Ginger Burke considers herself a hard-assed bitch. She micromanages every aspect of her world, including the subs she controls as a part time, professional Domme. No one has ever been foolish enough to think she has a soft side.
Selleck Mathews knows what it’s like to hide behind what others expect, letting down his guard only around the gentle compassion of his partner, Neil Trygstad, who wants nothing more than to love and be loved. Together they are nearly content except they long for someone to laugh at Neil’s jokes and crave Selleck’s gentle dominance.
Ginger’s needs ring in her voice and shimmer in her expressive blue eyes. Once the guys decide to break through her shell and find the sweet center, they have no intention of letting up until her control snaps and she settles in their arms for the ideal holiday, perhaps even the perfect forever.
Genre: Contemporary, GLBT, Interracial, BDSM, ménage a trois, holiday romance
Heat level: 4
Word count – 28k
Cover art by Mina Carter
“We haven’t been properly introduced. I’m Neil Trygstad.”
Trygstad? As in the young man who within two years of opening Trygstad Technologies had catapulted it to one of the top twenty tech companies around the world and practically owned a monopoly on business security and communication in half the U.S? No wonder he was so cocky. Something inside her softened. Surely, everyone would understand the need to yield to such a man. The instant the thought rose, she shoved it down. “I think you should leave.”
“Have dinner with me.”
She swallowed her frustration. If she moved in any direction, she would have to brush against him. Desire hummed in her chest and swept lower to warm her body and melt resistance. Would he taste as good as he smelled? Feel as firm and manly as he appeared? “You’re out of your mind.”
The irresistible grin returned in full force. Good God! She wanted to smile back, to savor that impulsive delight, to lick the curve of—
“How about a late supper and even later breakfast?”
She bit the bullet and risked touching him. He resisted her hand on his arm a moment before he stepped aside with a small bow. Heat flared at the power beneath her fingertips. Her phone buzzed in her pocket, reminding her of the coming meeting. Everyone would filter in soon and she’d be caught unprepared. She scowled and pointed toward the door. “I have too much to do to play games, Mr. Trygstad.”
Ginger shrugged off the reminder and stepped farther from his broad, welcoming chest. She didn’t have time for a cute guy with an adorable smile regardless of how much she wanted to spend the day doing nothing more than tasting his lips beneath her own. “I don’t care if you’re freaking Santa Claus, I want you out.”
L.C. Dean has lived all over the country from the glorious South to the freethinking West Coast, but returned to the Midwest over a decade ago, and now resides in the fantastic state of MN. Though she hopes to someday find the love of her life, she currently resides with an overweight and over indulged coonhound named Jake. LC’s main goal professionally is to push the boundaries her often puritanical upbringing created. Writing about love that does not need society to define it, has been a freeing experience for her and her characters, and she hopes that readers find a similar joy in the reading.
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