My Thoughts
PJ is starting her life over and winning the lottery takes her to a new place in that life. She most definitely wasn't expecting Luke to be part of that new life. Luke is tired of not having someone special in his life and he is enraptured by her when he sees her in the club. There is such passion between them, but there is a bump in the road they have trouble getting over. I loved that he was willing to fight for her heart and so enjoyed their story.
I give A Little Bit of Red 4 hearts!
About the Book
Polly Jayne Lester’s life was falling apart. Between her
cheating fiancé and her narcissistic boss, she could see no way out. That was
until an unexpected lottery win changed everything. With millions in her bank
account, PJ abandons her old life to start a new one in London. It’s there she
finds her dream home on the banks of the Thames, and also her dream man—in a
bondage club. But it’s the other man, watching from the shadows, who will
ultimately claim her heart.
Luke Monroe is tired of playing a role that has left him
emotionally void and completely alone. For the past fourteen years, all he has
known is sadism and control. But on the night he decides to walk away from
everything, he sees her, in the club—the one woman that could change
everything. The only problem is, she’s on her knees submitting to another man.
Refusing to give up his last chance at finding happiness,
Luke bides his time: waiting, plotting.
Filled with trepidation and excitement, PJ returns to Bond
Street, only to find herself at the mercy of a stranger. Master Luke is a
fantasy, dominant and sexy, charismatic and passionate. Yet the illusion he so
effortlessly created for her is shattered when she discovers he’s a sadist,
known for his cold-hearted brutality. PJ flees.
But when a phone call has her returning to the club, he’s
waiting—her beautiful, blue-eyed nightmare. Luke is relentless as he charms his
way back into her life. But why? PJ is not a masochist. She can see no future
for them. Yet despite their irreconcilable differences, neither of them can
deny the attraction that first brought them together.
The question is, how much should love hurt?
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Excerpt
“Ahhh, please, Master …”
Luke Monroe cracked the flogger, the heavy black strands hitting the woman chained in front of him, square across the shoulder blades. Her whole body bowed, her legs trembling violently, right down to the six-inch heels she wore. It was all Luke could focus on, the wicked little spikes digging into the thick Persian rug, red and pink, such a striking combination and strangely fitting. In the muted light of the dungeon, she too was painted in the soft hues, her back and thighs a riot of stripes yet Luke couldn’t see the beauty in it tonight.
She was gasping, clearly begging for more and she could take it, her need for pain rivaled his own, which was rare, but as the flogger fell from his hand, hitting the floor with a loud thud, he knew their scene was over.
“Please, Master, I’ll be good … do anything, I can take it.”
“Did I say you could speak?” Luke took a step back, his gaze sweeping around the room, taking in every little detail from the candles burning gently in the wall sconces to the heavy chains dangling from the ceiling.
How many nights had he stood in this exact spot with a willing sub, bound and begging for his mercy? He honestly couldn’t count. There were so many nameless, faceless women, so much pleasure and so much pain, but right now he felt nothing but an ungodly sense of dread.
With slow methodical steps he paced round the room, his heart pounding, his head spinning. What the fuck was happening?
Why now after all these years was he questioning the decisions he’d made, the things he’d chosen to sacrifice in order to fulfill his desires? He’d known back then when he’d first recognized his need to dominate, to evoke fear and give pain that he was never going to have a normal relationship, although God knows he’d tried, pushing his partners to their limits, then a little bit further. It was a fucking risky game when you were a sadist.
“Forgive me, Master.”
Lana’s plea floated around Luke like a sickly sweet scent. He swallowed, trying to dislodge the uncomfortable pressure building in his chest. “Enough, we’re done here tonight.”
About the Author
I didn't discover writing like most authors do. There was no
childhood dream, no undeniable urge to put pen to paper. My story started off
with an unexpected life changing event : a sizeable tax refund and a water-taxi
ride caught from the wrong side of the Thames. I've always been an avid reader
and a daydreamer, so when an idea for a novel was born from those three
seemingly unrelated events, I ran with it.
That idea became an obsession and also a passion. My
characters are big and bold, the men are dominant to a fault and the women are
strong and sassy. I'm fascinated by the concept of fate. One decision causing
another and another, all of them having consequences which ultimately draw my
characters together only to tear them apart. There will always be a happy
ending, because there's no denying, I'm a romantic at heart - but a little pain
woven amongst all that pleasure makes for a very explosive plot.
When I'm not writing or meticulously plotting my next novel,
I am a wife and a mother. I have a healthy appetite for physically challenging
sports and I love coffee. If all else fails you'll find me reading a book which
was how my journey began and will no doubt be how it will end.
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