Gage Hollister is a Southern Dom looking for a full time sub/slave. When his family's business brings him to New York City for an indefinite stay, he decides that now is the time to find her. Night after night he prowls the local BDSM club in search of a woman whose need to be dominated equals his thirst for true submission. As the search drags on he begins to wonder if his perfect match even exists. When he is asked to play chaperone for a family friend embarking on her first trip as an adult; he welcomes the chance for distraction from his thus far fruitless endeavor.
Zoe Marshall is the youngest sister to Gage's best friend and she has been in love with Gage for as long as she can remember. She has saved herself for him and him alone. Now, after careful planning and a bit of luck she finally has her opportunity to show Gage that she's all grown up and ready to be his. Although he believes himself too old and jaded for an innocent like her, Zoe will not relent until she belongs to him in every way.
Soon Gage's resistance crumbles and Zoe's dreams become reality but their budding love is tested when her brother discovers them. As those bonds of friendship strain under betrayal and broken trust, Zoe is confronted with having to choose between the man she loves and the brother she worships. Will having the love of her man cost her the love of her family? If so, is her heart strong enough to survive that loss? Is their love?
This book contains graphic language, BDSM elements, M/F/M ménage, a Southern Dom who's a gentleman; and the woman who brings out the scoundrel in him.
Zoe can’t remember a time when she wasn’t in love with Gage Hollister. He has been around her and her family her entire life and is even best friends with her brother, Brice. He has always treated her like his very own baby sister – and she wants more than anything to change that.
He had the most beautiful steel-gray eyes she’d ever seen. The blue in them was so light she couldn’t really call them blue—to her, they were gray. They were so intense when he focused on her—like now, with the little squint at the edges. It made something deep inside her want to do anything—absolutely anything—he asked of her. His shoulder-length blond hair was pulled back like always and, like always, when she wasn’t obsessing about his eyes, she was obsessing about that hair. She knew firsthand it was thick and silky from all the times he’d let her play with it as a child. She longed for the day she could get her hands on it as a woman.”
“He was too much the realist to believe that an innocent like Oops could really love him. He wasn’t looking for love anyway—he was looking for a slave. But he loved her in his own way, enough to guide her and watch over her so that when it ended, God willing, he would be able to guide her through the heartache of a breakup as well.”
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