All or Nothing

By TL Reeve

Quin Abraham had it all. A great job, a nice apartment, and a loving Master—or so she thought. Starting over is never easy, but is flying across the ocean to Spain the right decision to make?

Joaquin de la Fuente never expected to find love the minute the sexy submissive Quin Abraham, walked through his door. On the first day on the job, she tore apart his business model and captured his heart.

After a night at the Villa, Joaquin offers her a contract—six weeks to learn once more what it means to be a sub. No strings attached. However, agreeing to the terms and following through is harder than it seems.

Can Quin overcome her fears and accept Joaquin as her Master or will she be as her ex claims, good for nothing?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Decadent Publishing
• Release date: May 4, 2015
• ISBN: 9781613338445

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All or Nothing

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Copyright © 2015 by T.L. Reeve

ISBN: 978-1-61333-844-5

Cover art by Syneca Featherstone

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To Dakota, thank you for pushing me to do this story.

All or Nothing

By

T.L. Reeve

A Beyond Fairytales

Adaptation of Hans Christian Andersen’s

"She Was Good for Nothing"

Chapter One

Once upon a time….

Why are you doing this? Quin asked her best friend, Harley. I don’t think Charlie is going to like knowing you handed me the job. Even if I could really use it right now. Quin Abraham put her phone on speaker and began to pace the small expanse of her efficiency apartment’s living room. In the last six months, her life had taken a nosedive off a very tall building into shark-infested—no, piranha-infested—shallow waters.

Because you need the job and Charlie knows. He’s the one who offered it. She could practically see her friend shrug on the other side of the phone. Come on, Q, what could it hurt? You need out of that rat-hole city.

Quin glanced around her dilapidated home. Her best friend was right. She hadn’t always been this low on the totem pole. Six months ago, she’d found a Master and a job every girl could only dream of having. Her old apartment was on the east side of town with all the other rich bitches. Then, Tony, her Master and lover for almost three years, brought her to the club and did the one thing she never figured he do—uncollared her in front of all their friends.

Yeah, maybe. But, I can’t pay for a ticket. How am I supposed to get there without one? I obviously can’t swim the Atlantic. Harley and Charlie, her boyfriend, had moved to Madrid a few months back to help Joaquin de la Fuente owner of Fuente Security reestablish his home office. According to Harley, for six long years Joaquin had worked out of their New York branch, but his reclusive brother had made an epic mess of everything. Though the American arm of their security business stayed in the black, the Spanish side, not so much. They were hemorrhaging money like a severed artery bled out.

Already taken care of. Check your e-mail.

Quin sat down at her dingy table and opened her tablet. When her e-mail icon appeared, she pushed the button and watched as the flight itinerary popped up on the screen. How do you know I’ll even accept this, Harley?

Because it’s in your nature. You know I’m right about the job, and the scenery, too. The rumble of a male voice in the background let Quin know Charlie listened in on their conversation.

Hi, Charlie, she called out.

Quin. The deep timbre of his voice penetrated her senses. A shiver of need crawled down her spine. You’re coming to Spain. His tone brokered no negotiation.

Well, since you asked so nicely. She snorted. Do your Dommy thing to Harley; she likes it more. I’m not worth it anyway.

Quin. He drew out the last two letters of her name. A thread of anticipation she couldn’t quite shake raced through her. What would he do if she kept it up? Nothing. You’re not his. You don’t belong to anyone anymore. I would hate to beat your ass the minute you step off the corporate jet.

You wouldn’t, she muttered.

Wanna bet?

Charlie, she whined. Put Harley back on the phone; she listens better. She heard the Dom laugh and, a few seconds later, her friend’s voice filled the line one more time.

So, a driver will be by pick you up in about two hours. The jet will be waiting for you. All you have to do is show your itinerary at the airport and they’ll get you to the plane.

God love Harley, but she would kill her friend before this was all over.

I don’t know how, or when, but I will make sure Charlie gives you what you deserve for planning this little coup d’état.

She’s getting it right now, Quin. There are certain advantages for having your girl as your assistant. Say good-bye, Quin. She heard Charlie’s tight groan and rolled her eyes.

Good-bye, pervert.

Hanging up with Harley, Quin sat there for a moment longer and looked around. The paint peeled in the corner near the front door. Brown water stains dotted her popcorn stucco ceiling. The carpet needed to be replaced. The same could be said about her bedroom’s condition. Maybe her friend had been right. She needed a change and a better job. She’d gone from being an executive assistant to one of the major Fortune 500 companies to working temp jobs with no clear picture of what her future would hold.

She should have listened to the talk around the club. Should have known better than to believe Tony instead of the girls. But, subs could be vicious creatures when they wanted, and most of the girls at the club were vipers. They struck out at anyone who wanted a piece of their Master’s pie. So when Tabby told her about Tony, she blew it off. Stupid move. Oh well, live and learn. As it stood, domination and submission didn’t rule her life. Yet a part of her still craved kneeling beside her Dom. For now, until she could reestablish herself, she would have to push aside her needs.

God, I’m such an idiot for falling for his tricks. Quin walked to her bedroom and began packing her bag for the trip. At least being submissive isn’t part of the job package, she muttered while grabbing what she needed.

She glanced around the plain bedroom with the drab curtains and frowned. Shouldn’t she feel any kind of sadness at leaving her life behind? Or excitement for the journey yet to come? No, not right now. Right now, her only thoughts consisted of her getting the hell out of Dodge. If she never returned, well the owner could have her shit. She’d buy what she needed while in Spain. Maybe starting over somewhere else would do me some good.

When the car pulled up in front of her home, she took one last look around. See you when I see you, she said to no one in particular as she opened the door and stepped out.

If she didn’t have bad luck, she wouldn’t have any at all. The drive took longer than expected. An accident on the freeway left them sitting for well over an hour. By the time she arrived at the airport, she had to hurry to find the private