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INTRODUCINGTHE DOMS OF PASSION LAKE
BRAND NEW EROTIC BDSM SERIES
BY JULIE SHELTON
Virginia is for lovers. Passion Lake is for…kinky lovers. Welcome to Passion Lake, a town owned and operated by a group of ex-Navy SEALs. A town where they are free to live their kinky lifestyles without fear of
interference or censure.
A group of former SEAL teammates get together and buy the derelict, bankrupt town
of Porterfield, Virginia, along with thirteen square miles of surrounding land, and turn
it into the thriving tourist destination of Passion Lake, Virginia. Located in the foothills
of the Blue Ridge Mountains, the town boasts not only the large, deep-water lake from which it derives its name, but also farmland, grazing land, a couple
of creeks, scenic trails, and a World War I era airfield. The amenities offered include
a lodge with cabins, camping, boating, fishing, horseback riding, hiking, a main street
featuring both quirky and elegant little shops, and excellent restaurants. Passion Lake
is around 30 miles down the road from Marshall’s Creek, where Jesse Colter, Adam
Sinclair, and Sarah Marshall, the heroes and heroine of Loving Sarah, Owning Sarah,
and Keeping Sarah live.
Many of the Doms of Passion Lake were minor characters in my three books about
Jesse, Adam, and Sarah. Along with many of my readers, I felt they deserved books
of their own. So, if you’re curious about what happened to Clay “Raven” Nighthorse,
Nik “Iceman” Rostov, Jay “Dizzy” Gillespie, Ted “Solo” Solomon and all the other hot
hunky former SEALs, you’ll find out in this new series, The Doms of Passion Lake.
The first book in the series is Passion’s Dream.
This was a first book by this author for me and I have to say yay for me. I couldn’t be more pleased with the story and the characters.
Can one believe that chemistry between two people can be felt, in just one meeting? I am a firm believer that it is very possible. Since divorcing her cheating husband, Leah has pretty much kept to herself, do what she need to but more or less robotic, I’d say just existing. That one time at the beach with the stranger, she just cant shake the thoughts.
Clay is an ex-seal he and some of his crew up and bought a town and together its thriving. He also does side security jobs, just because. He’s been with women and enjoyed them, but yet the one that ran away is still haunting him.
my favorite line ” She might be the submissive in this relationship. But he was the one owned.”
I can’t think of anything I didn’t like about this book, except that it ended. (smiles).
All the characters are easy to adore, the interaction between them fits into the storyline wonderfully. The love at first sight, the funny quips and teasing, the bit of mystery and danger just makes it a well read book. Not really BDSM heavy, but elements through out the very hot scenes.
Loved it and hope to read the others in this series, I do recommend it and Enjoy
Lifting his hand, he 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 modest bathing suit 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 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. Except she wasn’t standing. She was floating in
the water, anchored by her elbow on the pool deck and his finger hooked in her bikini
top. Unable to get away, 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 released her top and lifted his hand
to shape the back of her head, those long, lean 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. “Does he 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
strip of fabric that was the bottom of her two-piece. 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.