A story about sex and the lies people tell themselves…like they’re not falling too fast and they can get out before they get hurt. Love…not gonna happen.
This was just supposed to be a grad school project on BDSM. A begin point, collecting some data, a thesis. Nothing complicated. A means to an end. Out of a small town. Away from small minds. This wasn’t supposed to be doorway into decadence. Not really. Certainly not into the bedroom of powerful Dom who had the keys to uncovering her erotic desire to submit to his will.
This was supposed to be temporary. A way to get his partner off his back and a woman gone from plaguing his mind, memory, and dreams. A hurdle. Then on to the next. Away from her fiery eyes and sassy mouth. But when they cross boundaries and end up in bed, their connection is raw, chemical, and real. Each time they make love, it feels so achingly right and the problem becomes convincing her to stay when she plans to leave.
On her way home after a tough afternoon therapy session where two young women disclose they are victims of severe and traumatic abuse, Mia ends up missing. Brandon risks everything…his secret life, his business, his reputation to find her, before it’s too late.
WARNING: HOT ENOUGH TO PEEL PAINT!
One reviewer notes:
“Be prepared to take a cold shower on this one ladies… HOT HOT HOT!!!” Literature Lighthouse