by Cassie Ryan a/k/a Tina Gerow
Series: Club Desire #1
Pub. Date: July 21, 2015
Publisher: Loveswept (Random House)
Pages: 239
Genre: Erotica
In this erotic story of temptation and total surrender for readers of Sylvia Day and J. Kenner, a powerful master gives his dream girl a new beginning in the dungeons of decadent ecstasy.
Running from a troubled past, Sandra Barry spent years hiding out in New York City’s BDSM scene, finding satisfaction and even a sense of community as a sub at a large dungeon. But when a stalker joins the dungeon posing as a Dom, he crosses her personal boundaries, giving her no choice but to return home to Arizona. Seeking refuge once again in the kink lifestyle, Sandra meets a sexy new Dom whose tutelage drives her wild—although there’s something familiar about him she just can’t place.
As a teenager, Brent Weston was a nerd. Now he owns the hottest dungeon in Phoenix, enjoying the power and success he’s always craved. All that’s missing is the right woman to share it with. Then one day Sandra, his secret high school crush, walks into his club. She’s just as beautiful as he remembers. She’s also scared as hell. Brent has been waiting for this moment, and now that Sandra’s in his sights, he’ll do anything to protect her, pleasure her—and prove that he’s the only master worthy of her devotion.
My Obsession is an erotic romance intended for mature audiences. Includes a special message from the editor, as well as an excerpt from another Loveswept title.
About the Author
Cassie Ryan (aka Tina Gerow) started her career writing
steamy paranormal romance under another pen name. However, when one of her
critique partners suggested she try her hand at contemporary romance, she gave
it a shot—and Cassie Ryan was officially born. She lives in Phoenix, Arizona,
and besides being a write-a-holic, is a frequent speaker on several writing and
motivational topics.
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Excerpt
Sandra’s
blood raced through her veins as she approached the large double doors of the
very elite Club Desire, set high on Camelback Mountain in Paradise Valley,
Arizona.
Her
old dungeon in New York had looked like an office building compared to this
semi-gothic castle that had seemingly erupted out of the desert mountainside.
The explosions of stars scattered across the dark sky behind it only added to
the effect.
Even
the energy surrounding this place exuded sex and kink like musky perfume lacing
through the tang of creosote and desert night. If she hadn’t come here
willingly, she might feel like a fairy princess being lured to her doom. If she
were very lucky, it would be an erotic doom.
She
smiled at the thought and forced her attention to the man standing just to the
side of the large double doors. As she approached, he gave her the same
head-to-toe perusal that most men did.
She
mentally shrugged. After all, this was a sex club, not a YMCA. Here it
wasn’t rude to peruse a stranger like that.
The
man was attractive and well muscled, but from the way he carried himself she
could tell he wasn’t a Dom. Maybe an employee who was a kink enthusiast?
“Good
evening. How may I help you?” His voice confirmed her opinion. Not that he
wasn’t masculine; he definitely was. But Doms had a certain air about them, a
certain underlying arrogance and presence that laced their every word and
action, in or out of the dungeon. A description that most Doms would balk at.
And something that this man lacked.
Sandra
rolled her eyes at her inner monologue and gripped the envelope in her hand a
little tighter until the sound of the crumpling paper made her stop. She
hesitated for a long moment, trying to find something coherent to say. She finally
settled on, “I’m here to petition for membership?” She held up the crumpled
envelope, locking her knees against the urge to leave.
She’d
just run from New York to the familiar city where she’d grown up. She’d risked
dredging up old, painful memories to come here, so she refused to run again.
She
would rebuild her life here, and wouldn’t let anyone tell her otherwise. Now
she had to figure out how to make that happen, and how to keep her resolve
strong while she did.
The
man held out his hand and she placed the envelope on his open palm. She’d never
even broken the seal, so she wasn’t sure what her old Dungeon Master had
written. He’d only told her that if she ever wished to join this particular
dungeon he knew the owner, and he had given her a written recommendation.
Now
that she’d handed it over, curiosity burned inside her to know what he’d said
about her. But it was too late to ask for it back now.
“Please,
come inside.” The man opened one of the large doors, and a welcome wall of cold
air hit them. “We’re a few months from when the summer nights are nearly as hot
as the days, but it’s still a bit warm out here.”
He
motioned her inside and down a hallway to a comfortable waiting area surrounded
by large windows that looked out over the main floor of the dungeon. Or at
least she assumed this was the main floor. There were few basement levels in
Phoenix.
Sandra
took a chair that gave her the best view of the floor and the play currently in
progress. She was alone in the waiting area, so she shamelessly leaned closer
to the glass to soak up all the erotic details of the scenes before her.
Wet
heat flooded her core. She definitely missed this.
Sandra
had discovered she liked to watch—especially the things she was too much of a
coward to try for herself, which seemed to encompass a lot so far. She hadn’t
really explored too many of the different kinks. At the New York club, she had
made friends with the other subs and gotten comfortable with the idea of the
overall lifestyle. From there it had been easy to meet a Dom she liked and
begin to explore the lifestyle that way.
The
play session directly in front of her involved a short, curvy woman wearing
only a red thong with a matching red rope wrapped around her torso so that it
lifted and plumped her full breasts—a push-up bra, bondage-style. Her arms were
stretched high over her head, her wrists bound in the same red rope and
attached to large rings, strategically placed for a myriad of kinks and
purposes. She stood barefoot, balanced on the balls of her feet since her arms
were stretched so high, but the way she moved conveyed arousal and sensuality¾anything but discomfort.
The
skin of her shapely ass was already striped with red marks from the leather
straps of the flogger her Dom currently wielded.
The
man stood with the confident stance of a Dom, dressed in black leather pants
and a sleeveless vest. He held the flogger loosely, his hungry gaze devouring
the sub before him, his hard cock easily visible against the front of his tight
pants.
His
face held an intensity as the next blow fell, and Sandra clenched her jaw,
waiting to hear the sound of leather hitting flesh. Too many years of surviving
abuse from her mother had left her with a phobia of those types of sounds. But
when the sound never came, she relaxed and enjoyed the flash of arousal spiced
with adrenaline that spiked through her veins.
