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Introducing a New Series From Becca Jameson! Catching Zia – Spring Training Book 1


Welcome to the Spring Training Series 
by Best-Selling Author Becca Jameson.
Spring Training follows the lives of several major league baseball players as they deal with the fame and reality of life and love.

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Catching Zia
Spring Training Book 1
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This first book in the series, Catching Zia, features the second baseman and his desire to meet a woman who isn’t after him for his money or his celebrity status.

With two strikes against him, this baseball player is desperate to make contact.

Zia’s main passion in life is art. And she’d gladly spend days on end sketching the hunky man who stops to admire her work while jogging through the park one sunny afternoon.

Brett has been ogling Zia for days. The sketch in her lap provides the perfect opening. When it’s immediately obvious she has no idea he’s a major league baseball player, he relishes the opportunity to take a gorgeous woman out on a normal date.

But what Brett doesn’t know is that Zia grew up with a compulsive liar, and his omission is more than she can tolerate. Second chances are rare in this life, and somehow Brett manages to squander that one also. He’s got an uphill battle if he wants to fight for this strong-willed woman.

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Zia is a down to earth kind of girl, she loves her art and even though her job as a nanny will be coming to an end she doesn’t know if she has enough incentive to go the ‘starving’ artist route. She’s sold some of her work and her best friend has been at her to do a show, but bills need to be paid regularly.

Brett is enjoying his last few weeks before heading to spring training. He jogs every morning and has noticed a young woman on several of his runs. He wasn’t sure how to approach her, mostly women came on to him but this one was different, special, he wanted to get to know her without the stigma of being a ball player. When he stopped by the bench where she was engrossed in sketching he knew he found an opening. This is a favorite scene.

The sexy hot guy is still talking to me…

“Mmm.” He snapped his fingers. “Do you do murals by any chance? Like wall murals?”

“I have, on occasion. I did some for the kids I watch. And some of their friends.” You need some teddy bears on a wall in your house? Suddenly she jerked her gaze to his left hand to see if he was married. Maybe he had kids and needed to hire someone to paint their rooms.

Nope. Or at least he didn’t wear a ring. There wasn’t a tan line or an indentation either, but that didn’t necessarily mean anything. Some people didn’t like to wear a wedding ring.

Surely he wouldn’t have made a flippant statement about kids being confusing and sticky if he had his own, though.

Before he spoke again, he reached over his shoulder with one hand and tugged his scrap of T-shirt over his head.

Holy mother of God. He was so freakishly built. His damn chest was like a sculpture. If she had some clay, she would love to have him pose for a day and let her recreate him. Or maybe it would take two days. She might even be able to drag it out longer.

Brett wiped the sweat off his face with his wadded T-shirt. “My sister’s about to have a baby,” he beamed. “It’s a girl. She’s been looking for someone to do a mural on one wall of the nursery. Fairies or something. Could you do it?”

Ah, so there was a reason this man was speaking to her. Bingo. It wasn’t because he thought she was cute or beautiful or gorgeous or sexy or whatever men needed to think to ask a woman out. It was because he needed her services.

She blew out a breath and let her shoulders fall. This was more comfortable territory than thinking he was attracted to her.

Wasn’t it?

Or maybe it was actually disappointing deep down.

He stared at her quizzically.

Shit. He’d asked her a question. “Uh, I suppose. Yes. Does she live near here? When does she need it?”

He nodded. “Close, yes. And she still has a few weeks. How long does a mural usually take?”

“Oh, it depends. But often not more than a day or two. I can do it on my days off. Usually over a weekend.”

“Cool. Do you have a card or something? I could have her call you.” This conversation was more bizarre than any she’d ever had. She didn’t know this man. He could be a serial killer for all she knew. Although that wasn’t likely considering how normal he seemed— if you overlooked his physique. That part was not remotely normal.

“No.” She felt a flush race up her cheeks. “Haven’t really needed one. But I’ve got a website if she wants to see some of my previous work. It’s not much, but it’s there.” She reached into her bag and pulled out a coffee shop receipt. Flipping it over, she wrote her web address and phone number on the back side and then handed it to him.

Who in their right mind would contact her after that most unprofessional exchange? She really did need business cards if she ever expected to make a go of her art career.

Who was she kidding? An art career? She’d been slowly accumulating pieces for the last few years. But the reality was she didn’t have the savings to take a risk and go all in. She needed a backup job to keep the rent paid. So, she’d been scouring the want ads for another family needing a nanny.

Maybe she was selling herself short? She sat up straighter, smiled warmly, and made a mental decision to expand her job focus. “I’d be happy to meet with your sister sometime to discuss the possibilities. If she’s interested.”

Brett tucked the receipt in his shorts pocket and smiled back at her.
“Perfect. I’ll let her know.”
Becca Jameson. Catching Zia (Kindle Locations 97-126). Becca Jameson.

Of course he would be at his sister’s home when she worked. He planned it so he could take her to dinner. A dinner where the attraction between them grew to be sizzling.

However his sins of omission would cause a rift undermining his attempts to further their connection.

I can’t say how many times I shook my head and said no, no, no, in this. Men can be so dumb sometimes and women can be so stubborn.

This is not a typical relationship since Brett is a ‘star’, but it’s definitely a challenging one. Steamy sex and misunderstandings make for a page turning read.

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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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My Review of Becca Jameson’s Thrust – The Underground Book 5


The Underground Series
Becca Jameson’s spin-off of her wildly popular series
The Fight Club
featuring those insanely sexy Russian fighters. They long for a good, clean life totally unlike that they lived on the streets of Russia, and left Vegas for the Chicago underground fight scene. But trouble follows them, and they get caught up in some distastefully dirty Russian mob dealings.

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Alena Dudko’s life has been upside down for a year and a half. First she was abducted and held for six months in Russia, and then she was rescued and went into hiding in the US. She’s done hiding. She’s also done tiptoeing around Ivan Belinsky, pretending she doesn’t want the man in her bed.

Ivan has been responsible for keeping Alena safe for nearly two months. He has spent every minute of that time fighting his attraction toward her. After all, she’s his best friend’s sister, she has no idea Ivan is a Dominant, and she has innocence written on her forehead. She is off limits.

When Alena bares everything—literally—Ivan is forced to face his feelings head on. But nothing changes the fact that the leader of the Russian Mafia is after both them and their friends. The FBI is working frantically to capture Anton Yenin and put an end to the terror, but it’s taking longer than anyone would have hoped.

Alena won’t wait for the threat to be contained. She intends to live her life now. It’s up to Ivan. In? Or out?

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It seems Alena is getting tired of a lot of things not just being hidden. She wants Ivan to notice her as more than Mikhail’s sister. So with Sergei out of the apartment and her brother with Haley she makes her move. Oh what a move it is, poor Ivan isn’t given much of a choice as he faces her nudity and his own libido. In spite of his initial instincts he knows he must speak with Mikhail before this goes too far. He needs her brother’s blessing in order to pursue this undeniable attraction. First he has to get her out of the apartment and to the gym. Trust me when I say Alena is not pleased.

This is a favorite scene after Alena realizes Mikhail and Ivan had been talking about her. She runs out of the gym and Ivan follows.

“Do you know how many times I’ve been alone in the last year? None. Not one goddamn second. Not even a millisecond. Sure, I was being held in some fucked-up facility in Siberia for months, but when I was rescued and told I would be coming to the US and reuniting with my brother, do you know what I thought?”

He didn’t move.

She wasn’t waiting for a response, anyway. “I thought finally, finally, freedom. Boy was I wrong. If I knew then what I know now, I’d probably tell those guys who rescued me to leave me there. Three square meals. No running. No hiding. Nobody chasing me.”

Still he didn’t move.

“I hate this life. Hate it. You guys boss me around all day like I have no sense. Like I’m three years old.” She got sassy, tossing her hair back and forth and speaking in a sing-songy voice. “‘ Alena, don’t go so close to the window.’ ‘Alena, no you can’t get a job.’ ‘Alena, tell me what feminine products you want from the store, and I’ll get them for you.’”

Ivan flinched.

“Even my fucking period is something you all five probably have on your calendars. I don’t own a piece of lingerie one of you didn’t purchase for me. I don’t even have a vibrator.” Yeah, I just said that out loud.

She continued, not giving a fuck if someone else heard her. “So, don’t you waltz out here to tell me what to do. I’ve had enough. How dare you share what happened this morning with my brother. My brother.” Her voice rose again.
Jameson, Becca. Thrust (The Underground Book 5) (Kindle Locations 685-697). Hartwood Publishing. Kindle Edition.

While Alena may have given Ivan a chance, one he didn’t take full advantage of, now she’s done. Ivan has his work cut out for him in order to prove his feelings for her. Then there is his dominance, it’s more than just an attitude it’s his lifestyle.

In the meantime Anton’s henchmen are still trying to get their hands on Bethany or Alena. Bethany to keep her from reporting the story and Alena as bait to get one of the guys.

However, there’s some newcomers on the scene and when Alena is attacked in the clinic it adds a whole new level to the FBI’s investigation.

It’s like a game of Chess crossed with Who’s who as the guys try to keep their women safe and still continue to fight regularly.

Anton is turning up the heat, he needs the formula to work and he doesn’t have a lot of time to get the right antibodies into his system for the drug to adhere to.

Fast paced and full of twists and turns as the Russian FSB adds fuel to the fire. Alena’s introduction to Ivan’s brand of BDSM is sensual and erotic. Yet there is still so much going on.

I can’t wait for Torque coming November 3, 2016

5 Contented Purrs for Becca!

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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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Review of Becca Jameson’s Submit – Underground Series Book 4


The Underground Series
Becca Jameson’s spin-off of her wildly popular series
The Fight Club
featuring those insanely sexy Russian fighters. They long for a good, clean life totally unlike that they lived on the streets of Russia, and left Vegas for the Chicago underground fight scene. But trouble follows them, and they get caught up in some distastefully dirty Russian mob dealings.
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Nikolav Andropov has just joined his friends in Chicago after years of fighting in the underground MMA circuit in Vegas. When he agrees to go babysit a woman with food poisoning in the middle of the night, he isn’t prepared for the punch to the gut the woman delivers. Even in her confused, nauseous state, she sends his libido through the roof.

Belinda Gallo is a reporter for Chicago’s largest multimedia news outlet. All she’s interested in is capturing the biggest story of her career for a one-hour primetime special—the murders of numerous local homeless people. She has no idea one of her good friends was also kidnapped and should have been among the dead. And she certainly isn’t prepared to meet five enormous sexy fighters, one of whom has proclaimed himself to be her protector.

Nikolav has perfected the art of brooding, reminding Belinda of a vampire. He’s nothing like any man she’s dated, but that doesn’t stop her from falling for him. The problem is, no matter how hard she tries to lure him into her bed, he isn’t taking the bait.

What the hell is wrong with him? Or is it her? In any case, while she tries to figure out what game he’s playing, the Russian Mafia is intent on stopping her from capturing her story. And they mean business.

If she wants to keep herself, her family, and her friends alive, she’s going to need to take drastic action. Will her decision destroy the tenuous relationship she’s formed with Nikolav? Or will it make them stronger?

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When she asked her friend Hailey to fix her up with one of the guys, the last thing Belinda expected was for the guy to show up while she is sick. Nikolav is sent by Mikael when their suspicions are raised. Why did Belinda get sick and not them. The possible answer is too frightening to expand on. Belinda is embarrassed and can’t figure out why Nikolav would even want to be around her after seeing her so sick.

Little does she know this is a big part of who he is. A Dominant who loves taking care of a submissive. But is Belinda a submissive, could she give that much trust to someone? Always fighting her way up she finally gets the story that can make a difference. The missing homeless that are turning up dead. Then the FBI puts a gag order on her and her boss.

Things get even more intense, with Anton putting the heat on his researchers and his moles in the FBI. With the heat on, Belinda is not safe, Anton doesn’t want the publicity her story could direct at him.

A page turner that keeps the suspense ramping up. The build up of emotions as Nikolav finds not only his perfect submissive but also love is sad yet funny. My only complaint is there was too much repetition from the end of Guard. I think it more of a summary would have worked better for me.

Read the excerpt below for one of my favorite scenes.
I can’t wait for Thrust the next one in this series coming October 6, 2016!

4.5 Contented Purrs for Becca!

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From Becca Jameson’s Website
He didn’t hear her approach, and she found him standing at the window staring out between the blinds.Damn he was built.She didn’t move an inch, taking in the way his muscles bulged down his back, tapering to his waist. His biceps were huge. She wouldn’t be able to wrap both hands around them.She licked her lips.It felt like she’d known him much longer than two days, which was ludicrous considering she’d spent the first day sick and sleeping and the second day at work and running for her life.But, Lord, he had her attention every time they were in the same room. Her palms were sweating as she watched the ripples run down his back. If the situation were different… If she wasn’t the sort of person she was… If she could throw caution to the wind and be reckless… Oh yeah. She would sleep with this sexy vampire in a heartbeat. Not a doubt.As if suddenly sensing her presence, he released the blinds and turned around. “Hey, didn’t hear you,” he whispered.She stepped inside, shaking lustful thoughts from her head to find her brain. “I don’t want to kick you out of your bed.” It was true. She felt horrible about that. However, she also didn’t see a solution. It was hardly reasonable for her to go sleep with Sergei on the couch. Although, the sectional was huge. If she had one end and he had the other…“It’s no problem.”“It’s rude of me. I can seriously make do with anything. A blanket and a corner of that gigantic sofa will be fine.”

Nikolav chuckled. “Not a chance in hell, babe.” He stepped toward her. “If you thought your chastity was unsafe with me, you haven’t met Sergei.”

She flinched. “I’m pretty good at keeping my clothes on without any outside help.” And then she cringed. “Or I was until yesterday.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

She rolled her eyes. “Somehow I found myself dressed in the most ridiculous T-shirt and sweat pants. I know I didn’t put them on.” She felt a flush creep up her face as she verbalized her embarrassment.

Nikolav chuckled again. “Belinda, yes you did. Trust me, I wasn’t sure you were lucid enough to manage changing alone, but you did. Obviously you weren’t lucid enough to remember it, though. Yes, I went through your things to find you something to wear, but I left you in the bathroom to put them on. What you were wearing when I arrived needed to be burned.”

Now she was even more embarrassed. “Oh. Okay. Fine. Good. But still. I think I can handle myself around your friend. You act as if I’m unable to ward off random male advances.” In reality, she sort of was—at least when it came to Nikolav. If he stepped any closer, she might fling herself at him to see how his lips tasted and to feel his firm chest pressed against hers.

Hell, if he reached for her himself, she would be complete putty.

So maybe there was some merit to his concern, but not with regard to Sergei. Sure, the man was just as enormous and built and tall and sexy, but he didn’t do it for her like Nikolav did.

The broody vampire expression she often found on Nikolav’s face made her panties wet. In fact, she reached for her throat with one hand to rub her neck, shivering at the thought of his lips on her. She really needed to stop reading vampire novels or get her head examined.

But it was difficult to avoid thinking of him as some sort of night stalker since his looks epitomized every male bloodsucker in every novel she’d ever read.

“Nevertheless, I don’t leave women I care about alone with Sergei for one minute. The man’s a chick magnet. He can draw a woman into his web in seconds and eat her up and spit her out.” He turned toward his dresser and opened a drawer. When he spun around again, he held out a black T-shirt.

She was still reeling from his description of Sergei. Was Nikolav concerned for her well-being out of sheer politeness, or did he want her for himself?

“You want something to sleep in? Or you gonna stand there all night and argue with me about who gets the bed?” He stepped closer, lifting the T-shirt higher and shaking it out.

She glanced at the bed. It was king-sized. This entire argument was unnecessary. They were grown adults. They could both sleep in his bed without mauling each other. It wasn’t as if there was some reason to maintain some level of propriety. Who cared?

She took the shirt from him and pulled it toward her chest. On her next breath, she realized what a mistake it would be to put it on. It smelled exactly like him. Even though it was clean and folded in the drawer, it held his scent.

“I’ll let you get some sleep.” He started to squeeze past her where she still stood blocking the doorway.

“This is silly. We can both sleep in that bed. It’s large enough that we’ll each have our own zip code. Just give me a few minutes to change.”

He narrowed his gaze. “Not a good idea.”

“Why?”

“Because you’re sexy and feisty and smart, and you smell like a million bucks. All qualities that will make it impossible for me to keep my hands to myself.” He grinned.

“So you’re saying Sergei isn’t the only one who can’t keep it in his pants for more than a few seconds?” What the hell was making her tempt him like this? She needed to shut her mouth and stop pushing.

But it was too easy. And she stood taller after he presented her with all those characteristics, making her feel like she was the best catch on the planet. Did he truly see her that way?

He chuckled. “Woman…”

She set a hand on his rock-hard chest and pushed him out the door. “Give me five minutes.” Before he could speak again, she pushed the door closed, leaving him standing in the hall.

Before she could change her mind, she crossed the room, stripped out of her clothes, and put the T-shirt on. Dressed in nothing but her panties and the shirt that hung halfway down her thighs, she folded her clothes and set them on the desk chair.

And then she went back to open the door.

Nikolav was exiting the bathroom across the hall. His gaze met hers and then roamed down her body. He followed her back into the room and closed the door once more.

“Which side do you want me to take?”

He shook his head and smirked. “Any side you want,” he replied as if there were more than two options. “I won’t be in it with you.”

She set her hands on her hips. “Do you have some crazy notion that sleeping in the same room with me will somehow taint my reputation or give people the wrong idea? Because I’m thirty years old. And so are you. If I wanted to sleep with you—have sex, I mean—I would do so with no regrets. Don’t tell me you’ve never slept with a woman you just met.” No way would she believe that. Every time Nikolav left the house, he undoubtedly had women vying for his attention.

He lifted a brow and crossed his arms, his legs spread and feet planted. “You telling me you frequently sleep with men you’ve just met?”

She hesitated. She should lie. But it wasn’t in her nature. “No. But that’s not the point. I could if I wanted to.”

“Do you?”

Hell yes. “Do you?”

He rubbed his head and turned around to face the wall. “Woman, you’re making my brain hurt.” He pointed behind him toward the bed. “Get in. If I argue with you about this any longer, I’m going to get a headache.”

She scrambled onto the closest side of the bed, next to the door, and pulled the covers over her chest. His comforter was a fluffy chocolate brown, and the sheets matched.

Nikolav blew out a breath, turned around, and headed for the other side of the bed. Her breath caught when he tugged his shirt over his head and dropped it on the floor.

She only had a moment to examine the tattoo reaching across one shoulder and down his arm. But she caught some sort of wings. He turned out the light on the bedside table and then tugged off his jeans, letting them fall on the floor. Enough light showed through the sides of the blinds to illuminate him.

Wearing nothing but boxer briefs, he slid into his side of the bed flat on his back.

Belinda’s adrenaline was still pumping through her veins from the busy day, the chase through the Chicago streets, and hours of perfecting her notes for Chicago Multimedia. There was no way she could possibly sleep anytime soon, but she needed to at least lie still so Nikolav could sleep.

Every breath made her slowly regret her decision to share this bed, this room, or even this apartment. Everything smelled like him. His T-shirt, his sheets, the pillow, the air in the room…

Masculine with the faint scent of whatever soap he used. Visions of crossing into his time zone on the other side of the enormous bed and snuggling into his side made her mouth water.

She would never be able to sleep.

“You’re breathing like you just ran a fast mile,” he muttered.

“I’m pretty sure that’s your fault.” It totally was. He managed to keep her off-kilter constantly, whether intentional or not.

He groaned, turning onto his side to face away from her and punching his pillow into submission.

“Look, I’m sorry, but I feel like I’ve been picked up by a tornado and dumped in another dimension. First food poisoning. Then a long day of work. Then masked gunmen chasing me through Chicago after attempting to blow me to pieces with an explosion. Then I meet with the FBI. The FBI? Whoever meets with the FBI? And then I have to put any normal response to too much stimuli aside and work in the middle of the night.

“On top of all that, a gigantic, brooding, bossy vampire is following me around, and I have no idea what intentions he has concerning me.

“So, yeah. I’m struggling to catch my breath, and I won’t be able to fall asleep for hours. I offered to sleep in another room or even the floor. I have nothing of my own with me but the clothes on my back. I met the man in the bed next to me yesterday while I was leaning over the toilet, and there are three other people in the apartment I met briefly.

“I have no idea what I’m supposed to do tomorrow. I have a job to do that’s suddenly limited by the FBI, and chances are I’m going to have a battle on my hands the first time I mention going to work. I—”

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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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My Review of Becca Jameson’s Guard – Underground Series Book 3


The Underground Series
Becca Jameson’s spin-off of her wildly popular series
The Fight Club
featuring those insanely sexy Russian fighters. They long for a good, clean life totally unlike that they lived on the streets of Russia, and left Vegas for the Chicago underground fight scene. But trouble follows them, and they get caught up in some distastefully dirty Russian mob dealings.
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Haley Sullivan has been through hell and back. Mistaken for homeless, she was snatched off the street by the Russian Mafia and injected with an unknown substance for two weeks. Confused and scared out of her mind, she manages to get her hands on a gun and shoots randomly at a group of men, hoping to escape.

With Mikhail Dudko has followed two Russian idiots who work for the Mafia after a strange ransom exchange. After a shootout that leaves the two mobsters dead—along with the owner of the house—he’s shocked to find the initial shooter to be a frightened, drugged, redheaded woman who takes his breath away in an instant.

But Haley’s saga has just begun. The Russian Mafia wants her back. And Mikhail finds himself glued to her side twenty-four-seven in an effort to protect her. As he falls harder for her every day, he realizes she’s everything he could ever ask for in a woman: gorgeous, kindhearted, and…submissive.

Haley has a lot to work through. The last thing she needs is a man breathing down her back night and day. An enormous man who fights mixed martial arts for an underground Mafia ring and spends the rest of his time bossing her around in a way that makes her heart beat rapidly and her toes curl under just looking at him.

Has she changed? Or did she always have a latent need to be dominated in her blood?

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This tale just keeps getting better and better. Each book unveils a new aspect of our main mystery. That mystery, what is Anton Yenin cooking up in his labs and how soon can the FBI put him out of business?

We start this installment right where we left off, after Haley is rescued from the clutches of Dr. Ted Christianson. Mikhail hasn’t left her. Providing her with safety and security on the inside of her apartment while the FBI is outside. From the moment he carried her from the doctor’s house Mikhail has been fighting his feelings. He wants her but he is a dominant and needs a submissive. Every instinct he has says she is submissive, but would she be willing to try? Slow is the key here, maybe…

As their attraction grows so does the danger as Anton Yenin moves forward with his plans. Now even the FBI is suspect as the tension rises.

Hot Russian MMA fighters and the strong women who come to love them. Sizzling hot scenes, lots of suspense and hold your breath action.

Read the excerpt below for one of my favorite scenes. I can’t wait to read the next one in this series Submit, which is waiting on my kindle now.

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From Becca Jameson’s Website
“Why do you do it?” she mumbled.“Do what?” His hand threaded deeper into her hair, forcing her face closer to his. Another few inches and she could get her wish to taste those luscious lips.“Stay here. With me,” she whispered. Why was she lying halfway on this man in nothing but a thin, tight camisole? Insanity was taking over.

“Because you don’t want to go to a safe house, and my apartment is crowded?” He smiled through his logic.

She stared at his lips as a smile spread. Her heart beat faster. She licked her own lips, her mouth suddenly dry.

Silence. Long moments of nothing but her heart rate pounding in her ears. She couldn’t remove her gaze from his mouth.

And then his hand flattened on the back of her head and he pressed gently. “Kiss me.” His voice was ragged. Deeper. Hoarse. He inhaled slowly, not pressing harder. Waiting.

She couldn’t move. She wanted those lips on her so badly. But should she? Weren’t they crossing into dangerous territory if she did so?

“Mikhail…” His name rolled off her tongue. So what if she threw caution to the wind and kissed this gorgeous man who was staying in her apartment? “I don’t want to make things awkward between us,” she told his lips.

“They don’t have to be awkward.”

“But we’re…”

“We’re what? We met. We have a connection. We’re permitted to act on it. There’s no law that says otherwise.”

She wiggled out of his grip and hauled herself to sitting next to him. “There’s the fact that I need you. I don’t want to ruin our friendship because I don’t think I can stay here alone right now.” She crossed her legs and fumbled with her fingers in her lap. “I’m not being fair at all. I know that. But you make me safe. My world’s upside down, and the only times I feel normal are when you’re close. It’s not rational.”

He stroked his hand down her arm and cupped her elbow. “Not everything has to be rational. It just is. There’s a chemistry between us, and you know it. I’ve done my best to keep my distance, let you clear your brain of all the drugs, give you time to put your head on straight.

“But it’s been almost three weeks. I’m not going to lie and say I haven’t been attracted to you from the moment I saw you. I’ve tried to talk myself out of it, but every time I lose.”

She watched his face closely. He was dead serious. And his voice… Damn his voice. His Russian accent tingled down her spine every time he spoke. But right now… His hoarse deep timbre… God…

“You’re so gorgeous.” He touched her hair again. “I love these curls. I love your porcelain skin. I love the way you cross your feet under you nearly every time you sit anywhere. When you laugh, it lights up your face. When you cry, it burns in my chest.” He rubbed a hand between his pecs.

She stopped breathing. Was it possible he was as attracted to her as she was to him?

“If you don’t feel the same, just say so, and I won’t ever mention it again.”

Seconds ticked by again. She slowly lifted her gaze to his face, seeing the vulnerability there. The man laid all the cards down. Without hesitating another moment, she lurched forward and set her mouth on his. She intended to keep it simple, express her agreement with her lips, but that’s not how it went.

As soon as she felt his warm full soft lips, she angled to one side and pressed harder, deepening the kiss. She’d never in her life been this brazen.

But then again, a sexy Russian fighter had never slept for three weeks on her couch.

His lips were everything she imagined and more. Soft. Delicious. And Lord the man knew how to use them.

When she licked the seam between them to tease him with her tongue, her world flipped upside down.

Literally.

He grabbed her shoulders and switched positions with her so she was flat on her back and he hovered over her. Except he didn’t hover. Not at all.

He never broke the kiss. He thrust his tongue into her mouth and devoured her, one hand cupping her face with fingers so broad they extended from the back of her head, over her cheek, and down her neck. His palm rested on her shoulder.

When she moaned into his mouth, he tossed one leg over hers, nudging her knees apart to situate his thigh between them.

She grabbed his forearm with one hand and cupped the back of his head with the other. Holy smokes. Her arousal shot through the roof. Brain cells leaked out onto the pillow. Every inhale filled her senses with more of him. Every swipe of her tongue filled her with his taste.

She molded her hands to his head and forearm, learning his feel. He was rock solid, and she loved it. She smoothed her hand down from his head to his neck and then his back. Every inch of him. Tight bundles of bulging muscles.

He eased his hand down from her face to her torso, spreading his fingers out until they stretched around to her back and down toward her belly. His thumb grazed the edge of her breast and made her arch into him.

He kept kissing her.

She never wanted him to stop.

A fire she hadn’t known existed lit inside her, warming her everywhere. She couldn’t stay still. She needed to move. Touch him everywhere. And she let her hands roam all over his back and down to his ass. So bold. The tight muscles of his butt made her even hotter.

Her nipples pressed against the cotton, abrading them. She wiggled her hips as her pussy came alive as if it had been in hibernation just waiting for the right person to come along and bring it back to life. Wetness leaked into her panties and probably through to her PJs.

She lifted her hips involuntarily, craving the friction against his thigh.

He obliged by pushing his knee up higher and thrusting it against her sex.

Oh. God.

She couldn’t breathe. So much sensation all at once firing from everywhere. She grabbed his shoulders finally and pushed, trying to break the contact. Her body was on overload, every synapse firing at once. No room to think.

Mikhail broke the kiss when she shoved on his chest. His breathing was heavy and erratic. He set his forehead against hers as he caught his breath. His thumb stroked over the curve of her breast.

Suddenly she was self-conscious. This man was a god. His body was a vessel of perfection. She was a skinny redhead with nowhere close to the same level of experience as he clearly had.

After all, he’d managed to scramble her mind in seconds.

“Mikhail…” His name rolled off her tongue so easily. Like honey. And she licked her lips as soon as she spoke. They were swollen. Wet from his kiss.

“Stop squirming, baby. Please.” He closed his eyes, but his mouth curved into a grin.

She froze, not realizing she was still rubbing herself against his bare thigh. The man wore nothing but boxers. “Sorry.” The word came out as a squeak. What was wrong with her?

His eyes popped open. “Don’t be. God, never be sorry for the way you feel. Especially if it’s hot and needy. It’s just that you’re making it difficult for me to be a gentleman here.”

His thumb. God, that thumb. He was driving her mad stroking it across the swollen globe. Every time she breathed, her chest rose up into his thumb tighter.

She opened her mouth, though she didn’t have any idea how to respond. Her face heated. There would be red splotches everywhere, even down her chest and across her breasts. She’d never been able to control that reaction to embarrassment.

Mikhail set a finger on her lips. “Shh. I can see the arguments running around in your head. Stop. Just let yourself feel.”

“I don’t…” she muttered against his finger.

He pressed harder. “I know.”

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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.

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