Bonds of Hope (Wicked Play Series #4)

Bonds of Hope (Wicked Play Series #4)

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by Lynda Aicher
     
 

Book four of Wicked Play

Quinn Andrews has a lot to learn about the world of BDSM. Once America's sweetheart, she has an opportunity to revive her career by playing a sexual submissive in a highly anticipated new series. Quinn is ready to throw herself into the role, and her hometown's premier sex club, The Den, is the ideal place for a crash course.

Overview

Book four of Wicked Play

Quinn Andrews has a lot to learn about the world of BDSM. Once America's sweetheart, she has an opportunity to revive her career by playing a sexual submissive in a highly anticipated new series. Quinn is ready to throw herself into the role, and her hometown's premier sex club, The Den, is the ideal place for a crash course.

At first Marcus Reese is reluctant to take on Quinn's erotic education, despite his intense attraction to the stunning starlet. While she fulfills his every command perfectly, she's also a consummate actress—and Marcus is determined to uncover the real woman hidden behind the mask.

Quinn's been taking direction all her life, so submitting to a Dom comes easily. But it's not just the most amazing sex she's ever had—Marcus challenges her to define her own needs and make her own decisions. And when her training is over, Quinn will have to choose between continuing to play a part in her own life, or living by her own rules.

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88,000 words

Product Details

ISBN-13:
9781426896293
Publisher:
Carina Press
Publication date:
09/09/2013
Series:
Wicked Play Series , #4
Sold by:
HARLEQUIN
Format:
NOOK Book
Sales rank:
59,299
File size:
513 KB

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"I'm sorry," the oversized bouncer stated with crisp gruffness. "Your name's not on the list."

Quinn Andrews straightened her shoulders and stared the man down. He might be over a foot taller than her and could probably squash her with one swipe of his palm, but she wasn't running away. "I realize that," she replied, pulling up the calming tone of a patient mother. "If you would please contact Vanessa Delcour, I'm sure she'll clear things up." She flashed her red-carpet smile and belatedly realized the charm was probably lost behind the cat mask.

"Would you please move to the side, miss?" The overhead light glared off his shiny, bald head and seemed to highlight the dark scowled on his brow. He leaned around her and pointedly looked to the next people in line.

Undeterred, she leaned with him and tried a different tactic. "It's really cold. Could I just wait inside until Ms. Delcour gets here?" She tugged her trench coat tighter, gave a mock shiver and opened her eyes wide. The puppy-dog eyes always worked.

"Oh. My. God." The not-so-subtle exclamation came from behind her. "This is a private club, lady. Move on."

The bouncer had already explained that to her and he didn't seem interested in repeating it. "Step aside, or I'll be forced to move you."

"I'll do that for you," a deep voice boomed. "The little sub could use some discipline."

The round of laughter and agreement that followed finally persuaded Quinn, but she gave them all a haughty glare before inching just far enough away to let others pass. The temptation to use her status wasn't an option now. Not that it had really been before. At this club, it was likely to get another round of ribbing and jokes instead of the access she wanted.

Of course, that was pretty much true of any club lately. Years of practice held her chin high as she met the eye of everyone who paid her any mind. Most barely spared her a glance on their way into The Den. Membership cards in hand, it only took seconds for the bouncer to swipe the plastic and log their entrance into the computer. It was all very efficient and high-tech. She hadn't expected a Midwestern leather club to be that hip.

The stream of people continued at a steady pace, and Quinn's curiosity was even more intrigued with each costume that passed through the door. Many were hidden behind long coats like her own, but there were a lot of men who'd brazened the October chill in nothing more than a leather harness and pants. Only she didn't know if those were Halloween costumes or not. Her internet research had shown outfits like that as normal BDSM wear.

Quinn pulled out her cell phone and tried calling her contact one more time. When the call rolled into voicemail, she disconnected and typed another text to Vanessa. She'd never met the woman, but her publicist had assured her she was sharp, professional and the best PR manager in Minneapolis.

And how that skill applied to a sex club, Quinn wasn't sure. But if the steady line of people was any indication of the woman's abilities, then maybe she should think of hiring Vanessa for herself. Given that the building was nothing more than a brick warehouse with a simple gray door and a sign with The Den on it, it wasn't the flash that was drawing the people in.

Meet the Author

 

Lynda Aicher has always loved to read. After years of weekly travel implementing computer software into global companies, she ended her nomadic lifestyle to raise her two children. Now her imagination is her only limitation on where she can go and her writing lets her escape from the daily duties as a mom, wife, chauffeur, scheduler, cook, teacher, volunteer, cleaner and mediator. Find her at: http://lyndaaicher.com

 

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Bonds of Hope 4.4 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 14 reviews.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Loved both Quinn and Marcus. It was great to see Quinn grow and change after meeting Marcus and spending time at the Den. This is a great series and would highly recommend it.
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Anonymous More than 1 year ago
( was WhiteBlood ) She pads in. "Talonstar?" She asked
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Romance_Readers_Bookshelf More than 1 year ago
Lynda Aicher is a new name for many readers, but she has already caught my eye. While EVERYBODY knows that 3/4 of the BDSM books are comparable if not exact in story line to that notorious 50 Shades, at least Aicher gave a good representation of something different. In "Bonds of Hope", Quinn is an actress who wants to really experience her next role as a Sub (Submissive) in a BDSM film, so she arranges for a week in an exclusive club where she is to be a Sub. She ends up with an attraction to Marcus, the hot Dom and a blooming interest in the BDSM world. Overall, this was a good story that was believable and not all about just sex. I appreciate the way Aicher tells this story. It was different and that in itself was refreshing. Of course, by this time, I think a lot of readers are ready for the next reading trend. I am interested in more of Aichers books to find out if she can really develop a unique plot. I think she made all of this story that she could and it was very interesting. I just never found a "Wow factor". Marcus' character was really hot and interesting at some points, but then it would fizzle back into blase. As I said, I look forward to reading Aicher's other books. I have a feeling that she has a lot great stories to write and I look forward to it. Read more reviews, get information about new releases and find out more about your next great romance at my blog Romance Readers Bookshelf
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Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Quinn and Marcus come from different worlds. Those two worlds shouldn't mesh, but Marcus and Quinn make it work. Not without challenges and struggles. Along the way Quinn learns to take charge of her life and career. A wonderful story of love, passion and finding one self.
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lucieparis2011 More than 1 year ago
A beautiful erotic romance naughty! I am a fan of Lynda Aicher's serie "Wicked Play."  The author manages to offer different, sexually charged and captivating plots with strong and fragile characters. Often tinged with a bit of suspense, the stories depict different practices and form of BDSM relationships. In this story, a complete novice, Quinn, is interested in learning the dynamics of a submission / domination relationship to prepare a role for her next serie. What should be a game, a discovery driven by curiosity will become a window into a way of life with a real sentimental opportunity. I loved how Quinn is initiated by Marcus and the issues raised. Without ever being boring, the story is sexy, erotic and intriguing. As a reader, the author is making you wait... There is fun in anticipation the intimate sex scene! And the story is boiling hot! I love the adventures experienced by Lynda Aicher characters. Emotions are intense, sometimes harsh but always turned to release the characters of their preconceived ideas of the traditional model of relationship. This is a freedom of thought and desire which is often offered by the author through her characters. A beautiful erotic romance naughty! Lucie newbooksonmyselves.blogspot.fr
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I was Shadowfur)) he padded in.
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Rubycoral, Ravenfeather, and Dragonpa padded in.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
{ Sorry about the name confusion. His actual name is Talonstar. I just got a bit messed up because of Briarkit's name. } <p> With a flick of his tail the large tabby rose. There was heartache in his eyes for the absence of his dead mate and Tigerkit, but he still managed to greet each cat. "Rubycoral." He purred, trotting over to the other former member of MatingClan. "It's good to see you again." From her side he approached Echobreeze. Giving the gray female a nudge with his head. "You too, Echobreeze." From his spot beside her Talonstar nodded to WhiteLight. "I'm so glad you all are here." <p> While her father was busy greeting his old clanmates the spunky young she-kit approached the two other kits. "Of course!" She squeaked. "My name's Briarkit and I'm three moons old!" As easily distracted as she was the dainty gray female was soon straying away, following the voices of two other kits. They looked about her age but didn't sound very nice. Her nose wrinkled at the scent of Ethereal. Briarkit was old enough to understand that meant danger. But it only made her more interested. "My daddy isn't bad!" She screeched. Throwing herself on top of Kalos, tiny claws unsheathed.