Surrender: Bad Boys (MF - Surrender Series Novella Collection. Bad boy bikers and rogue doms.)
Wild & Lawless Writers
Get two Surrender Series novellas in one collection! Surrender: Bad Boys is filled with roguish doms and biker rebels, naughty scenes of bdsm play, deception, and intrigue.
This collection includes:
Surrender To His Command by Leigh Foxlee
Surrender To His Command is Volume 3 of the Surrender series, which continues the story of Surrender Inc., an exclusive sex resort / club franchise where the elite go to play. It is the first stand alone novella in the series, rather than a four part serial.
Rider Sykes is a dominant in need of practice, or so his clients tell him. Christy Tyler is a college girl working two jobs and falling asleep in class. When she meets Rider at her best friend’s bachelorette, she never guesses the tattooed bad boy will offer to hire her as his practice sub, but he shows up at her job the next day to do just that. However, Rider isn’t who he claims to be, and when Christy discovers his secrets and betrayal it may be enough to make her flee from this biker dom’s arms.
Surrender To His Game by Anita Lawless
Surrender To His Game is Volume 4 of the Surrender series, which continues the story of Surrender Inc., an exclusive sex resort / club franchise where the elite go to play.
Ophelia Jamieson receives a strange call one night from her sister, Sasha, who works for Surrender Inc. Someone inside this corporation that caters to bdsm delights has kidnapped Sasha and is trying to take Surrender down. Now Ophelia, a college girl who likes her world controlled, must work with Damien Walters, a man she hates, and take major risks to save her sibling. But when it’s all over, will her life be forever changed, and her heart broken, by this enemy dom?
Surrender: Bad Boys (MF - Surrender Series Novella Collection. Bad boy bikers and rogue doms.)
Wild & Lawless Writers
Excerpt from Surrender To His Game:
My cell phone chirps, ripping me from a dream where I was doing naughty things with a beefcake on a beach. Who the hell is that at 4 am? I think, after I peer at the clock with one eye open. It can’t be Terry, my best friend and lab partner for my biological anthropology course. She said she was going camping this weekend with her boyfriend Jeremy and she wasn’t taking her cell phone. Gran never calls this early, because with her lifestyle (she’s a Madame who owns a saloon style brothel) she’s lucky to be home at this time.
“Hello?” I mumble into the speaker after my second attempt to hit the TALK button is successful.
“Can’t talk long.”
“Who is this?” It takes me a few seconds to recognize the whisper rasp that belongs to my sister. We haven’t talked in over a year.
“Opie, it’s me.” The use of my much hated nickname confirms the speaker is Sasha. “Need you to call Damien. I’ve been kidnapped.”
This jolts me awake and makes me sit up straight in bed. “Kidnapped? Sasha, where are you? If this is a joke, you and Damien are shitheads. And I will get even.”
“No joke. I need your help. I think he’s going to kill--”
Then the line goes dead and the insistent drone of a dial tone taunts me. I hit END and throw the phone down as worry and anger speed up my breathing and my heart.
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