Rescued from the only life she had ever known, Alannah Jackson learns what it means to be loved and not controlled. Finally able to let go of her past she begins a new life with the man who has shown her what love is. Faced with the truth, Alannah finds she can never escape her past or who she is. She will never love, only serve.
Roman’s love for Alannah is tested when he finds that she has been slaved by a man just as ruthless as Winston Nelson. Against his better judgment, he accepts Martin Holland’s offer to help retrain Alannah and he begins to question the love they shared. After Martin Holland makes it clear of his intentions, Roman stops at nothing to get her back. There is no room for another man in her life.
Contains adult content 18+
About the author:
Award-winning Author of the Independent Press Award and NYC Big Book Award. A.L. Long is also the recipient of the National Indie Excellence Award.
My love for writing began several years ago after an early retirement from a demanding job that I loved, but also hated because it consumed so much of my time. Now, I am able to focus my time on what I love. Writing romance has been a life long dream and to actually say that I am a published author is beyond what I would have ever expected.
Even though some may say I have a little naughtiness in my books, I look at it as an added bonus for my readers. After all what is a romance book without a little spice.
When I am not writing, I enjoy spending time with friends either at home or out on the town. Mostly, I enjoy a relaxing night at home where I can enjoy a glass of wine in the company of a good book.
and fiercely ambitious, Ellie McAllister has rules to protect her career. Mark
Walker would like her to break them.
has a deeper need to achieve success than mere ambition and that precludes any
open admission that she’s in a relationship with Mark, no matter that he’s the
man to whom no other compares, in or out of bed, until…
looms on the horizon and Ellie receives a job offer that will allow her
relationship with Mark to become public knowledge. Mark appears delighted when
she tells him the news but Ellie’s jealousy surfaces when a beautiful rival
walks into the bar and claims Mark’s attention.
must return to her parents’ village home for Christmas and face the demons that
traumatized her past and Mark is in hot pursuit to prove to her that she’s the
one he loves.
with family and friends.
and having the freedom to do so now child four of four has passed her driving
test and is off to uni later this year.
excuse to throw a party.
excuse to open a bottle of fizz.
in vast quantities – the higher the heel the better.
last memory that Alannah ‘Lanie’ Jackson has of her father is the day he went
away. Hidden away in an attic from the rest of the world, the only thing that
Alannah ‘Lanie’ Jackson can hold on to is the memory of her father and the hope
that one day he will come for her. Every day that passes, the memory of her
childhood disappears and she learns that her only purpose now is to please.
Trained to act a certain way, the day comes when she can finally be free. She
only hopes that the man who purchases her will be kinder than her current
wind had been whipping around all morning. If I hadn’t known better, I would
have thought that I was in the Arctic instead of Oregon. There wasn’t very much
that I could see through my small window, but it was big enough to see that the
bare branches of the oak tree that had died long ago were swinging in the wind.
Not many people came to visit the mansion since I began living here fourteen
years ago. But in the last six months no one came to visit at all. At first, I
thought it might have been due to the change in weather, but then Master
Winston said it was because I didn’t live up to their expectations and
therefore, I was of no interest to them. He blamed it on my inability to learn
and lack of obedience.
away from the window, I ducked my head and wandered over to my small bed, which
was nestled in the corner of the space that was my room. Pulling the covers
over my body, I tried to keep warm. The attic was very poorly insulated and the
exposed beams that held the rafters were proof. Sometimes it had gotten so cold
that I could see my breath. I found the best way to keep warm was to pull the
covers up over my head and trap the warmth of my breath beneath them.As much as I hated this room, I hated what
waited for me on the other side of the door when Master Winston came to call
my eyes, I let my mind wander. As I slowly began to fall asleep, I imagined
myself as the fairytale princess who was locked in the attic by her evil
stepfather, waiting to be rescued by a handsome prince. I knew the chance of
ever being rescued would be slim to none, but just the thought of it actually
happening was something that I would never stop hoping for. I wished that
things could be as they were when I was younger. I would give anything to be
together with my father again. So much time had passed since I’d seen him that
every day that went by, my thoughts of him were dimmer. I feared that soon I
would forget him all together. I wasn’t sure if it he would even be able to
find me. Last Chance, Oregon, was just that, and not many people came here. I
don’t think many people knew about this out-of-the-way town, at least not
anyone who cared.
me higher, Daddy, I want to go higher and fly like the birds.”
if I push you any higher you are going to fall.”
won’t, Daddy. I promise to hold on tight.”
warm wind felt so good against my skin. I loved my new swing set. It was pink
and purple and had two swings, a slide, and a Roman glider. It was the perfect
gift for my fifth birthday. I knew why my dad had put in so many hours at work.
It was so that he could buy me this swing set. Pumping my legs harder, I could
feel myself going higher and higher. It was as though I could reach the birds
go of the chain, I reached out to touch one. It was so close, but not close
enough. I felt myself falling from the swing. Instead of hitting the ground as
I should have, I was sent spiraling into a pit of fire.
Author of the Independent Press Award and NYC Big Book Award. A.L. Long is also
the recipient of the National Indie Excellence Award.
love for writing began several years ago after an early retirement from a
demanding job that I loved, but also hated because it consumed so much of my
time. Now, I am able to focus my time on what I love. Writing romance has been
a life long dream and to actually say that I am a published author is beyond
what I would have ever expected.
though some may say I have a little naughtiness in my books, I look at it as an
added bonus for my readers. After all what is a romance book without a little
I am not writing, I enjoy spending time with friends either at home or out on
the town. Mostly, I enjoy a relaxing night at home where I can enjoy a glass of
wine in the company of a good book.
BLURB: All she wanted was a quiet life…
Ria is a magnet for trouble. She’s on the run, living a secret life. She’s being blackmailed by an asshole.
And she’s pretty certain the newest Dom at Club Indulgence is a thief, a private investigator or a cop.
She’s not sure which is worse. And that is exactly why she should stay away from him. Too bad he’s an irresistible blend of geeky and alpha, gentle and stern, hot and hotter.
Yep, trouble just follows her around.
He was the perfect undercover operative…
Everyone overlooked or underestimated him. This should be a simple op. Go in, find who was stealing money from Club Indulgence and leave.
Well, it might have been if not for a secretive sexy little sub with way too much attitude and eyes that had seen far too much.
She roused his protective instincts, she pulled at the Dominant inside him and her past was enough to make most men run.
But she’d do well to remember not to underestimate him.
Her eyes widened. “You’re acting really odd for a guy who doesn’t know me.”
“I think we can agree that we’re no longer strangers.”
“Just because you’ve had your tongue in my mouth doesn’t mean you know me. It just means I had a lapse of sanity.”
He sighed. “Ria—”
“I’m tired. I want to go to bed. Let’s just agree that what happened before was due to a rush of hormones from leftover adrenaline and leave it at that, okay?”
A rush of hormones? His lips twitched. Fine, she could think that. He knew better. And he also knew she was right to put distance between them.
“Good.” She stared up at him.
“You going to unlock your door now?”
“Uh-huh.” She turned around and pulled her keys out of her bag straight away. That surprised him. His experience was that women had a pile of crap in their bags and their keys were usually right at the bottom.
She unlocked the door and walked in. “Bye.” She swung the door shut without even looking back at him. He reached out and grabbed hold of it before it could slam shut.
She whirled around. “What are you doing?”
“I wasn’t quite finished yet. When you close this door I want to hear it lock. Understand?”
“I always lock my door. I’m not stupid.”
“Didn’t think you were. Some of your actions tonight were pretty stupid though, so I thought I better make certain.”
“Excuse me? What was so stupid?”
“Racing over to help Sophie by yourself.”
“What did you expect me to do?”
“I expected you to leave it to someone who was more equipped to handle the situation.”
She narrowed her gaze. “And what sort of equipment do you think I needed to handle the situation? A penis? News flash, a penis is not a weapon.”
“Well, I don’t know about that.” He grinned.
About the Author:
Laylah Roberts grew up in rural New Zealand. She worked her way through several libraries, devouring romance books. She finally worked up the courage to write her own story and she’s never looked back. She loves dominant, Alpha men who meet their match in her strong heroines. When she’s not writing, she’s busy running after her young daughter and trying to tame her never-ending pile of laundry.
She was a salvage operator, patrolling the depths of deep space.
He was a professional consort to royalty, built like a Neanderthal. Twice her width and twice her weight, his six-pack abs had six-pack abs. She knew, because she’d seen them.
It really was kind of too bad they didn’t get along.
About Maren Smith:
Fortunate enough to live with my Daddy Dom, I am a Little, coffee fanatic, administrator at two of my local BDSM dungeons, resident of the wilds of freakin’ Kansas (still don’t know how I ended up here) and submissive to the love of my life. An International and USA Bestselling Author, I have penned more than 160 novels, novellas and short stories, and am the author of the Masters of the Castle series.
I also write under the names of Denise Hall, Darla Phelps, and Penny Alley.