Andi Kelly leaves for a weekend at an exclusive BDSM resort to experience what it’s like to submit to a dominant man. She never expects to meet the man of her dreams.
Andi Kelly is looking forward to a weekend of uninhibited sex and turning over control to a dominant man for just two days. She’s headed to what patrons refer to as Club Surrender, an exclusive resort catering to those who live the lifestyle of, or wish to experience, BDSM.
What she never expects is to meet the man of her dreams—Derrick Macintyre, who just happens to be the president of the investment firm she works for.
Derrick has had his eye on Andi for as long as she’s worked at the investment firm. When he learns she’s planning a weekend at his favorite club, he ensures that she ends up as his sub—and he intends to make her his, for always.
About the Author
Jaymie Holland is the alter-ego of New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Cheyenne McCray.
Chey is currently writing her 100th book/novella. Her accolades include a total of six RT Book Reviews Magazine’s Reviewer’s Choice award wins and nominations, along with numerous other awards.
Cheyenne enjoys creating stories of love, suspense, and redemption. She loves building worlds her readers can get lost in. If you would like to find out what Cheyenne is up to these days, cruise her website any time, take a look at her FAQs, and even drop her a line or two.
Read an Excerpt
Copyright © Jaymie Holland 2018. All Rights Reserved, Totally Entwined Group Limited, T/A Totally Bound Publishing.
She could do this. She could be a submissive for one weekend at Club Surrender, which was nestled away beside an exclusive mansion and park in Beverly Hills.
Now she just needed to find the right Dom to rock her world.
In the shadows near Club Surrender’s bar, Andi Kelly clutched her martini glass so tightly she was afraid the slender stem would snap. The cosmopolitan would hopefully begin its magic soon, allowing her to relax—at least a little. This was her fantasy. She could do it.
What a way to have great sex, too, without worrying about a relationship. She had a career to think about and wasn’t ready to commit to any kind of ties. Some men she’d met had wanted relationships—more than she’d been willing to give. That or they’d just wanted to screw around and use her, and she wasn’t a one-night-stand kind of woman. So, she’d gotten away from dating and it had been way too long since she’d been laid.
Even though this retreat was all about Domination and submission, she’d still be in control. No strings, no attachments, and she’d be able to choose her Dom. Hopefully she’d find one she’d love to have mind-bending sex with.
Sex with no expectations of any kind of commitment. My kind of relationship.
Her gaze took in the room filled with seemingly normal everyday people—they could have been lawyers, doctors, secretaries, construction workers, computer programmers, waitresses—just ordinary people with one thing in common…
They were all into kink—BDSM.
Andi took a bigger drink and the heat of the alcohol burned down her throat to pool in her empty stomach. Oh, she’d be feeling the buzz soon, all right. She needed it if she was going to go through with this.
For a moment, her thoughts drifted to her best friends, Chessie, Bryn, and Sydney. What would they think if they knew Andi was at a bondage club? She smiled to herself. The girls would be amazingly supportive, even if they thought Andi had gone off the deep end. That was just the way her friends were. They didn’t judge or criticize. Instead they cared and wanted the best for each other.
When Andi had told her friend, Chessie Tarantino, about her fantasy to be a submissive for a night, maybe even a few nights, Chessie had surprised—no, shocked—her by recommending a weekend away at Club Surrender.
Andi had asked Chessie how she knew about the club, but her friend had just blushed and shrugged. Apparently, Chessie and her new husband were into kink themselves.
The club’s dimly lit lounge smelled of the tantalizing aroma of the appetizers displayed on a table along one wall of the room. Cranberry-goat-cheese canapes, tomato-feta bites, beef tenderloin with merlot jam, and fingerling potatoes with avocado and smoked salmon.
Andi’s stomach growled and she hugged herself with one arm while she took another sip of her cosmo. She was hungry, but she wasn’t sure she wanted to eat—she might not be able to keep it down, as nervous as she was. Instead she closed her eyes for a moment, listening to the throb of the music, an alternative rock song that pounded in time with her pulse.
Andi opened her eyes, took a deep breath, and glanced at the bartender before turning her gaze back to the room. So far, she had escaped notice—or maybe her body language had been read loud and clear. Don’t come near me. I’m scared half out of my mind.
Which wasn’t like Andi at all. Because of her tenacity and her ability to close the deal like no one else could, she had recently been promoted to Vice President of Tarantino Investments. Known as a tough but fair boss, she could run circles around any man when it came to her work. Any man but Derrick Macintyre, that was.
Andi frowned at the thought of the ruthless investor, who now ran the company once owned by Nick Tarantino. Before Nick had turned over the reins to Derrick, he’d had Andi’s position. But once he’d taken over, Derrick had promoted her to the V.P. position he had vacated.
His dominating presence made her feel like a novice in comparison to the effortless skill with which he ran the company. Before he had promoted her, she’d barely had any contact with him. Now, she had just maybe too much.
Something about him always made her squirm in her chair at the board meetings he led. She hated how just being in the same room with him made her nipples so taut they ached. Of course, the fact that he was one of the sexiest men alive might have something to do with it.