at night?”

“Is that something you enjoy?” He lifted both brows, challenging her.

She flinched. “Of course not. Don’t be ridiculous.”

He shrugged. “It was your idea. It hadn’t even occurred to me. I’ve never been assigned to be someone’s babysitter before. This is new to me. You’ll have to let me know what your previous keepers did to ensure you didn’t step out of line. I’ll take a page from their handbooks. Hey, maybe I can get references from your father and ask them myself.”

She narrowed her gaze. “Don’t you dare. And I’m not a fucking baby, Rambo. I don’t need a sitter or a keeper.”

“It would appear you do. If that’s the attitude you intend to carry around. This isn’t Pennsylvania, princess—”

Stop calling me that,” she shouted.

“I like how it gets a rise out of you. Anyway, as I was saying, this is a third-world country we’re in. You shouldn’t go off half-cocked by yourself under any circumstances, even if no one knew who you were. You don’t know enough about this area to take off in the early hours of the morning alone.”

“Don’t be so dramatic.”

“I’m not. I’m being realistic. And you’re proving to me that you do indeed need a keeper. So, from now on, don’t fucking go anywhere without me, understood? If you do it again, you won’t get to have your own bedroom anymore, because trust me, princess, I will not hesitate to use the handcuffs you’ve suggested. And then I’ll sleep in the same room just in case you’re also Houdini.”

“You wouldn’t dare.”

“Try me.” Boy, did she make his blood pump. On top of that, it was hard to keep a straight face. This conversation— if one could even call it a conversation— had deteriorated to the point that it was almost comical. He was afraid she might haul off and slap him if he laughed out loud though.

Damn, she was feisty. And she was under his skin. Not just in a bad way. She was sexy when she got all flustered, especially when he threw her off balance. It was fun.

Suddenly this job didn’t seem as bad as he’d been thinking earlier while she’d been AWOL. This banter might actually be fun. She was cute when she got all hot and bothered, making him wonder what she might look like if she were hot and bothered in a different way.

The way she’d reacted to the handcuffs left him curious to know if she’d truly been horrified or if she had a kinky side. And if she had a kinky side, had she ever acted on it or was it just in her imagination and dreams?

He shook those inappropriate thoughts aside. He was here to protect her, not sleep with her.

“Are we done here, Dad?” she asked.

Her tone and choice of words made his breath hitch. “How old are you again?”

She groaned and stomped past him, heading for the stairs.

He watched her as she jogged up them. “By the way, princess, I checked the windows up there. They all have permanent bars on them, so don’t get any ideas about climbing onto a tree limb and shimmying to freedom.”

She growled as she reached the top and then slammed the door to her bedroom.

Oh, yeah. This was going to be fun.
Becca Jameson. Rescued (Kindle Locations 247-291).

What Colette didn’t expect is an unfortunate outcome to her wild night on the town or her attraction to her bodyguard.

This is quite the tale, filled with intrigue, romance and surprises!

I know for a fact I will be getting the next book in this series. As two of my favorite authors I can’t wait to read what KaLyn Cooper has in mind and Becca Jameson does next.

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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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Hideout – The Wanderers Book 5 by Becca Jameson


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

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The Wanderers Book 5
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Grecia has never known security or kindness. Stolen from her parents at a young age, she was raised in a girls’ home and later moved to a women’s shelter. At twenty-one she was abducted and held by militants for a year. Pregnant and alone, she knows this cruel life is almost over.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

This is a favorite scene.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You’re all a godsend.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Babies are all cute,” Elias added.

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

They all chuckled.

Grecia took another deep breath. Not deep enough though.

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

Jeremy set his hand carefully on her shoulder.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


Shadow in the Darkness
Shadow SEALs Book 15
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It was supposed to be a vacation, not a mission…

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

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

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

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

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

This is just one of many favorite scenes.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Feeling Brave – Blossom Ridge Book 4 By Becca Jameson


Feeling Brave
Blossom Ridge Book 4
By
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Becca Jameson

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Juliet

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

Aldric

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

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

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

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

This is a favorite scene.

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

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

“Juliet…”

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

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

My face heats. I shrug. “Internet.”

He narrows his gaze. “Research?”

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

I snag my plate and take it to the sink.

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

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

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

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

“I’m tired, Aldric.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Ha.

I wish.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Are you a Little, Juliet?” he asks.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Does it embarrass you?”

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

“Why? It shouldn’t. It’s a lifestyle preference, honey. No reason to be embarrassed. I should have confronted you sooner. I’m sorry.”
Becca Jameson. Feeling Brave (Kindle Locations 124-187). Becca Jameson Publishing.

While Juliet definitely wants Aldric to be her Daddy, she also knows he wants her to grow a bit more independent.

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

This is a favorite scene.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Jamie is… your son?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Uncle Ty, can we? Please?”

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

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

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

Elaina stepped closer. “I’m sorry.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes. And, Ty…”

He paused to smile at her.

“Thank you.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Building Trust – Blossom Ridge Book 3 by Becca Jameson


Building Trust
Blossom Ridge Book 3
By
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Becca Jameson

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Stella

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

Walker

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

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

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

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

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

This is part of that conversation and a favorite scene.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Have I complained?”

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

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

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

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

I tip my head to one side. “And?”

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

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

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

I guess not. I shake my head slowly.

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

“I do?”

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

I nod.

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

I wince. All of that happened.

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

“Wow.”

He grins.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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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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Shelter – The Wanderers Book 4 By Becca Jameson


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

This is a favorite scene.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Can you tell me where we are?”

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

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

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

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

Rush nodded. “Okay.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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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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Finding Peace – Blossom Ridge Book 2 By Becca Jameson


Finding Peace
Blossom Ridge Book 2
By
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Becca Jameson

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Brea

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

Niko

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

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

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

Their first real interaction is at dinner that night.

This is a favorite scene.

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

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

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

“Water? Tea? Milk?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

My heart. I think it stops. Kitten?

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

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

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

My cheeks heat as my smile grows.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I glance back at him, swallowing back my nerves.

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

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

“You are Little, right?” he asks.

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

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

“You’re not, sir.”

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

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

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

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

I’m relieved when Craig speaks from across the table, interrupting us. We’ve been in a bubble over here as if no one else exists. “What did you think of the unfinished rooms in the basement, Niko?” Craig asks.
Becca Jameson. Finding Peace (Kindle Locations 263-269). Becca Jameson Publishing.

While Brea may not know if she’s a little, she definitely has set off the Daddy in Niko.

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

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

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

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

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

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Severed Dreams by Becca Jameson


Severed Dreams
By
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Becca Jameson

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

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

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

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

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

And whoever is watching me is getting closer every day.

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

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

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

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

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

This is a favorite scene.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Jessa.” I tentatively gave him mine.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Where do you work?”

“On the mainland.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Finally, I nodded my consent. “Sure.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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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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