Their Discovery Rebecca Grace Allen (Legally Bound, #3)
Publication date: April 29th 2019
Genres: Erotica, Romance
Exploring their fantasies could save their marriage…or push it over the edge
Legally Bound, Book 3
Samantha Archer’s life has hit a wall. Her world is housework, homework and reminding her husband—the biggest kid in the family—to help out at home. Once she felt confident, powerful and sexy, but Brady doesn’t seem to notice her anymore, and now all she feels is invisible.
Brady has tried being the goofy guy who stole Sam’s heart, but it’s not working. He’s losing the woman he loves and doesn’t have a clue how to fix it. He’s keeping his darkest fantasies hidden too, sure they’re not what Sam wants, and his inability to please her cuts him deeper than she knows.
When Sam lands a new job at a law firm, Brady still won’t pick up the slack, and one night giving him orders unexpectedly reignites their missing spark. Sam discovers the Femdomme she didn’t know she was, kindling Brady’s submissive desires.
But while things heat up inside the bedroom, life outside it starts unraveling. Brady’s need to call the shots at work complicates his hunger to kneel for his wife, and Sam has longed to experiment in more ways than one. Their exploration of dominance and submission goes a step too far when they invite Sam’s sultry switch coworker into their bed, and the fallout could cost them everything.
Warning: contains a six-foot-five, ex-football player geek and a ballsy, badass redhead who’s learning to unleash her inner Domme. Scenes depicting humiliation, pegging and threesomes could disturb, or stimulate a thirst for adventure.
Excerpt
“May I?” he asked.
She was caught off guard. He was
just brushing the ends, but each soft tug stimulated all the nerve endings on
her head. “Okay.”
He continued combing the last inch
of the locks, rubbing them between his fingers. She’d assumed he’d forgotten
how much she enjoyed this, but then he ran his fingers through her hair,
lifting it from her face and gently easing out any tangles.
It was the most intimate they’d been
in years.
He did it again, deliberate and
slow. Brady had large hands, and she missed what he could do with them. He was
even better with his mouth. It had taken time and direction, but once he’d
figured out her spots, his tongue had been fucking magical.
He moved in closer, starting at her
temples and combing at the roots before running his fingertips down the
strands. The sensation was hypnotic. Jesus, if he’d done this instead of
joking, the fight never would’ve started. With him standing so close, Sam got a
hit of his scent. It was the same heady combination he’d always had—wood spice
deodorant and peppermint soap mixed with an earthy bit of sweat.
Years ago, she’d worn that smell on
her like perfume.
He gathered her hair and put it over
one shoulder.
“Better?” he asked.
She paused, unsure about the dynamic
between them. The fight seemed to have dissipated, but there was a strange
vibration now—a different kind of energy. Like the charge in the air before a
snowfall. “Yes, better.”
But she hadn’t asked him to stop.
She didn’t like that he had.
He went back to the counter. Sam watched
as Brady put away the rest of the dishes, then stepped toward the sink and
turned on the water.
“Thank you,” she said. “For
helping.”
“It’s not that I don’t want to,” he
replied softly. “I’m just not sure how to do it right. Like your system for
putting things into the dishwasher.”
She did have a system. A way to
stack everything for maximum efficiency. She didn’t know he’d noticed.
“And I don’t know how you know where
everything goes in the cabinets without looking. It’s hard for me to keep
track.”
Sam frowned, guilt stabbing. He’d
always had issues recalling things. It was why they’d met in the first place.
Why was she never patient with it?
Staring at his profile, she threw
out some sarcasm to lighten the mood.
“Well, silly. If you can’t figure
out where things go, I’ll fucking tell you.”
She wasn’t sure if he’d missed the
lightness in her tone, or if he’d caught it and was embarrassed regardless, but
from this angle, she could see his chin lower slightly as a swallow constricted
his throat. It was a small tell, something he used to do when she was tutoring
him, ashamed because he’d gotten an answer wrong.
Back then she’d soothe him, put a
hand on one of his giant arms and tell him it was her job to help him get
things right. He’d blush and smile up at her, eyes sparkling and hopeful.
He wasn’t smiling now. But a strange
part of her…liked his discomfort.
Author Bio:
Rebecca Grace Allen is an author of sweet, sexy and soul searching romance, emphasis on the sexy! She holds a Bachelor of Arts in English with a double concentration in Creative Writing and Literary Comparison, as well as a Master of Science degree in Elementary Education, both of which seemed like good ideas at the time. After stumbling through careers in entertainment, publishing, law and teaching, she's returned to her first love: writing. A self-admitted caffeine addict and gym rat, she currently lives in upstate New York with her husband, two parakeets, and a cat with a very unusual foot fetish.
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