Book 1 in the Heart of the West series
Returning from the war, his body wounded, his soul hurting, Jared faces a very different life. A sexual Dominant, doubts about his ability now to satisfy any submissive plague him.
Until Ninia. The face of an angel and the body of a centerfold, she's about as unsubmissive as any woman he's known. A nurse in the Cheyenne VA hospital where Jared is sent, Ninia is tough, in control. Until Jared catches her in an unguarded moment and see a vulnerable, softer side. It fires his blood with a need to find out more.
Accepting an invitation to a local dungeon, the sexual Dominant in Jared rears back to full potency when he sees Ninia, submissively awaiting his pleasure, his dominance. Now he knows what he wants. And he's about to prove to Ninia he's man enough to take it.
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Ellora's Cave Publishing, Incorporated
November 13, 2009
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Excerpt from Roped by Ann Jacobs
Jared glanced around his darkened bedroom, looked out the window at the clear surface of a small lake illuminated by a fat new moon. The throbbing in the stump of his right leg made him want to scream, but he refused to give in and take more of the pain medications that dulled his mind.
Sooner or later he'd have to figure something to occupy himself with or he'd go fucking nuts. Not now, though. Now he was struggling, trying to accept that his plan to spend thirty years in the Marines was history. He hadn't even begun to wrestle with the concept that he was no longer well-equipped physically to enjoy the BDSM lifestyle that had been the cornerstone of his personal life.
Would the take-charge, sometimes bossy Ninia surrender to a Dominant male? Jared couldn't help imagining her melting in his arms, giving over control to him the way she never had when he was her patient. He'd stroke her soft skin, pillow his head on her full breasts, nibble at her nipples until she squirmed and begged him for more. Stop it, idiot, or you'll be taking another cold shower. Sex with your nurse is the last thing you should be thinking about, because it ain't gonna happen.
Jared didn't have the foggiest idea of what he might do, professionally or personally. Not that he needed money--his grandfather had left him and his sister and brother a prime piece of southern Wyoming ranch land near Tie Siding, along with enough money to live on comfortably for the rest of their lives. As long as the stock market didn't crash, the principal would keep on growing even if the oil wells should dry up. What he needed was to find something to do with the rest of his life.
And a real live woman to put this recurring dream to rest. Be damned if he wanted to keep fucking a mirage, and only in his dreams. As if there was a chance in hell he'd find a sub to love the scarred-up has-been Master he was now.
No chance he'd sleep any more tonight.
He sat on the edge of the bed and transferred himself into the wheelchair they'd lent him at the hospital when he refused to take a prescription for one of his own. Rolling it to the patio doors that led to a balcony overlooking the courtyard, he let the cool mountain breeze bring a small measure of relief to his heated flesh.
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There he was. Jared McTavish. Captain, United States Marines until his medical discharge had come through last week. Her patient. Ninia had no business on earth staring out her bedroom window at the man whose battered body she'd tended...would likely tend again when more shrapnel was ready to be removed. She had no right whatever to be imagining him wanting to pleasure a woman under his will as a Master.
Across the courtyard with its small man-made lake, she watched him stare out at the night. The light of a silvery moon reflected off the water, accentuating the rugged planes of his face and making her want to caress him there with her fingertips, bring him peace from whatever demons kept sleep at bay for him tonight. Ninia, he's your patient. You must be insane, fantasizing how he'd master you...how his rough, rugged hands would feel when he touched you. How it would make your body sing when he claimed you the way a Master would.
But she couldn't help it. Jared McTavish fascinated her as no one had done in the four years since Earl had died. There was something about him...the way he looked and talked, the way he mumbled arousing, erotic orders in his dreams...
Once, when she'd leaned over him to soothe him as he cried out in one of those dreams, he'd reached his hand out, closed it over her throat. He'd caressed her, made her want to drop to her knees when he mumbled the order for her to do so, his voice hoarse, intense. She'd imagined then that if she'd complied he'd have clasped her head between his two big hands, guided her to his cock, ordered her to take him in her mouth and suck. God how she'd wanted to do just that, to encroach on his sleep and taste the massive male flesh she hadn't been able to ignore.
Captain McTavish was a wounded male. From the moment he'd surfaced to consciousness in her ward, even before that from the things he'd muttered in his sleep, she could tell he was used to controlling all aspects of his life, commanding those around him. Not only did that part of him make her weak with desire in spite of her fiercest admonitions to herself to remain professional, it made her want to be the one to help him reclaim that self-confidence...and perhaps claim her. God, she'd lost her mind. Maybe it had been pure accident that she'd glanced at his address on the hospital record and noticed he lived in her apartment complex, in the unit directly across the courtyard from hers. Or had it been fate? Ninia had never been one to discount destiny. She couldn't lie to herself. She wanted more than to make Jared well. She wanted him. Perhaps it was impulse. The beauty of the night sky. Maybe it was the ache of her lonely body. She didn't care and wasn't going to take the time to analyze her actions.
Lifting off her sleep shirt, she stood naked in front of the open patio door, using a vibrating dildo to massage her breasts the way she longed for him to do. She skimmed her hands down her body, spread her legs apart, pretended the gentle breeze was his breath on her pussy, his fingers on her aching clit.
She kept her gaze on him, so she knew the moment he saw her.