Book 2 in the Club Rio Brava series.
Dr. Tom Latimer is into major kink. A respected member of San Antonio society, he needs a mate who can not only satisfy his Dominant sexual needs but also act as a life partner, submissive lover, companion and friend. He's about to throw up his hands in defeat and admit no such woman exists for him when his eye is caught by Selina Harrison at Club Rio Brava.
Selina is a big, beautiful wannabe Domme with a pedigree as long as his own, a history of spousal abuse that killed her trust in men--and a secret taste for the sort of loving dominance Tom wants to give.
But as Tom discovers, things are not always what they seem. The sexy doctor's pulling out all the stops to convince the Domme with the luscious curves and baby-soft skin that switching sides and submitting to him are worth risking her heart--and her trust.
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November 13, 2009
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Excerpt from Switching Control by Ann Jacobs
Tom obviously belonged to the upper class San Antonio society Selina had deserted some ten years earlier. Of course almost every member of Club Rio Brava did, except for a few newcomers who'd been recommended for membership, and a few favored subs like Snake Woman whose memberships had been sponsored by their former Masters. Still, Selina didn't realize just how upper class Tom was until she saw the discreet sticker on his window that identified him as a member of the oldest and most prestigious of the clubs that sponsored Fiesta.
Not that a socialite couldn't be a pervert, of course. Her ex had been a poster boy for Perverts-with-a-Pedigree, if indeed such an organization existed. But instinct told her Tom Latimore was no pervert, just a hot Dom she could hardly wait to serve. She wanted to be confident he'd never harm her. Trying to think of him as that nice college boy who'd made it a point to dance with her, she pushed aside the hurtful memories that had made her decide once her marriage was over that she'd never submit to any man again. "What?" she asked, belatedly realizing Tom had asked her a question.
"I asked if you'd like to go to your place or mine. Or someplace neutral like an all-night restaurant." He sounded amused at having caught her napping, so to speak.
Well, she wanted him to fuck her, and she didn't think a restaurant was the ideal place for that. Besides, the last thing she needed was to feed her face at this time of night if she wanted the latest diet she'd started to work. "Yours."
She'd have invited him to the condo she'd bought after her divorce, but she wanted to see where he lived, find out how far he went toward bowing to convention beyond the conservative khaki slacks and subtly hidden western boots he'd switched into from those blue scrubs he'd worn for the club scene. Besides, her bed was mussed, and she had things strewn all over the place. It wasn't as though she'd expected to bring a lover home.
He drove expertly, no extra motion expended until after he turned off the outer loop and stopped at a stoplight. As if he sensed her nervousness he reached over and brushed her cheek then pulled her to him for a kiss. No more than a brushing of lips to lips, it pleased her more than the strictly carnal touches she'd experienced from a string of faceless subs.
"You know, Selina, I want you in my bed, but that's not all. I have this feeling...the feeling I want to get to know not just your body but you."
Men liked to fuck her, but they'd never wooed her. Until now. She resisted the urge to pinch herself, see if he was real or only a dream that would end as soon as they'd slaked their mutual lust.
"We're here," he told her, shutting off the engine when he'd pulled into a reserved parking space on the first story of the parking garage. She was about to let herself out when he opened the passenger door and helped her out.
As they walked around to his building, she imagined she was glowing, basking in his consideration, the manners she'd never before experienced from a sexual Dominant.
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"Be it ever so humble...and all that." Tom led her off the elevator and fit a key card into the door of one of the penthouse condos a few blocks from University Hospital, where he'd mentioned he worked. "Come on in and make yourself at home."
"Home" was a jumble of Southwest and contemporary, a sort of eclectic cross between ranch house and city showplace. Selina kicked off her shoes, crossed to the window and looked out at the distant lights from the Riverwalk and those of University Hospital less than a block away. "Not very humble, by my way of thinking. Seriously, it's gorgeous." She especially liked the lived-in look, open journals and a single used coffee mug marring an otherwise pristine setting.
"Want to see my etchings?" She liked the way his eyes twinkled when he gestured toward the hallway and issued the clich?d invitation.
"Why not?" A long time ago Selina had decided to ditch feminine subterfuge and go after what she wanted. Now, though, she wanted Tom to take her, steal away her choices and fucking make her come. Putting on her best Domme fa?ade, she started down the hallway. "What are you waiting for, an engraved invitation?"
"No, honey, I already issued one. One that will give you pleasure like you've never known, playing with cringing little slave boys." He came up behind her, his body radiating heat. Before she could take a breath, he had his hands under her sweater and was cupping her breasts, tugging at the rings behind the sturdy fabric of her bra. He was taking over and she liked it, the certainty of his mastery without the slightest overtone of brutality. She couldn't have refused him no matter how hard she might try. "Understand this. I'm the one in charge here. And you're going to come like you've never come before.