Done For: Their Sub Series, #2

By Linzi Basset

Shona Nicole is a firebrand. She's gorgeous, tenacious, self-assured and doesn't have a submissive bone in her body. Or so she thought. Until, she met Mitch Cooper and his best friends, Jason White and Sam Elliot, for dinner . . . and dinner at a restaurant will never be the same.

Mitch is a puppeteer extraordinaire. He's in control . . . and twists her body and emotions—like a pretzel.

When Shona unwittingly gets caught in the trio billionaires' strings, it's time to play with their nubile puppet. Shona will be helpless in their arms - played like a marionette, until she is done for. Oh boy . . .

Is Shona ready?

Because her life is about to be upended in a way she never expected.

Ah Shona! Where's the wine?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Linzi Basset
• Release date: Sep 6, 2020
• ISBN: 9781005559960

Linzi Basset

“Isn’t it a universal truth that it’s our singular experiences and passion, for whatever thing or things, which molds us all into the individuals we become? Whether it's hidden in the depths of our soul or exposed for all to see?” Linzi Basset is a South African born animal rights supporter with a poet’s heart, and she is also a bestselling fiction writer of suspense filled romance erotica books; who as the latter, refuses to be bound to any one sub-genre. She prefers instead to stretch herself as a storyteller which has resulted in her researching and writing historical and even paranormal themed works. Her initial offering: Club Alpha Cove, a BDSM club suspense series released back in 2015, reached Amazon’s Bestseller list, and she has been on those lists ever since. Labelling her as prolific is a gross understatement as just a few short years later she has now been published forty-one times; a total which fails to take into account the three other published works of her alter ego: Isabel James who co-authors—nor does it include the five additional new works marked for imminent release. “I write from the inside out. My stories are both inside me and a part of me so it can be either pleasurable to release them or painful to carve them out. I live every moment of every story I write. So, if you're looking for spicy and suspenseful, I'm your girl... woman... writer... you know what I mean!" Linzi believes that by telling stories in her own voice, she can better share with her readers the essence of her being: her passionate nature; her motivations; and her wildest fantasies. She feels every touch as she writes, every kiss, every harsh word uttered, and this to her is the key to a never-ending love of writing. Ultimately, all books by Linzi Basset are about passion. To her, passion is the driving force of all emotion; whether it be lust, desire, hate, trust, or love. This is the underlying message contained in her books. Her advice: “Believe in the passions driving your desires; live them; enjoy them; and allow them to bring you happiness.” Follow Linzi everywhere: https://linktr.ee/LinziBasset

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Author’s Note & Blurb

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DEAR READER,

In Done For, Shona Nicole, one of Diana Summers’ best friends, found herself in a precarious position. One, she had no idea how to get herself out of.

No, you will not come until I am inside you.

Shona Nicole is a firebrand. She’s gorgeous, tenacious, self-assured and doesn’t have a submissive bone in her body. Or so she thought.

Until she met alpha Mitch Cooper and his beta friends, Jason White and Sam Elliot, for dinner ... and became their dinner.

Mitch is a puppeteer extraordinaire. He likes it hard, fast ... and twisted—like a pretzel.

When Shona unwittingly gets caught in the trio billionaires’ strings, it’s time to play with their nubile puppet. Shona will be put through a series of ‘tests’ and played like a marionette, until she is done for.

Oh boy ...

Is Shona ready?

Because this is going to be an absolute mind-screw!

Ah damnit! Where’s the bloody wine?

I trust you’re enjoying this novella of these three besties. I certainly enjoyed writing them.

As always, thank you from the bottom of my heart for your continued support.

Warm regards,

Linzi Basset

Chapter One

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YOU’RE A VERY BEAUTIFUL woman, Shona, but I don’t believe there’s any chance of a relationship between us.

She stared at him dumbfounded. Where the devil did that come from?

Well, Mr. Cooper, you should wait until asked. Making assumptions will only leave you shame-faced, she said. Shona Nicole wasn’t a woman who allowed any man to bring her down. Not even someone as hot and sexy as Mitch Cooper. We’re just having dinner if memory serves me right. She did her best to keep her expression and tone neutral. It wouldn’t do, to let him see just how much his wayward comment had shaken her.

Yeah, especially as you’d been daydreaming about the possibility of hot, sweaty sex with this guy!

Shona had always been in awe of Mitch Cooper’s looks. He had transient eyes that changed hues in tandem with his moods. His usual charcoal grey eyes sometimes lightened to molten silver globes of heat—like right now. His direct gaze was a sign of the confidence that oozed from his persona. He always appeared larger than life because of that. His shoulders rippled when he moved in his chair. Her eyes inadvertently moved over his muscled chest and arms.

Gawd! What I wouldn’t give to have him pin me down on a bed ... mmmm.

His mahogany hair had a tousled look. She’d seen him drag his hands through it often enough and was sure that’s how this devil-may-care style was borne. The locks fell over his broad forehead, which tapered into a square, sculpted jaw and high cheek bones. His aquiline nose sat above a wide, very kissable mouth that was currently curved in enjoyment.

He had the audacity to chuckle. His expression was a mix of amusement and admonishment.

You should at least try and be honest with yourself, Shona, even though you’re lying to me. No, don’t bother denying it. I wasn’t born yesterday. I know when a woman’s pussy is oozing with desire for me, and you, little dove, have been wet since the moment I kissed your palm in your apartment when I picked you up earlier.

Her jaw dropped again. Her brain nearly went into a cataclysmic fit. She pointed a finger at him, resisting the urge to poke his chest.

"You’re like them? You’re like your brother and his friends, aren’t you? A ... what do they call themselves again? Ah yes, a Dom. I’m right, aren’t I?"

A Cheshire grin lit his face. He was enjoying himself, quite shamelessly too.

Damn you, stop laughing at me! I don’t find this funny at all, Shona snapped at him. She straightened her back and flattened her hands on her thighs, desperate to still her trembling hands. Whether from annoyance or excitement, she wasn’t all too sure.

So, I assume, since you’re a Dominant, you don’t believe I’m capable of satisfying you. Is that it?

Oh no, Shona, love, that’s not it at all. I think you’re probably a sexual dynamite, but being a submissive? Well, let’s be honest, little darling, you’re a firecracker and I can’t see you calling me ‘Sir’ or ‘Master’ while you’re begging me to let you come.

Mitch’s gaze sharpened at her reaction. She always appeared blasé, contained and to be honest, annoyingly self-assured. So, he was surprised to see her cheeks suddenly kissed pink, like a spring rose; the blooming color was becoming on her otherwise sun-tanned skin. She looked away, and for the first time since he’d met her a year ago, she fiddled with her fingers. He sat back in his chair, allowing her time to compose herself; fighting back the smile that threatened to break out.

She was a gorgeous woman. Her fiery red hair looked scorching to touch. Her sunset locks captured the light in vibrant ruby hues, flowing in warm curls of lava to her mid-back.

She was the kind of woman that other women loved to hate. She was thirty-five, had the exuberance of youth with movie star looks, and a perfectly curvy body that she carried with confidence; it made people stop in their tracks. Her bone structure was flawless, and her skin looked like smooth silk. All of which were enhanced by the intelligence and beauty she radiated. Her sky-blue eyes were a shocking contrast to her red hair. In a word, this woman was breathtaking.

"Well, I have to admit, I’m surprised. I didn’t believe a true Dominant would judge a book by its cover, so to speak," she responded with a tilt of her chin.

Mitch stared at her; her open challenge was like a line drawn in the sand between them. This little snip of a woman needed to learn to pick her battles. She had no idea what she was inviting with her come hither eyes and sassiness.

Shall we test your theory, Shona? Who knows, maybe there are some hidden submissive qualities beneath this icy exterior of yours; but I have my doubts.

Test away, Mitch Cooper. You might be in for a surprise, she dared him. Her eyes glimmered in the shadows cast by the light scones on the wall behind her.

What the fuck are you doing, Shona? He’ll eat you up and spit you out without blinking!

But she couldn’t help herself. A little devil on her shoulder kept telling her to push him. To find out if what her best friend, Diana Summers, had found with her three dominant husbands, was what she herself had secretly been yearning for.

Face it, Shona, you’ve never been lucky in relationships. You’ve always felt something was missing.

Maybe that was why she always took charge—sexually. Because the men in her life hadn’t been strong enough to guide her or give her what she craved in bed.

Shona blinked owlishly when Mitch rose and suddenly their booth was crowded with two more bodies on either side of her. She looked from the one to the other.

What the—

"What’s the matter, Shona, love? Do you wish to back out? What? You did say that I was like my brother and his friends, didn’t you? So, this shouldn’t come as a surprise to you."

You ... you mean that you and they ... that the three of you ... She swallowed. Her inability to articulate what her brain was telling her, made her appear like a bumbling idiot.

Yes, Shona. This is Sam Elliott and Jason White, my best friends. We’ve been business partners for years. We do everything together.

E-everything?

"Yes, love. Everything. Mitch intoned drily. Guys, this is the lady I told you about, Shona Nicole. Don’t put too much stock in her stammering. She’s usually loquacious."

Ah, surprised you, did he? Sam asked with a twinkle in his eyes. He brushed her hair back over her shoulder as she turned to look at him. Beautiful eyes. Love that color, he murmured—more to himself than her.

Shona swallowed. Oh fuck. He looked good enough to eat! She’d never been this close to any man who could be classed as a veritable Greek God. He had the quintessential Adonis look going for him; from his sun-tanned skin to his golden hair that complemented his cerulean blue eyes. And that body. Jeez, how could one man be this lucky? He was lean, but muscled too,