A Little Harmless Obsession: Harmless, Book 3
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by Melissa Schroeder
Category: Erotica/Erotic Romance/Romance
Description: What begins as a quest for submission becomes an unrelenting need for love. Harmless, Book 3 May Aiona's crush on sexy Evan Chambers is a bad habit that should be easy to break. It's not like he's ever noticed her. Looking for a safe place to release the reins of control and explore her curiosity about BDSM, May takes a friend up on an invitation to visit an exclusive bondage club--all she has to agree to is a public submission. Evan can't help but notice the exotically beautiful May. But despite his success, the dirty secrets of his past whisper that he'll never be good enough for her. When Evan sees her standing in his club ready to submit to his best friend, he gives in to the thing he wants most--May as his sub. After their session, he knows one night will never be enough. But loving May isn't easy for a man always ready to take charge. She might like to submit in the bedroom, but she doesn't like anyone telling her what to do outside of it. When May insists she's not in any danger from the person seemingly obsessed with her, she ends up in the sights of a deranged stalker--with Evan possibly too far away to help. Warning: This book contains sexy Hawaiian settings, crazy relatives, and a submission scene that leaves the heroine breathless and the hero frustrated. There are toys, bondage, and love scenes so hot, you'll need ice water and a towel. Remember, it's a Harmless story, so you know there's nothing harmless about it.
eBook Publisher: Samhain Publishing, Ltd., 2010 2010
eBookwise Release Date: October 2010
27 Reader Ratings:
Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [286 KB]
Reading time: 188-263 min.
"So, what are you up to? It's a Friday night and you're hanging around Dupree's?"
A feeling of uneasy embarrassment swept through Evan. "Not sure. Didn't feel like going to Rough 'n Ready."
Again, there was a beat of silence as his friend studied him. "You don't feel like going to the club?"
Evan couldn't really explain it. How could he when he couldn't understand it himself. The BDSM club he had built with Micah was now the premier hot spot on the Islands for those who practiced the life. As the silent partner, he had taken pride in the way Micah had managed the club and the huge upsurge in members.
"Just don't feel like it."
"Do you need to see a doctor?"
The amusement in Chris's voice irritated him. "What the hell is the problem? So I don't feel like going."
"How long has it been since you were there?"
"I was there last night, for your information."
"You were there to play?"
The disbelief in his Chris's voice was not lost on Evan. "What does it matter?"
"Ahhh, the first of the month, so you and Micah had your regular get-together over the books." His quick smile irritated Evan. "That doesn't count."
With an aggravated grunt, Evan stood and started pacing. "I don't know what to say. I just haven't felt like going the last few weeks."
"Really? I thought it was more like months."
Evan stared unseeingly at the pictures Chris had up in his office and did not answer.
"It's been since you joined Cynthia and me, isn't it?"
"Having a menage with you and Cynthia has nothing to do with not going to Rough 'n Ready."
"What are you getting at, Chris?"
"From the time we met, you always had two sets of women in your world. There are the ones you look up to, women you think are too good for you. Then there are women... Well...Lee who used to work here. She's the type of woman you think you deserve. Cynthia doesn't fit into your idea of the kind of woman who would enjoy the lifestyle. You think that any good girl would never be interested in bondage and submission. You have a warped view of women."
Evan spun around. "And just what do you expect with my mother and the way I was raised? Jesus, the fact I'm not a serial killer is surprising if you ask me."
Sympathy stamped Chris's features. "I know. I'm not blaming you. I just think you need to figure out what you want. Apparently it isn't the normal sub you can pick up at Rough 'n Ready."
Evan rolled his shoulders. "I'm fine. Just been working on that new resort, putting in a lot of hours."
Chris wanted to say more. Evan could see it on his face. They'd been friends long enough to be able to read each other's expressions. Evan thanked God for giving Chris some tact, and at least some mercy.
"I gotta get going. Cynthia had a long day and she has a four o'clock call in the morning."
"You're leaving May here by herself?"
Chris rose to his feet. "She has a whole staff here. I do it all the time."
Evan frowned. "Maybe I'll hang around and make sure she doesn't have any problems."
"Just don't piss her off. She'll come to me about it and bruddah, you're my best friend, but I'm not protecting you from May."
Evan sneered. "You're afraid of a woman?"
"This just isn't a woman. This is Maylea, head of the Aiona family. She can kick your ass with just a few sentences." He opened the door and Evan followed him down the hall, the scents and sounds of Dupree's now more prevalent.
"If people at Rough 'n Ready could see you now." Evan snickered. "Done in by a woman."
"Please. I have always had respect for strong women, starting with my mother."
They stepped into the restaurant and Chris smiled. Evan followed his line of vision and saw Cynthia standing at the hostess stand talking to May. A sharp twist of envy clawed at Evan's heart. He would never begrudge his best friend the happiness he'd found with his magnolia, but there were times like today when he would give just about anything to have a woman like her. Their new relationship had set off a wave of yearning that Evan was just not ready to deal with. He knew it was impossible, but it didn't keep him from wanting it.
He shifted his attention to May, who was now talking to an older man. Dressed in a brand new tropical shirt along with the guidebook he carried, he screamed tourist. She pulled out two menus as she smiled at the man. She turned and said something over her shoulder. He couldn't hear the words, but the sense of her voice, the soft lyrical incantation, was one he knew well. As he watched them walk to the table, he ground his teeth together as he watched the man--who was old enough to be her father--slip his gaze down her body. Dirty old bastard.
"Did you say something?" Chris asked.
Evan glanced at him and found his friend staring at him as if he'd lost his mind.
"No." Evan inwardly winced at his curt tone, but he kept his features smooth.
Chris studied him for a second then said, "Hmm."
Cynthia walked up to them. "You ready?"
"Sure, honey." Evan smiled.
Chris shoved him aside and took Cynthia into his arms to give her a hard, smacking kiss. "Yeah, everything's done. Evan's going to play guard dog for me tonight."
She glanced over at him, her blue gaze studying him. "On a Friday night?"
"Why does everyone keep bringing that up? So it's Friday night."
She laughed. "No problem. Just Evan Chambers is usually busy on Friday nights."
He rolled his eyes. "It's been a long week."