Two Billionaires. Two Dominants. One Drunken Bet.
That feisty blonde making my life hell is Kathryn, a woman who seduced me twelve years ago. Seduced and left me in one of the most embarrassing situations of my life.
I don't hold a grudge. Not really. How can I when I still find myself staring at her every time she's around? How can I want her to leave my presence when all I think about is her watching my every move, studying me... wanting me?
Oh, I still want her. I need to have her like the world needs the sun. There's just one problem.
She's a Domme.
I have no idea how to seduce a woman I refuse to let control me.
Ian is smug, condescending... and so stupidly handsome that I can't stop thinking about him as we work together. When the sparks fly so hot that we finally get what we've wanted for the longest decade ever, I make the greatest mistake of my life.
I propose a friendly wager that sees the loser submitting to the other for a night.
I never anticipated losing.
Rebecca Cavanaugh, a long distance runner for the state team, intimidates boys and men with her quick wit and majestic height. The pre-season jock party isn’t her scene, but she’s roped into attending to provide her sister a sober ride home.
Hiding in the kitchen to avoid the athletic sex fest, a drunken thug forces Rebecca to her knees, and waves a giant ding-dong in her face. Before Rebecca can extricate herself from the hairy situation, an unknown champion saves the night. When Killian assists Rebecca off the floor, she’s stunned into silence while staring at the sexiest man alive.
Will Killian’s bad boy rep and Rebecca’s need for commitment, make this the most impossible “Play” of the season? Or, will Killian’s haunting past and need for victory destroy the most important game of his life?
There's a secret. A secret about men. They need to be controlled...owned. In the deepest crevices of their psyches, virtually every male yearns to be subservient. He just needs to find the right woman.
Some women have figured this out. They can spot the boys who need to a firm hand and a short leash.
These women know the secret, and they'll put that information to good use.
Seriously… Werewolves? Cadence wondered what small town nonsense had befallen her, yet still she looked forward to hearing all about the local legends while working her new job at the Bell Creek Pub.
Bell Creek – an unimportant, diminutive rainforest town, or as she referenced it – a lost world… Perfect for a new life! But on her first night there, under majesty of the lustrous full moon, Cadence saw her chances of a new life, or any life, suddenly lurch. It wasn’t killing her… Seemingly instead, to be obsessed with her crotch, sniffing at it madly. She whimpered, threatened by the enthusiasm of the overpowering abomination of nature and offense to God. What could it possibly want from her?
She’d been violated by a werewolf. She shouldn't have liked it... She shouldn't be fascinated with him - but she was. Cadence was confused and still had so much about that bizarre night to process, so for reasons which she didn't even try to decipher, she chose not to wash his seed from her body. Her immoral fascination would be her secret...
But there were no secrets in Bell Creek... And when a pretty, young barmaid walks around adorning the scent of the alpha - the wolves notice. But that wasn’t Cadence’s only issue - she wasn’t the only one who’d worn his mark. And Bell Creek wasn’t like other towns - the pack had its own laws. And disrespecting your mate, the alpha or even a bigger wolf was not ...smart.
The Alpha Dog - when it came to hot little bunny boiling bitches like Cadence, he no longer trusted his own instincts – he’d mated with the wrong bitches before…