Red Club Temptation

By Marie Tuhart

She needs a dungeon master. He needs her secrets. Red Club owner Jessie Michaels isn't looking for love, just someone competent to monitor her dungeon in Lobster Cove's only BDSM club. But a new Dominant catches her eye and makes her tingle in all the right places. She's called away for business before she can catch his name, but not before that commanding voice tempts her for more. Caleb Drake has returned to Lobster Cove to find out what makes the Red Club so successful only to discover the sexy redheaded sub he met the night before is actually his boss. He vows to keep business separate from pleasure, but the temptation to see if the iron-fisted club owner is truly submissive in the bedroom becomes too much. But when Caleb's ulterior motive is revealed, will Jessie be ruled by business...or pleasure?

• Language: English
• Publisher: The Wild Rose Press
• Release date: Jan 30, 2015
• ISBN: 9781628307719

Marie Tuhart

Marie Tuhart can't remember a time when she didn't have a book in her hands. A voracious reader since childhood, she began writing at 19, and in 1994 decided to join RWA and get serious about publishing. When she isn't reading or writing, Marie loves to spend time in bookstores. A world traveler, she enjoys searching out corners of the globe she hasn't experienced yet. While still totally open to finding her own tall, dark and handsome, she is certainly enjoying the journey

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Red Club Temptation

by

Marie Tuhart

Lobster Cove

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales, is entirely coincidental.

Red Club Temptation

COPYRIGHT © 2015 by Marie Tuhart

All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission of the author or The Wild Rose Press, Inc. except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles or reviews.

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Cover Art by Angela Anderson

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Publishing History

First Scarlet Rose Edition, 2015

Digital ISBN 978-1-62830-771-9

Published in the United States of America

Dedication

To Nicci and Isabel: Without our plotting weekend this book wouldn't have been written.

To my editor, Trish, who always pushes me for more and somehow I do it.

Thanks to Lori Graham for spearheading the Lobster Cove group and allowing us to run free with our idea.

PRAISE FOR AUTHOR

Marie Tuhart

AND HER BOOKS

QUICK SILVER RANCH:

ROPED & READY

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This story has something for everyone and will thrill readers looking for depth in their erotica story as Tuhart spends equal time on the physical and emotional sides of Becca and Tyler's romance.

~Kate Girard, RT Book Reviews

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HIS FOR THE WEEKEND

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Highly sensual, this is also a sweet tale of love between two memorable, well-rounded characters.

~Keitha, RT Book Reviews

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MORE THAN ONE NIGHT

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As I read this book, I was caught up in the daydream of actually having a hunk such as Jake chasing our heroine (and wishing I was the she). Gentle, passionate, caring…sigh! Yes, Jake was perfect in so many ways, throw in Rosie (our heroine’s dog), and this story becomes what dreams are made of.

~ Gardenia, Long and Short Reviews

Chapter One

Caleb Drake rested against the wall inside the public play area of The Red Club hoping his nonchalant façade didn’t slip. The masks covered the eyes enough to obscure one’s features. The women wore more colorful masks while the men wore the more traditional black or navy ones. This was something new and unexpected.

Much had changed in the club since he’d last seen it. The club had been split into a public and private area. Two raised stages of dark polished wood graced the wall of the public area, with sofas scatted in sloppy circles in front of both. More sofas sat behind them in a line, then chairs and small tables.

He shifted his stance. The concrete floor was hard and unforgiving, but there were small area rugs in strategic places beneath the sofas for the guests to use. Plus there were pillows scatted everywhere to be used for kneeling or support. The club almost had a homey, welcoming feel to it.

It had been well over twelve years ago when he had gone to The Red Club for the last time and had left, knowing he couldn’t have what he wanted.

So he packed up and left Lobster Cove for what he thought would be forever. But Matt, his business partner and friend, had asked him to explore the club to find out what made the club so special, so they could duplicate it and make their clubs in Chicago, Dallas, and Las Vegas more profitable.

A familiar sound reached his ears, and his gaze went to the scene being played out on the stage. Some in the audience were watching with rapt attention. A female sub in nothing but a g-string was tied onto the St. Andrews cross, her Dom holding an impressive leather whip. Her Dom wore black leather pants and nothing else.

Caleb figured at least half the audience had never been into BDSM, or a BDSM club for that matter, until tonight. The other half seemed a little more experienced.

You’ve been a bad girl, the Dom said.

Yes, Master, I have been.

What have you done to merit this public punishment? And say it loud enough for everyone to hear.

I masturbated and orgasmed without my Master’s permission. Her voice was clear and strong. Her body quivered with anticipation and Caleb smiled.

He wanted a sub like that. A woman who would test his boundaries. A woman who would play with him. A woman who wouldn’t run screaming from his needs.

And because you disobeyed me, you will receive twenty lashes with my favorite whip. Count each stroke, pet.

Yes, Master.

The whip sailed through the air and landed with precision across the sub’s right ass cheek, leaving a mark.

One, the sub called.

His gaze began to wander around the club, and he found himself under scrutiny by a curvaceous redhead. Could it be? He blinked. It had been twelve years. But the Jessie he knew wouldn’t be caught in a black corset, exposing the tops of her breasts and making his mouth water, wishing for a taste of her creamy skin.

And it couldn’t be her mother. A not-so-nice shiver went up his spine. Lacy Michaels was a Domme with a reputation he wouldn’t even challenge.

Their gazes met, and Caleb sucked in a breath. Arousal shot through his blood at the lust in her eyes. With deliberation he let his gaze drop to the black leather pants clinging to her curves, making him wonder what she wore underneath. Black boots filled out the outfit.

His dick stiffened, and he fought against adjusting himself. His cock’s quick reaction to this sexy woman almost made him smile. Time to find out if she was a Domme or sub. This time when their gazes met and held, he mouthed the word Obey.

Her gaze dropped. He sucked in a breath. Damn, she was a submissive. And just what he needed. He couldn’t help himself as he strode across the room.

Caleb stopped when he was within touching distance, and her gaze never rose from the floor. Excitement stirred in his spine for the first time in a long time.

Hello, he said.

Good evening, Sir. Her voice was soft but calm, eyes still downcast.

He cupped her chin and tilted her head up. Look at me, sweetheart, I want to see your eyes.

Hazel eyes to go with beautiful red hair. He loved looking into the eyes of his subs, unless of course he had them blindfolded, and then he would make them use other senses.

Are you available? He glanced at her wrist. No band. He’d been told anyone with a black band was off limits.

Excuse me? a male voice intruded.

Caleb’s gaze left hers to see one of the dungeon masters standing next to them. You’re needed in the other room, Red.

Her spine stiffened, and she lifted her chin out of Caleb’s hold. Thanks, Ryan. I’ll be right there.

Ryan nodded and gave Caleb the once over before he disappeared into the private club area.

Sorry, but I have to go.

I understand, but first... He cupped her cheeks and brushed a kiss across her soft lips. She leaned into him when he released her mouth. I’ll be here if you want to play later. He released her and stepped back.

Her fingers touched her lips and then she smiled. I might take you up on that. Then she strode away, hips swaying.

He wanted to follow her into the private area, but he wasn’t cleared for there. His cock throbbed. Damn, this was inconvenient. Hopefully he’d see her again. But then again, he probably wouldn’t. He had an interview at the club tomorrow.

Matt had secured the interview after finding out the club was looking for another dungeon master. Most clubs had rules about playing with patrons. He shook his head. He needed to get back to the business at hand. Find out why the club was so successful and then get back to Chicago so it could be duplicated. That was his job.

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Jessie Michaels yawned and took another sip of her coffee. She hated early morning interviews, especially after a late night, but she needed another dungeon master. And this man came highly recommended by her old friend and mentor, Rusty.

This whole interview thing was really a formality. While he was bringing his application, she’d already talked with Rusty about his qualifications. Glancing at the clock. Almost ten, she set her mug down and went to the back entrance.

The Red Club wasn’t just a BDSM club. The thriving business had been handed down from mother to daughter for four generations. From when the first concert saloon, as they were called in during her great-great grandmother’s time, to now after her mom made it into a BDSM club.

Of course the location had been moved, mainly because the old location had burned down when Jessie was little, but also it made more sense. It was on the edge of town with ample parking. The old factory was perfect with its high ceilings and concrete flooring. They’d turned the second floor into a living area, another plus. When Jessie’s mom had died three years ago, she had taken over.

And she loved every minute of it.

She’d more than wondered when she was a child how the club survived in the small town of Lobster Cove, but she found out it wasn’t that hard. There were other towns close enough, and people were curious.

When Jessie was twenty, she convinced her mom to split