Tygers 1: Sweet Vibrations
ISBN: 978-1-59632-522-7
Genre: BDSM Full-figured Heroine Romantic Suspense
Length: Novel
Lucy Travers needs a Dom, but submission takes trust. After a failed marriage, trust is the one thing Lucy most lacks. When her uncle dies, leaving her everything, she has a chance at a fresh start, but first she has to sell a dream motorcycle to pay off her ex-husband’s debts.
Physical therapist and Dominant Lake Ross wants the motorcycle. That is until he meets its owner. Then he wants Lucy, and it’s going to take more than a few turn-downs to keep him away.
A date at Tygers, a BDSM club, turns hot, and Lake reintroduces Lucy to pleasures of submission. It’s a sweet ride, until secrets come to light, then it just may cost them their lives.
Excerpt
She found the picnic site with little effort. It was back from the road, sitting in a copse of trees. Lake sat on the table, chewing on an apple. She parked and took off her helmet.
“Can I have what you found?”
“Nice to see you, too. Some fruit? I brought apples, pears, and some grapes. I also bought some cheese and some green tea. I would have brought beer but I never drink and drive. I’ve stitched up too many wounds from the dumb asses who do.”
Lucy hitched her rear onto the table and grabbed a pear. She took a bite and licked the juice from her chin.
“What did you find?”
“I’m not sure. I didn’t open it.”
He pulled a letter-sized envelope from his pocket.
Lucy took it and frowned. The number eight, followed by thirty-two in parenthesis, was in the left hand corner. In the middle of the envelope Craig had written three-nine-seven-four. She tore open the seal and a key fell into her hands.
“No markings,” she murmured. “I have no idea what this means.”
“It means something, or else your uncle wouldn’t have hidden it on the bike. Do those numbers mean anything to you?”
“Nothing. I’ve gone through everything that was in the safety deposit box, and in his house. The lawyer didn’t give me anything with this on it.”
“Hmm, it’s a mystery, then. I’ll help you solve it, if you like.”
Lake finished his apple, then threw the core into the trees. He picked up a pear and mimicked Lucy’s early movements. When his tongue touched the juice on his chin she felt her knees weaken. She stared at the area his tongue had caressed, her mouth watering at the idea of tracing her tongue over the exact same spot.
“I feel the same way, but you’re a tough nut to crack.” His voice was low and sensuous.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Lucy put the key in the envelope, folded it, and put it in her back pocket.
“Come on, the attraction between us is obvious. Why won’t you at least let me take you to dinner?”
“Isn’t that what we’re doing now?” Lucy finished her pear and threw it in the same place as Lake had tossed his core.
“Hardly. I’m talking steaks and potatoes, or chicken, fish, Mexican, Italian…you name it, and I’m there.”
“With sex for dessert?”
“I’m not opposed to that idea.”
“Look, I appreciate the offer, but…”
“I know, Margaret told me.”
Lucy jumped from the table. “She told you what?”
“Come on. I was curious, so I asked. She told me about your lousy ex leaving you with all those bills. It doesn’t mean that every man is going to dump on you.”
“Yeah? Well George and I get along just fine, and all I have to do is supply him with batteries.”
She started to walk toward her bike, but stopped when his voice reached her ears.
“Tell me, when you’ve been playing with George the last few nights, have you been thinking about me? Have you imagined me above you, behind you, beside you? What have I been doing, Lucy? Sucking those beautiful breasts? Fucking you? Did I tie you up and do all sorts of nasty things to you? Did you come hard?”
She turned toward him, her chest heaving. “How dare you?”
But she stood, rooted to the spot. Her words held no conviction. They stared at each other for several minutes; then he gathered the fruit and set it on the seat of the table.
“Come here.”
“No.”
“I’m not going to do anything. I just want to prove a point. Come here.”
“What point?”
“A little leeway, please?” He held out his hand.
Lucy shook her head. She should hop onto her hog and head home. But the pull between them was too much. Damn, but she wanted him. She straightened her shoulders and walked toward him.