Julie is living her dream, opening a video-game themed cookie bouquet shop with her best friend. But it turns out even dreams come with stress and sleepless nights. Their primary investor, Dante, is as overbearing in real life as he is on his award-winning cooking show. On the other hand, he’s sexy as hell, and his boyfriend, Christopher, is as kind as he is a gorgeous, drool-worthy geek of a guy.
When the tension of trying to keep her business together threatens to tear Julie apart, Christopher’s got a solution for teaching her to share the workload. If she can surrender control in the bedroom, it might help her delegate in the office.
What starts as game where blindfolds and submission are the board pieces becomes more serious. Until Julie discovers that Dante and Christopher have kept a secret from her that shatters her trust, leaving their hearts and jobs one move away from game over.
Excerpt from Control Games
Julie swore every eye was on her, as she walked through the hotel lobby and toward the elevators. Her heart hammered so hard, she was surprised it didn’t pull an Alien and leap from her chest. With each footstep, she told herself to calm down. Herself wasn’t having any of that.
She reached the room, used the keycard, and pushed inside with a tentative, “Hello?” A lamp near the bed was on, but there was no one in the room. She clenched her fist, to stem the surge of uncertainty. She wanted to think this was a joke after all, but none of her believed that was the case.
She moved farther inside, eyes adjusting to the dim lighting. In the middle of the comforter, on top of the mattress, there was a black scarf and a piece of paper with a note scrawled in neat printed letters.
Take your clothes off. All of them. Kneel in the middle of the bed and put the blindfold on.
Her pulse threatened to rip free of her veins. This was a bad idea. She should leave. But mingled with the uncertainty and fear was an intense ache of desire from every sensitive region of her body, amplified by throbbing curiosity.
She did as the letter instructed. Cool air kissed the dampness between her thighs and slid like silk over her nipples. It took the last of her reason to keep her hands from shaking as she took a spot on the bed and tied the blindfold in place.
She dug her fingers into her palms and rested them on her upper legs, straining her ears for any sound out of the ordinary. The climate control hummed a discordant tune with the ringing in her ears. Voices from the hallway drifted closer, cranking up her heartbeat, then floated away again, leaving her with a misplaced rush of adrenaline that had no outlet. Were those footsteps, outside?
The lock whirred, the hinges creaked, and seconds later the door latched shut again. Then nothing.
“Hello?” She had to say something. The alternative was screaming.