Promise for Now

By Diana Hunter

Brian has had his eye on his gorgeous neighbor for years. But it isn’t until he thinks she’s in trouble and then finds out she has just divorced her husband that he decides the time is right to make his move.

A move Carol is ready to accept. She even suggests sexual paths she has only read and fantasized about. Carol knows all about Brian’s preference for sexual dominance and encourages him to lead her into this erotic new world.

She soon finds herself naked, tied and in thrall to this sexy Dom. His every touch heightens her senses and begins to free something deep inside her. In his arms, she finds an inner strength that surprises and pleases them both

• Language: English
• Publisher: Diana Hunter
• Release date: Oct 1, 2016
• ISBN: 9781370995462

Diana Hunter

Diana Hunter became interested in writing stories with bondage and D/s themes when she found a dearth of them on the web. Nothing she read seemed to have the romantic element she knew was possible in such relationships. Challenged by a friend to write a better one, she wrote her first full-length novel, Secret Submission. Each book Diana writes contains a kernel of truth or deeply held conviction from her own life, but don’t ask her where truth ends and fantasy begins...she’ll never tell! When not writing, Diana is usually at her loom, weaving thread lines of a different sort. Married for over thirty years to the same man, she is grateful for all the wonderful encouragement he gives her.

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Promise for Now

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Chapter One

Well, there. Now it’s final and he’s out of the house. Good riddance!

Susan, stop it. Mike and I had twenty-five good years. He was—is—still a good man. Carol Iderman pulled her SUV into Susan’s driveway, suddenly desperate to get rid of her best friend. Her head pounded and she wondered just why she had felt she needed someone to go with her to the lawyer’s office to sign the divorce papers. Susan wanted to celebrate and all Carol wanted to do was go crawl under a rock and cry. We just married too young. And with Mike, Jr. and Alexa both out of college and on their own now…well, it’s better this way.

Yeah, put a good face on it for everyone else, woman. Not for me. I know all the gory details, remember? The cheating, the arguments? She sniffed a dismisal. Personally? I’m thrilled you finally wised up. You spent the best years of your life with that lying cheat. Susan opened the passenger door and got out, getting in one last comment before she shut the door and righteously stalked into her expensive suburban home. Stop looking at the past through rose-colored glasses, Carol or you’ll make the same mistakes again.

Carol watched Susan’s exit, keeping a stranglehold on her emotions. She put the SUV into reverse, drove to the other side of the suburban development and pulled into her own garage. The overhead door whirred and clicked, descending behind her. Still gritting her teeth, she dismounted from the huge car that Mike had talked her into when all she had wanted was a small runabout. He claimed the vehicle would be far safer for her on the highways and never mind the money, they had enough. For Carol, it wasn’t about the money—it was the size of the darn thing. While she wasn’t tiny by any means, the SUV still wasn’t easy for her to manage. She had perfected a little twist-hop that allowed her to get down fairly gracefully and it irked her every time she had to do it.

She did it now, landing on the clean cement floor of the garage. Who in their right mind had clean garage floors? Where were the grease spots left by leaky motors or peeled rubber tracks from the kid’s bicycles? Where were the broken skates and loose basketballs that always got underfoot?

They were on another floor in another garage, one not attached to an expensive home but one that was all by itself—a different garage behind a different house. That well-used garage sat away from the driveway, its sides canted at odd angles looking like its best years were long ago. It held secrets and cubbyholes and