Sensual Dominance: Billionaire Romance: Sensual Dominance, #4

By Lane Masters

Experience the sizzling heat of three steamy romance novellas all in one bundle by Lane Masters!

The Billionaire’s Playroom: Allison finds herself stranded on the road, caught between the oncoming force of a lightning storm and the open car door of billionaire Craig Westford. Which is more dangerous—the man or the storm? The man. Definitely the man.

The Billioniare’s Passion: With the allure of the ocean around them, Grayson Harbor whisks Tessa away to his private, exclusive deck of the cruise ship. But the intensity of their desire quickly turns to raw heat as he binds her to his bed…and his heart.

The Billionaire’s Pleasure: An unexpected revelation changes Rachel’s life--and heart--forever.

 Plus a bonus excerpt from Anyhing.

Excerpt:

Allison couldn’t control the expression of surprise on her face when she finally drew her eyes away from the hot car and looked at the driver. He was smoking just as much as the car was. Black hair feathered away from his brow, as dark, piercing eyes searched hers. High cheekbones whispered of Native American ancestors, but the dusky shade of a 5 o’clock shadow at his square, strong jaw gave away his European blood. For some strange reason, he looked familiar, but she knew she had never met anyone who could afford a car like this.

He cracked his car window, lowering it just enough to speak out, and leaned over the passenger seat toward her. Of course, with her own car as dead as a doorknob, rolling down her own window was not an option. She hesitated. He was a total stranger. How many times had she heard horror stories about meeting total strangers on a dark road?

But then a lightning bolt struck a tree somewhere up ahead, and the sudden crash made her jump sky high. Which was more dangerous? The man or the storm? She glanced back at the man, taking in his piercing gaze and smoldering good looks. Definitely the man. But at least he looked friendly.

She cracked her door open, so that she could hear what he was saying, squinting her eyes through the raindrops that blew in.

“Are you okay?” His voice was a deep bass, the kind of deep masculine voice that always made her heart beat just a little bit faster. It matched his rugged good looks completely.

“Yes. Yes, I’m fine. My car just died.”

“Have you called for help?”

Allison grimaced, hating to admit this to a stranger.

“No. I left my phone at home.”

The man glanced at the storm and then back at her again. “Well, I’d loan you my phone to call roadside, but the nearest service station is about 45 minutes from here, and they aren’t exactly going to be thrilled about coming out in the middle of the storm. I hate to tell you this, but the storm is only supposed to get worse over the next several hours. And it will be dark soon.”

Allison nodded, filled with dismay. Would a car really keep her safe from that kind of vicious lightning?

The man looked thoughtful, considering. His forehead wrinkled worriedly as he watched the approaching storm. “Look, why don’t you come with me and wait the storm out? My house is only a couple of miles ahead.”

Allison felt a rush of trepidation slip through her veins. She couldn’t imagine getting into a car with a strange man. My God, that was an even bigger rule than “don’t talk to strangers.” Visions of little Red Riding Hood and the Big Bad Wolf ran through her head.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Seductive Stories
• Release date: Aug 23, 2013
• ISBN: 9781386069300

Lane Masters

Lane Masters is a freelance author living the life in sunny Florida. Always a lover of romance and a good story, Lane has found her true calling in writing erotica. She writes hot, steamy erotica across a variety of genres, with a special emphasis on the unusual or forbidden pleasures, the kinds of fantasies that people enjoy but seldom voice to one another. Read more about her on her on SeductiveStories.net.

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Sensual Dominance:

Billionaire Romance

By

Lane Masters

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Copyright 2013 by Lane Masters

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All rights reserved. This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the author or the publisher except for the use of brief quotations in critical articles or reviews.

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This is a work of fiction. Names, places, businesses, characters, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events or locales is purely coincidental.

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Contents

The Billionaire’s Playroom: An Erotic Dominance Story

The Billionaire’s Pleasure: An Erotic Dominance Story

The Billionaire’s Passion

About the Author

Excerpt from Anything

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The Billionaire’s Playroom: An Erotic Dominance Story

Breathtaking desire. Irresistible risk. Consuming passion.

Allison finds herself stranded on the road, caught between the oncoming force of a lightning storm and the open door of billionaire Craig Westford. Which is more dangerous—the man or the storm? The man. Definitely the man.

For this man can awaken unfamiliar feelings inside of her—cravings she never knew she had; passion she has never experienced. Fleeing the storm, she is caught in the Billionaire’s Playroom. And she has no desire to escape.

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Damn it! Allison cursed as she slammed her hand against her thigh. She glared as she gazed down into the open hood of the rental car. Climbing out of the dead car and opening its hood had been completely futile—the jumbled innards of the vehicle were a complete mystery to her. All she knew was that the damn rental car had died in the middle of God knows where, and now Allison, a sports blogger for a local website, would not get to Atlanta tonight. Thank God the interview she had scheduled for tomorrow was in the late afternoon. Hopefully, she would make it there by then.

Allison gazed around her. She hadn’t seen a house for miles, and the edges of the road were lined with the thick trees and scrub typical of North Florida. But worst of all, were the clouds threatening ahead of her. She had known a storm was coming, had expected to drive through it all night long. She had not expected to have to wait out the thunderstorm sitting in a dead car. There was no way she was going to walk for help through a summer, Florida lightning storm.

She managed to slam the car door just as the first gumdrop sized splatters of rain began to fall. Thunder rumbled ominously in the distance, and she could see the lightning coming.

Florida. Lightning capital of the United States. One of the first things that she had learned upon moving to the state was to get indoors when the notorious summer storms flashed across the skies. The interior of the car would be just as safe, right?

Allison watched the electric strikes in the sky in front of her, violent shards of light ripping through the clouds. The storm was coming closer, and there was nothing she could do but wait it out. She sighed. It had been a miserable day. First, she had been an hour late getting on the road because her dog, Mojo, had managed to get out of the fence. She had succeeded in chasing him down and gotten him to the kennel where he was boarding, but by then rush hour traffic had hit. And rush hour traffic headed out of Jacksonville, Florida was hell on earth.

Allison hated the monotony of the interstate and had opted to take the back roads headed north. She preferred the variety of the scenery and the absence of 18-wheelers and vacation traffic. But there were a few significant drawbacks, and being stuck in the middle of nowhere was one of them.

Hell’s fire, she couldn’t even use her phone to call for roadside assistance. Anxiously, she glanced around, as if that would make her cell phone magically transport from her house to her hand. Nope. Still no cell phone.

She hadn’t discovered that her cell phone was missing until she was a couple of hours out of town. After several minutes of frantic searching, scrabbling through her purse and then pulling over to search through the luggage in the trunk, she distinctly remembered tossing it down on the bed as she grabbed for her shoes to go search for Mojo. In her rush to finally get out the door, she had forgotten to go back and pick it up again.

So now she couldn’t call for help, couldn’t call a friend to come pick her up, couldn’t even call her boss and let him know she was going to be late. And the lightning was inching closer with every moment.

Allison’s attention was yanked away from the approaching storm by the rumble of a car pulling up alongside of her. With one glance, she took in the surprising sight of a brand-new Maserati sports car—not exactly the vehicle she would have expected to see on this deserted road. It was a shiny black, with glowing chrome, and tinted windows. Its sleek, dark form took her breath away, every inch of its exuding luxury and expense. It instantly cast an aura of wealth around the man behind its wheel.

Allison couldn’t control the expression of surprise on her face when she finally drew her eyes away from the hot car and looked at the driver. He was smoking just as much as the car was. Black hair feathered away from his brow, as dark, piercing eyes searched hers. High cheekbones whispered of Native American ancestors, but the dusky shade of a 5 o’clock shadow at his square, strong jaw gave away his European blood. For some strange reason, he looked familiar, but she knew she had never met anyone who could afford a car like this.

He cracked his car window, lowering it just enough to speak out, and leaned over the passenger seat toward her. Of course, with her own car as dead as a doorknob, rolling down her own window was not an option. She hesitated. He was a total stranger. How many times had she heard horror stories about meeting total strangers on a dark road?

But then a lightning bolt struck a tree somewhere up ahead, and the sudden crash made her jump sky high. Which was more dangerous? The man or the storm? She glanced back at the man, taking in his piercing gaze and smoldering good looks. Definitely the man. But at least he looked friendly.

She cracked her door open, so that she could hear what he was saying, squinting her eyes through the raindrops that blew in.

Are you okay? His voice was a deep bass, the kind of deep masculine voice that always made her heart beat just a little bit faster. It matched his rugged good looks completely.

Yes. Yes, I’m fine. My car just died.

Have you called for help?

Allison grimaced, hating to admit this to a stranger. No. I left my phone at home.

The man glanced at the storm and then back at her again. Well, I’d loan you my phone to call roadside, but the nearest service station is about 45 minutes from here, and they aren’t exactly going to be thrilled about coming out in the middle of the storm. I hate to tell you this, but the storm is only supposed to get worse over the next several hours. And it will be dark soon.

Allison nodded, filled with dismay. Would a car really keep her safe from that kind of vicious lightning?

The man looked thoughtful, considering. His forehead wrinkled worriedly as he watched the approaching storm. Look, why don’t you come with me and wait the storm out? My house is only a couple of miles ahead.

Allison felt a rush of trepidation slip through her veins. She couldn’t imagine getting into a car with a strange man. My God, that was an even bigger rule than don’t talk to strangers. Visions of little Red Riding Hood and the Big Bad Wolf ran through her head.

I have an idea, he said, opening the glove box of his car. Allison watched him take a plastic bag out of the glove box and slip something inside it.

Here, he said, reaching his hand out toward her. My phone’s inside. Go ahead and call someone, let them know where you’re going. My name is Craig Westford. You can even take my picture and text it to a friend so they know who you're with.

The name ran through Allison’s brain, finally sliding into place. She had heard of this