Joâs arm was fastened to the bedpostâ¦with her own handcuffs!
She blinked her lashes open and found her prisoner reclining casually on her bed, his head propped up by his hand, unrestrained and completely in control.
âGood morning, sweetheart,â Dean said lazily. âI figured turnabout is fair playâ¦especially when it comes to indulging in fantasies.â
An unexpected thrill coursed through Jo, chasing away her alarm and eliciting a sensual heat that spread to her feminine nerve endings. âAnd what fantasy is that?â she dared to ask.
He splayed his long fingers on the mattress in front of him and grinned roguishly. âMe captor, you prisoner, with a little bondage thrown in for good measure.â
âThereâs just one thing youâre missing, Master.â
Amusement flickered across his expression. âAnd whatâs that?â
âA submissive female,â she replied impudently.
Dean chuckled, a deep, rich sound that made Joâs body warm with awareness. âOh, Iâm not worried about your surrender,â he said, a little too confidently. âAfter all, Iâm a great believer in the power of persuasionâ¦.â
Dear Reader,
Iâve had a blast writing supersensual stories for Blaze, and with A Wicked Seduction, I had the opportunity to try something differentâ¦to write about a female bounty hunter who ends up wickedly seduced by her captive! Jo Sommers thinks sheâs come across every kind of felonâuntil she takes gorgeous Dean Colter into custody and discovers he has a thing for bondageâ¦. Get ready for a generous dose of red-hot sexual tension and overwhelming erotic pleasures.
I hope you enjoy Jo and Deanâs sexy, sizzling story. And I hope you keep a lookout for my future Blaze releasesâcheck my Web site at www.janelledenison.com for updates. As well, I love to hear from my readers. You can write to me at: P.O. Box 1102, Rialto, CA 92377-1102 (send a SASE for goodies!) or at [email protected].
Enjoy the heat!
Janelle Denison
This book is dedicated to Laurie Pyke and
Cheryl Shoemaker, two of the most devoted, enthusiastic fans a writer could ever hope for.
And to Don, for giving me the best fifteen years of my life.
Happy anniversary.
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
FOR JOELLE SOMMERS, success was sweet and heady, and almost as exhilarating as great sex. Not that sheâd had any of the latter lately, she thought wryly as she settled into her cushy office chair and propped her booted feet on the corner of her cluttered desk. But todayâs triumph more than made up for not having a man in her life. Sex provided a fleeting buzz com pared to the elation of finally solving a difficult abduction or missing persons case and reuniting the individuals involved.
A smile tugged the corner of her mouth. When sheâd made that idle comparison to a girlfriend during an evening of dinner and drinks, her friend blithely responded that she obviously wasnât getting laid by the right man, because the blissful aftereffects of sexual gratification could last for days on end.
Imagine that, Jo mused with wonder, unable to ignore the tingling warmth infusing her veins. She reached for a file folder next to her blotter and she sighed. Thatâs about all she did these daysâ¦imagine, because sheâd discovered that fantasies were so much better than her reality. Finding and wanting any man, let alone the right man, had become a tiresome quest that no longer appealed to her.
Unfortunately, Jo could always count on the men she dated to balk at her working in a male-dominated field filled with dangerous scenarios. Ultimately, they didnât understand her drive and passion for locating missing people, especially abducted children. And when they discovered she was an ex-cop and moonlighted as a bounty hunter on occasion, most felt compelled and obligated to lecture her on the perils of a woman capturing wanted fugitives. And how could she do such a thing without male protection?
Oh, puh-leeze! Sheâd had enough of that overbearing attitude from her two older brothers. While Cole and Noah had learned over the years to tamp down the guardian tendencies theyâd honed at a very early age, both still managed to interfere with cases they believed were too much for her to handle. It was a battle she constantly struggled to win.
She couldnât seem to escape the male stereotypes that dictated she belonged in a safer line of business, or married, barefoot and pregnant, so she sacrificed sexâgood, bad, or indifferentâfor the thrill of the chase her cases provided. A piteous substitute for carnal pleasures, she knew, but she didnât need the frustration and hassles that came with involvement with the opposite sex.
Nor had any man inspired enough lust or passion to make it worth the effort, Jo mused as she stamped CASE CLOSED in red ink across the front label of the file sheâd finally solved. Now that was the kind of satisfaction that drove and excited her.