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Submit To Me
Dungeon Fantasy Club Series
by Anya Summers
Genre/Keyword(s): Romance, Contemporary, Erotic, Scottish, BDSM, Spanking
Veronica McGinnis is a single mom, more concerned with her son's homework than dating. She lives quietly on the Scottish coast, writing articles for the local newspaper and raising her child.
Hunter Clarke is a famous Hollywood movie star, appearing in several of the latest blockbuster films. His name and face, as well as his potential love interests, are constantly splashed across the news, right alongside politics and the latest baseball stats. One of the founding Dom members of The Dungeon Fantasy Club, he walks a tightrope, with salacious reporters just waiting to uncover the tawdry side of his life in return for a huge payday.
Hunter couldn't be more shocked when he enters Mullardoch Manor only to discover that one of the other guests is none other than Veronica, the first love of his life, and the woman who broke his heart.
When Hunter discovers that Veronica is a submissive club member, he tempts her into a private scene. Her sweet cries as she submits to his fervent demands make him wonder how he could ever have convinced himself that he could live without her.
Veronica's only thought, however, is how much she needs to keep the secret she's kept hidden for ten years. When the truth is revealed, she moves heaven and earth to shield the most precious person in her life from the fallout – even if it means leaving the one Dom she knows she could give her whole heart to. Will Hunter be able to convince Veronica to submit to him for more than just one night?
If he'd been wearing a hat, it would have been in his hands as he entered the Mullardoch Manor proper by way of the Dungeon Level and Dungeon Fantasy Club. He exited the elevator which opened into a grand foyer. Spying the pristine marble floors and wood paneling made some of his tension ease at the familiar sight.
Hunter had prepared himself for a boatload of groveling. When you pissed off your best friend's bride-to-be, it came with the territory. He and Zoey—aka Declan McDougal's fiancée—had gotten off to a rocky start, due to some misinformation of rather epic proportions that he'd bought courtesy of the media. And yes, after all his years in Hollywood, he should have known better than to trust a story without verifying it first before he repeated it. In his defense, the story had included a data leak that had published his home address for every crazy fan with a camera to stalk him, which had forced him to put his place on the market. Normally he loved his fans and enjoyed meeting them, but he also valued his privacy when he was at home.
For the record, he never groveled. Quite the opposite, in fact—usually the shoe appeared on the other foot, and it was, 'Yes, Mr. Clarke,' or 'Right away, Mr. Clarke.' So the fact that he was here and prepared to make amends already made him uncomfortable about the upcoming weekend. The last thing he wanted to do was drive a rift between himself and Declan over a simple misunderstanding. They'd been friends far too long, and Hunter valued the relationship more than his own self-righteous pride.
"Declan it's so wonderful to see you," a feminine voice murmured, sounding like heather and peat smoke.
That voice brought him up short. He silently skidded to a halt with his rolling suitcase.
Memories of that voice, of the way it sounded in laughter, filled with tears, or as she gasped when she climaxed, hit him like a tidal wave. It decimated his system.