In a dangerous new world where human fragility is a priceless commodity to brutal alien Dominants, being a submissive can mean taking your life in your hands. The very idea makes alien ops agent Samantha's skin crawl. She's a woman in charge -- in bed and out -- and only fear for the life of her partner, Calen, could convince her to pretend otherwise.
When Calen goes undercover as an alien Dom in one of New York City's most violent S and M parlors, Samantha knows she has to follow and pose as his submissive. For Calen, she'd risk anything, even discovering the lifestyle she thinks she abhors might actually be the stuff of her most wicked fantasies...
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November 13, 2009
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Excerpt from Deep Cover by Anna J. Evans
"I don't need anyone to keep me safe, Calen. I thought you knew that by now," Sam said once Kit was out of earshot, unable to keep the hint of hurt from her voice.
He'd always seemed proud to have her as his partner, at his back, no matter that some of the other men in the Agency expressed distaste for teaming up with female operatives. It might be the year 2052, but there were still men who acted like they were living a hundred years earlier. But not Calen. Not until tonight.
"Do you understand what a public debut means in the Extreme Sub culture, Sam?" Calen ignored her comment as he moved closer, finally getting so close that Sam found herself backing away, only stopping when she hit the brick wall behind her.
"No," she confessed, her voice catching as Calen braced his hands on either side of her shoulders, trapping her in the circle of his arms.
"It means I'll be claiming you as my submissive for the first time. The way in which I do so will let the other Doms in the room know how they should treat you. If I don't make it clear you belong to me sexually, there will be those who assume you are ripe for the taking." He was so close now that Sam could feel the heat of his body marking the front of her own, making her highly aware of the tight tips of her breasts and the arousal fisting low in her body. "And they would take you, maybe three or four of them in the same night if there's a bidding war."
The way he said "take you" had Sam's breath rushing out between her parted lips.
God...she wanted him. Wanted Calen. There was no denying it now, no matter how much she'd like to. Shit! Talk about bad timing. This situation gave new meaning to the phrase. She needed her wits about her. Lives depended on it. She couldn't let herself be distracted. Gritting her teeth, Sam did her best to shove aside the confusing desire.
"I understand, Calen. I'm ready to do whatever I have to do to pull this off." Sam met his piercing gaze, praying he couldn't see the lust pulsing through her every cell.
"Are you sure about that?" he asked, a golden light flashing deep in his brown eyes as he closed the last of the distance between them.
Their bodies were now pressed tightly together, Calen's face hovering so close that when he spoke again his lips brushed softly against her own. Sam's pulse raced and her breath came faster, her body betraying her excitement no matter how she tried to control it. She wanted more, wanted to stretch up on her toes and press her lips to his, to mate her mouth with Calen's and see if he tasted as wonderful as he had always smelled.
Shit Sam! Get it together! Now, before you make a complete fool of yourself.
"Yes, I'm sure." Good, her voice didn't sound nearly as breathless as she felt.
"Are you ready to submit to me?" He pressed impossibly closer and Sam's pussy clenched in response, slick heat rushing onto her panties. "To do whatever I ask without question, without defiance?"