Welcome to Sunday Six of the Best. Since this is my first time on Sunday’s Six, I’m
winging until I get the hang of it. I
learned in school you needed three sentences to make a paragraph, then along
came dialogue and confused me. So, I’ve
got four paragraphs and a few lines of dialogue <shrug>
Today, I’m featuring a scene from my newest release and my
latest, favorite hero, Joseph Hooks. Enjoy…
Hooked
(Decadence Nights, Book 1)
The set up:
In this scene, Livvy has left work
early and driven two hours in her old clunker and torrential rains to attend a
D/s mixer at an exclusive BDSM club in San Antonio. Alone and nervous,
but determined to find the Dom of her dreams, she finds herself seated with a
group of submissive who happen to be the owner’s wives and fiancées. The
girls immediately want to help her find her special Dom and think setting her
up with a Dom from Austin is the perfect plan. Unfortunately, he turns
out to be her boss. Panicked at being
discovered she makes a break for it before he finds out.
Here’s Six of the Best from Hooked:
“It’s a gully washer out there,
miss,” he cautioned. “You’ll need to wait until it slows.”
Disregarding his warning and
refusing to be waylaid by weather, she started for her only means of escape. “I
need to go. Now.” When she pulled the heavy doors open, she was assailed by
wind and rain, the force of both ripping the handles from her grasp. Immediately,
she moved to close them, struggling against the torrent’s sustained force when
large male hands appeared next to her smaller ones and easily pushed the doors
shut. “I’m sorry,” she gasped, leaning against the doors, already feeling the chill
from the drenching as the A/C wafted over her wet skin. “I had no idea it was
storming so badly.”
Livvy turned back to the security
guard to further her apology. Only it wasn’t the guard whose hands curled
around her upper arms. It wasn’t his black T-shirt clad chest that filled her
vision either. Instead, she stared at a burgundy vest and a gray check tweed
jacket. Following it upward, she encountered a perfectly knotted gray tie, a clean
shaven, tightly clenched jaw, and full, sensuous lips set in a hard line. She stopped
there, knowing who she’d find if she went further. Closing her eyes tightly,
she prayed for the power of teleportation as her face burned.
“Olivia.”
His voice, usually a mellow
tenor, rang sharp like a hammer forging steel.
“Look at me, little one.”
The endearment, one he’d used on
occasion with her before, when her mother passed two years back and when he’d
dropped by her apartment the time she’d had a debilitating case of the flu. The
pet name, common to the lifestyle, hadn’t registered at the time. Now, it rang
clear as he used it as a Dominant would with his errant submissive. She
swallowed hard, feeling trapped.
“Now, Olivia.” The order was uncompromisingly
compelling and she responded as though she had no will.
She looked up into his familiar green
eyes. As they gazed intently down at her with more fire than she’d ever seen, she
got dizzy. Maybe it was the alcohol or the stress of coming here all alone, or it
could be low blood sugar because she’d skipped dinner, much too nervous to eat.
No matter the cause, her world turned on end. Her rubbery knees gave way and
she crumbled right into the arms of Joseph Hooks, senior partner at Hooks,
Jeffers, and Mahoney, Attorneys-at-law, her boss, her fantasy Dom and the
secret love of her life. Then Olivia did something she’d never done in her entire
life; she fainted dead away.
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The Blurb:
Thirty-eight-year-old legal secretary Olivia Wright's clock is
ticking and she's afraid she's running out of time to find Master Right.
Several times she thought she'd found the Dom of her dreams, but instead of the
prince she sought, he'd turned out to be a slimy toad. The last one had dumped
her unexpectedly and nearly broken her. Now, after a long dry spell, she's
ready to try again. She'd really like it to be with the man who'd caught her
eye three years ago, but that man is her boss and despite her best efforts, and
tightest skirts, he hasn't spared her an extra glance. Resigning herself to
unrequited love, she attempts to move on, procuring an invitation to an
exclusive BDSM club, hoping Club Decadence will be the answer.
Joseph Hooks isn't your typical Dom. He's NBA tall, with no
police or military background to speak of, wears tweed suits, of all things,
and on an occasion the dreaded bow tie. But behind his somewhat nerdy
appearance is a handsome, green eyed, strict but sensual dominant who's also
hell on wheels in a court of law. He's wealthy, powerful, successful, and
enjoys popularity among the subs at his private club, at least those who don't
flee from the swishing sound of polished rattan, but he's exhausted his search
for his perfect submissive and concerned about coming up short. After a
frustrating day of watching his gorgeous secretary's delectable bottom in an
incredibly tight skirt, he heads to San Antonio to blow off steam and maybe make
a connection.
He thinks she's terminally vanilla and straight- laced. She
thinks he's not into her, or with the way he ignores her curves and tight
skirts, possibly gay. Hopelessly oblivious to what has been staring them in the
face for three long years, Joseph and Olivia continue their aimless search for
love. Then, one night, as a storm brews outside another rages inside as their
paths converge. Will Olivia finally get the Master Prince she deserves, or will
her past prevent her from realizing her dream? Will her presence at the club be
the sign that Joseph needs to wake up and at long last claim the woman he's
yearned for all along?
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