Bow to Your Partner
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Dance Studio, 3
There's dancing and then there's dancing. Mason is ready to move on, but Callan is ready to play once more. Now they have to decide if the dance is right for them.
After Mason's husband died, her interest in the lifestyle they had lived died with him. Until her meddling cousin sets her up with Callan Mackie.
Callan is a Dom without a sub, and he hasn't missed one. Until now that is. Mason hits all the right notes for him, and the chance to play with her isn’t to be missed.
The Dance Studio provides the perfect venue to see if Mason will bow to her partner.
Raven McAllan
After 30 plus years in Scotland, Raven now lives near the east Yorkshire coast, with her long-suffering husband, who is used to rescuing the dinner, when she gets immersed in her writing, keeping her coffee pot warm and making sure the wine is chilled. With a new home to decorate and a garden to plan, she’s never short of things to do, but writing is always at the top of her list. Her other hobbies include walking along the coast and spotting the wildlife, reading, researching, cros stitch and trying not to drop stitches as she endeavours to knit. Being left-handed, and knitting right-handed, that’s not always easy.
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Bow to Your Partner - Raven McAllan
Published by Evernight Publishing at Smashwords
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Copyright© 2013 Raven McAllan
ISBN: 978-1-77130-571-6
Cover Artist: Sour Cherry Designs
Editor: Avril Ashton
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This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, and places are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
DEDICATION
To Paul and Doris for chocolate, virtual chocolate, hugs and nags. To UCW for starting it all, and to all at Evernight and Sour Cherry for their hard work. To Avril for not throwing darts at me when she saw it, and to everyone who reads my work. Thank you, all.
BOW TO YOUR PARTNER
Dance Studio, 3
Raven McAllan
Copyright © 2013
Chapter One
Mason dragged a brush through her unruly hair, and winced at each tangle. No two ways about it, an hour to shower away the grime and aches, and make herself half presentable was nowhere near long enough. She glared at the clock and wondered, for goodness knows how often, if she'd done the right thing. The pesky habitual thought irritated the hell out of her. However, arguing with her cousin was equally as counter-productive. It wasn't worth the time and effort it wasted because Marco always got his own way. Just like the water torture, drip-nag, nag-drip until you gave in to save your sanity.
So Mason had grumbled her way into stockings and suspenders, added a deep red thong and matching bustier, and painted her nails. If she had to go out, then the war paint would be fixed firmly in place. A mask was essential. With armor on, she'd hopefully be able to play the part of confident, successful, businesswoman even if inside she did feel a fraud. Successful? In some ways, yes. Confident? Not now, not since— She shut that thought down with a mental snap. No more. Not now. No time.
Mason checked her black hair was tied back neatly, and no smudges of paint still decorated her cheeks. Under her fingernails were a different matter, but she hoped the varnish hid them. Trust her to have used Mediterranean Blue gloss all day. Satisfied she'd scrubbed the signs of her work, and a layer of skin away, she put on her jacket over the severe grey dress she'd chosen to wear. With a grimace at her hands which needed a manicure, she stood in front of the mirror, and twisted around to see her profile. She really had to do something with her hair. And the rest of you, a tiny voice niggled at her.
True she'd lost weight over the past year, but she still retained her hour glass figure. If she did put on any weight, her Italian genes would no doubt change hour glass into voluptuous. Mason had no wish for that, not now. She liked her less ample, more manageable, physique. The bustier might not be necessary for her figure, but it didn't half help her confidence, though she didn’t know why. Ever since her stick-insect-shaped body developed curves, Mason played them down. No cleavage enhancing bras in her wardrobe, just silk and satin sexy, unpadded ones.
Maybe I really do see it as armor? She sniggered. I bet a psychiatrist would have a field day with that admission. Why do you feel the need to be protected? Why armor? Why not adornment?
Argh. Shut up and get on with it.
Sometimes wished Marco to perdition. Older than Mason by a month, her cousin made it his purpose in life to look after her. It didn't matter how often Mason said she was fine, happy, and didn't need his help, Marco ignored her. Which explained why, on this Thursday night, instead of a curry on a tray with her eReader, she was off to have dinner with an unknown man in her cousin's restaurant.
A client, he's a client. Though why we have to discuss paint selections over dinner, I’ll never know.
The toot of a horn warned her the taxi she'd ordered waited outside. Mason slipped her feet into killer heels—she did love a good pair of fuck me, if you dare shoes, and freely admitted to being a mass of contradictions. With a last look around, she picked up her shoulder bag, made sure she had keys, money, rape alarm, and spray deodorant, and went outside. She checked she'd locked the door then walked down the path to the road. Late spring in this part of Scotland brought soft weather. Soft gentle sunshine, soft breezes, and all too often, soft rain. At least it wasn’t raining now, and Mason didn't have the added annoyance of frizzy hair. She might have her dad's hair color, but it frizzed like her mum's did. One hint of damp and they both looked like they'd been wired to the mains. Thank goodness for straighteners.
The taxi firm was one she used a lot, and the driver a typical dour Scot. Thankful for no inane chatter, Mason gave him the address of the restaurant and sat back, letting the football commentary from the radio wash over her. A few shouts and you effin ref
told her the driver wasn't a fan of the team who seemingly scored. He lapsed into silence, only to mutter again as the traffic snarled up around the one-way system in the center of the city.
The cab lurched to a halt and Mason shot forward, almost onto her knees. The last thing she needed was laddered stockings, and she had no intention of dropping to her knees for anyone. Those days were long gone. With a groan, Mason forced herself to stop nibbling her nails. Chipped polish wasn't a good look. Seriously, all she wanted was a quiet life. She'd had the excitement, the love, and the partnership with Michael. As she'd said to Marco to no avail, she'd been there, done that and got the T-shirt. It’d been so perfect, it couldn't be equaled, and she harbored no wish to try.
Marco disagreed.
"You're thirty going on fifty, cara, and I'm not having it. Zia and Zio would be horrified to see what you're like. Let alone Michael. Do you think he'd want to see you like this?"
He had a point.
Mason accepted Michael might be horrified, but it was all too much effort.