Book 2 in the Heart of the West series.
Even bad boys want to settle down sometime...
All it takes is the right woman, and a guy is toast. Brad McTavish knows it. He's known it since the day Keely, the sexy little redhead who makes his hands itch and his cock burn, walked into Roped and Lassoed, Brad's BDSM club, looking for a Dom to master her. Now he's ready to put a lid on his wild ways and settle down to some full-on, loving submission from his favorite slave.
But fears from her past haunt Keely. She's having none of it. Especially with Brad. However, as a three-day blizzard hits, locking them up together to wait out the storm, Keely's about to find out there's more to this bad-boy Dom than meets the eye.
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Ellora's Cave Publishing, Incorporated
November 13, 2009
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Excerpt from Hitched by Ann Jacobs
So Keely didn't want her vanilla neighbors to know the owner of the infamous Roped and Lassoed turned her every way but loose. And scars from taunts about her mom's hard-core submissive lifestyle were still raw now, ten years or more after they'd been uttered. She was also worried she'd be talked about for latching onto Laramie's richest bachelor.
Yeah right, he might have knocked off her argument about him having too much money to get serious with a girl of modest means. But he'd fortified her first objection by pointing out he wasn't every good conservative mama's idea of an ideal catch. Yeah. He'd been a pretty reckless, crazy guy for a good many years, and it was going to take some doing for him to show a new leaf and overcome his own past.
But he'd realized somewhere along the way that Keely was worth it to him. God, this deciding all of a sudden to become a grownup could be a pain in the ass. As he glanced at Keely, a shaft of unexpected humor twisted his lips. Yeah, he still wanted to dominate his lovers, but his focus had narrowed. He wanted one sub in particular, one who would keep him satisfied longer than a new machine for the dungeon...a kinky scene...even still being aboard a bucking bronc when the whistle blew. He had the feeling that being with Keely would keep him satisfied forever.
Brad glanced outside, saw no evidence that the blizzard was going to pass by anytime soon. He had time. Time to let her work out her own demons, tamp down the fear that kept her holding him at arm's length now that they finally were alone. He got up and held his hands out to Keely. "Come on, sweetheart, let's go to bed. That spanking I promised you can wait 'til next week at the dungeon."
"But nothing. There's nothing I'd like more than to take you to my bed and snuggle with you while the snow swirls over the skylight in the ceiling. Oh yeah, there is something. I'd love to sample every inch of your sweet, soft skin, twine my fingers in your silky hair. Shit, I'd give a month of my life to fuck you until we both collapse from the pure pleasure of it all. But that's not what you want right now, so you're going to sleep by yourself in one of the guestrooms."
"If you want me, Master..."
He sure as hell wanted her, but not this way. Not with her playing the role of sex slave. Not when she could look back and tell herself he'd forced her to submit. That this was just another scene played out on slightly different turf than in one of the dungeon's observation rooms. "If you want me, my room's the second door on the right. The door will be open." His balls ached, as though they were punishing him for deliberately denying himself satisfaction, but he opened the door to the room where his sister had slept when she came home from the rehab facility, and swung it open. "You'll find some of Diana--my sister's--clothes and stuff in here. Feel free to use anything you need. This door locks, in case you're afraid I'll join you during the night."
Before he could change his mind and drag her to his bed, he slid his lips across hers once more then strode down the hall. "Sweet dreams, Keely girl."