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Obedience Training
by Philippa Grey-Gerou, Emery Sanborne
Category: Erotica/BDSM Erotica/Romance
Description: Maggie Anderson is used to being alone. It's better than getting hurt again. Then she meets Horace Khober, a guy with horrible pick-up lines and the most god-awful nickname: Schnauzer. The name fits, however, because Schnauzer is like a dog with a bone when it comes to Maggie, no matter how much she puts him off. Playing on Maggie's curiosity, Schnauzer draws her into a slowly escalating game of domination. But Maggie quickly learns that she's the one calling the shots, and wonders if Schnauzer is willing to sit up and beg to get what he wants. A journey of mutual discovery soon leads them down a path neither expected. And it all starts with a pair of handcuffs... Genres: Contemporary / BDSM / Romantic Comedy / Exhibitionism / Public Places
eBook Publisher: Amber Quill Press, 2010
eBookwise Release Date: August 2011
 
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Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [68 KB]
Words: 13738
Reading time: 39-54 min.
"Maggie," Stacy interrupted them, saving Maggie from having to come up with a protest. "Flowers for you."
It was another bouquet of the seemingly random mix of wildflowers Schnauzer had given her the night before, this time overflowing from the enormous vase they had come in.
"Nice," Ryan said casually. "You leave a guy high and dry and still he sends you flowers. Yeah, I can see why you wouldn't want to date him."
"Shut up, Ryan. Don't you have work to do?"
"I can tell I won't accomplish anything here. Think about what I said, Maggie." He left, taking Stacy with him. "Or if you won't listen to me, listen to him."
There was a note tucked into the flowers. With a sense of impending dread, Maggie took it out and opened it.
Rather than the hurt or accusations she had expected, it just had one simple statement. Some dogs need to be taught restraint.
That's when she noticed the decoration on the vase.
What she had taken for trim she now saw was a tightly braided dog lead wound around the neck of the vase and topped with a softly tooled collar, the brass buckle gleaming against the mahogany leather.
Maggie smiled in spite of herself, running her fingers over the smooth hide. She had to give the guy credit for his persistence, especially after the disaster of last night. By rights, he should be steering well clear. It only made her feel worse about her behavior.
"What am I going to do about you?"
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