Sunday, February 15, 2009

Dominant Games by Madeleine Oh

Dominant Games by Madeleine Oh
cover art by Zuri

ISBN (13): 978-1-60521-072-8

Genre(s): BDSM

Series: Games

Length: Novella


Ian Bennett is sexy and intriguing, but is he the right man for Julie? She’s longed to find a lover who’ll meet her sexual fantasies, but she knows from past experience how badly things can go when you fall for the wrong man. It’s up to Ian to convince her that he’s the perfect Dominant to meet her submissive needs, not just for one night, but for a lifetime.


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“Julie, I don’t understand you. He’s rich, intelligent, sexy and he likes you.”
Julie Youngman shook her head at her cousin Sallie. “He’s a layabout. Doesn’t have a job. Lives off his father’s money, and got sent down from University for spray painting the master’s car purple.” She skipped over the sexy bit. No arguing there. Ian Bennett was the ultimate in bedworthy. But was he her type?
Even if he was, she wasn’t getting involved with an idler.
“Stop being such a stick in the mud. I could tell a few stories about what you did at Uni. What about the time you and the person whose name we never mention put condoms on every single finger of the Founder’s statue?”
“Oh, come off it.”
“Honest, Julie. Men like him don’t drop into your lap every day of the week. Damn, I’d grab him if he showed the slightest interest.”
“You can have him.” The words came easily, but if Sallie as much as crooked her little finger at Ian, Julie knew darn well she’d go for her like a wild thing.
Seemed Sallie was well aware of that. “I’m not the one he fancies. No one ever sent me chocs like these.” She reached into the box and took another.
That much was true. Julie grabbed one, too, and bit down. Coffee cream with hazelnut. Sallie was right. Wasn’t every week she received boxes of handmade chocolates, delivered by courier. Wasn’t every week she had to cope with Ian Bennett either.
Thing was, Julie thought as she let the tastes of coffee, hazelnut and bitter chocolate meld in her mouth, Ian’s pursuit did flatter her. She’d be less than human if it didn’t, but it also scared the willies out of her. Having fantasies of ardent pursuit by an apparently dominant man was one thing. Actually having to cope with the reality and the ultimate disappointment was another.
Mind you, expensive chocs -- the next one was toasted almond with liquid toffee -- weren’t to be sneezed at.
“So,” Sally asked, eyeing the square one with a crystalized violet on the top, “do you think that’s a cream, and are you going out with him again?”
“I haven’t been out with him once. Yet.” Getting chatted up at a wedding didn’t count.
“But you will, won’t you?”
Yes, she would, but she wasn’t quite ready to admit that out loud. “Hell if I know. Don’t you have to get to work?”
Her cousin grinned at her. “Yes, love. I’ll be off. Give you lots of privacy for when Mr. Sexy Ian calls.”
Only he didn’t call. No doubt waiting for her to call with profuse thanks for the three million calories in a satin and lace covered box. Black satin and lace actually, and shaped like a corset, now if that wasn’t a statement of intent and interest, what was?
Darned if she knew. And did it matter? She’d been on a man free diet for nearly three years. Time to get her feet back in the water, so to speak. Seemed Ian Bennett was offering himself for the job. She’d ignore his overwhelming dominance -- which could be just her imagination after all -- and pretend he was just a nice chap wanting to take her out.
But she still wasn’t quite ready to pick up the phone and hear his slow, sexy voice.
She turned on her computer and sent him a polite thank you e-mail. Social niceties satisfied, Julie had another chocolate -- maple walnut this time -- and made herself a cup of mint tea. Savoring the aroma, she curled up on her sofa and thought long and hard about what to do about Ian Bennett.

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