Bondage & Bureaucracy

ISBN Digital: 978-1-62830-577-7
ISBN Print: 978-1-62830-576-0
Page Count: 222
Word Count: 50233
Rating: Mature

This title contains explicit language and BDSM.

After eight years married to the wrong man for all the wrong reasons, Fiona McBride is more than happy to sign on the dotted line, end the charade, and rediscover her penchant for kinky sex. She never thought the road to rediscovery would lead to her ex-husband's sexy political rival, Harrison Lancaster.

Harrison has promised his campaign manager he'll steer clear of the BDSM club until after the election, but when he runs into Fiona at a local cafe and starts fantasizing about taking the prim and proper debutante over his knee, he realizes abstinence is getting to him. Only a mad man would entertain the idea of sexually dominating his competition's vanilla ex-wife. When an old photo reveals she's not so straight-laced, he begins to wonder if it's possible to mix bondage and bureaucracy.


Teaching her about the lifestyle could end his public career…

“Something wrong?” His deep voice resonated even sexier with the acoustics inside the elevator and she wanted to curse him for it.

“No.” She shook her head but kept her eyes forward. “Nothing’s wrong.”

Other than the fact I haven’t had sex in six years and could probably reach orgasm by rubbing up against you a few times. Oh, and that the idea is growing more tempting by the minute.

He touched her shoulder, and an electrical current shot all the way to her toes. He turned her toward him. Heavy brow knitted, he scanned her with concerned grayish-blue eyes.

“You’re sure you’re all right? Your face is quite flushed.”

You don’t say? You should feel how hot a few other places are. Fiona arched an eyebrow, then quickly jerked it back down.

“I’m fine,” she insisted. “It’s probably a combination of these wet clothes and the change in temperature from outside to inside. Once I’m out of my clothes and into yours, I’ll be as good as new.”

Arching an eyebrow, he sent her a look so smoldering, steam should have been rising from her collar. Suddenly realizing what she’d said, her eyes widened.

“Um…n—not the…not the clothes you’re wearing.” Her face burned. “Other clothes. The ones you were going to lend me.”

“Of course.”

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