Known as a brat in the kink community, Everly can intimidate even the most experienced Dom. Then she meets Ambrose, a dominant who finds her ways amusing. Not only does he charm the pants off her, he makes her crave his mastery.
After being abandoned by his submissive, Ambrose has avoided any serious connections—until he meets Everly, who refuses to be ignored. But just when he thinks he’s found the perfect sub, he finds out she’s an anti-poverty activist with harsh opinions about the rich. Telling her he’s wealthy will ruin everything, but he can’t collar her with a huge lie hanging over them.
Will the best thing that’s ever happened to him walk away when she finds out the truth?
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Excerpt 2 (funny and not graphic):
He cupped her jaw in one hand. Was he trying to get her attention? He already had all of it. “I want you to go fetch your toys. Everything you own. Bring it all back here and put it on the coffee table.” When he let her go, she almost expected him to snap his fingers at her, but he didn’t. The silent snap rang in her head though.
“Because I’m a nosy fucker and I want to see what you’re into.”
Everly blushed so hard it felt like she’d sunburned her cheeks. How did he keep making her blush like that? She wasn’t some sweet little vanilla girl. Nobody would mistakenly sacrifice her to a volcano.
An array of things she had no intention of bringing out to him danced through her mind, like kinky sugarplums. He didn’t need to know everything about her yet. Sometimes a girl liked to be mysterious. Wasn’t that allowed?
“Whatever you just thought of hiding from me, don’t. Subs who aren’t honest with the Doms they’re playing with rarely get what they want.”
Maybe Kink Yoda had a point, but that was only half the story. “Subs who play with Doms usually get what the Doms want, so I don’t win either way.”
The grin that spread across his face was mildly disturbing. “Show me everything, and we’ll see if I can give you what you want.”
Ambrose looked so evil she felt faint. Some Doms had tried that expression on her before, but they’d just made her roll her eyes. He was way too good at this.
“Fiiiiine.” She got to her feet and before she got out of reach, he swatted her ass.
“That would be ‘yes, Sir,’ brat.”
“Yes, Sir Brat.” She bolted into her room, smiling at the sound of his laughter. A man who thought her sass was funny? Inconceivable!
There was a laundry basket in the closet, and she dumped her clean, unfolded laundry on her bed before she started raiding her toys. It would be so much easier if they were all in the same place, but they were strewn around her bedroom. Some were even in the bathroom, living room, and kitchen. No man had ever asked to see all of it, but as she lugged the overflowing basket back into the living room, her collection made her feel slutty and deviant.
Far from judging her, Ambrose’s eyes narrowed with interest. When she pulled the nipple clamps out from between the couch cushions and the tangled shibari rope out of the bottom of her kitchen cupboard, he was shaking his head in bemusement.
She plopped the basket on the coffee table in front of him.
“Did you host a play party here recently?” he asked, peering around the room as if more toys would leap out from their hiding places.
“No. I’m just not a very orderly person.” She shrugged. “Sorry if that bothers you.”
He chuckled then stared up at her. “It’s adorable.”
For a moment, she got stuck in his gaze. He thought her messiness was adorable? Did she just win the guy lottery?