My next release will be here in about SIX WEEKS!!! Only for the Weekend is the first book in a brand-new series, loosely related to my Secrets To Hide books. It’s also my very first BDSM romance. I can’t wait to share it with you!
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Jane Jacobs is ready for a change. She’s determined that a history of lackluster relationships and even more lackluster pleasure will end this weekend, when she meets the Dom her best friend has set her up with. Exploring dominance and submission with her blind “date” could answer all her questions—and help her forget the one man she wants to master her.
With his band on hiatus, Vincent O’Connell grabs the chance to visit his sister in Vegas, but she wants a favor more than a family reunion. V.’s not above indulging himself with a willing sub, but when he realizes the sub is his sister’s best friend, Jane, all his instincts scream at him to back out—and fast.
V knows Jane; she’s young, pretty, sweet. Definitely sub material—for someone else. But one look at her on her knees and all the reasons to avoid her disappear. She needs a Dom to guide her, and he needs to indulge himself with just a taste. After all, it’s only for the weekend.
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Vincent’s gut tightened. “Jane?”
“Yes, Jane,” she said impatiently. “My best friend, Jane? You are so hopeless.”
“I hope not, considering you brought me here to do you a favor. I know which Jane you’re talking about.” As if he could ever forget. He rubbed his thumb and forefinger over his eyes, hoping to hide exactly how much he remembered from his too-observant sis. “Get on with it.”
“She’s been…unhappy with her current relationship for a while. Actually, she hasn’t been happy with her last couple of boyfriends, but I didn’t really understand why until she called to tell me she and Lane had broken up.” Kennedy’s mouth twisted into something not quite a smile, not quite a frown. “We got to talking about what, specifically, was the problem–”
V. put his hand up to ward off the rest. Jane’s relationships were the last thing he wanted to discuss. The history between him and Jane–history his sister knew absolutely nothing about, he was pretty sure–might be water under the bridge, but that didn’t mean he wanted to think about her with anyone else.
Kennedy wouldn’t be denied, though. “No, Vinny, this is important. See, we were talking, and I started to realize that some of their…compatibility issues are because Jane is…uh…submissive.”
Fuck. Now he was starting to get the picture. His fingers started a steady beat on his thigh as he struggled to bring his racing thoughts under control. “And you want me to talk to her about BDSM.”
There weren’t many secrets between him and his sister. When she’d read 50 Shades and started questioning things, he’d openly discussed his natural need to dominate and what that might look like in a hypothetical relationship. Though ultimately not drawn to the D/s dynamic herself, Kennedy was well educated enough to recognize the tendency in her best friend.
“Then what exactly?” He couldn’t keep a bit of bite out of his words.
Kennedy took a deep breath as if steeling herself against something. Not a good sign. His gut tightened again.
“Jane actually asked about hiring an…escort that could dominate her.”
V. thought the top of his head might just fly off. “She didn’t. You didn’t,” he growled.
“No, idiot,” she insisted, her words as loud as his were low, “I didn’t.” She stared into his eyes, but she wasn’t really seeing him, he could tell. “She wants to learn but doesn’t know anyone in the lifestyle. She didn’t know what to look for if she went to a club, and didn’t feel safe with a stranger.”
V. wasn’t quite ready to give an inch. The thought of Jane with a stranger–okay, with anyone, but especially a stranger–made him feel like his blood was boiling in his veins. “She wouldn’t know an escort either.”
“But I would.” Kennedy shrugged. “That was it. She thought, this being Vegas, that I might’ve met someone in the lifestyle that she could trust. A personal recommendation, so to speak.”
“You told her no, obviously.”
This time her stare connected, but she didn’t speak. She just waited, her determination ticking like a clock between them, until the truth finally smacked him between the eyes.
“You’re hiring me?”
“She’s my best friend, Vinny. I’m not gonna hand her over to have sex with just anybody!”
“And you’re not handing her over to have sex with me either.” Frustration drove him to his feet to pace across the room until the floor-to-ceiling windows stopped him. If only Kennedy knew. Jane would probably prefer to castrate him, even now, ten years later. She certainly wouldn’t want to be vulnerable to him, not the way a sub was vulnerable with their Dom. Even considering it was an enormous mistake. He scrambled for anything that might deter her.
“Jane’s just a kid.” Ten years his junior, like Kennedy was.
“She’s not a kid. She’s my age, and I have sex all the time.”
He shot his sister a withering look. “Now stop that shit right now.”
Kennedy’s eyebrow cocked up. “The sex?”
“Telling me about it.” He shuddered. “It may or may not happen, but I do not need to know.”
Kennedy’s smirk was salt in the wound. “My brother the perv is freaked out by his baby sister’s vanilla sex life.”
It took a moment, but eventually he was able to join a smirk with Kennedy’s laughter. His sister’s amusement eased some of the tension stringing his body tight, enough that he could return to the couch. Kennedy patted his leg when he sat beside her.
“She’s always had a bit of a crush on you, ya know.”
He kept his sigh inside. Damn right, he knew. What Kennedy and especially Jane didn’t know was that the feeling had always been mutual. Which spelled certain disaster if he gave in to what his sister wanted.
He didn’t say it aloud; instead he deflected. “Jane isn’t a one-night-stand kind of girl.” He knew that much–all too well.
“She’s not looking for forever, just a quickie intro to BDSM.” She tilted her head, seeming to consider her words. An impish grin tugged at her lips. “Well, not a quickie, really, but you get the idea.”
His frown probably made him seem like a stuffy old geezer, but what the hell… “Yeah, I get it.” All too well. Perversely, the assumption that he was available to be used for the night bothered him. “Thanks, Sis. I’m good enough to stud out but not good enough for more than one night?”
He mentally kicked his own ass. Why was he even arguing about this? He didn’t want more than one night. He’d always said so, a fact Kennedy quickly reminded him of.
“‘Commitment takes time,'” she quoted.
He’d said those three words so many times, and never regretted them. His band had been all the commitment he had room for besides Kennedy. It had always been true, but now Weekend Washout was on hiatus for who knew how long–at least until Chad came back from gallivanting around Europe with his latest lover. V. and Hank were exploring a new solo project, true, but even then, he had way too much time on his hands.
But not time for a commitment, V. You’re not commitment material. If you were, you’d have taken Jane up on her offer ten years ago, whether she was sixteen or not.
No… Okay, maybe. He really didn’t know. He’d like to think he was a better man than to take advantage of a sixteen-year-old girl’s infatuation, but this was Jane they were talking about. And whether it was ten years ago or now, the thought of having her for far longer than a single night reverberated in his chest with more force than the echo of his bass drum.
“Vinny.” Kennedy closed her eyes, probably praying for patience. When she opened them again, determination shone through. “Jane is a sweet person who’s just trying to find her way through this.” She sat forward. “You’re my brother. I trust you, and most of all, I trust you with her. Please, just… Please help her.”
V. thought about her words for a long moment, thought about his first faltering forays into a nonvanilla sex life, how much easier it would’ve been if he’d had a guiding hand. He considered the pleading in Kennedy’s eyes, and the fact that she might hand him his balls if he said no. And finally, he let himself picture Jane, the pretty sixteen-year-old he’d rejected and the quietly beautiful woman he’d seen in Kennedy’s frequent pictures. Could he really let Jane make herself vulnerable that way with anyone else? Could he turn his back knowing she wouldn’t be safe? Because she would continue to explore; that much he knew. He wouldn’t have been able to stop his own search, safety or not. Jane needed to find her answers, but no way in hell could he allow her to do it alone.
His sigh was pure capitulation. Kennedy heard it and smiled.
“All right,” he told her, “I’ll do it–but on one condition.” He thought about that a moment. “Two, actually.”
Kennedy’s triumph dimmed a bit. “Okay.”
“Anonymity. I don’t want her knowing who I am. No, Kenn,” he said firmly before she could interrupt. “This could affect your friendship later. She could feel awkward, avoiding you if she thinks I’ll be there.” He normally had no issue with having sex with a woman he’d just met, if they both knew the score, but not Kennedy’s best friend. It wasn’t the only reason for the caveat, but it was a good one. The other… Well, Jane would never knowingly let him near her, much less trust him if she knew he was the one with her, not after what had happened between them. “Anonymity is a must.”
Emotion warred in Kennedy’s eyes, but she finally gave in. “You’re the right person for this job,” she told him, conviction shining in her eyes. “I guess what she doesn’t know won’t hurt her. She’d never see any other guy I picked again, right?”
“Right.” He said the word she wanted to hear even though he didn’t think it was necessarily true. If they hit it off, Jane would probably see another Dom again. Not him, though. She wouldn’t see him the first time if she knew.
Kennedy reluctantly nodded. “And?”
He squared his shoulders. “And no sex.”
V. shook his head. “I can teach her what she needs to know without it. Hell, some subs get more of a release from the submission than they do an orgasm.” For him D/s was all about the sex, but that wasn’t the case across the board. “Jane is vulnerable, and I won’t take advantage of that. I can’t.”
“So…you won’t touch her at all?”
“Oh, I’ll touch her.” A lot, probably. More than was good for his sanity. “But no full-on sex.”
Kennedy agreed, but the uncertainty wrinkling the corners of her eyes said what she wouldn’t say aloud. No sex meant Jane’s fantasy might go unfulfilled. But he’d rather give her something and leave them both unscarred than indulge himself in something he’d dreamed about for longer than had been appropriate and hurt Jane in the process. If Kennedy knew the whole story, she wouldn’t have any doubts.
All V. had doubts about was his ability not to go too far. This was Jane, after all. The woman he’d fantasized about dominating since she was sixteen years old.
Heaven help him.
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