An unexpected invitation to a wilderness lodge leads Meka Morgan into a world of bondage and submission ruled by a dark, commanding man.
Despite her reservations, overworked Meka Morgan accepts an invitation at an isolated lodge promising freedom from responsibility and an overbearing boyfriend.
But freedom is the last thing she experiences, starting the moment her darkly handsome and mysterious host closes his hand over hers. Seconds later, she's pinned to his powerful chest.
Her domineering captor knows her erotic needs, her secret cravings. He seems to have one goal—to challenge her helpless body in ways it craves but has never experienced.
Who is this man and what are his plans for her? Will she ever be free, and does she want to be?
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About the Author
What prompts a mild-mannered mostly law-abiding woman to write erotica and erotic romance, a lot revolving around BDSM and capture/bondage? Is it the complex issue of taking or giving up control?
Vonna Harper doesn’t know and she has given up trying to find the answer. It’s enough that many readers are drawn to what some call the dark side. All she asks is that readers understand she writes fiction--a brand of fiction she finds fascinating.
Vonna has lost count of the number of books, novellas, and short stories she’s written. What she has no doubt of, it's a hell of a ride.
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Copyright © Vonna Harper 2018. All Rights Reserved, Totally Entwined Group Limited, T/A Totally Bound Publishing.
Sometimes the gods get it right, Meka Morgan concluded as she drove along the densely treed road. In a random world where bad things happened to good people and bad people got away with murder, once in a while, the good guys won. At least they’re handed something that makes them think they have.
For the umpteenth time, she glanced over at the ornate invitation on the passenger seat. Then, as she turned her attention back to staying within the narrow, deserted lane, she smiled. Given recent unreal job stress and one Bruce Wisdom, it was time something went her way. Maybe the best part of the whole thing was that thanks to the unexpected invite, she’d been given an excuse to get out of town for the weekend. No more working overtime while wondering what had happened to job security, in addition to admitting she should have seen Bruce for what he was long ago.
A girl can dream about some major escapism.
“It’s certainly large, for being so remote,” she said a half-hour later. “I never expected to see—”
“Its distance from civilization’s complications is part of its appeal. We aim to make everyone’s time at the Getaway memorable.”
“I’m sure it will be. And to think I won—the weird thing is I don’t remember signing up for an all-expenses-paid weekend here.”
“Perhaps a friend—”
“Maybe, but I can’t think who. Surely it’s no one from work. Like me, they have all they can do to keep their heads above water.”
“What matters is that you’re our guest, hopefully a satisfied one by the end.”
Even as Meka nodded and smiled, she wondered how she was going to take her gaze off the man she’d just met long enough to give the mountain lodge’s main room the attention it deserved. Given what she’d gone through with the man she’d thought she’d be marrying, she shouldn’t want to be anywhere near a member of the opposite sex. But this man—had he told her his name?—all but oozed sex appeal.
Gads, getting turned-on—just what she didn’t need on top of a day so busy she hadn’t had time to change out of her office attire before heading up here. On the other hand, maybe there was the slightest possibility her host was feeling the same vibes. Hmm. How can I find out whether fraternizing with the guests is allowed?
Not seeing anyone else in the cavernous main room, with its many chairs and couches, massive rock fireplace, beam ceiling and masculine wall decor, was a little disconcerting, but there’d been a number of cars in the parking lot, and muted music provided a calming backdrop. Besides, with this particular welcoming party of one promising to take personal care of her, what more did she need?
How about a man you can trust?
Forget that. How about nothing more complex than having a particular fantasy come true?
Angrily shaking off thoughts of Bruce, hopefully for the last time, she focused on her host’s rugged, almost harsh features, professional athlete’s body and cool, appraising gray eyes.
Leaning back in the oversized leather chair he’d selected after directing her to an adjacent plush couch, he regarded her. He wasn’t exactly undressing her with his eyes, but his gaze said she was more than a prizewinner to him—like maybe his prize.
Determined to beat him at his game, she stared back. Two, maybe three sanity-saving seconds later, her pussy began heating. How’d you like to drop into a certain long-running dream of mine? Provide the distraction I badly need in my life. Maybe a little role-playing.
Although he wasn’t the most handsome man in the county, thanks to a five-o’clock shadow, shaggy black hair and big hands, there was no denying his appeal—and danger. Men with only a thin veneer of civilization, male with a capital M, had always rattled her, which was in part why she’d felt comfortable around Bruce. Bruce was civilized, suit and tie, well-mannered. Sex with him had been that—sex. No fucking or rutting or wham-bam allowed. No turning into a bitch in heat on her part, not that she’d ever done that—just imagined it. Even more important, no granting Bruce a role in the fantasy she should have never told him about.
Jeez, will you get off it!
Her host stood. “Are you ready to see your room?”
Looking up, it was all she could do not to gape. How tall was he, anyway? And those muscles—what was a resort employee doing with a power-lifter’s physique?
“Of course,” she belatedly replied and planted her legs under her. When he held out his hand, she placed hers in it.
Run! Run before it’s too late!