Rescued in Paradise

By Nicole Christianson

Sexy Dom, Connor Bradley, had been watching Sydney Carter at Club Paradise for a while, knowing that one day, she’d be his. Sydney was just discovering herself in her new and exciting role as a submissive, and there was still a lot of experimenting she wanted to try. Connor was just the man to help her with that exploration.

After a smoking night together, both Connor and Sydney were eager to see where their heat would take them, but when a scuffle at her work has a vengeful Dom determined to see Syd hurt, will Connor be able to save her in time?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Evernight Publishing
• Release date: Jul 1, 2014
• ISBN: 9781771308984

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Copyright© 2014 Nicole Christianson

ISBN: 978-1-77130-898-4

Cover Artist: Sour Cherry Designs

Editor: Brieanna Robertson

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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

A very special thank you goes to my family for their constant support and encouragement. I especially appreciate the tolerance or my time spent writing. Love you all!

A special thank you to my many virtual friends. You know who you are. Without your encouragement, I would have never even considered writing.

Finally, to Evernight and the wonderful staff who made the process a pleasure and gave me a voice.

RESCUED IN PARADISE

Paradise, 1

Nicole Christianson

Copyright © 2014

Chapter One

Arriving at Club Paradise later than her usual time of nine o’clock, Sydney checked her appearance in the rear view mirror once more, making sure her hair and makeup were presentable before stepping out of her car. Locking the door behind her, she made her way to the club entrance. Well past ten p.m., she noticed the parking lot was filling rather quickly with eager bodies ready for their night to begin.

The club was built in a remote area where only a few warehouses shared the roughly five-mile clearing, giving the members plenty of privacy when they arrived. The owner thought of everything, all the way down to the security cameras strategically placed on the various electrical poles and towers as far back as a mile in either direction. That little bit of information she heard while eavesdropping on a group of security personnel one night.

Months prior, Sydney Carter’s close friend and co-worker, Tonya, brought her as a guest on Beginner’s Night, a once a week open house event at the club. It was designed so that newcomers could explore the BDSM lifestyle. It afforded a chance to see whether or not it truly suited them, or if the reason for their curiosity was those damn Fifty Shades of Grey books every housewife was ranting and raving about.

Yes, she’d read the Fifty Shades books, but her overall reasoning behind finally visiting with her friend was that deep down, she sensed she was a submissive woman in the bedroom. Whenever anything sexual was involved, that little voice in her head kept telling her she needed to be dominated, but it was too taboo of a thought, so she kept it to herself, not understanding what it was she really wanted and needed.

For years she had felt that was the reason why all her sexual rendezvous were lacking. Partners were unable to bring her any further than a generic release that could have been achieved by her own hand. At twenty-six, all hope of achieving anything more was beginning to diminish. Her eyes had been opened on Beginner’s Night, and she returned soon after, ready.

It wasn’t until that night, that she understood the reason why. None of her previous lovers were like the men she encountered at Paradise. At the club, they were dominating and passionate, everything she had ever secretly dreamed about and more. Much, much more because her mind and senses were all engaged in the play. The added sensations of pain, heat, cold, edging all played out to bring her to a higher plane. Ever since that night, she had launched into her training, frequenting the club at least three to four nights a week.

Strolling up to the front entrance, she climbed the narrow stairs behind a well-known Master with his beautiful slave. As she took in their attire, she noticed the couple was decked out in fine, matching black leather from head to toe. A thin chain hung from the woman's black leather collar, fastened by a heavy, rounded hook. The pattern on the leather was breathtaking, row after row of woven tethers in an almost Celtic design. It was intricate and stunning. A lot of thought