My Thoughts
Peyton thought that she would be getting a story and a promotion when she signed up for the auction. Instead she got a Dom. And what a hot bossy man Pedro is. Pedro es delicioso! Peyton doesn't know much about her
submissive side, but he is ready to teach her. First they have to work through her attitude and establish trust which is a challenge for both of them. Everything changes when she shows up at his house with a birthday cake. There are a few bumps along the way, but they manage to find their way back to each other. I absolutely LOVED their story and can't wait to read the next one in the series.
I give Auctioned to the Spanish Dom 4 hearts!
I give Auctioned to the Spanish Dom 4 hearts!
About the Book
Peyton King had a simple plan. Sign up for the Spectrum Auctions and finally get the story that will get her the promotion she craves.
It’s just her luck that the person who wins her is Pedro Hernandez. The Spanish Dom has been starring in her erotic dreams ever since they first butted heads in her professional life, and he proves impossible to resist, if downright scary.
The sadist in Pedro is looking forward to teaching the prickly reporter a lesson or two. However, when Peyton turns out to be a masochist her instinctive responses floor the experienced Dom. Maybe it’s just his age catching up with him, but this young reporter gets under his skin like no other sub ever has, and their play smashes through both of their emotional defenses in record time.
When their relationship is put to the test, Pedro has to decide if he can trust his pequeñita.
She is a reporter after all…
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Excerpt
A man could fucking lose himself in those expressive eyes
staring up at him. He didn’t read one iota of malice in Peyton’s expression.
She didn’t probe, didn’t ask the questions she was without doubt burning to
ask. No, she just waited patiently for him to tell her. He had the most curious
sensation crawl up the back of his neck, the instinctive knowledge that she
would also accept it if he didn’t tell her. A novel experience, for sure. Any
woman he’d ever been involved with, even on a casual basis, had eventually been
full of questions.
Another reason why he kept his encounters these days
confined to the club, and the purely sexual. Life was simpler, if rather lonely
that way.
“If you’d rather not tell me, that’s okay. I realize we
barely know each other, and this is clearly personal, and I sense perhaps
painful, so let’s just forget it.”
She stepped away from him, and he had to smile at the
nervous way she pulled on the misshapen neckline of the shirt she wore.
“I’m just gonna clear this table away.” She mumbled the
words into the curtain of her hair and started to stack the plates together.
“You were right, you know,” he said, and she froze, empty
wineglass in one hand, two stacked plates in the other. “Put those down,
pequeña, and let’s take this in the living room.”
He didn’t check to see if she followed. All he knew was that
he needed to sit down, and he flung himself into the wide, comfortable leather
settee and shut his eyes. Big enough for him to sleep on, if need be, it had
seen him do so far too many times lately when he’d stayed up late, watching old
movies in an effort to dispel the thoughts churning in his head.
The sofa dipped slightly when Peyton sat down next to him,
and then depressed again. He opened his eyes to find her throwing a cushion on
the floor. Peyton knelt on it, wrapped her arms around his legs, and rested her
chin on his knee.
His dick stiffened automatically at seeing his beautiful sub
on her knees by his feet, and the churning in his gut subsided somewhat.
“Very nice, Peyton, but we’re not in a scene right now, so
this is not necessary,” he said. Instead of getting up, she tightened her hold
on his legs, and nuzzled into his thigh.
“Yes, it is. Indulge me, please, Sir. Besides, I like the
way you look at me when I do this.” A faint blush crept in her cheeks, but she
held his glance, and he smiled.
“And how do I look at you?” he asked.
That blush of hers deepened, and he straightened slightly so
that he could wrap his hand into her hair. A tremble went through her, and the
dominant in him lapped up her submission. She was right in one way. Telling her
about his fucked-up life so far would be easier when he in was in this
headspace. The memories hurt less then.
“As though you like what you see, and…” She dropped her gaze
and seemed to find his bare feet most interesting. Pedro increased the pull on
her hair and tugged her head back up so that she had no choice but to look up
at him.
“Tell me.” He dropped his voice and her mouth opened
slightly. Eyes wide, and lips trembling, it was the utter trust and submission
he read in her beautiful orbs that made that curious sensation at the back of
his neck turn into an allover itch. His chest tightened and a rush of pure
possessiveness swamped him. This delightful young woman sat at his feet was
his, and his alone. Peyton’s nails curled into his legs, and she blinked
several times before she answered him.
“It just feels right, Sir. I can’t explain it, and it makes
no sense. I just feel it in here.” She brought a hand up to her chest, and he
nodded. “I guess I just feel free, which makes no sense at all.”
Pedro released his hold on the silky mass of her hair and
petted her head.
“No, it makes perfect sense, pequeña. You’re embracing your
submissive side, and that makes me feel very proud of you.”
Her face lit up in a brilliant smile, and he was hard pushed
not to just sit there and grin back at her like a besotted fool, but there was
no denying the connection they had established in a very short space of time.
Pedro had scoffed at Slade and Laura when it had happened to them, though at
least they had known each other for years beforehand. Scarlett, too, had been
at the butt off his jokes, though, again the whole danger she had been in
tended to accelerate and clarify feelings. What was his excuse, however?
Turning forty far from home, and without any of his family
acknowledging that fact, shouldn’t prove that much of trauma, should it? After
all, he was used to it. Then again, Pedro had been unsatisfied with his lot in
life for some time. Seeing his friends settled had just crystallized those
feeling for him.
He sighed and Peyton’s face fell.
“Sir? What’s wrong?” she asked.
About the Author
Glutton for punishment would be a good description for Doris... at least that's what she hears on an almost daily basis when people find out that she has a brood of nine children, ranging from adult to toddler and lives happily in a far too small house, cluttered with children, pets, dust bunnies, and one very understanding and supportive husband. Domestic goddess she is not.
There is always something better to do after all, like working on the latest manuscript and trying not to scare the locals even more than usual by talking out loud to the voices in her head. Her characters tend to be pretty insistent to get their stories told, and you will find Doris burning the midnight oil on a regular basis. Only time to get any peace and quiet and besides, sleep is for wimps.
She likes to spin sensual, sassy, and sexy tales involving alpha heroes to die for, and heroines who give as good as they get. From contemporary to paranormal, BDSM to F/F, and Ménage, haunting love stories are guaranteed.
Writer of sensual, sassy, sexy romances
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