Now his full, rare grin flashed. Luke Isaak was completely in his element standing over a quivering sub. I realized a little too late that he asked to sit so we would be on more even terms. Ever the bastard but he thought of those small details and saw straight through me. He pulled out the chair, unbuttoned his suit jacket like a pro, and sat. It made no difference. He continued to dominate the room and me.
I thought of all my sleepless nights after I left his home for the last time.
The tears. The heartache.
If it wasn’t for Danny, I don’t know if I’d have survived. Taking a deep breath, I pulled my invisible force field around me. Silly, but a business tactic that I’d learned long ago. It’s one of the reasons I was known as the ice-queen of books; the ice-queen of Winters’ books to be exact. I’d built my publishing house from the ground up and now competed with the big boys. And the one person I thought never to see again, who made my heart slide into my stomach. Made me want to go to my knees and lay my head in his lap one last time—sat across from me.
Waiting.
How I managed to keep my voice even, I don’t know. “I believe there must be a reason for this visit but you don’t seem to appreciate my busy schedule.”
Noticing the almost imperceptible shake of Luke’s head, threw me for a second. I refused to lower my eyes and kept them squarely on his. It went against everything we had together. He hadn’t given me permission to look him in the eyes.
“I have a situation and I need your help.”
What. The. Fuck.
I was completely stumped. No way in hell could I help him with anything. “Have you decided to write your life story and come out of the sadistic closet?” It was all I could think of.
The quirk was back in his upper lip. “Frankly, I could care less about my sexual idiosyncrasies. You and I both know I protect the woman I’m with by keeping my proclivities discreet.”
He was right, I did know that. “So, what the hell Luke?”
I saw his hand twitch on the chair’s arm and I almost laughed aloud. Six months ago, my use of profanity would have had me screaming in about five seconds flat with his own special version of a cane striping my bare ass. I realized for the first time since Danny said Luke’s name that I was in control. And for the first time the dominant Luke Isaak looked uncomfortable. I’d never seen this side of him before. I would actually swear it didn’t exist.
This time… I waited.
He looked away before his eyes snapped back to mine. “There’s an important dinner Saturday night and I would like you to accompany me.”
I sat in complete shock having no idea what to say.
He spoke first, “Fuck.” He ran his fingers through his gorgeous, curly, sandy-blond hair before focusing his incredible eyes completely on me. “I’m not doing this very well. I miss you and I’m asking you on a date.”
My head spun. Luke and I didn’t do dates. We had an arrangement for four months which only lasted three. I resided at his feet, he punished me and in equal measures fucked my brains out. That was it. I refused to think of the emotional attachment I would never get over. The two of us didn’t work. Luke Isaak crossed the line.
His smile was back. “I’d like you to think about it before giving me your answer.”
My brain wasn’t working but my lips finally managed to form words. “You, are out of your fucking mind.” This was the first smart thing I’d said since he walked into my office.
The movement in his hand was more noticeable this time. “Yeah, probably.”
“The answer is no.”
He didn’t bat an eye or give up. “Are you currently in a D/s relationship?”
There lay the problem. Since Luke, no one else would do. I needed him like I needed oxygen or at least my body thought so. My brain, slowly coming out of a Luke Isaak induced coma, was telling me to run and never stop. This was too much. I wasn’t as unaffected by him as I hoped to be and all at once a cloud of defeat settled over me. “This won’t work Luke.”
He stood and my stomach clenched painfully because he was leaving. Slowly, he stalked around my desk until he was inches in front of me and I was looking up. His hair fell forward as he gazed down. With slow measured purpose, his hand went to the back of my neck, his fingers threading through my hair, pulling on the loose bun I’d placed it in that morning. He drew me up from my chair his other hand going to my jaw.
Available July 2014
Writing as Holly S. Roberts
Completion Series – New Adult Romance
Play
Strike
Kick
Crimson Series – Vampire Erotic Romance
Crimson Warrior (novella: Kept An Erotic Anthology)
Crimson Brothers (coming soon)
Club El Diablo Series – Kinky Romance
One Dom at a Time*
Piercing a Doms Heart
Touched by a Dom
Domination in Pink (short and kinky sequel to One Dom at a Time)*
Two Doms for Angel
Bad Boy Dom (Bad Boys of Rock)
Loving Two Doms (Bad Boys of Rock)
Caught by Two Doms (sequel Two Doms for Angel)
Temporary Dom (Bad Boys of Rock)
Writing as D’Elen McClain
Fang Chronicles – Paranormal Romance
Amy’s Story*
Emily’s Story
Zenya’s Story
Dmitri
Ivan (coming soon)
Fire Chronicles – Paranormal Romance
Dragons Don’t Cry
Dragons Don’t Love (coming soon)
Writing as Suzie Ivy
Bad Luck Detective Series – Non-fiction Humor/ Inspirational
Bad Luck Cadet
Bad Luck Officer
Bad Luck in Small Town (coming soon)
Free at most outlets*
Table of Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Two
Chapter Twenty-Three
Chapter Twenty-Four
Chapter Twenty-Five
Chapter Twenty-Six
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Chapter Thirty
Chapter Thirty-One
Chapter Thirty-Two
Chapter Thirty-Three