Dominate Me
by Stacey Lynn
Publication Date: January 16th 2017
Publisher: Carina Press
Genre: Contemporary Romance
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to Luminous: where your pleasure is our purpose.
Fan-favorite author
Stacey Lynn tantalizes readers with a sensual new series.
From The Book
Junkie Reads . . . Dominate Me . . .
Sizzling steam. Volcanic heat. Oppressive desire. Illuminating passion.
Dominate Me did more than just delivered me a passionate awaking of desires,
lust, and opening the channel of trust and respect. The writing was intense,
commanding, alluring, engaging, enlightening, and more.
She was just looking to experience the passion of the kinky side of
pleasure she left wanting. He was just supposed to teach her what her body
could enjoy. Neither was expecting for things to go this far.
This was a read that I was very happy that I read. And I would read it
again. I look forward to more of Stacey Lynn’s work.
BLURB
Haley
The first time I felt
Master Jensen's presence beside me, I knew he would be the one to show me all
the kinky pleasures of Luminous.
That I would give my
body to him. Begin my journey to sexual freedom at his feet.
But when I dared
raise my eyes to his, I saw he would get a part of me no man had had before: my
trust.
Jensen
From the instant I
saw her blush, I was captivated.
There was power in
her innocence—a power I quickly controlled.
Every moan, every
cry, every new awakening was mine. I pushed her boundaries and watched her
sexual confidence grow…knowing that in the end, I would have to let her go.
I know the price of
love and I'm not willing to pay it.
I dominated her body
and she enthralled my heart. But I have to walk away before I ruin the one I
love.
Again.
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“Master Dylan, I
believe you wanted to introduce me to this lovely woman.”
The shudder returned,
and I was able to fight it back marginally.
I didn’t take my eyes
off Master Dylan’s victorious expression as his smile grew cocky. “Get lost on
the way here?”
A rough growl came
from the man at the edge of the table. “It’s been a while, forgot the way.”
Master Dylan winked
at him before turning to me. I hadn’t yet had the guts to see the man he’d
apparently hand-picked for me.
“Haley—”
He was cut off by the
man at my side. “My name’s Jensen. You can call me Sir.”
Forcing myself to
continue breathing, I turned toward the man whose voice sounded a mixture of
sensual anger and irritation along with a heavy dose of lust. I shifted in the
booth and dragged my eyes up his holy-incredible-defined body. Dark blue jeans,
perfectly fitted at the thighs and thick at the crotch, a heavy leather black
belt around a trim waist and then the dips and curves of a black shirt that
covered his abdomen and the curves of his chest. I caught sight of well-shaved
stubble, pink lips that had two perfect points on the top, and a slightly
crooked but Romanian nose.
His brows pulled so
tightly together , his shoulders pulled back so tight and his stiff shoulders ,
all gave hints at his irritation, but it was his eyes that drew me in. Swirling
pools of the deepest blue, darker than the blue sapphire ring I’d always worn
on my right ring finger, threatened to undo me.
They spoke a story I
wanted to instantly unravel.
My chest tightened.
My God, he was sexy. So completely out of my league. I glanced at Dylan and he
nodded at me. Suggesting I talk to this man? I couldn’t form words to do so.
I looked back at
Jensen. His scowl deepened as he asked, “Are you going to say hello?”One brow
arched. Across the table from me, Master Dylan coughed. It broke whatever spell
I’d been pulled into and I looked away from Jensen, recognizing my mistake.
“Sorry, sir,”I
instantly said. Amazing how inherent that one word had become. “My apologies,
I’m Haley.”
I slid my palm
against his and his fingers wrapped around my hand, gripping me firmly. Sparks
of a freshly stoked fire poured through my body at the smallest contact. I
flinched in his grasp, shocked at my reaction, but he tightened his hold.
Then he tugged me
forward, pulling me to my feet until I was in front of him.
“I am not a Master,
and you may look me in the eye whenever we are speaking, unless I agree to
train you and we are in a scene. Do you understand?”
I continued staring
at his hand wrapped around mine. He’d pulled me so easily to standing position.
Air around us crackled with tension. It felt like a thousand eyes were trained
in our direction yet I couldn’t look at anyone.
I also couldn’t lift
my gaze to his even though he’d implied I should.
My breath sped up,
chasing the thunderous racing of my heart inside my chest. “Haley,”Jensen
warned. “Look at me.”
He’d commanded. I
wanted to listen. He knew I was new to this. If Master Dylan thought this man
was perfect for me, he would have shared my knowledge and my willingness. It
was difficult, but I obeyed.
“It’s nice to meet
you, sir.”I was parched, and I desperately wanted to reach for my champagne
glass, but I couldn’t take my eyes off the man in front of me.
I couldn’t remove my
hand from his. A similar emotion flashed through Jensen’s eyes as his gaze
wandered down my body.
I didn’t consider myself
overly beautiful, yet I had never lacked confidence, either. Except for the few
years when I’d tried pitifully to fix a marriage that never should have
happened and my confidence took a hit from that, I had parents who lavished
their love on me. I had enough boys and men show enough attention to me that I
knew I was physically attractive.
Jensen seemed to be
searching beyond the physical, beyond the tight, short black dress that showed
off toned thighs and calves from years of yoga and running.
I could have stood
there for years and let him simply gaze upon me. Every area of my body that his
eyes grazed over awakened.
My chest grew heavy.
A thick throbbing
began at the tops of my thighs. Wetness flowed into my underwear. Beneath the
flimsy lace bra and satiny top of my dress, my nipples hardened.
“I’d like to take you
on a tour of the place,”Jensen said, his grip around my hand flinching for a
moment.
I nodded my
agreement, but he stood still, slowly arching a brow.
I cleared my throat
and answered.
“Okay. Yes, that’d be
great.”
His lips that had
pulled tight quirked at one corner. “Yes, what?”
Oh. Right. “Sir. Yes,
sir. I would like a tour, sir.”
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Stacey Lynn currently
lives in Minnesota with her husband and four children. When she’s not
conquering mountains of laundry and fighting a war against dust bunnies and
cracker crumbs, you can find her playing with her children, curled up on the
couch with a good book, or on the boat with her family enjoying Minnesota’s
beautiful, yet too short, summer.
She lives off her
daily pot of coffee, can only write with a bowlful of Skittles nearby, and has
been in love with romance novels since before she could drive herself to the
library.
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