NAILED by Desiree Holt

NAILED by Desiree Holt

Erector Set Series Book Three

Tyler McMann is a Dom looking for a sub in the bedroom who can match him fire for fire everywhere else. At the private fetish club Finesse, he spots a fiery redhead with a defiant stride and curves that don’t quit. Flame looks like the ultimate Domme, so Tyler’s shocked to discover she is a switch. Their session together is unexpectedly explosive for both of them.

Tyler comes back night after night to play with Flame. Soon it becomes more than just club play but she’s afraid of fallout in her professional life. In her severe business clothes and uptight persona, no one knows about her secret weekend life and she wants to keep it that way. She also can’t risk another destructive relationship with a controlling man like the one who almost destroyed her before. If Tyler finds out who she really is, would he still offer his love and protection and a future together?

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Copyright © DESIREE HOLT, 2012

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“Busy tonight,” Tyler McMann observed, leaning against the bar in the lounge section of Finesse. “Is it always like this on the weekends?”

Daks, the bartender, nodded. “Man, you think this is busy? This is nothing. A light turnout.”

“Then I’m glad I usually come in during the week.”

Daks cocked a brow at him. “Yeah, that’s right. So what are you doing here on the weekend?”

Tyler shrugged. “I had a very tough couple of weeks out of state and then worked late every night this week catching up on local stuff. Doesn’t leave much room for playtime.” He noticed people taking their coffee or soft drinks and leaving sizable money on the bar. “Better tips than during the week, I see.”

“You know it, even with low alcohol sales.”

Finesse had an unbreakable rule that its members not drink anything alcoholic if they even thought they were going to play. The club prided itself on providing a safe environment for members and guests. People breaking that rule suddenly found themselves on the outside looking in.

“I’ll be sure to take up a collection for you.”

Everyone was aware that Daks, like all employees at Finesse, was very well paid. They were handpicked by the owner and were known for being attentive and discreet. The atmosphere they created was what drew the elite clientele.

Tyler took a swallow of coffee from the engraved mug Finesse used for its coffee service and looked around at the crowd. He’d been a member of Finesse for a long time now, ever since an old college friend had introduced him to the BDSM lifestyle. Neither of his brothers were aware of this, which was one reason why he seldom brought the women he dated to any gatherings.

But he was getting older and changing partners was beginning to wear on him. He wanted someone who not only blended with him in the bedroom but in the other parts of his life. His family didn’t need to know the kind of sex he loved but he certainly needed a woman with a brain and a sense of humor who would be a match for his two sisters-in-law. Both Josh’s wife Vanessa and Alex’s wife Livy were corporate vice presidents. Tough models to live up to but he was sure there had to be at least one woman out there who was aggressive on the outside and submissive on the inside.

The problem was, he hadn’t connected emotionally with any of the women he spent time with. He was beginning to wonder if he ever would.

Finishing the coffee, he tapped his mug on the bar signaling Daks he needed a refill, again scanning the room. People were everywhere, in every available inch of space—on the furniture, even on the floor. Maybe they just put new meaning into the expression “thank god it’s Friday”. He knew after the stressful weeks working the Concordia multiuse development in Wyoming, he needed a break. McMann Development was doing it all, soup to nuts, and the project was a massive one. Tyler had been flying back and forth to supervise, sometimes spending weeks there. This week he happened to be in town and he’d headed immediately for Finesse.

He let his gaze roam over the crowd, the jumble of conversations and sounds buzzing in his ears. All around him people were grouped in pairs and trios, in various stages of undress and activity. He knew that soon most of them would be moving to one of the private rooms. Maybe tonight would be his lucky night.

Something flashed at the corner of his eyes, a bright color and he turned to get a better look. Coming down the hallway where the private rooms were located was a woman who quite literally took his breath away. He figured she was probably five foot six but the four-inch heels on her thigh-high black boots would bring her closer to Tyler’s six feet. She wore only a black bustier, laced in the front, her plump breasts resting on a built-in shelf. Her hair was an astounding shade of deep red and cascaded down her back in rich waves. Curls of the same color peeped out from the edge of the bustier, calling attention to her exposed pussy.

Completing the image was a glittery black mask that covered the upper portion of her face. She looked and walked like the ultimate Domme. He was shocked to see the thin red collar around her neck. Finesse provided collars and cuffs for subs to wear showing they were available. This woman certainly didn’t look like any sub he’d ever been with.

Every bit of saliva in Tyler’s mouth dried up as he stared at her. Where the hell had she been that he’d never noticed her before? At once he visualized her naked, spread-eagled before him as he rammed his cock into her.

Easy, boy.

“Hot, isn’t she?” Daks’s voce held a hint of amusement.

“No shit. Who is she, anyway?”

“That’s Flame. She even makes me drool. And I’ve seen ‘em in all kinds and all sizes.”

“Is she really a sub? She sure walks like a Domme. And dresses like one.”

Daks inclined his head in the woman’s direction. “She’s a switch. Top or bottom. Player’s choice.”

“You’re kidding, right?”

Daks shook his head. “Dead serious."

“Hmm.” Tyler continued to watch the woman through narrowed eyes. “Might be interesting to hook up with her.

Daks refilled Tyler’s mug yet again. “She has what you’d call a special situation. You want her, you see Marco.”

Tyler curled his hands around the mug. He wanted to yank the bartender across the polished wood and smack the information out of him. And why did he have to talk to the dungeon master first?

“Yeah? Special situation? Explain that.”

“Okay, okay. Don’t get your shorts in a bunch.” He polished the bar with a soft towel as he spoke. “She’s always fully booked for every night she comes in.”

“Booked? Then why is she wearing a collar that signals her availability?”

“Because she’s so much in demand the owner lets her call her own shots. Even assigned a room just to her on her regular nights.”

Now Tyler really was intrigued. Certain Doms paid for the privilege of always having the same room, but never a sub. Even if she was a switch. She had to be incredibly talented at both ends of the spectrum for that kind of privilege.

“Another thing,” Daks continued. “Her sessions never last more than one hour and she never plays more than twice. She also has the option of cancelling her second scene if the first one wears her out too much.”

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ERECTED by Desiree Holt

ERECTED by Desiree Holt

Book 1 in the Erector Set series.

Who can resist a pint-sized female with luscious curves stranded in a parking lot? Not Josh McMann. It's his pleasure to save Ness Bowen, especially given the instant sensual chemistry that explodes between them. When she wrecks her car on the way to meet him for dinner, he saves her once again. And dinner at home takes on a whole new meaning as the sexual pull becomes too strong for either to ignore. The more they see each other, the more intense and erotic the sex becomes.

But Ness sees Josh as a player, and she's been dumped by men like him who were always looking for the next conquest. Josh has his own trust issues, having been burned by women interested only in his money and power.

When a breakfast date goes awry and Ness thinks she's been dumped once again, it takes a lot of fancy maneuvering from Josh to make amends.

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“Help.” The voice was female and would have been musical if there hadn’t been such a note of panic in it. “Help me. My car’s been stolen.”

Josh jerked himself out of his reverie and stared at the woman clumping her way along the parking lot. And clumping was definitely the right word, what with the walking cast on one leg from her foot to just below the knee. She would have bumped right into him if he hadn’t caught her by the arms.

“Hey. Hold on.” He tightened his fingers when she tried to pull away. “I don’t think trying to run in that cast is the best idea in the world. Now. You said someone stole your car?”

“Yes.” She jerked loose from him, and looked around wild-eyed. “Where’s that idiot valet kid?”

Josh studied the image in front of him. Even with the clumsy cast she could make his pulse speed up without much urging. She barely came up to his shoulders but the anxiety and anger more than made up for her size. A thin, navy sweater and knee-length skirt hugged curves that in any other situation he’d be itching to run his hands over. Thick hair in a rich brown tumbled around her face, framing hazel eyes and a sensuous mouth. He saw all of this in a matter of seconds before she started screaming again, and immediately his physical reaction disappeared.

“Listen to me.” He reached for her again. In his business he was used to dealing with crazy clients. How different could this be? “Can you just calm down a minute and tell me about your car? I’ll see if I can help you.”

At that moment the valet drove up in Josh’s tricked-out pickup. The woman broke away from Josh and limped over to him, managing surprising speed what with the bulky cast. She grabbed the kid by the lapels on his vest and stuck her face close to his.

“You have to help me. Right now. My car’s been stolen.”

The kid paled and looked to Josh, who had followed the woman.

“Okay.” He managed the peel her fingers from the kid’s vest and grab her wrists. “Can we take a deep breath here and find out exactly what’s wrong?”

“Exactly what’s wrong,” she ground out, “is that someone stole my brand-new car. I parked it over there.” She pointed to a spot somewhere further down the parking lot.

“Can you tell me a little more specifically?” Josh was doing his level best to bring some common sense and calm to the situation. “Maybe you just forgot where you left it?”

She pulled herself away from him again. “Not likely. Who the hell are you, anyway?”

“Josh McMann.” He curved his lips in what his last three girlfriends had told him was a killer smile that could make women melt. He hoped it worked this time because this sexy handful was about to self-destruct. “How about telling me who you are?”

“Vanessa Bowen. Ness. And I’m missing a brand spanking new BMW.” Panic washed over her face. “It doesn’t even have fifty miles on it.”

Josh looked at the valet kid. “Did you park it for her?”

He shook his head, his face pale and panic evident on his face.

He makes minimum wage and tips. He’s not about to claim any knowledge of a high-end vehicle.

Ness waved her hands in the air. “Absolutely not. Do you think I’d trust it to some idiot?”

Way to make friends, Josh thought, and dragged out his best smile. “Hey, hey, hey. Let’s calm down and find out what’s going on.”

“What going on is my car’s been stolen.” She took a deep breath, let it out and burst into tears.

Josh looked at the valet, shrugged and pulled a handkerchief out of his pocket.

She looked at him, her face red and tear-stained, and took the handkerchief.

“Thank you. I don’t know what came over me. I don’t usually shriek like a banshee or burst into tears.” She gave him a watery grin. “At least not in public.”

He waited until he figured she was as composed as she was going to get before he spoke again. “Maybe,” he said in a soothing voice, “if you could show us exactly where you parked we might find some answers. There could be a security camera there. I happen to know this mall has several of them.”

”Okay.” She wiped her eyes once more and started to hand the handkerchief back to him.

“Keep it.” He grinned at her. “You might need it again.”

“Oh god,” she sighed “I hope not. I promise you I’m not such a ditz. It’s just…it’s just…the past week’s been such a bitch.”

“No sweat. I’ve had weeks like that, too.”

She opened her mouth to speak and the words fell out like a cascading waterfall. “I got in this accident with my car and it had to be totaled and it took the insurance company forever to settle the claim and I broke my ankle and the guy I’m seeing—was seeing—took off on our vacation with someone else and…” She clapped a hand over her mouth.

The tears started again. Josh thought, along with a broken ankle, she had a major case of stress. What kind of schmuck would take off with another woman when the one he planned his vacation with ended up with broken bones?

“I didn’t hear a word,” he assured her.

“I apologize. This isn’t me at all. Really.”

He could see her struggling to regain her composure. “So how about showing me where you parked?”

She grabbed his hand. “Down here. Let’s go.”

The valet sagged with relief. “I’ll just put your truck over here at the side, Mr. McMann.”

“Good idea.” He slid another folded bill into the kid’s hand. “Keep an eye on it for me, will you?”

“Sure thing.” He shoved the money in his pocket and turned to the waiting crowd of customers.

Ness Bowen was already tugging Josh down the sidewalk, past the restaurant and the very curious crowd of onlookers waiting for their cars. He didn’t have trouble keeping up with her, what with her cast and all. He was more worried about the death grip she had on his hand and the fact she was cutting off circulation to his fingers. They had passed three storefronts when she finally stopped, raked her hair back from her face and pointed to an empty parking space.

“There.” She pointed. “Right there.”

Josh looked. Yup. The spot was empty. It also had a blue and white sign, impossible to miss, with the legend Restricted: Handicapped Only.

Josh wasn’t sure if he should be mad at the woman’s stupidity or laugh at it.

“Vanessa,” he began.

“Ness,” she insisted.

“Okay, Ness.” What the hell difference did it make? “It appears you parked in a handicapped space. My guess is mall security had your car towed.”

She dragged her fingers through her hair. “But I have a temporary permit.”

“Because of your cast?”

She nodded, breathing out a sigh of exasperation. “Damn. I must have forgotten to display it.”

Josh swallowed a sigh. Why did it always happen to him? His brothers always said he was born with the white knight gene and he attracted women in distress.

“Maybe it’s the only way you can get them,” Tyler had joked one night, then ducked before Josh could deck him.

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