Tygers 3: Sweet Silence
ISBN: 978-1-59632-581-4
Genre: BDSM Full-figured Heroine
Length: Novel
Sorcha Morales knows a good story when she sees one. Even after a judge puts a gag order on the upcoming trial surrounding mob boss Dustin Jaymes, she goes after the story she hopes will restore her reputation as a journalist.
Dom Diego Fuentes knows Sorcha from the past, and he knows that she’s a hot little sub in the bedroom who attacks life in the real world head on. But when she starts hounding his friends for information he has to stop her. Things are going great, until she turns the tables on him and leaves him chained to a wall.
Now, Diego is out for a little payback. He’s not sure if Sorcha submits to him because she wants to pump him for information or because she’s attracted to him, but he doesn’t care. After a stunning weekend of bondage he thinks the little hellion will lie down and behave herself.
But he doesn’t know Sorcha that well. She keeps digging, and the digging gets her into trouble that brings Diego to the rescue. He decides there’s only one thing to do: team up with her during the day to keep her safe, and keep her tied to his bed at night.
Excerpt
Sorcha approached her apartment door cautiously. It had been a long day and the last thing she needed was to find Diego Fuentes sitting on her doorstep, with handcuffs, or worse yet, a belt in hand.
She’d been very surprised when he hadn’t shown up last night. He was either letting her tension build, which it had, or he was just going to forget the incident, which was doubtful. With any luck, he’d wait until he saw her at Tygers again, which wouldn’t happen for a long while.
She stuffed her mail into the bag of groceries she carried and inserted her key into the lock. She’d thought she’d had a job today. A respectable job at a small magazine. It wasn’t reporting, but checking facts was just fine with her, for now.
The morning interview had gone well. But when she’d come back for the follow up after lunch, she knew the news editor had put her name together with the scandal of two years ago. He’d told her thanks, but no thanks, before she’d even put her butt back in the chair that had felt so comfortable that morning.
Once inside, she turned immediately to the right and the small kitchen. She deposited her bag, kicked off her shoes, and fished the mail out of the bag. Bills and more bills. She threw them on the counter and put up the food. Maybe a hot bath would feel better. If they hadn’t shut off the gas. If so, it would be a cold shower.
She exited the kitchen and crossed the entryway into the living room and let out a surprised scream, her hands flying to her chest as she came to a dead stop. Diego Fuentes sat on the couch, thumbing through a magazine. When she’d recovered enough she took a few steps closer to him.
“Get out!” She pointed toward the front door. “Out, or I’ll call the cops!”
“Go ahead.” He looked up at her and grinned. “Wanna use my cell phone? I got the number programmed in already.”
“What good would that do? They protect their own. Even when he breaks into a woman’s apartment.”
“I didn’t break in. I had a key.” He dangled the silver instrument from his fingers. “You should find a better hiding place for your spare. Under a rock in an apartment complex? First place a burglar would look.”
“And it was the first place you looked, huh?”
“Yup.”
The doorbell rang and she shook her head. “What now?”
“Pizza.” Diego stood and moved toward the door.
“You ordered pizza?” Sorcha stared after him as he walked toward the door. From where she stood, it seemed the man wasn’t made of flesh and blood, but of pure audacity.
“I’ve been waiting a while, and I’m starved. There’s nothing in the fridge.”
She listened as he opened the door and greeted the deliveryman, their voices carrying into the living room of the small apartment.
“That’ll be thirty-two bucks.”
“There you go, my good man. Keep the change.”
“Thanks, man. Have a good one.”
“Same to you.”
She crossed her arms over her chest, her anger rising.
Diego came in and lifted the lid on the box. The heavenly aroma filled the room and Sorcha stared straight ahead. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d had enough extra cash to treat herself to a pizza delivery.
“I got supreme, ’cause I didn’t know what you liked. And I ordered two, ’cause, like I said, I’m starved. Me, I go for everything, but you can pick off what you don’t want. And I got some wings, too. The hot ones. You do like hot stuff, right?”
He’d moved to stand beside her and she lifted her gaze to his. Her stomach rumbled, but she shook her head.
“Take it and leave.” There was no conviction in her words.
“Now, don’t be like that. Be happy I didn’t tackle you and chain you to the table or something. I think I’m being more than generous.”
“I was bad; you can spank me and leave. How’s that?”
He closed the lid on the top box.
“You have any paper plates? I hate doing dishes.” He crossed into the kitchen and she heard the pizza boxes hit the counter with a soft thump.
“Well, since I’m sure you went through everything before I got here, you’d know that I don’t. Plates are to the right of the sink.”
He came back into the living room, the plates piled on top of one of the boxes. He set them on the coffee table, whistling as he opened the wings package and took out the small jars of dipping sauce. He opened the pizza box.
“Come and eat. And you can tell me all about yourself and your fall from grace.”
“Why? You obviously know the story.”
“Not your side. Isn’t that what reporters say, there’s two sides to every story? Tell me yours, and I’ll listen. After that, we’ll talk about your punishment for last night.”
“Listen, I know…”
She closed her mouth when he held up his hand. “This may be your house, but I’m the Master of it, and you, right now. I want the story in order. Whatever happened to you in the past led to last night. I want you to eat, and tell me the tale from the beginning.”
He loaded pizza onto his own plate, surrounded it with wings, and took one of the containers of dressing. He sat down on the couch and looked at her pointedly.
“I’m waiting. I’m patient, but you don’t want to rile me up too much.”