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Blurb for SUBMITTING TO THE COWBOY
Tamara Barton had lusted after Connor Dunbar ever
since she was old enough to know what those stirrings meant whenever he was
near. Connor’s refusal to see her as
anything but the young girl he’d befriended and protected for years soon drives
them apart, but not before she got an up-close, personal glimpse of him
exerting the dominant control she’d heard rumors about.
Connor regretted the harsh words he’d spoken to Tamara
when he caught her spying on him as much as his lustful response to the look of
need reflected on her face. He’d been
looking after the neighboring girl since the moment he saw her falling off her
first horse at the age of ten and didn’t plan on stopping now she was a grown
woman who thought she wanted their relationship to go in a different
direction. He knew his sexual
proclivities were not for the young, sweet kid he was so fond of, and wouldn’t
jeopardize their special bond by giving in to her desires.
But Tamara always had a way of getting what she wanted
and when he saw she was serious about becoming a member of the private BDSM
club he owned with his brother and best friend, Connor discovered he didn’t
want her submitting to anyone but him.
When he learned she’d kept things from him that could have impacted her
welfare, would he allow his failure to be there for her to drive another wedge
between them or finally embrace a life with her at his side as more than just a
cherished friend?
Connor
followed his friend and now business partner into the parking lot of The Barn
with little enthusiasm for socializing.
Working out a deal with Greg on the purchase of several horses for trail
rides at his and Devin’s ski resort added to the perk of having Tam back in his
life, even if he was unsure about how to define their relationship now. That one uncertainty had a lot to do with his
lack of interest in coming out to the club tonight. He’d been itching to see her again, just to spend
time with her and catch up on everything she’d been doing the past few years
but didn’t want to push his luck since their relationship remained
tenuous. She’d always had a way of
keeping him tied up in knots, but in the past, he figured those knots were due
to the scrapes he’d been around to help her out of. Now, his only explanation for what was
causing them was the uncertainty of where he stood with her.
Greg
beat him to the front door and pulled it open, raising a brow in inquiry as he
said, “That frown is going to keep the subs at bay.”
“No
it won’t. They like me no matter what my
mood is,” he replied with a wry grin as he entered before Greg. Faint strains of edgy music seeped through
the closed doors to the playroom, along with the hum of low voices. His pulse kicked up a notch as the two of
them stepped into the cavernous space and he could now catch the high-pitched
cries coming from happily tormented subs.
“Christ,
I love this place,” Greg murmured on a deep inhale that lifted his wide shoulders. “I think I’ll track down my partner and see
who’s willing to turn themselves over to the two of us.”
Connor’s
grin widened. Greg and his longtime
friend, Devin were new to The Barn but already enjoyed their reputation of
preferring ménages. “Go on,” he
encouraged with a nod. “I want to start
with a drink.”
With
a slap on Connor’s back, Greg sauntered off and Connor headed toward the
bar. He spotted Caden bar tending and
decided to take over for his brother early instead of waiting for his assigned
time slot. He wasn’t in the mood yet to
hook up with anyone. But his intended
offer slid to the backburner as his roaming gaze landed on a spanking bench at
the back of the room and he went rigid in disbelief. Slamming to a stunned halt as he reached the
bar, he took a moment to confirm it was Tam’s slender, toned body draped over
the apparatus, her long black braid hanging over her shoulder and her smooth limbs
bound in leather cuffs.
Disbelief
morphed into anger, his defense against the kernel of lust that gripped him,
just like when he’d caught her spying on him.
Wrong, that’s just plain wrong,
he couldn’t help thinking. Tam, his Tam had no business being in his
club. This was the young girl he’d
taught to ride, the teenager he’d given driving lessons to and stood up for
against her randy prom date. The same
young woman he had cheered on at jumping competitions and praised for earning a
college scholarship. The echo of her
laughter reaching his ears from across the fields as she rode with carefree
abandonment resonated in his head. That
innocent, exuberant girl had no business bending over a spanking bench with her
tight black skirt hiked up enough to reveal the sweet under curve of her
buttocks.
Connor
took two steps forward, intending to lay into both her and Devin and stop them
before either could take whatever they were doing one step further, but found
his path blocked by his brother’s large frame and scowl. “Get out of my way,” he snapped, his jaw
tightening with frustration.
“Take
a deep breath and think, Connor. She’s
here as Nan’s guest and isn’t complaining.
I should know as I’ve been keeping a close eye on her. Devin is just showing her the ropes.” Caden’s gaze turned sympathetic. “She’s not a kid any more. Didn’t you learn that when she took off?”
