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Here's the blurb for NAILED:
Tyler McMann is a Dom looking for a sub in the bedroom who can match him fire for fire everywhere else. At the private fetish club Finesse, he spots a fiery redhead with a defiant stride and curves that don’t quit. Flame looks like the ultimate Domme, so Tyler’s shocked to discover she is a switch. Their session together is unexpectedly explosive for both of them.
Tyler comes back night after night to play with Flame. Soon it becomes more than just club play but she’s afraid of fallout in her professional life. In her severe business clothes and uptight persona, no one knows about her secret weekend life and she wants to keep it that way. She also can’t risk another destructive relationship with a controlling man like the one who almost destroyed her before. If Tyler finds out who she really is, would he still offer his love and protection and a future together?
“Busy tonight,” Tyler McMann observed, leaning against the bar in the lounge section of Finesse. “Is it always like this on the weekends?”
Daks, the bartender, nodded. “Man, you think this is busy? This is nothing. A light turnout.”
“Then I’m glad I usually come in during the week.”
Daks cocked a brow at him. “Yeah, that’s right. So what are you doing here on the weekend?”
Tyler shrugged. “I had a very tough couple of weeks out of state and then worked late every night this week catching up on local stuff. Doesn’t leave much room for playtime.” He noticed people taking their coffee or soft drinks and leaving sizable money on the bar. “Better tips than during the week, I see.”
“You know it, even with low alcohol sales.”
Finesse had an unbreakable rule that its members not drink anything alcoholic if they even thought they were going to play. The club prided itself on providing a safe environment for members and guests. People breaking that rule suddenly found themselves on the outside looking in.
“I’ll be sure to take up a collection for you.”
Everyone was aware that Daks, like all employees at Finesse, was very well paid. They were handpicked by the owner and were known for being attentive and discreet. The atmosphere they created was what drew the elite clientele.
Tyler took a swallow of coffee from the engraved mug Finesse used for its coffee service and looked around at the crowd. He’d been a member of Finesse for a long time now, ever since an old college friend had introduced him to the BDSM lifestyle. Neither of his brothers were aware of this, which was one reason why he seldom brought the women he dated to any gatherings.
But he was getting older and changing partners was beginning to wear on him. He wanted someone who not only blended with him in the bedroom but in the other parts of his life. His family didn’t need to know the kind of sex he loved but he certainly needed a woman with a brain and a sense of humor who would be a match for his two sisters-in-law. Both Josh’s wife Vanessa and Alex’s wife Livy were corporate vice presidents. Tough models to live up to but he was sure there had to be at least one woman out there who was aggressive on the outside and submissive on the inside.
The problem was, he hadn’t connected emotionally with any of the women he spent time with. He was beginning to wonder if he ever would.
Finishing the coffee, he tapped his mug on the bar signaling Daks he needed a refill, again scanning the room. People were everywhere, in every available inch of space—on the furniture, even on the floor. Maybe they just put new meaning into the expression “thank god it’s Friday”. He knew after the stressful weeks working the Concordia multiuse development in Wyoming, he needed a break. McMann Development was doing it all, soup to nuts, and the project was a massive one. Tyler had been flying back and forth to supervise, sometimes spending weeks there. This week he happened to be in town and he’d headed immediately for Finesse.
He let his gaze roam over the crowd, the jumble of conversations and sounds buzzing in his ears. All around him people were grouped in pairs and trios, in various stages of undress and activity. He knew that soon most of them would be moving to one of the private rooms. Maybe tonight would be his lucky night.
Something flashed at the corner of his eyes, a bright color and he turned to get a better look. Coming down the hallway where the private rooms were located was a woman who quite literally took his breath away. He figured she was probably five foot six but the four-inch heels on her thigh-high black boots would bring her closer to Tyler’s six feet. She wore only a black bustier, laced in the front, her plump breasts resting on a built-in shelf. Her hair was an astounding shade of deep red and cascaded down her back in rich waves. Curls of the same color peeped out from the edge of the bustier, calling attention to her exposed pussy.
Completing the image was a glittery black mask that covered the upper portion of her face. She looked and walked like the ultimate Domme. He was shocked to see the thin red collar around her neck. Finesse provided collars and cuffs for subs to wear showing they were available. This woman certainly didn’t look like any sub he’d ever been with.
Every bit of saliva in Tyler’s mouth dried up as he stared at her. Where the hell had she been that he’d never noticed her before? At once he visualized her naked, spread-eagled before him as he rammed his cock into her.
“Hot, isn’t she?” Daks’s voce held a hint of amusement.
“No shit. Who is she, anyway?”
“That’s Flame. She even makes me drool. And I’ve seen ‘em in all kinds and all sizes.”
“Is she really a sub? She sure walks like a Domme. And dresses like one.”
Daks inclined his head in the woman’s direction. “She’s a switch. Top or bottom. Player’s choice.”
“You’re kidding, right?”
Daks shook his head. “Dead serious.
“Hmm.” Tyler continued to watch the woman through narrowed eyes. “Might be interesting to hook up with her.
Daks refilled Tyler’s mug yet again. “She has what you’d call a special situation. You want her, you see Marco.”
Tyler curled his hands around the mug. He wanted to yank the bartender across the polished wood and smack the information out of him. And why did he have to talk to the dungeon master first?
“Yeah? Special situation? Explain that.”
“Okay, okay. Don’t get your shorts in a bunch.” He polished the bar with a soft towel as he spoke. “She’s always fully booked for every night she comes in.”
“Booked? Then why is she wearing a collar that signals her availability?”
“Because she’s so much in demand the owner lets her call her own shots. Even assigned a room just to her on her regular nights.”
Now Tyler really was intrigued. Certain Doms paid for the privilege of always having the same room, but never a sub. Even if she was a switch. She had to be incredibly talented at both ends of the spectrum for that kind of privilege.
“Another thing,” Daks continued. “Her sessions never last more than one hour and she never plays more than twice. She also has the option of cancelling her second scene if the first one wears her out too much.”
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