The Basics:
Title: Lost & Bound
Series:
The Dream Dominant Collection (Book 2)
Release Date: January 31, 2017
Genres: Erotic Romance
Heat Level: Erotic
Word count: 83,241
Author: Pandora Spocks
Cover Design: Eeva Lancaster, The Book Khaleesi
AVAILABLE FOR PRE-ORDER at this Universal Link: books2read.com/LostandBound
Blake Walker is no stranger to tragedy. Immediately following a horrific event years earlier, he was lost for a while until he embraced his Dominant nature and found his true calling. But things change and now he’s back where he started, helping to run his family’s secluded lake lodge.
When pampered Hollywood starlet Shasta Pyke gets into trouble with the law, she’s sent to the wilderness of northern Ontario to cool her heels for a few weeks. There she meets sexy bush pilot Blake, who is tasked with seeing to her needs as the sole guest at the lodge.
Initially, Blake isn’t impressed with the spoiled actress, but he’s happy that her visit allows for his sister Jackie and her kids to go on a much-needed vacation. Try as he might, he can’t figure out what the hell Shasta Pyke is doing so far out of her element.
Shasta’s attracted to Blake’s obvious good looks, but there’s more to him than that. He sees through her armor to the vulnerable little girl she hides from the world. The Daddy Dominant in him craves to shelter her, to make her his own.
Is there any way Shasta will agree to submit to Blake’s Dominance?
Lost & Bound is Book 2 of Pandora Spocks’ Dream Dominant Collection, a series of stand-alone novels featuring sexy, Dominant men, and the strong, red-haired submissives who find them irresistible. It is a contemporary erotic romance novel with a light BDSM theme, and features a DD/lg relationship, and is intended for mature audiences.
Author
Bio:
Pandora Spocks is a sassy ginger and hopeless romantic, living her happily ever after in South Florida.
Pandora has had stories pinballing around in her head for years. At one point, she spent hours daydreaming in Mrs. Howe's ninth grade algebra class. She didn't learn much algebra, but she had some really good ideas. Recently she decided to try her hand at sharing those stories with others.
She enjoys reading and writing literary erotic romance. She is the author of the three-novel epic romance Rannigan’s Redemption, and a naughty little romantic novella, Just One Night. Lost & Bound joins Luke & Bella as the second book in The Dream Dominant Collection, a series of light BDSM stand-alone novels.
Pandora is currently at work on her next spicy romance.
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Excerpt
Choice One (explicit)
After painting the exteriors of the first
two cabins, Blake and Shasta took a break.
In the kitchen of the main house, he quickly made turkey sandwiches for
their lunch. “How’s that plug feeling,
kitten?” he asked as he sat across the table.
“It’s fine. I mean, I can feel it, but it doesn’t hurt.”
His grin was sly. “Does it feel good?”
She shifted uneasily in her
chair. “I just know that my pussy is
about to go up in flames if it doesn’t get some relief soon.”
Blake laughed. “We’ll see what we can do about that.” Rounding the table, he grasped her arm and
led her to the kitchen counter, where he bent her over. A sharp tug dropped her shorts to the floor
around her feet. He released his monster
erection and impaled her roughly.
“Oh, shit, yes!” she panted.
After three strokes, he pulled
out and restored his jeans, returning to the table to finish his lunch.
Shasta, still leaning over the
counter, watched him incredulously. “Are
you kidding me?!”
Blake smirked confidently and
gave her a wink. “I’m telling you,
kitten, by tonight you’ll be begging me to fuck your ass.”
Excerpt
Choice Two (not explicit)
Blake
expertly angled the small boat to rest beside the tiny dock and killed the
motor, tying off his end before jumping out and tying the front end as
well. Then he again offered his hand,
helping Shasta climb out of the boat and onto the dock.
She stood taking in the view as
he unloaded her things. The lodge was
visible across the water, seemingly closer than it actually was, judging by the
ten-minute ride. If she hadn’t been in
such a foul mood, she would have found the place beautiful. The only sound she could hear was the wind in
the tops of the countless pine trees covering the island. It would be a short climb up to the crest of
the island where a log cabin sat. She
could see a stone-surrounded fire pit flanked by a quartet of dark green wooden
Adirondack chairs and further away, stretched between two large pines, was a
white canvas hammock.
When all her things were on the
dock, Blake turned to her. “Let me take
you to the cabin. There are a few things
I need to show you.”
He took off up the hill and Shasta
teetered along behind him, carefully avoiding large rocks that were in the
way. “Are you making it?” he called over
his shoulder.
“I’ve got this, don’t worry
about me,” she muttered.
Blake turned away and grinned to
himself. He was waiting for her when she
finally made it up the hill. “I hope you
brought other shoes.”
Out of breath, Shasta put her
hands on her hips and nodded.
He unlocked the door and held it
open for her to enter the cabin. She
stepped into an open room featuring a seating area in front of a fireplace
immediately to her right. Further into
the room, a kitchen was arranged in the back left quarter of the space with a
cast iron stove on the back wall and a kitchen table pushed against the right
wall down from the fireplace. Between
the fireplace and the kitchen table was a small desk that held some sort of
radio equipment. Shasta peered into an
alcove to her left and saw that it was a tiny bedroom.
“Now,” Blake was saying, “the
lights run on propane. You turn this
little lever and you can light them with a lighter. The fridge and the cooktop also run on
propane. Same thing, you turn the knob
and then light it with the lighter. I
already lit the pilot on the fridge and it should be fine.” He indicated a small metal box beneath the
kitchen counter.
Wordlessly, Shasta followed him
around the room, trying to take in all his instructions. “Now if you want to bake, or if you’re just
cold, you can build a fire in the stove.”
He showed her where to put the wood.
“And there’s always the fireplace.
Wood is stacked outside against the back of the cabin. I can always bring you more, too.”
He waved at the few kitchen
cabinets. “We’ve stocked the cabinets
and the refrigerator but if you need anything, just let me know.” He headed for the door. “Water comes from a spring near the front of
the island.”
“Wait. What?”
“Water. You know, to drink?”
Desperately, Shasta searched the
room, making a beeline to the sink.
Instead of a faucet, there was a green-painted old-fashioned hand
pump. She worked the handle a few times
and a spurt of water came out. She
looked back to him, bewildered.
“Well, you can’t drink
that. Not without boiling it for about
ten minutes. It comes straight out of
the lake. Use it for dishes and things. You can drink the spring water right out of
the ground.”
“Wait a second. Where’s the bathroom?”
“I was just going to show
you. Follow me.”
Blake headed out the door and
Shasta followed along behind him. He
turned down the right side of the cabin, following a narrow trail through the
trees. Shortly, the path opened onto a
small clearing and to the right of the clearing was a tiny log structure. “Here’s your bathroom,” he pointed.
She began to shake her
head. “Oh, no, no, no, no, no,” she
murmured. “There must be some
mistake. I don’t do outhouses. Does Eddie
know about this?” she demanded.
“Who’s Eddie?” Blake returned,
picturing the smarmy suit guy.
“No. Absolutely not. This is completely unacceptable. Besides,” she breathed deeply, trying to
regain her composure, “where is the shower?”
“Well, some guests bathe in the
lake.” He took in her incredulous
expression and continued. “On the other
hand, we do have a solar shower. I’ll show you.”
Shasta followed him down the
other side of the cabin, to the place where the tiny bedroom jutting out from
the main cabin made a little sheltered corner.
A post was situated in the corner with a pulley rigged to the top.
“This is a solar shower.” Blake held up a large flat rectangular vinyl
pouch that was clear on one side and black on the other. The clear side had a large round valve and
there was a handle on one end. The other
end had clear tubing attached and at the end of the tubing was a tiny shower
head.
“You fill this up with water,
seal the valve, and lay it out in the sun.
The dock is a good place.” He
watched as Shasta held her forehead with the palm of one hand, gaping at him in
disbelief. “Anyway, when you’re ready
for a shower, you hang it up here,” he indicated the pulley, “and just shower
away. The spruce trees right here make
for privacy, although you shouldn’t have any folks out on the lake, seeing as
how you’ve rented out the whole place.”
Wordlessly, Shasta turned and
hobbled back to the front of the cabin, sinking into one of the Adirondack
chairs. Blake followed, hands in his
pockets, uncertain whether or not to continue the tour. She glanced up at him, deciding to change
tacks.
“Listen,” she smoothed, “we seem
to have gotten off on the wrong foot.”
She pasted on her dazzling Shasta Pyke smile. “Obviously, there’s been some kind of
mistake.” Standing, she approached him,
pushing her glasses back up onto her head and fixing him with soft brown
eyes.
“Here’s the thing.” She reached out to stroke his arm, biting her
lower lip provocatively. “I can’t stay
here. And you don’t want me here, not
really. The place is already paid for. Just,” she stepped closer, brushing her
breasts against his arm, “maybe you could drive me someplace where I can get a
cab or an Uber or something, and I’ll be out of your hair.” She wrinkled her nose and winked. “What do you say?”
A slow smile spread across
Blake’s face. “What do I say?” He laughed lightly, shaking head. “I say, you’re a piece of work, lady.” With that, he turned. “I’ll leave you to it, then.”
“Wait!” she shouted after
him. “You can’t just leave me here!”
He waved over his head and
didn’t turn around.
“Come back here! You come back here right now!”
Wordlessly, he cast off from the
dock and pushed the boat away from the shallow water.
“What about my bags? They need to be taken to the cabin!”
“And it will be dark soon. So you might want to get on that,” Blake
chuckled.
Shasta was on the dock by now
and she stomped her foot, fists balled at her sides. “Do you know who I am?” she screamed.
“You look to me like a little
brat who needs her ass tanned,” he fired back.
She shrieked unintelligibly and
threw a rock at the boat. She missed by
a mile and the rock plonked harmlessly into the water.
Blake laughed again, started the
engine, and headed back to the lodge.
