I am so lucky and proud to be a part of the Dirty Doms box set. When Lori King asked people to join her on this project, I jumped at the chance. She's super fun to work with and by the time she explained the whole series concept, I couldn't wait to get started on my story.
Binding Her to Him, is about Phoenix Dupree and Kennedy Le Roche. They were high school sweethearts, and when Phoenix pushes the idea of marriage and starting a new life together, Kennedy rejects him.
Fast forward fifteen years, and Phoenix and Kennedy's lives will be weaved together after the death of a young girl. Will they find the happiness they denied themselves fifteen years ago? I guess you'll just have to wait till June 28th to find out. Bonus: the box set is only .99! :)
I hope you enjoy it!
A new drug has hit the streets of Reserve, Louisiana, and it is claiming victims at an alarming pace. The only clue she has is a BDSM Club on the outskirts of town. As a submissive, she’ll go undercover to ferret out who’s distributing the drug. But, there’s a catch.
Phoenix Dupree, is a police consultant by day and a Dominant by night.
When the police chief shares a case of utmost importance with him, he takes it. What he isn’t expecting is the identity of his submissive for the night, Kennedy Le Roche.
Feelings long since dormant resurface. Can Kennedy and Phoenix work together or will old wound prove to be too deep?
This is a bondage/restraint story and of lost love.
She awoke in a pitch dark room, not sure if it was day or night and with no knowledge of how she got there or when. Kennedy tried to process the last several hours…days? Shit, she didn’t know. Cocooned in the blanket of warmth surrounding her, she wanted to drift off and forget about everything. Wiggling farther down into the comfort of the bed cushioning her, Kennedy felt the hard press of a body behind her. She wiggled again. Wasn’t she at home?
“If you don’t stop doing that, Kennedy, I won’t be responsible for what happens in this bed.” Phee. Holy shit. What the fuck happened to me, and how the fuck did I get here?
“Um?” Her heart hammered. Her hands fisted in the sheets. She tried to remember how she got there.
“Yes, you are. I took your dress off,” he answered, as if it was nothing for her to be naked in bed with him.
Closing her eyes, she pursed her lips and reached under the covers. Her hand came in contact with warm skin. His chiseled to perfection chest formed two perfect pectoral disks, accented with small pebbled nipples. Farther down she counted six defined abdominal muscles. His rough grunt had her hand stilling for a moment. You have to know, Kennedy. You can do this. With a slight whimper she went lower. There just at his navel rested his erection. The crest slick with precum. “You’re naked too!” Quicker than she thought she’d be able to muster, she climbed out of bed. “Did we…Are we…” she squeaked, turning away from him when he rolled out of bed and crossed the room.
“No, we didn’t. This is how I sleep. I figured you’d sleep the same way.” He laid his hand on her shoulder forcing her to face him. “You know this thing between us,” he murmured motioning between them, “isn’t just a fluke, Kennedy.”
Wrong. So damn wrong. It is a fluke. It’s a disaster of epic proportions waiting to happen. “Phee we both know this isn’t good. We just don’t fit the same anymore.” Her gaze locked with his, and she could see the desire for her burning brightly in his dark brown eyes. Arousal sparked between them in an instant. Hot, fast and all consuming. She could deny it all she wanted too, but it’d always been there.
Kennedy’s nipples puckered into hard beads. Her pussy ached, growing wetter with each passing second. Dear Lord I’ve barely even touched the man, and I want him more than I want my next breath. “We should just go our separate ways, Phoenix.” Even to her, her words sounded breathy and uncertain.
“Your mouth is saying one thing, but your body is saying something else, sweetheart,” he crooned, his hand cupping her nape. His teeth caught his full bottom lip as he stood there regarding her. “What do I have to do to shut that mind of yours down?” Head bent, his lips brushed against hers. The zing of awareness shooting through her body startled her. Despite her denial, her anger and pain at his rejection, she wanted him with her next breath.
“I should hate you.”
“I know, baby. I know,” he whispered, stepping closer to her, effectively backing her up to the wall.
“I really do hate you,” she sobbed. His hands caressed her flesh, and a ragged cry left her lips. “You broke my heart, Phee.”