At His Mercy (Domination and Submission Romance)
Elena Caine has secrets. The kind that could devastate her life if they’re revealed. And now a selfish bastard is dragging the skeletons out of her closet. She’s being blackmailed. There’s no way out. Then the quietly seductive Dom Kyler Pierce decides to blackmail her too. As Kyler and Elena face their common enemy, overpowering sexual heat sizzles between them. They want each other. Need each other. But happiness may be beyond their reach. For this determined Dom and reluctant submissive to have any chance at love, Elena must learn the most essential lesson of Domination and submission—to trust her Dom. Especially when she is on her knees…and her world is tumbling down around her.
(Previously published as Blackmailed)
Length: Long novella, approx. 30,000 words
SAMPLE
“Will you tell me why you’re so angry?”
He looked away.
Her nerves crawling, she watched his throat work as he swallowed. Nothing.
“You won’t give me a chance to explain?”
“I don’t know if I can believe anything you say.”
Where did that leave her? This man, whose eyes were cold as icicles, held her job in the palm of his hand. Her job, the medical insurance that paid for her brother’s treatment. Her entire future. She couldn’t get any more desperate than that. “What will it take to prove to you that I can be believed? I stayed. Right? You didn’t lock me in. You won the bet, and I didn’t leave, even though I wanted to.”
“Yeah, well, that could also be because you didn’t want your pretty little ass hauled to jail.”
“I’m not sure that would be any worse,” she said, frankly. “I mean, you’re throwing these threats around, acting one way one second, totally different the next. It’s confusing. Scary.”
Her eyes were burning, darn it. Her nose. Don’t cry. He’ll think you’re trying to manipulate him.
She blinked several times.
His eyes narrowed, his gaze becoming even chillier. Sub-arctic. “There you go with the waterworks again. I see now. Whenever you get backed into a corner, you throw the switch, the tears start to flow, and you’re off the hook.” He crowded her, grabbed her chin, and glared into her eyes. “It doesn’t work with me anymore. I know the truth about you now. I know you’re fucking Matt Becker, and you’re itching for a promotion—from the whore of a sales manager to the whore of a vice president.”
She felt sick. Was that really what he believed? “No, I’m not sleeping with Matt. You’re wrong.”
“Funny.” He dragged his thumb over her lower lip. He walked her backward, until her back hit the wall. He thrust his arms forward, caging her head between them. “But if you’d just come to me, I’d have fucked you. You could’ve had your vice president. In fact…” He dropped his head and kissed her roughly. His tongue thrust into her mouth, in complete domination.
Instantly, her body was on fire. Yes, this was what she’d wanted last night. Pulses of liquid heat pounded down her torso to the juncture of her thighs. Despite her confusion, she kissed him back, letting the searing heat of the kiss burn away everything.
Insanity! This was complete craziness. But she couldn’t help reacting to his kisses. She’d been waiting, ready. She moaned, stroking his tongue with hers. Exploring the sweet depth of his mouth.
He bent his elbows, crushing his hard body against hers. Wedged a knee between her trembling thighs.
Crazy!
She moaned, rocking her hips back and forth, desperate to rub away the ache building between her legs.
He suckled her tongue and she slid her hands up his stomach, whimpering.
Her head was swimming. Her body melting. Her brain short-circuiting. She was falling, sliding down the wall, unable to remain standing another second. Her pussy rested on his knee, a support. Oh, the sensation. The glory of that hard leg against her soft, swollen tissues.
Insanity!
He caught her up into his arms and carried her to the bed, laid her on it and then climbed over her. More of those amazing nuclear-reactor-hot kisses. He gave her more, and she accepted him, eagerly. His hands started at the sides of her face but—much to her joy—didn’t remain there for long. Down her neck they traveled, to her shoulders, lower. He cupped her breasts and she arched her back, pushing her breasts into his hands.
I need to stop this. Right now. Stop. Now.
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(Previously published as Blackmailed)
Length: Long novella, approx. 30,000 words
SAMPLE
“Will you tell me why you’re so angry?”
He looked away.
Her nerves crawling, she watched his throat work as he swallowed. Nothing.
“You won’t give me a chance to explain?”
“I don’t know if I can believe anything you say.”
Where did that leave her? This man, whose eyes were cold as icicles, held her job in the palm of his hand. Her job, the medical insurance that paid for her brother’s treatment. Her entire future. She couldn’t get any more desperate than that. “What will it take to prove to you that I can be believed? I stayed. Right? You didn’t lock me in. You won the bet, and I didn’t leave, even though I wanted to.”
“Yeah, well, that could also be because you didn’t want your pretty little ass hauled to jail.”
“I’m not sure that would be any worse,” she said, frankly. “I mean, you’re throwing these threats around, acting one way one second, totally different the next. It’s confusing. Scary.”
Her eyes were burning, darn it. Her nose. Don’t cry. He’ll think you’re trying to manipulate him.
She blinked several times.
His eyes narrowed, his gaze becoming even chillier. Sub-arctic. “There you go with the waterworks again. I see now. Whenever you get backed into a corner, you throw the switch, the tears start to flow, and you’re off the hook.” He crowded her, grabbed her chin, and glared into her eyes. “It doesn’t work with me anymore. I know the truth about you now. I know you’re fucking Matt Becker, and you’re itching for a promotion—from the whore of a sales manager to the whore of a vice president.”
She felt sick. Was that really what he believed? “No, I’m not sleeping with Matt. You’re wrong.”
“Funny.” He dragged his thumb over her lower lip. He walked her backward, until her back hit the wall. He thrust his arms forward, caging her head between them. “But if you’d just come to me, I’d have fucked you. You could’ve had your vice president. In fact…” He dropped his head and kissed her roughly. His tongue thrust into her mouth, in complete domination.
Instantly, her body was on fire. Yes, this was what she’d wanted last night. Pulses of liquid heat pounded down her torso to the juncture of her thighs. Despite her confusion, she kissed him back, letting the searing heat of the kiss burn away everything.
Insanity! This was complete craziness. But she couldn’t help reacting to his kisses. She’d been waiting, ready. She moaned, stroking his tongue with hers. Exploring the sweet depth of his mouth.
He bent his elbows, crushing his hard body against hers. Wedged a knee between her trembling thighs.
Crazy!
She moaned, rocking her hips back and forth, desperate to rub away the ache building between her legs.
He suckled her tongue and she slid her hands up his stomach, whimpering.
Her head was swimming. Her body melting. Her brain short-circuiting. She was falling, sliding down the wall, unable to remain standing another second. Her pussy rested on his knee, a support. Oh, the sensation. The glory of that hard leg against her soft, swollen tissues.
Insanity!
He caught her up into his arms and carried her to the bed, laid her on it and then climbed over her. More of those amazing nuclear-reactor-hot kisses. He gave her more, and she accepted him, eagerly. His hands started at the sides of her face but—much to her joy—didn’t remain there for long. Down her neck they traveled, to her shoulders, lower. He cupped her breasts and she arched her back, pushing her breasts into his hands.
I need to stop this. Right now. Stop. Now.
At His Mercy (Domination and Submission Romance)
Elena Caine has secrets. The kind that could devastate her life if they’re revealed. And now a selfish bastard is dragging the skeletons out of her closet. She’s being blackmailed. There’s no way out. Then the quietly seductive Dom Kyler Pierce decides to blackmail her too. As Kyler and Elena face their common enemy, overpowering sexual heat sizzles between them. They want each other. Need each other. But happiness may be beyond their reach. For this determined Dom and reluctant submissive to have any chance at love, Elena must learn the most essential lesson of Domination and submission—to trust her Dom. Especially when she is on her knees…and her world is tumbling down around her.
(Previously published as Blackmailed)
Length: Long novella, approx. 30,000 words
SAMPLE
“Will you tell me why you’re so angry?”
He looked away.
Her nerves crawling, she watched his throat work as he swallowed. Nothing.
“You won’t give me a chance to explain?”
“I don’t know if I can believe anything you say.”
Where did that leave her? This man, whose eyes were cold as icicles, held her job in the palm of his hand. Her job, the medical insurance that paid for her brother’s treatment. Her entire future. She couldn’t get any more desperate than that. “What will it take to prove to you that I can be believed? I stayed. Right? You didn’t lock me in. You won the bet, and I didn’t leave, even though I wanted to.”
“Yeah, well, that could also be because you didn’t want your pretty little ass hauled to jail.”
“I’m not sure that would be any worse,” she said, frankly. “I mean, you’re throwing these threats around, acting one way one second, totally different the next. It’s confusing. Scary.”
Her eyes were burning, darn it. Her nose. Don’t cry. He’ll think you’re trying to manipulate him.
She blinked several times.
His eyes narrowed, his gaze becoming even chillier. Sub-arctic. “There you go with the waterworks again. I see now. Whenever you get backed into a corner, you throw the switch, the tears start to flow, and you’re off the hook.” He crowded her, grabbed her chin, and glared into her eyes. “It doesn’t work with me anymore. I know the truth about you now. I know you’re fucking Matt Becker, and you’re itching for a promotion—from the whore of a sales manager to the whore of a vice president.”
She felt sick. Was that really what he believed? “No, I’m not sleeping with Matt. You’re wrong.”
“Funny.” He dragged his thumb over her lower lip. He walked her backward, until her back hit the wall. He thrust his arms forward, caging her head between them. “But if you’d just come to me, I’d have fucked you. You could’ve had your vice president. In fact…” He dropped his head and kissed her roughly. His tongue thrust into her mouth, in complete domination.
Instantly, her body was on fire. Yes, this was what she’d wanted last night. Pulses of liquid heat pounded down her torso to the juncture of her thighs. Despite her confusion, she kissed him back, letting the searing heat of the kiss burn away everything.
Insanity! This was complete craziness. But she couldn’t help reacting to his kisses. She’d been waiting, ready. She moaned, stroking his tongue with hers. Exploring the sweet depth of his mouth.
He bent his elbows, crushing his hard body against hers. Wedged a knee between her trembling thighs.
Crazy!
She moaned, rocking her hips back and forth, desperate to rub away the ache building between her legs.
He suckled her tongue and she slid her hands up his stomach, whimpering.
Her head was swimming. Her body melting. Her brain short-circuiting. She was falling, sliding down the wall, unable to remain standing another second. Her pussy rested on his knee, a support. Oh, the sensation. The glory of that hard leg against her soft, swollen tissues.
Insanity!
He caught her up into his arms and carried her to the bed, laid her on it and then climbed over her. More of those amazing nuclear-reactor-hot kisses. He gave her more, and she accepted him, eagerly. His hands started at the sides of her face but—much to her joy—didn’t remain there for long. Down her neck they traveled, to her shoulders, lower. He cupped her breasts and she arched her back, pushing her breasts into his hands.
I need to stop this. Right now. Stop. Now.
(Previously published as Blackmailed)
Length: Long novella, approx. 30,000 words
SAMPLE
“Will you tell me why you’re so angry?”
He looked away.
Her nerves crawling, she watched his throat work as he swallowed. Nothing.
“You won’t give me a chance to explain?”
“I don’t know if I can believe anything you say.”
Where did that leave her? This man, whose eyes were cold as icicles, held her job in the palm of his hand. Her job, the medical insurance that paid for her brother’s treatment. Her entire future. She couldn’t get any more desperate than that. “What will it take to prove to you that I can be believed? I stayed. Right? You didn’t lock me in. You won the bet, and I didn’t leave, even though I wanted to.”
“Yeah, well, that could also be because you didn’t want your pretty little ass hauled to jail.”
“I’m not sure that would be any worse,” she said, frankly. “I mean, you’re throwing these threats around, acting one way one second, totally different the next. It’s confusing. Scary.”
Her eyes were burning, darn it. Her nose. Don’t cry. He’ll think you’re trying to manipulate him.
She blinked several times.
His eyes narrowed, his gaze becoming even chillier. Sub-arctic. “There you go with the waterworks again. I see now. Whenever you get backed into a corner, you throw the switch, the tears start to flow, and you’re off the hook.” He crowded her, grabbed her chin, and glared into her eyes. “It doesn’t work with me anymore. I know the truth about you now. I know you’re fucking Matt Becker, and you’re itching for a promotion—from the whore of a sales manager to the whore of a vice president.”
She felt sick. Was that really what he believed? “No, I’m not sleeping with Matt. You’re wrong.”
“Funny.” He dragged his thumb over her lower lip. He walked her backward, until her back hit the wall. He thrust his arms forward, caging her head between them. “But if you’d just come to me, I’d have fucked you. You could’ve had your vice president. In fact…” He dropped his head and kissed her roughly. His tongue thrust into her mouth, in complete domination.
Instantly, her body was on fire. Yes, this was what she’d wanted last night. Pulses of liquid heat pounded down her torso to the juncture of her thighs. Despite her confusion, she kissed him back, letting the searing heat of the kiss burn away everything.
Insanity! This was complete craziness. But she couldn’t help reacting to his kisses. She’d been waiting, ready. She moaned, stroking his tongue with hers. Exploring the sweet depth of his mouth.
He bent his elbows, crushing his hard body against hers. Wedged a knee between her trembling thighs.
Crazy!
She moaned, rocking her hips back and forth, desperate to rub away the ache building between her legs.
He suckled her tongue and she slid her hands up his stomach, whimpering.
Her head was swimming. Her body melting. Her brain short-circuiting. She was falling, sliding down the wall, unable to remain standing another second. Her pussy rested on his knee, a support. Oh, the sensation. The glory of that hard leg against her soft, swollen tissues.
Insanity!
He caught her up into his arms and carried her to the bed, laid her on it and then climbed over her. More of those amazing nuclear-reactor-hot kisses. He gave her more, and she accepted him, eagerly. His hands started at the sides of her face but—much to her joy—didn’t remain there for long. Down her neck they traveled, to her shoulders, lower. He cupped her breasts and she arched her back, pushing her breasts into his hands.
I need to stop this. Right now. Stop. Now.
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BN ID: | 2940015003291 |
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Publisher: | Novel Mind Books |
Publication date: | 07/24/2012 |
Sold by: | Barnes & Noble |
Format: | eBook |
Sales rank: | 761,154 |
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