The Dominant Wish

By Robin L. Rotham

Once upon a time, Grace loved a dominant man. But when Jared asked for too much, she ran away...and paid dearly for thirty years.

Now a birthday wish has landed her in the past and back in Jared’s bed. This time there’s nothing she won’t do for him. But there’s a catch. The clock is ticking on Grace’s youthful body and she has only hours to explore the erotic delights of her own submission with Jared and his best friend Alec before the clock strikes twelve, returning her to a lonely future. How stupid to wish for just one night—she should have gone for happily ever after!

Fortunately, fairy godmothers usually have contingency plans...

Reader Advisory: This kinky little holiday tale contains two hot Doms topping one lucky sub, some bonus m/m contact to get everyone's imagination working overtime, and a perfect storybook ending.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Robin L. Rotham
• Release date: Nov 15, 2017
• ISBN: 9781370496204

Robin L. Rotham

When I complained of being bored the summer before 7th grade, my mother (who worked at a boookstore at the time) handed me a stripped copy of Victoria Holt's The Shivering Sands--and I was hooked. I became a voracious reader and an aspiring author, bringing home stacks of books from the library every single week. The next year, I did a school report on Ms. Holt and wrote to her asking for information. In reply, she sent me an autographed photo and a lovely two-page hand-written letter in which she encouraged me to follow my writing dreams. Sadly, both the photo and the letter were lost over many moves, but my writing dreams remained. At 14, I tried to write my first two romances. The first was about a federal agent masquerading as a bank robber, and a smart-mouthed customer who drove a custom baby blue Trans Am named Shark. The "robber" stole Shark as his getaway vehicle and the heroine, Nicki, dove in beside him. That was as far as I got--I could never see beyond their flying down the highway bickering as they were chased by bad guys. The second was a hot mess of an erotic Gothic paranormal involving an eighteen-year-old governess and the sixteen-year-old eldest son of the house, who made quite inappropriate advances toward her via astral projection while she slept. I wrote 100 pages front and back--IN PENCIL--before I hit that I HATE point in the story and shoved it under my bed. When I retrieved it two years later, the lead was so smeared I couldn't read it. The End. After that, I set my dream aside to address the more practical matters in life--matters like eating and putting a roof over my head. It took finding my own hero to reignite my passion for romance writing. More than 25 years after my last attempt, I bought a used laptop on eBay and wrote my first erotic romance. Mr Robin and I have been married for twenty-plus years; we live on a farm and have three wonderful offspring. I love to hear from readers, so don't be timid about dropping by my website or blog to say hi!

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The Dominant Wish

Robin L. Rotham

The Dominant Wish

Copyright 2007 Robin L. Rotham

Smashwords edition, Copyright 2017

Cover art by Robin L. Rotham

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Table of Contents

Acknowledgments

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

About the Author

Excerpt: FrankenDom

Acknowledgments

This book would never have seen the light of day

without the encouragement and expertise of my kink authority,

the wise and lovely Eden Bradley

Oh, and the little old lady in the very big car

who just about ran me over in the WalMart parking lot—

she was the inspiration for this story.

Chapter One

Grace Hendrick blushed furiously when the doorbell snapped her out of an all-too-familiar daydream at ten till noon.

Oh, for God’s sake, she muttered, setting aside her faithful old laptop. It wasn’t as though whoever was at the door had caught her masturbating. So she was slightly worked up over an erotic fantasy—few would suspect a woman her age even had such fantasies, much less did something about them.

Of course, if anyone rummaged around in her laptop and saw all the stalled-out romance novels she’d tried to write over the last thirty years, they’d get an uncensored look at her fantasy life. Perhaps it was time to start deleting them before she died and left Stella to discover her Aunt Grace’s kinks and aspirations the hard way.

Taking off her reading glasses, she stood up from her recliner and stretched, wincing at the ache between her shoulder blades. Working from home was lovely, especially on days like this, but being hunched over her keyboard for hours at a time was not. If she didn’t get back into an aquaerobics class soon, she was going to petrify like so much aging wood. And if she didn’t get those final essays graded and her grades turned in on time, she wouldn’t get tenure. Then she might not be able to afford an aquaerobics class.

She stepped into her slippers and pulled her sweater around her as she headed for the front door.

The three gingerbread men on the floor stopped her in her tracks.

Percy, you silly cat, she sighed, bending to pick them up.

Hearing his name, the sleek silver tabby sauntered out from under the Christmas tree, brushing against her legs as she rehung the ornaments from higher branches.

When are you going to get a clue, young man? she scolded. These are felt, not gingerbread. And do you really think I’d let you eat them even if they were actually gingerbread? You’d have the runs for a month.