Part 30 (1/2)

Enjoy the following excerpt for Bound to be Tamed: The snick of Dane and Aiden's apartment door behind Stephanie's back resonated like a gunshot in her mind. She leaned into the solid wood and stared at her feet. Her heart pounded so hard and so fast her ears rang.

Had she made the right decision coming to this penthouse apartment this morning, giving herself over to two s.e.xy men who proposed training her to be their full-time sub?

After the toughest weekend of her life, she now stood before her two Doms with fear traveling up her spine until her body shook. And man, did the two of them ever look hot. They were dressed in worn jeans and T-s.h.i.+rts, but since she usually only saw them ready for work, they were mouthwatering this morning.

Dane spoke first. ”Are you sure? You can still leave.”

She shook her head. She couldn't leave. In fact, she had no idea why she'd spent the weekend fretting over the decision. There was only one choice.

The nail-biting, pacing and exasperating struggle to quit her job and choose these two men over her previous life had all been a result of preconceived notions that there was something inherently wrong with this choice.

Who in their right mind gives up their free will to another human being, or two?

The answer? Someone who recognizes the amazing freedom total submission brings to her life.

”Please, come sit down,” Aiden said. ”You look petrified.”

Stephanie released her grip on the door behind her. She'd flattened her hands against the wood as though she could hold on to the outside world for one more minute with physical contact to the barrier. Or perhaps her molecules could seep through the thick door and back out into the corridor where she'd previously stood for twenty minutes, building up the courage to knock.

Gaze still lowered, Stephanie slid her purse from her shoulder and set it on the small table next to the door. She then stepped farther into the room, shuffled really. Her feet barely registered the commands from her brain.

She knew enough about what this arrangement would entail to be both confident and terrified.

After the weirdest week of her life, she was well-versed in the world of submission. However, no amount of research could possibly prepare her for the day-to-day experience she would encounter.

Stephanie sat on the edge of a leather armchair, perched with her hands on her knees. She wasn't following any rules yet. Would they give her some leeway for the first few minutes?

Neither man said a word about her stance. She breathed easy, in and out of her mouth, a desperate attempt to slow her pounding heart.

Dane strolled out of the room and returned moments later with a clinking gla.s.s. He handed it to her. ”Water. You look faint.” He knelt in front of her and met her gaze.

She sipped the cool liquid, the gla.s.s shaking in her hand and threatening to spill over the sides. Dane took the precarious water from her and set it on the coffee table.

Aiden crouched next to Dane, his hand resting on Dane's shoulder. ”Tell us what you've decided, Steph. We don't want you to feel pressured.”

She cleared her throat, but her voice still squeaked when she spoke. ”I'd like to be your sub, Sir.” She glanced at Aiden. ”And yours, Sir.” She turned her gaze toward Dane.

”You've read the letter we left and thought about our requests then?” Dane asked.

”Yes, Sir.” She gripped her knees together, something they would certainly not allow in the future. They were extreme sticklers about her thighs being open. But for now, she was safe. No one reprimanded her...yet. She clenched her p.u.s.s.y against the onslaught of arousal pulsing in her lower lips from the declaration of her submission.

Aiden continued, ”We didn't come to this decision lightly. We consulted Lori Polluck, our sponsor, and came up with a plan we feel is the best fit for all of us.” Aiden set his hand on her knee, stilling her bouncing leg.

Dane gripped her other knee. ”Just so we're clear. We'll use this morning to negotiate a plan for your training. Lori is coming over to meet with the three of us. We want you to get to know her and use her as a resource for any questions you might have.

”Life as a full-time s.e.xual submissive is intense at first. There is so much for you to learn. Aiden and I will be learning at the same time. What we know for sure after spending the week with you is that we adore you and can't think of anything we'd rather do than include you in our lives as our submissive.” Dane gripped her leg tighter.

There was only one viable choice. Submit.

As she'd spent the last forty-eight hours attempting to list all the reasons she shouldn't do this, she'd been bombarded with that one word over and over. Submit. Submit. Submit.

The s.e.xual energy she felt when those two syllables were uttered or thought was palpable. She'd never felt more alive than this past week under the care of Aiden and Dane. When they commanded, her body responded physically. A low ball of tight need lodged in her belly. Her p.u.s.s.y pulsed and squeezed with want. Her nipples hardened and abraded against whatever she wore.

h.e.l.l, when she even watched the two men interact with each other, her mouth watered. She'd never been so turned on in her life as she had seeing them f.u.c.k or suck each other off.

She would forever regret any other choice than the one to give herself to them completely and comply with their requests.

”I'm yours, Sirs.”

Her temptation...his salvation.

Living in Sin 2014 Jackie Ashenden Living In..., Book 2 At twenty, Lily Andrews has already lived a lifetime. Her battle with leukemia put her three years behind her ballet career, and now that the grueling treatment is behind her, she's eager to put her dancing shoes back on-literally and figuratively.

One man has been her personal light at the end of her tunnel, the one man she's sure will help her rekindle her pa.s.sion for life. Kahu Winter. And she'll let nothing stand in the way of having him-not even Kahu himself.

When Kahu catches Lily sneaking into his club, the desire in her eyes tells him it's more than a delayed act of youthful rebellion. Her lively spirit calls to him, but Kahu is too cynical, too jaded, too broken for a sweet young thing like her.

But Lily won't take no for answer so he'll make her a deal: She's got one month to seduce him and after that, he's moving on-figuratively and literally.

There's just one thing he forgot to keep out of her reach. His heart...

Warning: This book contains a hot older man in need of some anti-cynicism pills, a snarky younger woman who's going to get past his defenses and make him beg, more forbidden l.u.s.t, and naked ballet dancing. Advanced WTFery for experienced users only.

Enjoy the following excerpt for Living in Shadow: ”She's here again.”

”Oh f.u.c.k, really?” Kahu Winter leaned back in his office chair and stared at Mike, the bouncer who'd been working the door at the Auckland Club for the last five years.

Mike, a huge Tongan guy who used to do a lot of pro-wrestling, folded his arms. ”Yeah. And she says she wants to see you.”

Since that's what she'd been saying for the past couple of nights, Kahu wasn't surprised. Jesus Christ. What a pain in the a.s.s.

He had more important things to do than f.u.c.k about dealing with Rob's daughter. The guy was Kahu's business partner and would not be happy at the thought of his twenty-year-old daughter ha.s.sling for entry into one of Auckland's most exclusive private-member's clubs.

What the h.e.l.l was she doing here? What the h.e.l.l did she want?

”That's the third time this week.” Kahu threw the pen he'd been toying with back down on his desk. ”And I'm getting pretty f.u.c.king sick of it.”

Mike was unimpressed. ”Perhaps if you go out and see what she wants, she'll go away,” he pointed out.

Not what Kahu wanted to hear. Christ, the last two nights he'd paid for a taxi to take her home and if she kept this up, it was going to start getting expensive.

Of course, he could go out there and speak to her. But he liked being manipulated even less than he liked being told what to do. And he hated being told what to do. Especially when the person doing the telling was a spoiled little twenty-year-old on some mysterious mission she wouldn't talk to anyone about other than him.

Jesus, it made him feel tired. And pretty f.u.c.king old.

”G.o.dd.a.m.n. I'm going to have to speak to her, aren't I?”

Mike lifted a shoulder. ”Up to you, boss.”

Yeah, he was going to have to.