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A Valentine's Bind: Manchester Dominants and submissives.
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When University student Nicky Johnson decides to make an impromptu visit to a #BDSM club with friends she get more than she bargained for. The alcohol fuelled evening finds her asleep on her sofa the next day, suffering from memory loss. But who brought her home? #Dominant Dariel Pearson shows her that #spanking and submission can be empowering. Will this be a life changing experience for Nicky? This New Adult contemporary romance is a steamy, sexy tale of love, dominance and #submission.
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Addictive! 3 April 2017 Loved this book! This was the first book I read from Scarlett Flame and it definitely won't be the last. I didn't want this book to end. I couldn't put this book down. I'm really hoping there's a follow up.
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Five dominant stars for this delicious read! Scarlett Flame writes scenes s hot as her name! A sweet, hot combination of dominance and submission.
Excerpt:
Chapter One
Nicky
I
woke up slowly. Opening first one eye then the other tentatively. My
head banging and my mouth felt like the bottom of a parrot cage. The
need for food immediate and overpowering. The mantra in my head
repeating over and over. I am never drinking red wine
again. I am never drinking red wine again. Then,
I spotted the open packets and containers of food spread across the
coffee table in the living room. No wonder my neck hurt so much.
Falling asleep on the sofa with my head at an unnatural angle will do
that to a person.
With a selection
of leftovers heated up I began munching aimlessly. Trying to remember
how I got home the previous evening. And, the twenty dollar question
was “Who with?” I could hear someone coming through my front door
with a key. But, I lived alone, and no one else had keys to my flat.
Not even my family.
I turned to look
as the handle started to twisted, panicking as the door pushed open
and in stepped a stunning man with dark brown hair. He was wearing,
what looked to me like a Saville Row suit. His steely blue gaze
connecting with my own slightly bloodshot pale blue eyes.
Oh. Finally
awake are we?” he remarked in a clipped accent as he walked in
shutting the door carefully behind him.
I attempted to
swallow the mouthful of curry I was in the middle of chewing and
began to cough violently. It had gone down the wrong hole and I was
turning an unattractive blue hue.
Reacting
quickly he shot over and banged me on the back sharply three times
dislodging the errant bit of curry. Which promptly shot out of my
mouth, landing on the rug. Oh. My God. How embarrassing I
didn't have a clue who he was and this is how he gets his first
glimpse of me. Eating warmed up curry. Looking like I had been
dragged backwards through a hedge. Except, apparently this wasn't our
first meeting at all. He had a key to my flat and seemed to know his
way around.
What
on earth went on last night?
Grabbing some
tissues I cleaned up the mess on the rug and guiltily started to tidy
up the living area. He grabbed my arm firmly, turned me to face him
and commanded.
“Stop
that right now. We need to talk. Sit down there.”
He pointed to
the sofa and I felt an overwhelming compulsion to follow his orders.
“Right.
Tell me what you remember from last night. The truth mind you. I
won't be lied to.”
I opened my
mouth, then closed it again. This happened a few times as I had no
idea what did happen, how he came to have a key or even how I got
home.
“Enough
of that now. You look like a demented goldfish, opening and closing
your mouth like that. So. I assume from your body language and
failure to respond that you haven't a clue who I am. No idea what I
am doing here or even aware of the fact I had to escort you home.”
I nodded and
shrugged. Not trusting myself to talk without making the situation
worse. So. The “who” I came home with was revealed.
“Well
then. Perhaps introductions are in order. For starters I know a
little about you already. Your name is Nicola Johnson, or Nicky to
your friends. You are a student at Salford University studying
sociology, who works in a bar in town part-time. Your parents live in
Spain having retired recently. Are you sure you can't remember
anything about yesterday evening?” He Quizzed. A stern look on his
face.
I stared at him
and tried my absolute best to remember something, anything. He did
look familiar but I couldn't even remember his name, where we had met
or what had led to us coming home together. He wasn't even my type,
which was the big shocker. He looked way to sophisticated for a piss
poor student like me to snaffle.
“Well...I
remember your face. But, other than that it is hazy. I must have
drunk way too much red wine last night to blank out the entire
evening like this.” I replied.
“Oh,
petal I think the shots might have something to do with the memory
loss. That, and the spliff I found you sharing with the guys that
wanted to take you home with them. For a threesome as I remember
rightly.”
Shocked once
again in to silence I began to get brief flashbacks of the previous
evening. Again performing my goldfish impersonation. Whoever this
person in front of me was, he seemed to have my best interests at
heart.
“Erm,
yeah I seem to remember a little bit of that happening. I am so
sorry. That isn't how I usually behave at all. Please don't tell
anyone what happened. I promise that I have learned my lesson and
won't do that again.”
“Oh.
I know you won't. We had a long conversation last night about your
behaviour. Your very bratty behaviour I might add. My name, seeing as
how your memory has failed you, is Dariel but you will call me Sir.
We met in a club by the way. I don't suppose you remember what type
of club we met in. Do you?”
This time I
shook my head. But, then I had an epiphany and began to remember a
little more about the previous evening. I groaned out loud at the
revelation. I had gone with some friends from Uni on a night out and
we had decided to visit a club after a few too many drinks. A BDSM
club to be precise.
“Is
that a look of enlightenment, or one of horror I see on your face
petal?” he smirked.
“I
remember some friends from Uni and I thought it would be a good idea
to visit a BDSM club.” I answered falteringly. “We had all
watched a programme on the telly earlier in the week and it …sort
of… looked interesting.”
“Hmm.
Interesting.” he reflected. “Well you certainly bit off more than
you could chew last night. Didn't you? You came in shouting that you
needed a Dom to take control of you. Instead you acquired the
attention of a group of guys that had wandered in off the street, on
a stag party.”
Mortified at
this latest revelation I dropped my eyes to the floor, counting
myself a very lucky girl indeed, to have escaped a fate worse than
death.
“Good
girl. THAT is why I saw potential in you last night. The fact that
you were so biddable and compliant. Your submissive side was very
evident or I wouldn't have agreed so readily to our arrangement.”
At this I looked
up instantly.
“Arrangement?”
I stammered. “What arrangement? I have no clue what you mean.”
ByRachel from BehindClosedDoorsbookreviewon December 27, 2017Format: Kindle Edition
Amount of sex 4 / 5
How explicit 4 / 5
Story 4.5 / 5
Overall: 4.5 / 5 (Rounded to 5 / 5)
A Valentine’s Bind is the first book in the Manchester Dominants & Submissive series by author Scarlett Flame. This quick read had me completely enthralled and I read it in one sitting! The story was well written, and the characters were engaging.
In this story, Nicky wakes up after a night of drinking with her friends...The scenes were so darn hot that I recommend you have a spare pair of panties nearby!
A definite add to your TBR list!
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