Terms of Surrender [The Matchmaker Book 2]
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by Gracie C. McKeever
Category: Erotica/Erotic Romance/Romance eCataRomance Reviewers' Choice Award Winner
Description: Slany Breeze has been in control, of herself and her family, since she was an early teen when her mother was killed in a tragic accident and her father retreated into himself, a broken and lost spirit. But Slany's tired of being the strong and responsible daughter and the dependable and inspirational big sister. Just once, she'd like to give over the reins of control and let someone else take care of her every need and want. Wanting, however, and admitting her secret longings to the one man willing and capable of satisfying them, are two different things. Nick Vega has come a long way from his bad boy, rebellious childhood when a learning disability was the bane of his disappointed father's existence. Once he discovers Slany's submissive nature and the stalker from his past that threatens her, he will do whatever it takes to protect his new claim and woman. [Erotic Contemporary Paranormal/ BDSM/ Interracial/ Suspense: Contains graphic sexual content and adult language.]
eBook Publisher: Siren-BookStrand, Inc., 2006 2006
eBookwise Release Date: December 2006
84 Reader Ratings:
Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [447 KB]
Reading time: 277-388 min.
"5 Klovers: Gracie C. McKeever's The Matchmaker series is one that mere blurbs could never do justice to--you won't really understand how compelling the stories are until you start reading one of them. The second in this series, Terms of Surrender is no different in this way from the first. The synopsis for the story is interesting, even intriguing, but once you begin reading the book itself, the characters leap off the pages, immediately befriending you. McKeever deftly breeds empathy for their pain, their dreams, their every emotion from the very first chapter until the end of the book. With Terms of Surrender she also proves once again that she can write a snaky plot with the best of them--the story is fraught with more twists than a coiled-up Copperhead.... Indeed, the author succeeded in keeping me guessing all through the story, and just when I thought I'd figured out who the villain was, she surprised me again--much to my delight! In just two months, Gracie C. McKeever has moved up my list of favorite authors, with The Matchmaker series in particular being a favorite of mine. I cannot recommend this book or this series strongly enough!"--Jennifer, CK2S Kwips and Kritiques
"4.5 Kisses: Gracie McKeever as always delivers heartwarming, empathetic characters, coupled here with an intriguing mystery and a plot line throbbing with both sensuality and danger. Her character delineations are excellent, and few readers won't simultaneously be enraptured with both Nick and Slany and their personality conflicts disguising their true attraction. Angela is a winning personality of her own and any reader would be thankful to have a big sister with love for the extended family, such as her. Terms of Surrender is a story well worth reading, and works as a stand-alone novel, but reader, don't do yourself the disservice of missing the entire The Matchmaker Series."--Frost, TwoLipsReviews
"4 Stars: WINNER: Ecataromance 2006 Reviewers' Choice Award. Terms of Surrender has a heavy focus on the danger surrounding the main female character Slany Breeze. Her life is in jeopardy from a madman with his own agenda and a personal vendetta against Nick Vega, the new man in Slany's life. With a stalker on the loose, these two are in an unknown race for time. The beauty of this novel is its depth. There are so many aspects of this story that it easily entices any number of readers from across genres. The suspense is an alluring draw to keep people reading from beginning to end in one sitting. The romance is amazingly open and honest. We get a chance to explore a dominate/submissive relationship as it develops between Slany and Nick from the very beginning. Without a doubt Ms. McKeever has written a must read for everyone. Terms of Surrender is the best of multiple genres and should appeal to those who enjoy books with conflict and strong story lines."--Kimberley Spinney, Ecataromance
"4 Blue Ribbons: Terms of Surrender is not for the faint of heart and readers will find themselves melting in their seats from the heat of the love scenes. Dominant does not even begin to describe Nick and his powerful passion will leave you breathless. Slany has a time giving in to Nick, but when she does, it really pays off. Nick's past comes back to haunt them when his stalker returns and wants to hurt Slany. Gracie McKeever is sensational author and her stories are always full of explosive plots and mesmerizing characters. I can't wait to see what the next book will bring."--Angel, Romance Junkies
"4 Stars/Orgasmic: Terms of Surrender is a mystery that has more threats to the main characters than that of a long-tailed cat in a room full of rocking chairs. Ms. McKeever has written a very well thought mystery that has lots of guessing as to who is the bad guy ... The author does a good job of building the relationship between Slany and Nick. She also has put a lot of thought into Nick's family and Slany's friends. Finally, she has written some of the hottest sex scenes that I have read in a long time. You are definitely going to need the ice water and the toys for this one."--Oleta M. Blaylock, Just Erotic Romance Reviews
"4 Hearts: Terms of Surrender is the stand alone second book in Ms. McKeever's Matchmakers series featuring psychic Angela Calminetti and the her siblings the Vegas. Ms. McKeever does an excellent job in providing just enough backstory from the first book Beneath the Surface to make this story flow well and enjoyable to readers who may not have read that story. Nick and Slany are very appealing characters, and Ms. McKeever does a wonderful job revealing experiences in their childhood to early adulthood that have shaped them into the individuals they are today, most notably why Nick and Slany would need to be in a highly regulated relationship such as a dominant/submissive one. Readers must be cautioned that this story does feature a D/s relationship, but it is non-violent and Ms. McKeever provides great details of how that type of relationship should function and makes it a vital part of the plot...The sex scenes are well written and extremely hot...Once again, Ms. McKeever has written a great tale that all readers of erotic romance should love. Highly recommended!"--Leah, Love Romances and More
"4 Cups: I found this tantalizing tome to be utterly enthralling. Usually, when a plot involves a mysterious killer, I can pick out the murderer long before the secret is revealed. Terms of Surrender is so well written that I had no idea who the culprit was until the moment it was meant to be known. The hero's dyslexia adds a realistic sense of poignancy to this enchanting tale. I hope Ms. McKeever gives us more stories like this one really soon. I know that I, for one, really want to read more."--Susan, Coffee Time Romance
"Gracie McKeever's Terms of Surrender is a suspense filled, complex tale of the dominant/submissive world. Nick and Slany get a little push from Nick's sister, an admitted matchmaker, Angela Calminetti, before they finally realize they are perfect for each other. Both are searching for the other half that makes them whole, while unknown to them a killer lurks, waiting for the perfect opportunity to snatch Slany and force her to become his slave. The glimpse into the killer's mind is both frightening and fascinating. Terms of Surrender is a well paced, well developed story that will grab your attention from the beginning and keep it until the very end."--Georgia, Joyfully Reviewed
He scowled, didn't want to give her the idea that he was anymore happy about the situation than she was, and leaned forward. "What makes you think we wouldn't have good chemistry? What makes you think we don't?"
"That's not the point." She pierced him with those gleaming emerald eyes that made his dick harder than the gems her eyes mimicked.
He noticed she hadn't bothered to deny they had good chemistry. Emboldened, he asked, "What is the point, Breeze? This is your job and mine. So we work together on an account. We did once before, and it might even happen again. We can't always get what we want."
"Evidently, some of us can."
"Are you insinuating I asked for this assignment? That I want to work with you any more than you want to work with me?"
She lifted her chin, holding his stare. "I'm not insinuating anything, except the old boy's network is alive and well."
"Don't be so quick to bite the hand that feeds you."
She actually blushed, but didn't lower her chin an iota.
Jesus, he'd love to be the one to knock that giant-sized chip off her shoulder and tame her. Balls tightened at the idea that he would be the one, and that she would like every minute of it.
Slany leaped to her feet and stalked to the door. "I don't even know why I bothered to appeal to your sense of decency and fair play."
"You must have mistaken me for the other lap dogs and fops you've got on a short leash around here."
She whirled, eyes blazing as she pointed at him. "You have no idea what you're talking about, and I suggest you leave the personal attacks at the front door."
"I will when you do."
She huffed, said nothing as she turned her back to him, grabbed the knob, flung open his door, and slammed out of his office the same way she'd slammed in minutes ago.
Inhaling a leftover waft of her hot vanilla scent, Nick decided the rumors were false. Slany was the victim of some cruel vendetta, probably started by one of the creatives often seen salivating at her feet, a jealous DMT female staffer, or some other agency employee she'd likewise rejected or gotten the better of in her year-long tenure.
He'd seen the telltale signs of her desire, nipples pebbled and insistently pressing against the sheer cream material of her blouse.
If Slany Breeze was a lesbian, then the cock in his pants wasn't hard enough to cut glass. * * * *
After a minute, Nick finally emerged, turning to her with a mischievous look glowing out of his honey eyes as he brandished a pair of padded leather cuffs in one hand and a black silk scarf in the other.
She stared at him, nipples aching, clit throbbing with the idea of what he was about to do to her, with her.
He slowly approached the bed.
Despite her nervousness and uncertainty, she decided she wouldn't let him blindfold her. She would find some way to draw the line and keep him from doing that.
If she was going to be deprived of touching him, holding him, she wanted to at least see him. She needed to see him.
He had yet to take off his clothes. His only concession had been to remove his jacket and tie, broad hard-muscled shoulders still hidden beneath his shirt, long lean legs concealed beneath his pants.
What a waste, but that was okay. She would just have to let her imagination take over for now--as it had been for weeks--until she could get him out of his clothes as easily as he had gotten her out of hers.
Slany smacked her lips like a greedy predator, eager to see what she had so far been deprived. "Please, no," she said, voice unintentionally husky as she pierced him with a pleading look she hoped hit its mark.
"No handcuffs, or no blindfold?"
"No blindfold. I want to look at you."
"Remember your safe word."
She averted her eyes, felt herself fiercely blushing as she nodded. "I'm sorry. I forgot."
"I hope you don't find a reason to use it when you're with me."
Slany didn't think she would. She realized with a jolt of excitement zinging to all her private and not-so-private parts that she trusted him. She'd have to trust him to let the man shackle her wrists to the bedposts, as he was now doing.
Slany closed her eyes and inhaled deep when he leaned over her to secure the cuffs around her wrists, lungs filling with the pleasing masculine scent of him, clean and spicy, all Nick, all hot and aggressive male.
He sat on the edge of the mattress beside her when he was done, trailing the scarf along her skin, her shoulder, to finally rest at the crease between her left thigh.
She trembled, mouth suddenly dry as she watched him watching her.
"Relax," he commanded.
"I am relaxed."
She didn't even bother to debate with him, because he was right. Despite trusting him, she didn't know what was coming, was totally vulnerable and at his mercy, neither the sort of position she was used to finding herself in.
He slid off his shoes and came to his knees on the mattress between her legs.
Slany stared up at him, but didn't say anything.
"I like looking at you, Slany," he said, as if his actions warranted an explanation.
He leaned in to kiss her lips. "Do you like being bound?"
God, yes! I love it.
She couldn't say it out loud, as if admitting it to him would cinch her imagined illness.
Being bound gave her a strangely liberating feeling, made her feel freer than she ever had at work overseeing myriad staff and projects. At the office, she was bound by responsibilities, duties, deadlines. As a teen, she'd been bound by a whole different, but no less trying, set of responsibilities. Here with Nick, she was bound by none of those conventions, bound by nothing except her imagination and thirst for pleasure, the cuffs more a release than a restraint.
Here, there were no meetings to chair, no little brother or sister to raise, no father to take care of, just her naked body and how Nick made, and would make, it feel. She didn't have to think about what she needed to do for him, to him, just feel and react to what he did to her.
Slany swallowed, said nothing. She couldn't speak, was rendered mute by Nick's perusal of her body.
He reached between her legs and gently opened her folds with his thumbs, bent his head to lick her wanting clit, slowly sucked and nibbled the engorged flesh to vibrant life. The flesh bloomed like a berry on the vine, ready to burst in his mouth.
She moaned, arching her hips to bring his mouth closer, and when he plunged his tongue inside her, deeply, hungrily, she screamed, struggling against her shackles.
She needed to touch him, hold him!
Slany bucked her hips to meet his thrusts, mindless of whether she was hurting him, would bruise or smother him.
He caught her hips and held her in place against the firm mattress as he worked in earnest, lapping at her as if she were his first and last meal.
Her uterus contracted and expanded, heat flaring in her center, rising up and through her body, simultaneously bathing her limbs and nerves in cold heat, every sensation intensified by her restraints, by his masculinity and superior strength.
She felt perspiration beading her forehead and upper lip, climax overtaking her like a masked bank robber, sudden and violent, body spasming inside and out.
Slany opened her eyes several seconds after her body finally stilled and watched Nick sitting beside her, gaze drifting over her body with stimulating intent as he caressed her with one hand from head to foot.
She licked her lips, tongue sluggish like her eyes she could barely keep open, like her body paradoxically heavy with satisfaction and need. "Please, I want to see you."
"You want to see me, what?"
"Master." It shocked her that the word left her mouth so effortlessly, almost automatic, as if she had been saying it, addressing him thus, for years.
Nick silently reached for the buttons of his designer shirt, slowly unbuttoning each one before drawing his arms out of the sleeves.
Slany squirmed on the bed, his movements taunting her with the view of his well-muscled torso, abdomen hard and sectioned like a swimmer's, and almost as smooth but for a small sprinkling of dark hair between his pectorals, light trail arrowing down beneath the waistband of his slacks. The sight made her more anxious to feel him, made her want to follow that trail of hair with her tongue.
God this was so unfair! She'd never felt so helpless, so needy and vulnerable before, and she wasn't sure how much she liked it.
Her fingers automatically flexed with the need to run up and down his body, feel his velvety skin and hard muscles beneath her palms. Slany watched him stand, slowly unzip his slacks and drop them to the floor. She was finally gifted with a banquet of long, lean legs, his calves and thighs athletic, tightly corded like a runner's, but not overly bulky like a weight lifter's.
She had a brief second to glimpse his round, masculine ass covered in a pair of navy boxer briefs and swallowed hard at the idea of cupping each firm cheek in her hands.
Nick stepped out of his pants, leisurely strutted back to the bed. His movements were unruffled and nonchalant, as if he were unaware of her focus or didn't care about it one way or the other.
He sat beside her, gaze heated and attention rapt as he ran the back of a hand down one arm, from shoulder to wrist.
It killed her to just lay there unmoving, unable to reciprocate and only watch him. Her legs itched to wrap around his waist, eager to feel him between her thighs as he rode her hard.
She peeked at his lap, where the cotton material of his boxer briefs hugged his hard penis, barely able to contain his large size.
"I can tell you're not used to this, not being in control."
She licked her lips, vagina wet and weeping with wanting him.
No, she wasn't used to it, but she could get used to it very quickly.
"Every muscle is tight. Relax, Slany. I'm only going to make you feel good. Nothing you have to brace yourself for, no reason to be tense."
The hell there wasn't. There was every reason to feel tight and tense and on edge. She was at a disadvantage. She was at his mercy. "I want to see you," she whispered.
He spread his arms. "This isn't enough?"
"To tease me, maybe."
"Tease and please and torment." He leaned in to suckle her throat, making her shiver beneath him as he dragged his mouth along the column of her neck up to her chin. He licked the cleft in the middle, taking his time moving up to her lips. He nibbled the bottom one before lazily dipping his tongue into her mouth, reacquainting himself with her taste, as if he hadn't just taken the most intimate sample of all with his previous kiss below.
Slany writhed beneath him, turned on by her piquant taste on his mouth. She held in a moan, didn't want to lose control too early, didn't want to lose it at all in front of this man who prided himself in keeping control. But she knew control was no longer hers, something she could not claim in Nick's presence.
"Now, Slany," he murmured against her ear, "tell me how you want me to fuck you. Slow and easy," he said, running a palm up her leg, tickling the edges of her vagina with his fingers, light butterfly caresses setting fire to her clit and labia, "or hard and rough?"
She didn't care. Any way he wanted, she would take it. Take him, his cock. She would take him beneath her, on top of her, inside her--oh, God.
She swallowed, gasping for breath, unable to form the words, unable to form a comprehensive thought as she stared into his honey eyes.
She'd waited most of her life for this moment, this man, and couldn't find a more intelligent way to express it than shamelessly bucking her hips at thin air, out of her mind with desperate need and want. Hunger. No man had ever done this to her before, ever made her feel so wild and wanton and reckless, so strong at the height of her subjection.
"Let go, baby, just let go." He circled the shell of her left ear with his tongue before plunging it in, simultaneously stroking her sides with both hands before moving to her breasts, where he slowly rotated her nipples with his thumbs.
Slany bit her bottom lip, vibrating beneath him as she closed her eyes tight.
Nick lowered his head to her breasts, the nipples already puckered and hard from his previous manipulations, standing at attention now, begging for more, begging for his mouth, his tongue, his teeth.
He straddled her, then suddenly sat back on his haunches to stare down at her.
Slany's eyes flew open, and she looked at him taking her in, like a diner at a mouth-watering buffet. All-you-can-eat, and from the looks of it, Nick intended not to leave a crumb.
"Take me, Nick. Please..."
"Are you sure?"
She frowned, stared at him. "Of course I am."
"Any way I please?"
She pitched her hips up, and her pubic bone collided with his balls. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she thought she should think twice before answering him, but no longer cared about appearances and boundaries and roles, despite the tiny warning bells going off at the mysterious tone of his voice. She just wanted him inside her, whatever terms. "Yes. Any way you please. Just take me now ... please..."