Single Submissive is a fast-paced, feel-good romance,
with kink on the lighter side.
Here's the blurb:
A television dating show? What sensible woman does that?
Desperate times force drastic measures as 32 year-old Sophie Baxter searches for Mr. Right Dom.
But for a shy submissive, five weeks on a reality show might be a bad decision.
One decision is easy however, the Dom she chooses won’t be an actor.
Dex Hampton… successful film actor, coveted bachelor, and England’s sexiest export, but for this mysterious, reserved Dominant, fame isn’t a goal. Finding the right submissive is his top priority, and he’ll do anything to get his girl.
Jake Sinclair’s golden good looks and rakish Aussie charm fuel his flourishing acting career. He does his own stunts and tackles life full on. He’s achieved everything he’s ever wanted, except finding the right submissive. When he sees Sophie, nothing will stop him from winning her. Not even the competition of his longtime friend and fellow Dominant, Dex Hampton.
As the entire world watches, two movie superstars compete for a beautiful submissive who is ready to yield in all ways but one : she will not have an actor as a Dom.
Need a little excerpt? :)
Here's a snippet with Sophie and each of the heroes....
Jake crooked his finger and she couldn’t help smiling and stepping closer. Pausing an arm’s length away she asked, “Are you going to ruin my lipstick?”
“Count on it.” He grabbed her waist and tugged her against him.
“I’m going to ruin your hair too.”
His arms corded as he laid her down on the cushions.
He stayed on top, of course, braced on his elbows. Tracing a lock of her hair from her cheek, he murmured, “Sophie, the question is…do you want to kiss me?”
She stared at his handsome face, keenly aware of his hips pressed against her thighs.
“I can’t deny it.”
“No more hard limits against my kisses?”
She shook her head. “No—not about that. I’d like a kiss…Sir.”
“You’ll submit to me?”
“It’s just a kiss, isn’t it?”
“It’s more than that. You feel it too, don’t you?”
A smile quirked her lips. “How can I not?”
His steel-like erection warmed her thigh. He didn’t mean his question that way, but she wasn’t comfortable talking about more than a kiss. She refused to think about a possible future with Mr. Megastar, Dex Hampton.
“Sophie…” He growled a warning. “I want clear consent. I’m going to ruin a lot more than your lipstick and your hair. I’m going to ruin that damned sarong.”
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wishing everyone happy reading.
Stargazer, daydreamer, erotic romance composer, sweeping snow off a cottage near Canadian Rockies.