Welcome to Rawhide, the exclusive BDSM club north of
San Antonio, Texas, where the ranchers and their friends come to play in
carefully guarded anonymity. Ruled by a Dungeon Master extraordinaire, its
well-vetted membership enjoys delights to please even the most experienced Dom
and sub. Come on in. The evening is just about to start.
Blurb:
Just for an instant their
gazes connected, then he was gone. Barrel racer Trish Barton wanted to find
that mysterious man in black who in brief seconds pushed all her buttons. A
born submissive, she saw herself on her knees before him, bound by the lasso
he'd held in his hand.
Jake Keenan had never
forgotten that one brief glimpse of he woman who set him on fire, a woman he’d
give anything to Master. How could she have taken root in his dreams after that
one brief glimpse?
Then Fate threw them
together and gave them the opportunity to fully explore the Dom/sub
relationship they craved. But Trish wasn’t yet ready to give up the rodeo
circuit, much to Jake’s dismay. And then an emergency turned their lives upside
down and showed both of them what’s really important.
Excerpt:
Like a paintbrush sweeping across her field of vision the
image of a man blew into her mind. She’d only seen him once, at the rodeo in
Oklahoma. She couldn’t seem to make herself look away. And seeing was probably the appropriate
word because all she’d gotten was the one look at him. She was brushing Misty
after the show and he’d walked into the barn. Something had made her turn at
that exact moment and their eyes met. For a breathless second she thought he
intended to speak to her. Then a group of friends swept into the barn, crowding
her. He backed away and when she could look again he was gone. But the
incredible impact of that one quick visual contact had never left her, the
image of him etched in her mind.
The most idiotic part of it was this man, who had spent less
than a minute in her life, had become the object of some very erotic dreams. No
matter how much she tried to wipe away the memory, the nights when she was
really tired as soon as she closed her eyes there he was, in his naked glory,
the Master of her imagination. Sometimes when she awoke she was sure she could
still feel the chafing in her wrists from handcuffs, the pressure of knots from
the rope he’d tied her with or a soreness on the cheeks of her ass from his
punishment. How crazy was that? Smiling to herself now she wondered if she
could run an ad in the paper. Wanted: man in plaid shirt and blue jeans who
almost got to talk to me.
Dumb, Trish.
Really dumb.
Getting to this point in her rodeo career hadn’t been easy.
Ever since her first contest in high school she had worked hard and sacrificed
a lot. But she’d had a single-minded purpose and the support of her family. Now
she nearly had it all. She was favored to win the title at the Nationals for
the third time in a row, validating all she’d accomplished, and her family
would be there to cheer her on. So why was it she suddenly felt unsettled. Out
of sync. As if there was a hole in her life she’d just stepped into.
Maybe it was the fact that the Doms she spent time with at
the private clubs at each stop lately weren’t answering her needs. Up to this
point that was all she’d wanted or needed. For the first time since she’d
discovered her submissive nature and her needs, everything was suddenly a
little off the mark. Or it might be the two weeks she’d just spent hanging out
at her friend CeCe’s ranch, taking a break from the circuit. Sitting on the
wide porch, drinking iced tea and looking back on things, she’d begun to wonder
if there was more to life than training and competing and taking her pleasure
in small doses when she could.
She’d never worried about it before, never given a thought
to having a man in her life for anything more than the here and now. But the
reaching of her thirty-fifth birthday had made her stop and think. Take a good
long look at who and what and where she was. Was a man what she was missing?
She hoped not because fixing that wouldn’t be as easy as it sounded. For one
thing, she’d seen too many women on the circuit meet a man, fall for him and
then suddenly they were out of competition, giving up an exciting career. Why
would they give up what they’d worked so hard for just because some man came
along? Didn’t they have regrets? Even for a moment?
She wanted one that wouldn’t try to put a halter on her
except when—
