Red & Her Big Bad Dom

ISBN Digital: 978-1-62830-709-2
Page Count: 153
Word Count: 32998
Rating: Mature

This title contains explicit language, anal sex, ménage (m/f/f), BDSM, and exhibitionism.

Book Two of the Once Upon A Dom Series

Wealthy computer genius Graham Winters is in love with a woman who won’t join him for a stingy cup of coffee. How can he prove he’s nothing like her jerk of an ex if she won’t give him a chance? Then he spots her at a BDSM club and devises a plan. During the day, he’s “that damn geek.” At night, he’s the masked Dom known as The Wolf.

When it comes to her love life, Lucy Sanchez has one rule—no geeks. Not even rich, good looking geeks. She’s attracted to Graham but rules are rules. Besides, she has her wolf, the mysterious Dom who makes her blood sing. Then she’s invited to a fairytale event at Pleasure Manor and this Little Red Riding Hood plans to enjoy every delicious moment with her big, bad Dom.


His sexy, bedroom eyes sent flutters of desire through her. She hardened her heart and mind. “No. Don’t care if you’re richer than God himself.” According to the rumor mill, he was very rich. He’d inherited family money and didn’t need to work, but that didn’t make any difference to her. She held up a hand to stop him from speaking. “No dates. No coffee. No Thai restaurants. No. No. No. Not going out with you, Graham. Period.”

How many more times would she have to tell him no in order for him to get the message? If he hadn’t been pals with her boss, she’d have cut him down a long time ago, but instead, she endured. Oh, how she endured.

She had to admit, with a body like his, it was tempting to go out with him. Too bad he was a nerd, but rules were rules.

Graham picked up a sharpened pencil and twirled it between his fingers. “Okay, no Thai dinner. How about a movie Friday night?”

“Dammit, Graham. Didn’t you hear a single word I said?”

“I heard. What’s the harm? One night. Just a movie. Not like I’m asking you to go to some wild, crazy sex club or something.”

Sex club. Her Dom. Yum. What would The Geek say if she told him she wanted to go to a private and exclusive club like the one where she’d first met her wolf, her big, bad wolf? He’d be shocked and horrified, which made it very tempting to tell him. Might make him think twice about asking her out again.

Sorry, Graham. I’m a sub, and I need a dominant man, not an overgrown college nerd.

She nearly burst out laughing. No, she wasn’t that cruel, but thinking of Doms, her Dom, made her shiver in anticipation. This time tomorrow, she’d be with her wolf for three days of delicious sex. Yay for her!

A shiny, copper penny bounced across her desk. “A penny for them.”

“Huh?” She realized she’d zoned out.

Graham leaned back, rested an ankle across his knee and steepled his fingers together. He looked more like a boss or a VP than a nerdy geek, as though he were suddenly in control. “You looked all dreamy, like you’re thinking of something good. Share.”

The faint command in his voice nearly made her blurt out her thoughts. She met his gaze and wondered if he’d ever considered contacts. He did have wide, humor-filled blue eyes set in a tanned face with full, sensual lips. His thick, blond hair curled over the collar of his shirt.

It really was too bad he was such a geek. Unlike her ex-husband, The Jerk, Graham did have the whole body thing going for him. Her gaze flitted along his shoulders as she imagined running her hands over all that firm muscle. Was his broad chest hard and tanned, or was he skinny, flabby, and pasty white beneath his shirt.

“Like what you see?” He cocked a brow.

Brought up short, she groaned low in her throat, the sound coming out a growl. “Get real.” Yet her nipples tingled and deep in her center, arousal hummed. For some strange reason, she did find the man attractive. She sighed. Just think of Dirk. The Two-Timing Bastard Geek.

“So about tomorrow. Movie, yes?”

Lucy rolled her eyes. “Tomorrow, no. Have plans.” She held up her hand. “Weekend plans.” With her wolf.

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