My name is Brynne Larimore. I’m an aspiring erotic novelist. As of now, unpublished.

My day job as copy editor at the London Mirror is boring as f#@k. My secret life is much more exciting.  I recently landed a job at Club Dominus. “Landed” really doesn’t do justice to what I had to do to get this job. I’ll fill you in on that later.

A clue is in the club’s Latin name, if you want to google it… It’s one of those private clubs that you cannot be a member of unless you are very wealthy, and you have a dick.

It turns out the owner is very wealthy, and he is a dick. The man is hella-off-the-charts handsome. Words fail me on how delicious he is. Like if you saw him on the street, you might walk in front of a bus, but you would die happy because his face was the last thing you saw. He is a distraction I don’t need. If you were to ask my BFF, Jared, he would say Gage MacLeod is exactly what I need: tall, dark, and dominant with a capital D.

You see, my debut erotic novel was recently rejected. Sadly, so was I. My ex-boyfriend (the vanilla d-bag) said I was sick and twisted. So, I traded him in for Mr. Boss, who doesn’t talk back. To all my friends I say: Buy a rechargeable Mr. in your favorite size and color. ;-o

Back to the heart of this tale. To be considered for a new line of juicy fiction, I must turn up the heat. The experiences of my book’s heroine are too safe. It pains me to admit this, but in my 32 years, I have played it safe, too. With the exception of the aforementioned jerk, I’ve only slept with boys I could walk away from. Usually after three dates.

That is where the club comes in. If I play my cards right and drop a drink in someone’s lap, I might get a breath-taking spanking.

I look forward to seeing what all the fuss is about.

There are those who believe my heart is encased in ice. My ex-fiancé refers to me as a colossal asshole. I like it that way. Besides, I have no time and no interest in playing relationship games. Too many fake females wish to part me from my money.

Club Dominus requires all my focus. First and foremost, it is a private gentleman’s club. Second, it is a safe place for our members to indulge in a little bdsm, publicly or privately. The men and women on my staff are highly trained, discreet and graceful under pressure. Every one of them is well versed in handling the demands of my elite clientele.

Messes are not tolerated, no matter how hot. So, the new cocktail waitress might be a problem. She’s beautiful, voluptuous, and fucking trouble. Garrick knew she would trigger my dormant prick and he secretly hoped I would give her the job. Brynne is a distraction I don’t need. The little redhead needs discipline and training – not in how to serve cocktails – but in how to behave.

While it could be fun to push her buttons, I will lay odds she won’t make it to the first fetish night before she gives me cause to fire her ass. Or light it on fire.