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Taming Rex – Club Zodiac Book 8 By Becca Jameson


Taming Rex
Club Zodiac Book 8
By
Becca Jameson

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

This is a favorite scene the next day.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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


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

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Lucy

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

Roman

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

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

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

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

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

This is a favorite scene.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Becca Jameson is a USA Today bestselling author of over 90 books. She is most well-known for her Wolf Masters series and her Fight Club series. She currently lives in Houston, Texas, with her husband and Goldendoodle. Two grown kids pop in every once in a while too! She is loving this journey and has dabbled in a variety of genres, including paranormal, sports romance, military, and BDSM.

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

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


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Teaching Abby – Surrender Book 2 by Becca Jameson


Teaching Abby
Surrender Book 2
By
Becca Jameson

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It’s a summer internship.

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

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

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

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

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

This is a favorites scene.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Abby?” Julius questions.

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

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

Julius groans.

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

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

“All of it?” his voice raises.

“Enough of it,” Levi responds.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

That’s an understatement.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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


Raising Lucy
Surrender Book 1
By
Becca Jameson

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

This is a favorite scene.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

My mouth falls open. I’m speechless.

Master Roman rounds his desk and lowers onto the seat.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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


Sharing Charlotte
Club Zodiac Book 7
By
Becca Jameson

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

This is a favorite scene.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Except today.

“When’s your flight?” Nile asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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Andrea – Corked and Tapped Book 12 by Becca Jameson


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

Andrea
Corked and Tapped Book 12
By
Becca Jameson

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

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

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

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

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

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

This is a favorite scene.

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

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

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

He shook his head.

She flinched. “No?”

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

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

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

“Why?”

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

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

“Take it or leave it.”

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

“What’s that?” he asked, voice leery.

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

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

She smirked. “Of course.”

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

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

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

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

He sobered. “Let’s get out of here.”

Finally, they were in total agreement over something.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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Paris – Corked and Tapped Book 11 by Becca Jameson


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

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

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

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

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

This is a favorite scene.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“But how? When?” she managed to ask.

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

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

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

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

He nodded.

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

His face scrunched up again. “Yes.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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Devin – Corked and Tapped Book 10 by Becca Jameson


Corked and Tapped:
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Devin
Corked and Tapped Book 10
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USA Today Bestselling Author
Becca Jameson

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“Today marks five years sober.” That explained why he’d ordered the whiskey and then covered it with a napkin. It did not explain why his gaze penetrated her so deeply or why he’d chosen to call her a brat. And it certainly didn’t explain why her breath hitched every time he glanced his direction.

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Devin is seasonal help at Corked and Tapped and tonight the staff had it’s annual holiday party. She was busy behind the bar but the man at the end just drew her attention like no other. It was disconcerting.

This is a favorite scene.

Devin considered keeping her distance from the mysterious man at the end of the bar. She waited half an hour before giving in to temptation and approaching him again. Even without looking at him, she could feel his power. Her constant awareness of him never wavered. She knew he was staring at her. She could feel it without glancing. It was distracting.

Tonight was difficult enough since the entire staff was temporary. The owner, Mike, intentionally held the staff party on a Tuesday night, the least busy night of the week, but there were still enough patrons to keep Devin hopping.

She didn’t dare touch the glass of whiskey when she returned to refill his seltzer. Nor did she meet his gaze. Something about him had her cowering to him, and not in a bad way. In a way she knew was submissive. Did he feel it too?

“Is this your full-time job?” he asked, his fingers brushing hers as she returned his glass.

She lifted her face. “Nope. I’m seasonal. I help out during the holidays.”

He cocked his head to one side. “What do you normally do?”

“I’m a grad student, studying economics. I work as much as I can during my breaks to pay the bills.”

His eyes widened. “Economics?”

She smirked and rolled her eyes. “Don’t look so surprised. There is a brain inside my pretty little head. I promise.”

His wide eyes narrowed and he leaned over the bar. Inches separated their faces, and she stopped breathing.
Becca Jameson. Devin: Corked and Tapped, Book Ten (Kindle Locations 99-111). Becca Jameson Publishing.

As the night progresses we discover that Devin is indeed into the BDSM scene and her mysterious man is a Dominant. The attraction is phenomenal and the tension just rises with every minute.

A bit of a surprise with the direction this takes toward the end, both for Devin and the reader.

Seriously sensuous and enthralling with white hot heat.

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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, floating in the pool, or reading in her favorite hammock chair!


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Blaire – Corked and Tapped Book 9 by Becca Jameson


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

Blaire
Corked and Tapped Book 9
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Becca Jameson

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“I could take my shirt off if you want.” The moment she heard him speak, she knew his words were more than just flirtatious banter. At least she hoped that was the case. But when a random stranger accidentally punched her in the jaw, his intentions were confirmed. The larger-than-life bouncer at her favorite bar immediately lost his shit. She just prayed he was serious because her heart couldn’t take it if he wasn’t.

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This series is definitely keeping me on my toes. The releases are quick and they are short and satisfying reads.

Blaire has been flirting with the Corked and Tapped bouncer Kyle for a while now. She comes in every Friday and sits at the same table and alternates her drinks with tonic water. This week is Thanksgiving and her roommate decided to switch up her night for Wednesday.

Kyle is surprised to see her but goes with the flow, doing a bit of flirting himself as he takes a break. Called away to help escort a drunk, he’s too far away to stop the altercation that ends with Blaire getting punched.

This is a favorite scene.

He stared at her for a moment, and then leaned in close to whisper in her ear. “The fucking hot woman who’s been nervously watching my every move for months while she sits in my bar squirming in her seat over a romance novel doesn’t usually get caught in the middle of a fight and punched either. So, yeah, the police are coming. You need to press charges. Then I’ll take you home.”

She swallowed. Mortification was the only word that came to mind. Her face had heated earlier, but now it was on fire, and not just from the punch. In fact, that part no longer hurt.

He knew?

Lord.

He knew. Kyle knew she had been sitting here week after week stripping him with her eyes while he worked. Could she be more embarrassed?

He set his forehead against hers. “Please, baby. Don’t freak out on me now. Talk to the cops. Give a statement. Then we’ll leave.”

She couldn’t move. He’d called her baby.

He sighed. “I know you don’t like attention. I know this is uncomfortable for you. I get that. And I’m so sorry I wasn’t close enough to stop those guys from hitting you.” He removed the ice from her face, reached behind him to snag her bag off the table and her jacket from the chair, and grabbed her hand.

Before she knew what was happening, he tugged her around the corner, past the men who’d been fighting, and into a room farther down the hall.

The guy who’d punched her called out, “So sorry, ma’am. I didn’t mean to hit you. I just—” His voice was cut off when Kyle slammed the door, leaving them in relative silence.

He flipped on the light and then his hands were on her face again, his brow furrowed, his attention on her cheek.

“It’s fine, Kyle,” she whispered. “It’s no longer throbbing. I don’t think it’s that bad.”

He didn’t respond. Instead, he inhaled long and slow, seemingly controlling his anger. Was he mad at her? She pressed her lips together to keep from rambling. Maybe he was frustrated because she wouldn’t shut up.

Kyle closed his eyes and set his forehead against hers a second time, his hands spread on her neck and up her scalp. He took several deep breaths, and then he whispered, “Scared the fuck out of me.”

She swallowed, uncertain why he was reacting like this. She had no idea what he meant, and she was afraid to ask.

Someone knocked on the door.

Kyle released her to spin around and open it. Mike stood there, along with a police officer. “Officer Bradshaw has a few questions,” Mike stated as he stepped into the tightly confined room, followed by the officer.

Blaire finally had a chance to glance around and realized this had to be Mike’s office. She took a step back to make more room in the cramped space. She also didn’t have to say much. Kyle immediately explained to the officer what had happened. Blaire confirmed. The cop left. Mike left. Done.

Blaire blew out a sigh of relief as the door closed behind them, but then Kyle’s attention was on her again. “I’m going to take you home.”

Her eyes went wide and she shook her head. “No. You can’t.”

He frowned and then rolled his eyes. “Your roommate is there.”

“Yeah. I’ll be fine. I’ll just hit a fast food joint and grab a milkshake or something to kill time.”

He shook his head. “Like hell. Wait here.” Kyle set her book bag and jacket on the loveseat behind her, spun around, and left the room, shutting the door behind him once again.

Finally, she was alone. She reached for her cheek and worked her jaw open and closed a few times. It was going to be sore tomorrow, but nothing was broken. Everyone was overreacting. She just wanted to get out of here. Being the focus of so much attention made her nervous.

One thing was certain— she wasn’t staying here any longer tonight, so she grabbed her jacket, slid it on, and picked up her satchel.

She jumped when the door opened again and Kyle reappeared. “Come on.” He nodded toward the hallway, his enormous body filling the doorframe.

She searched his face but had no idea what he had in mind. Nevertheless, her best option was to follow him. Obviously, he had a plan, and arguing wasn’t in the cards. When he grabbed her hand and led her down the hallway and out the back door, her entire focus honed in on their connection.

Kyle was holding her hand. Kyle had set his lips on her ear. Kyle had lost his shit when someone accidentally punched her. Surely, she was sleeping and this was a fantastic dream— minus the part where she got punched.

It was chilly outside. November in Georgia. Any temperature was possible. Kyle was wearing a T-shirt, but he seemed impervious to the cooler night air. Still holding her hand, he kept walking, too fast for her to keep up.

“Kyle,” she called out.

He spun his head around. His brow was still furrowed. Anger wafted off of him. His gaze roamed down her body to her legs. “Shit. Sorry.” He slowed his pace.

“Where are we going? Don’t you have to keep working?” She glanced back at the bar as they crossed the parking lot.

“Jeremy’s covering for me. They’ll live for one night.” He didn’t answer her first question, and his voice was still clipped.

Her heart was racing. Nothing made sense. If he was mad at her, why was he helping her? She couldn’t imagine what his plan was, but she clamped her mouth shut again and let him lead. It wasn’t like she had a fantastic plan herself. Maybe he was heeding her milkshake idea and wanted to see her there safely out of some misplaced guilt for not protecting her from some random accident of time and space.

At least he wasn’t nearly running anymore. She had to walk fast to keep up, but she didn’t have a choice because he was still gripping her hand in his larger, warmer, stronger one.

They walked two blocks, and then Kyle stopped in front of a building and pulled out a keycard. He brushed it over the scanner and the outer door clicked open.

“Kyle?” she asked.

He set his hand on the small of her back and continued leading her to the elevator. After being silent for far too long, he still didn’t say a word as they rode to the fourth floor and then stepped out.

Blaire was staring at him, confused and a little nervous.

It wasn’t until after he opened the third apartment door on the left that she realized where she was. “This is your apartment,” she pointed out.

He took her bag, his face finally softening. “Yeah. You couldn’t go to yours. There wasn’t another option.”

She couldn’t bring herself to move from where she stood by the door, but Kyle padded across the room and disappeared, leaving her there. He returned moments later with a bag of frozen peas in his hand. “This’ll help.” He settled it against her cheek, his free hand on her shoulder.

“You eat peas?” She had no idea why that was the first question to come to mind, but there it was.

He chuckled. “No. But I keep them in case I get punched.”

She flinched. “You get punched often?”

“It happens. Occasionally, I get between two guys going at it in the bar and wind up taking a hit.” He reached for her hand and drew it up to settle it on the peas and then released her. “Come sit down. Sorry, my place is a mess. I hadn’t expected company.”

Blaire didn’t move. “You didn’t have to do this. I would have figured something out. You left your job.”

He sighed. “You could have figured something out? You mean like your plan to sip a milkshake at a fast food joint until it closed? I can’t believe your roommate kicks you out every week like this. It’s weird.” He frowned.

“Well, she’s fair about it. I get Saturday nights.” It hurt to smile, but she did it.

His expression went from concerned to horrified, his eyes widening, his mouth falling open. “You’re serious?”

She nodded. “Yeah. I mean, not that I’ve ever exercised the option, but the point is she’s fair about it.”

Kyle blew out a deep breath and ran a hand through his hair. “Jesus. You freaked me out there for a minute.”

She cocked her head to one side, confused again. He said the strangest things.
Becca Jameson. Blaire: Corked and Tapped, Book Nine (Kindle Locations 222-288). Becca Jameson Publishing.

Taking her to his apartment since she couldn’t return to her own, the conversation becomes very revealing.

I love Kyle and the way this plays out is sweet, sexy and heart-melting.

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

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Becca Jameson is a USA Today bestselling author of over 70 books. She is most well-known for her Wolf Masters series and her Fight Club series. She currently lives in Atlanta, Georgia, with her husband, two grown kids, and the various pets that wander through. She is loving this journey and has dabbled in a variety of genres, including paranormal, sports romance, military, and BDSM.

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

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


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Maddie – Corked and Tapped Book 8 By Becca Jameson


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

Maddie
Corked and Tapped Book 8
By
USA Today Bestselling Author
Becca Jameson

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“How many amaretto sours have you actually drank?” The truth was she’s had very little to drink. She kept buying the damn things in order to flirt with the mystery man behind the mask at the bar. He knew her. He knew her best friend. Who the hell was he? Intrigued and aroused from a night of flirting, she decided to take a chance on him.

So we learned quite a bit about the Phantom that matches Maddie’s Christine in the last book. Now finally we get to find out if this is a match made in Heaven or Hell.

Our Phantom is someone who knows Maddie, but she doesn’t recognize him. She’s pretty sure this is something her best friend Clara set up and she’s not sure how she feels about it. What she does know is she’s going to give this a chance.

“You say you’re in charge of this company party of yours?” he asked.

“Yes. I’m the event planner. I organized the entire thing.”

He nodded. “How late does it go?”

She tried not to pump a fist at that question, hoping he might invite her to join him in this main bar when her responsibilities were over. She could at least do that. No harm in having a drink with him. Getting to know him better. “I only paid for the open bar until eleven. After that, everyone is on their own.”

He ran a finger around the rim of his glass. “Do you have to clean up or anything?”

She shook her head. “Nope. Corked and Tapped is covering that part.” Yeah, he was definitely hitting on her. It gave her the courage to show her cards. “Will you still be here? I could join you?” She glanced at her watch. “I need about fifteen more minutes.”

His smile grew. He also set his hand on her hip, slid it around to her lower back, and leaned in to set his lips on her ear. “I’d like that.”
She shivered. Holy shit. He set her on fire. The dress she was wearing was incredibly low-cut. The bodice was actually a corset, and her breasts suddenly seemed two sizes too big. She hoped they didn’t pop out and embarrass her.

As he leaned back, she held her breath. He met her gaze, set a finger on her cheek, and trailed it down to her neck. “What are the chances I would show up here tonight dressed as the Phantom only to find a woman in a Christine costume? You kind of have to join me for at least one drink. It’s fated.”

What were the chances, indeed? She assumed this was not a coincidence. And that fact was the main reason she was going to let herself give him a chance.
Becca Jameson. Maddie: Corked and Tapped, Book Eight (Kindle Locations 102-117). Becca Jameson Publishing.

Once Maddie returns to the bar and her Phantom, things heat up quickly. She also thinks there’s something familiar about the Phantom. The only reason she is going to agree to anything is because he definitely knows Clara and although she can’t remember he says he knows her too.

I love the way he keeps the mystery going right up to the extremely hot scenes.

I laughed, sniffled and had to hydrate from the heat coming off the pages.

I can’t wait to see what Becca comes up with for the next book in this series.

5 Contented Purrs for Becca!

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Becca Jameson Becca Jameson

Becca Jameson is a USA Today bestselling author of over 70 books. She is most well-known for her Wolf Masters series and her Fight Club series. She currently lives in Atlanta, Georgia, with her husband, two grown kids, and the various pets that wander through. She is loving this journey and has dabbled in a variety of genres, including paranormal, sports romance, military, and BDSM.

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

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


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