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Blurb:
Margaret Madeline O’Sullivan aka Maddy Powell, is on the run
from two really bad guys. In hiding, she ventures out only to a Vantage, a BDSM
club, living a lonely, isolated life during the day while exploring her
submissive tendencies at night.
Rafe Mason and Connor Gillespie are accomplished Doms,
ex-military men who are on the lookout for a submissive who will live with them
in a permanent ménage. They set their sights on Maddy, and she finds herself
fleeing two really good guys, because while she is incredibly drawn to Rafe and
Connor, she will not risk bringing the kind of danger down upon them that she
knows is stalking her.
The Doms persist and Maddy resists, until they kidnap her and
coax out the truth. Can Rafe and Connor keep her safe? Or will she be the death
of them?
Excerpt:
Her scream echoing within the confines of the bedroom, Maddy Powell scrabbled amongst the linens, yanking them aside until she could reach the gauzy fabric of the nightgown covering her belly. Now fully awake she pressed her hand against the thin length of raised tissue throbbing with the prickling phantom pain that had catapulted her out of a fitful sleep. No telltale wetness or shards of agony resulted from her tender touch, and she fell back against the pillow, limp with vast relief. Just a flashback of being slashed, then. Not real. Slowing her breathing with every exhale, she rolled her head to check the clock. There was no point in trying to go back to sleep so she clambered off the mattress and headed for the bathroom to shower.
The steaming water rinsed off her favorite soap in bubbly rivulets
that coursed over her bountiful curves, but the warmth didn’t prevent a shudder
as details contained in the flashback coalesced—Ryker’s evil, curiously
handsome features twisted with rage, the slash along the side of his face a
seeping crimson streak that soured her stomach and made her falter…and the
tables turned. With a gasp she reached to wrench the tap to cold for an
instant, and the resulting deluge shocked her mind into neutral, erasing all
the images.
Resting her forehead against the tiles, she focused on the night
ahead. Club Vantage didn’t really get started until midnight on the weekends,
and while she could have used some additional rest, the familiar curls of
excitement soon overlaid the crash of adrenaline, building to warm her insides
and pool between her legs. Time to choose an outfit and escape her past, even
for a few hours. Maybe the Masters who occupied most of her waking thoughts
would be there, and she could indulge in the fantasy that they were more to her
than one scene. It was a dangerous fantasy, because she suspected they were
indulging in the same wishful thinking, and that would never do. But a girl
could always dream. Even a girl like her.
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