From an early age, Mara Westbrook has led a troubled life. With no one to trust or rely on, she meets a breathtakingly handsome soldier on her ward at Walter Reed. He captures her eye and makes her yearn for things she never thought possible, not for a girl like her. Can she move beyond the traumatic secrets of her past and risk giving love a try?
Injured and in pain, the only light in Master Sergeant Sean O'Brien's dark days is his night nurse, his blonde haired, green eyed, deliciously curvy, modern day nightingale. Seeing her in those tight scrubs, tending to him and his fellow soldiers with her sweet, yet sexy smile eases the pain in his throbbing leg. Unfortunately, it shifts the ache about six inches higher. He sets out to make her his own, to earn her trust, her love and in the end her ultimate submission.
They come together beautifully with Sean teaching her the wicked and wonderful ways of a D/s lifestyle. Mara blossoms under his sensual domination and his firm but loving discipline, but her past won’t let her be. Relentlessly pursuing her and threatening her idyllic life with Sean. To protect what she holds dear, she does unspeakable things leading to more secrets, lies and betrayal. She runs as she always does.
When Mara unwittingly becomes the key witness to events that will finally bring down the Mendoza Cartel, Sean and the Rossi team step in to keep her safe. As her handler, Sean must protect her with his life and Mara must obey him in order to survive. Thrown together under impossible circumstances, Sean learns the awful truth of her past and realizes that despite it all, he still loves her. But can he forgive the lies? And will Mara be able to live under Sean’s stringent rules, learning to trust and submit fully to the only man she’s ever loved?
As threats against the Decadence Masters become fierce, answers are at long last revealed. Come visit old friends and as always watch desire ignite, love simmer, while kink and sex burn blazing hot in Club Decadence, the best damn BDSM club in the southwest.
Sean knew without her saying, that she was nervous. Her feisty, rule-breaking alter ego had reared its naughty head more than once since they’d left home. Meaning tonight could turn out more interesting than he planned.
“Better remember the rules, minx, because as I was about to say, the final rule is that violators get spanked. To answer your question, unattached subs are fair game for any Dom to mete out punishment. Otherwise, the sub’s Master or Dom carries out the spanking. If not properly tagged, an unwitting Dom could unknowingly overstep boundaries, which could lead to the misunderstanding I mentioned. Got it?”
“Yes, though I have another question. What happens to misbehaving Doms?”
“The DM’s usually throw them out and their membership is often suspended for a time or cancelled altogether.”
“Do subs get thrown out?”
“I imagine they could if their Dom didn’t take them in hand. In your case, sweet Mara, your naughty behind would be spanked long before you were at risk of being ejected.”
“How about we go see a movie? I hear the new Sylvester Stallone movie, ‘Grandson of Rambo’ is pretty good.”
Although he thought it funny, he didn’t laugh, not even a lip twitch, soothing her instead.
“Baby, it’s going to be okay.”
“Putt-putt golf is fun and the only rule is to get the ball in the cup.”
“This is a chance to explore, meet new people, and if you like, we can do a scene of our own. If not, we’ll call it an early night, leave with our research for Dex, and go home to play—and I don’t mean mini-golf.” His arm drew her in close. “Loosen up. This is like a playground for adults, nothing more and everything is consensual.”
“Yeah, red means stop, green means go, yes assuredly means yes, but no doesn’t necessarily mean no. That’s clear as mud.”
“Take a deep breath, put on your mask and let’s get you inside. Once you see people are having fun, you’ll realize there’s nothing to worry about.”
She slipped on her pink-feathered mask, smoothed a hand over her hair, which she’d left long and loose at his request, and with slightly shaky fingers touched the pink rhinestone studded collar he’d buckled around her throat before leaving home. When she gazed back at him through the half mask, he read excitement and apprehension in the luminous green depths, as well as trust in him.