CHARACTER
INTERVIEW WITH JESSE COLTER
1.
Tell us a little about yourself. How did you come to your author’s
attention? Occupation?
My name is Jesse Colter.
I’m 32, a former SEAL, now Chief of Police of Marshall’s Creek,
Virginia, the small, sleepy town I grew up in.
My childhood basically sucked—my father was a drunk and a bully who used
me for his punchin’ bag—until I was fourteen and bigger than he was, so he
pretty much steered clear of me after that.
I never knew my Native American mother.
She disappeared before I was outta diapers. My father always claimed she ran away with
another man, but I’ve always suspected he killed her one night in a drunken
rage and disposed of her body. I came to
my author’s attention the day I rescued her heroine, Sarah Marshall, from
fallin’ out of a tree. Actually, that’s
not quite true. I came to her attention
long before that. She just had to think
about me for a while and get to know me before she decided to let it be me who
rescued Sarah. She wanted us to have a
happy ending, even though she kept us apart for eight years before givin’ it to
us. (Lol)
2.
What or who is the greatest love of your life? Why? What drew you to
them?
Sarah Marshall is the only woman I have ever loved, the
only woman I ever will love. I met her the summer she was 13. I was workin’ as an assistant gardener at
Marshall’s Hill, the ante-bellum estate where she grew up. I heard this blood-curdlin’ shriek and when I
ran to find out where it was comin’ from, there she was, danglin’ upside down
from a broken tree limb 30 feet above the ground. Scared the livin’ sh-daylights outta me! I was nineteen and full of my own teen-age
crap, but Sarah, oh, my God…[shakes his head]…she just fascinated me. She was this amazin’ combination of child and
adult. She grew up rich, but her
childhood sucked as much as mine did, except she wasn’t beaten. Just ignored.
Her father was a judge, a self-important, self-righteous little prick
who had no time for his only child, so she was pretty much raised by tutors and
nannies. She was the first person who
treated me like I really mattered, you know?
The first person who ever really listened to me. She actually valued my opinion! She bullied me into readin’ all her favorite
books just so she could have someone to discuss them with. She turned me into an avid reader, for which
I’ll always be grateful.
When I hired on the next summer, she had entered puberty
and had filled out. Boy, had she filled
out! God, she was so gorgeous and I knew
I was in trouble. When I was at work, I
couldn’t stop lookin’ at her and when I was anywhere else, I couldn’t stop
thinkin’ about her. But I was bad
news. Six years older than her, a biker,
and a Dom. And even though I suspected
she was a natural submissive, she was still just a kid, and I knew if I claimed
her, I would ruin her life. After all,
she was rich, the daughter of a judge, the descendant of English aristocrats,
while I was the bastard son of a Native American prostitute and the town
drunk. At that point, my life was a
steamin’ pile of crap. What kind of a
future could I possibly give her?
I didn’t show up the next summer, but still saw her every
night in my dreams. I tried to stay away
from her, but kept seein’ her around town, even rescued her from gettin’ into a
truck and goin’ off with three guys who were even worse than me. Boy, were they pissed! Then, three years later, my cousin overheard
a couple of those guys laughin’ and gigglin’ about raidin’ Sarah’s eighteenth
birthday party and havin’ some “fun.”
The minute he told me I hopped on my bike and rode out to her place to
try and stop ’em. I managed to keep the
one guy from rapin’ Sarah, but I had wanted her so badly for so long that when
she threw herself at me and begged me to make love to her…I very nearly
did. I left town that night. Just sneaked out without sayin’ good-bye to
the only person who’d ever really mattered to me. I hitched a ride to Norfolk where I found
myself the next mornin’ standin’ in a seedy, rundown strip mall, starin’ at the
Navy recruitment office. I enlisted that
day. I’ll never regret joinin’ the Navy,
but I will regret to my dyin’ day the decision to leave Sarah the way I did,
with no word of explanation, no good-bye, no word at all for eight long
years. It was a crappy thing to do
because it wound up nearly destroyin’ both of us. Believe me, I will spend the rest of my life
makin’ it up to her. Because now that I
have her, I can’t imagine ever livin’ without her.
3.
What’s your greatest fear?
My greatest fear is losin’ Sarah. I already lost her once, that night I left
town. It took me eight year to admit how
much I needed her, and how wrong I’d been to leave her. I nearly lost her again when I introduced her
to my best friend, Adam Sinclair, and we told her we wanted to share her in a
D/s menage relationship. Adam was
already in love with her just from hearin’ me talk about her while we were
servin’ with the SEALs over in Afghanistan.
But I needn’t have worried. As
soon as they met each other, the attraction was instantaneous. It was like…completin’ the circle. Then I almost lost her when her ex-fiance
tried to kidnap her in order to get hold of her money. Fortunately we got to her in time. But the absolute worst was a few months ago,
when that SOB who’d nearly raped her got out of prison. He kidnapped her and sold her to Viktor
Sokolov, an international slave trafficker.
They nearly got away with it, too.
Adam and I were terrified we wouldn’t get to her in time to stop Sokolov
from flyin’ her out of the country and beyond our reach. In our latest adventure, Keeping Sarah, we are surrounded by danger.
4.
What’s your motto in life?
No secrets. There
must be open, honest communication at all times about everything. It’s the only way a D/s relationship,
especially a menage, can survive and flourish.
5.
How do the other characters in your book view you?
My best friend and brother-in-arms, Adam, knows me as a
dom, a fellow SEAL, and a man of principle and integrity. We love and admire each other as friends,
brothers, and finally, in Keeping Sarah,
as lovers. It’s a development I’m not
sure I’m ready for, even though I know the feelin’s between us have been
developin’ for a long time. But Adam can
be very persuasive, and knows exactly which buttons to push, although he and
Sarah practically have to stage an intervention to get me over the final
hurdle. Sarah, the love of my life, sees
me as macho, bossy, domineering, chauvinistic, over-bearing, and annoying. Oops, I forgot sexy (lol). She also sees me as one of the two men who
love her to the bottom of our souls and who would give our lives to protect her
from harm. The bad guys view me as their
worst nightmare.
6. What is it about you that is going to draw us
readers in?
I’m sexy as hell (lol).
No, really. I am. I love fiercely and forever, and will fight
to the death to protect those I cherish.
I don’t suffer fools lightly and I abhor bullies and abusers of women—any
women. Women are to be loved, revered,
protected and treasured. With a few
spankings, a little harmless torture and lots of orgasms thrown in just to
spice things up a bit. I am, after all,
a Dom. [Grins]
7.
What was your happiest moment?
The first time I had Sarah tied to my bed and she looked up
at me, beggin’ me to let her come…I knew I had found my joy. I knew I would spend the rest of my life
wantin’ to make her scream with pleasure.
8.
What trait in others do you find most deplorable?
Dishonesty and lack of respect.
9. What is your favorite time of day?
First thing in the mornin’, when Adam and I
wake up with Sarah between us all soft and warm and smellin’ delicious. We wake her by makin’ slow, sweet love to
her, startin’ her day with the gift of pleasure, lettin’ her know just how much
we adore her.
Thank you, Jesse
Colter, for stopping by and talking to us.
We are looking forward to reading more about you, Adam, and Sarah in
Julie Shelton’s Loving Sarah, Owning Sarah and now in the erotic
thrill ride that is Keeping Sarah.
AUTHOR
INTERVIEW WITH JULIE SHELTON!
Can
you tell us a little about your new book that’s coming out on August 7th?
Keeping
Sarah is my third contemporary BDSM ménage romance
for Siren Publishers. It is the third
and final installment in the series which began with Loving Sarah, published in 2012,
and its sequel, Owning Sarah, published
last September. By the time I finished
writing Loving Sarah, it was clear to
me that I had enough material for more than one book, hence the sequel, Owning Sarah. Both are MFM ménages. But even though Owning Sarah ended with Sarah, Jesse and Adam’s wedding and their
happy ending, I couldn’t stop thinking about the three characters. I couldn’t help but feel that Jesse and Adam
needed to explore the feelings they were developing for each other as well as
for their beloved wife, Sarah. So, Keeping Sarah was born. But this is Jesse Colter and Adam Sinclair
and nothing comes easy for them. So, in
addition to telling Jesse and Adam’s evolving love story, Keeping Sarah is also a harrowing thrill ride of deadly car chases,
Albanian blood feuds, a sex slave auction, murder, betrayal, and gut-wrenching
intrigue.
Please
tell us how the idea came to you for Jesse Colter, your main hero. Be sure to include all the fun details.
It started with his name. Jesse Colter.
It was the perfect name for a Dominant, alpha hero. I spent months thinking about him and coming
up with a compelling back-story for him.
Abandoned by his Native American mother,
neglected and abused by his alcoholic bully of a father, Jesse is embittered,
angry and going nowhere fast. At age
nineteen, he takes a summer job as part-time gardener at the Marshall estate
and meets thirteen-year-old Sarah Marshall.
To a hardened biker and sexual Dominant, Sarah Marshall is like some
fey, magical creature from another world, and he is enchanted by her. For the first time in his life, Jesse has
someone who thinks he’s wonderful.
Someone who listens to him and values his opinion. Someone who makes him laugh and who cares for
him. Sarah Marshall quickly becomes
someone precious to him. Someone to
treasure and protect. Someone to love. At first he loves her as an adult loves a
child.
But as Sarah grows into a beautiful,
voluptuous young woman who makes no effort to hide her growing love for him, Jesse
is terrified that his carnal feelings for her and his Dominant nature will end
up destroying the one thing he treasures most—Sarah Marshall. So he leaves their small town of Marshall’s
Creek and joins the Navy, becoming a SEAL.
Eight years of grueling training and dangerous missions give him a sense
of identity and self-worth. He realizes
that he is a man of honor and integrity and is finally able to admit to himself
that he needs Sarah in order to make him complete. Determined to do whatever it takes to win her
trust and her love, he returns to Marshall’s Creek. That’s where their love story begins in Loving Sarah. It continues in Owning Sarah, and finishes with a bang in Keeping Sarah.
What
influenced you to send your first book to a publisher? How long did it take?
I spent four years writing, editing,
polishing, re-writing Loving Sarah. It was a never-ending cycle. Then I lost it. Completely wiped it out of my computer. I was devastated. The thought of having to recreate an entire
400-page novel from scratch was so daunting, I fell into a deep
depression. Then around four months
after I lost it, I had to print something and that’s when I discovered that the
entire novel, minus the last 15 pages, was still in the print queue. I was elated!
And I knew that I had to send it off to a publisher immediately, before
my ignorance of computers caused something else to happen to it. Siren was the first publisher I submitted it
to, mainly because they published a lot of my favorite authors. Around three weeks after I sent it to them,
they emailed me and asked me to make a few changes. I figured this was a pretty good sign,
thinking if they weren’t interested in it at all, they wouldn’t have bothered
to ask for the changes. They offered to
publish it less than two weeks after I submitted the revised manuscript.
Could
you tell us a couple of favorite authors who inspired you to write?
Sure.
LoraLeighMayaBanksCheriseSinclairSophieOakLisaMarieRiceLaurenDaneJoeyWHillLeahBrookeEdenBradleyKristenAshleyLexiBlakeShaylaBlackFionaArcherLyndaAicher—and
that’s just her first name! My earliest
influences, years and years ago, back in the dark ages, were Mary Stewart’s
romantic suspense novels and Phyllis Whitney’s gothic novels.
Is
music a factor for you while you are writing? Do certain songs put you in the
right frame of mind to write certain stories?
When I put music on, it’s to listen to it, so I usually find it
distracting when I’m writing because I want to sing or hum along with it. It’s hard to write when you’re bopping around
in your chair, singing at the top of your lungs, lol
If
you could collaborate with one author who would it be?
Good grief,
there’s no way I could pick just one! Go
to the list above, close your eyes and point.
I’ll go with her.
What is the strangest source of writing inspiration
you’ve ever had?
Years ago I was
watching the movie, Becket (with
Richard Burton and Peter o’Toole). In
one scene there was a minor female character dressed in a blue gown. I was finishing my BA in French at the time
and doing extensive research on life in a thirteenth-century French castle.
Well, the minute I
saw that gown, an entire romance novel sprang into my mind. I couldn’t write it down fast enough. And since I was taking all my research notes
on 3 x 5 index cards, that’s what I wrote the novel on. I wound up with two shoeboxes full of index
cards, one with all my research notes, the second with my novel. Last year I transcribed the entire book onto
my computer and that became Dark Warrior,
my third book for Siren, published in January of this year.
What
are you working on now?
Oh, I am so glad you asked that! I am nearly half-way through with Passion’s Dream, the first book in my
new Passion Lake series. It’s a series
of books about a bunch of Jesse and Adam’s former SEAL buddies, all characters
in the three Sarah books, who buy a bankrupt town around thirty miles down the
road from Marshall’s Creek and turn it into a profitable tourist attraction. Passion’s
Dream is about Clay “Raven” Nighthorse, who is hired to protect Leah
Stanhope, a woman with whom he had a brief encounter three years ago on a
California beach. When their location is
compromised, he brings her to his ranch in Passion Lake, where he has plenty of
friends who are willing to help keep her safe while he devotes himself to
proving that he wants and needs her in his life. Permanently.
Look for Passion’s Dream, Passion’s Fury, and Passion’s Hope, the first three exciting books in the Passion Lake
series, at the beginning of 2015.
Below
is a brief excerpt from Passion’s Dream.
Unperturbed by her anger, he
reached out and placed his fingertips against her cheek.
She jerked her head away, but
otherwise couldn’t move. It was as if
she’d been turned to stone. “Don’t touch
me!” She’d meant it to be an icy
command, but instead it came out a choked, frightened whisper.
Ignoring her, he sent his fingers
on a journey along the line of her jaw, down the slender column of her
neck. He paused at the base of her neck,
holding the tip of his index finger over the pulse hammering there, betraying
her agitation. The journey continued
down over her collar bones, across the creamy, sloping mound of her breast to
the edge of her bikini top. When she
made no move to stop him, he hooked his forefinger into the stretchy
material. When she still didn’t move, he
allowed his fingernail to scrape against her tender flesh as he traced the
outline of the fabric down to its lowest point—the point where it stretched
across the shadowed valley between her breasts.
“Don’t—”It was a choked
whisper. She closed her eyes, but she
made no attempt to remove his hand. She
was trembling, every clamoring nerve aware of his nearness, the potent sexuality
of his hard, male body so close to hers.
‘I-I’m engaged to be married.”
“Ah, yes.” His lips twisted. “The ever-devoted fiance. Tell me, Leah,” he tugged her toward him, the
weight of his hand pulling the stretchy, jersey top downward and outward,
threatening to release the rounded fullness of her breasts. “Tell me about him. What’s it like making love to an old man?”
She should have pushed him
away. She should have stepped
back—anything to put distance between them.
Instead, she stared up at him helplessly, trapped as much by the
confusion leaping within her as she was by the sensual spell he seemed to be
weaving around her like a web.
Resting his left elbow on the
underwater shelf, he lifted his other hand to shape the back of her head, his
long fingers threading through the damp silk of her hair. “Does his touch arouse you?” Slowly, sensuously, he pulled her toward him,
closing the distance between them, until his firm, mobile mouth was less than
an inch from her own, his breath warm against her lips. “Set you on fire?” The hard contours of his body brushed
tantalizingly against the softly rounded curves of her own as the cool water
undulated against them. “Does he kiss
you like this?” Clay persisted, dropping a warm, feather-light kiss near one corner
of her trembling mouth, “like a father?
Or perhaps like an uncle or older brother, like this,” he pressed his
lips first to her cheek, then, tilting her head down, her forehead. “Or does he kiss you like a lover? Like this”—and his mouth closed over hers in
a dark, golden storm, his lips expertly parting hers to admit the probing
sweetness of his tongue.
Leah stiffened and tried to pull
away, but it was too late. The flame
ignited by his touch was all-consuming.
Without volition, her arms went around his neck, her legs circled his
waist, ankles locking behind him. The
sheer size of the erection pressing against her sex made her gasp. Her belly plummeted, sending moisture gushing
out of her pussy onto the thin strip of fabric that was her bikini bottom. She’d never been so aroused in her life. Her traitorous body arched toward his, her
hips grinding her sex against his cock.
She moaned into his mouth as his arms went tightly around her back,
crushing her soft breasts to his hard chest.
Locked together, they sank beneath the surface of the water. Instead of panicking and struggling to break
free, Leah wound her arms tightly around his neck and held on, trusting in his
care of her.
Without breaking the kiss, Clay
pushed off the deep end of the pool with a powerful thrust of his muscular
legs, gliding swiftly through the water to the center of the pool, where he
could stand up. They broke the surface
still locked together, their mouths tearing apart only long enough to drag air
into their oxygen-starved lungs before crushing back together, tongues dueling
passionately.
Leah loosened
her hold on his neck, running her hands wonderingly over his shoulders and
back, savoring the power of the muscles flexing beneath his satin-smooth skin,
delighting in the heat of his body beneath the cool slickness of the pool
water. In spite of the pervading smell
of chlorine, she could still smell his clean, masculine scent. Losing all reason, she broke off the kiss to
bury her face in the side of his neck, where it curved into his shoulder,
inhaling that scent deep into her lungs.
Daringly, she put out her tongue and took a tiny lick of his warm, moist
skin. God, he tasted so good! He felt so good! She couldn’t stifle the groan that ripped
from her throat. Her hands curved around
to the back of his head, her fingers gripping the thick, wet mass of his hair,
holding his head still. She drew a
shuddering breath, trying desperately to get herself under control. This is
a mistake! This is a colossal mistake!
AUTHOR
BIOGRAPHY
Julie has always
loved stories, both reading and writing them, ever since she was old enough to
hold a book in her hands. One of her
favorite childhood activities was smuggling books under the covers to read by
flashlight after she was supposed to be asleep.
A career as a
children’s librarian eventually led to her dream career as a freelance
storyteller and puppeteer, a business she operated successfully for twenty-five
years. During that time she created and
wrote all the original material for Kidstuff,
a monthly language arts newsletter full of poems, songs, puppet and
flannel-board stories, finger plays, and other resource material for early
childhood educators. For that endeavor
she won the prestigious EDPRESS Award for the best educational newsletter of
1982. Her 288-page book, Puppets, Poems and Songs was a major
resource. She has also written other
resource materials for librarians and preschool and early elementary teachers.
Julie lives in a
suburb of Atlanta, Georgia. Now widowed
and retired, she once again has time to devote to her two favorite
things—reading and writing—especially her new love, erotic romances with strong
heroines, hunky alpha-male heroes, and lots of smokin’ hot sex.
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LOVING SARAH!
Eight years ago Jesse Colter fled
his small town, leaving behind eighteen-year-old Sarah Marshall, broken-hearted
and devastated. Now a retired Navy SEAL,
he’s back and he wants only one thing—Sarah Marshall—preferably bound, naked,
and on her knees before him.
She has never forgotten Jesse. He’s been the object of all her sexual
fantasies since she was fifteen, as well as the star of nightly dreams that
have become increasingly erotic over the years.
So when he suddenly reappears in her life, she is torn. Can she trust him not to hurt her, or will he
once again break her heart? Warily, she
agrees to let him introduce her to his world—the world of bondage, Domination,
and erotic slavery. When he also
introduces her to his best friend, Adam Sinclair, Sarah faces a daunting future
of sexual submission to two powerful alpha males.
But Sarah faces an even bigger
challenge. Someone is stalking her. Is it the old enemy who’s just been released
from prison? Or is it someone else from
her past who is determined to destroy any chance she has at happiness? Can Adam’s and Jesse’s love protect her? Or will her world explode in a cataclysm of
betrayal and violence that will destroy them all?
LOVING
SARAH -- ADULT EXCERPT
“Greedy little sub,” Adam chuckled. He manipulated her slick, swollen pussy lips,
sliding them back and forth until one of the frozen red grapes popped from its
dewy prison. It sat, glistening lewdly,
nestled between her sopping wet lips like some obscene sex organ. “Do not come,” he instructed quietly, working
his tongue beneath the grape and sliding it all the way up her slit. He flicked it rapidly across her frazzled
clit before pulling the small fruit into his mouth and chewing noisily.
She was gasping like a beached fish, desperately
trying to hold off her climax.
“Do not come,” he repeated, squeezing another grape
free and looking at it for a long moment before taking it into his mouth. “God, you taste delicious,” he murmured,
sliding his tongue back and forth along the length of her slit, just barely
touching that nerve-ridden nubbin of flesh that was the center of both her pleasure
and her torment. “Like sunshine and
flowers and sweet, sweet cream.”
She lay there, shuddering and twitching as he tunneled
his tongue into the depths of her
cunt, releasing two more grapes and sending her body
spiraling up, up, up toward the orgasm that hovered so tantalizingly out of
reach. The orgasm she so desperately
craved, yet knew she must not have. The
one she fought with every trembling muscle in her body.
Adam pushed her right up to the edge. Then stopped.
He straightened, watching her entire body shudder
helplessly as yet another orgasm retreated.
He reveled in the power her submission gave him. Power to control, to direct, to manipulate. Power to render her helpless against her
body’s own dark needs even as he drove her to the ultimate in sexual
pleasure. “You do not have permission to
come,” he reminded her as, one by one, he pulled more round red globes into his
mouth. He released her pussy lips and
stood up to allow Jesse to take his place.
A sob heaved from her lungs as she frantically fought
her body’s brutal need to climax.
Jesse spread her labia apart with his thumbs,
revealing her entire slit from her clenching ass hole at the bottom to the
portal of her vagina and her clit at the very top. Her flesh was pink and swollen and dripping
with the cream of her arousal. By now
the remaining grapes were held firmly in place within her vaginal walls. Jesse rubbed his nose along her cleft,
lapping his tongue at her dripping entrance, making her shudder and squirm. Placing his palm over her mound, he pressed
down. “Push,” he said and a grape popped
out onto his tongue.
He bit into the crisp flesh and was rewarded with a
burst of tart sweetness that blended with Sarah’s own unique flavor, making it
the most delicious treat he’d ever eaten.
He ate all the remaining grapes, taking his time to dig each one out,
finger-fucking her, building her arousal to a fever pitch. By the time he finished the last one, she was
moaning and writhing and burning with the need to come. “Please, Jesse,” she begged, her voice hoarse
with passion. “Please….”
“Please what?” he asked perversely, grinning as he
slowly circled his finger around her
clit, manipulating the surrounding flesh without actually touching the pearl
itself, keeping her teetering on the edge, frantic and desperate.
It was pure torture and she gritted her teeth and
stiffened her muscles in a losing effort to
keep her climax at bay. She knew she wouldn’t be able to hold out
much longer. “Please let me come,” she
begged.
“I don’t know.”
Jesse tilted his head, appearing to consider. As he did so, he began tapping his thumb
repeatedly against her clit, increasing her suffering a hundred-fold.
Oh. My. God! The breath shuddered from her lungs. Her muscles clenched so tight she feared
she‘d never get them to relax again. She
squirmed as her need to climax threatened to swallow her alive.
“Whaddya think, Adam?
Has she earned the right to come?”
Sarah’s beseeching gaze flew to her other tormenter,
who gave her a sly smile as he reached for her clamped breasts. “Yeah.
She’s been a pretty good girl.”
“Then come for us, Sarah,” Jesse toggled her clit, Adam released the
clips on her nipples, and she let out a shriek as her orgasm hit her with the
force of an avalanche, blasting through her, leveling everything in its
path. Her back arched into a rigid bow
as pleasure clenched her muscles so tight, she thought she heard bones
snapping. And while she was still
screaming and jerking about wildly, Jesse stood and unzipped his jeans, freeing
his iron-hard cock. Grabbing her hips,
he thrust into her, stroking savagely in and out until she came again, her
muscles clamping around him so tightly his eyes crossed.
And again she came, with tremors so violent they
rivaled a magnitude 10 earthquake,
even as Jesse spilled his seed deep inside her. He pulled out and Adam took his place until
he, too, climaxed, emptying himself inside her still-convulsing cunt. He remained deeply buried, rocking his hips
hard against her, letting the long, liquid pulls of her inner muscles milk
every last drop of come from his pumping cock.
There was so much it splatted onto the floor in thick, milky blobs. Finally, with a hoarse cry, he pulled out,
staggering backwards to collapse into the chair behind him, his hand still
stroking his dwindling cock, wet and slick with the combination of all their
juices.
Sarah flopped back on the table, jerking like a
spastic marionette, totally spent, wondering desperately where all the oxygen
had gone.
She was dimly aware of Jesse scooping her up off the
table and flopping into the nearest chair with her straddling his lap, holding
her close, crooning softly in her ear.
His voice came at her from a great distance, gradually fading until
there was nothing but silence. She had
passed out.
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Owning Sarah!
It’s been a month since Sarah
Marshall was kidnapped and held at knife-point by her ex-fiance. But Jesse Colter and Adam Sinclair, her two
loving Doms, know that there is an even deadlier threat still out there—Ryder
Malone.
He blames both Sarah and Jesse for
sending him to prison eight years ago for attempted rape, and he’s determined
to make them pay. So, he begins a
systematic campaign of terror and intimidation against them. But the danger he poses doesn’t end there.
Set against the deepening love and commitment between Sarah, Jesse,
and Adam, Owning Sarah is more than just a sexy, sensual, BDSM love story. It is a harrowing race against time for
Jesse, Adam, and a team of former SEALs to stop one of the biggest
arms-for-drugs deals in U.S. history.
And to rescue Sarah before Malone sells her to a human trafficker and
she’s lost to her men forever.
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