To those of you who don’t know me, I write romance. Not just any romance, but HAWT, steamy romance. My novella, The Perfect Secretary, spun an erotic fantasy about a boss and his secretary. Who knew it would become #2 Bestseller/Top Rated book at All Romance eBooks and reach as high as #63 – Amazon Top 100 Paid – Kindle – Erotica.

2_27 to sir with love To Sir, With Love is book #3 in the Perfect Secretary series, and revolves around Jonah Carter, our favorite bad boy introduced in book #2, The Invitation.

I thought the best way for you to meet him was to join me and my friend, Michelle, at Club Breathless…..

Welcome to Club Breathless
“You’re new here.”

It was a statement, not a question. I looked at the server and nodded. Even though I wrote about Club Breathless, I’d never crossed the threshold until tonight. And after reading the rules and signing a confidentiality agreement, I wasn’t sure if meeting my friend Michelle here was such a good idea.

“You’ll do fine. Just breathe.”

Some of the tension holding me rigid eased and I managed to give the server, whose name tag stated Ava, a tight smile.

“Thanks, Ava. Can I get a rum and coke?”

“Sure. Light, amber or dark?”

“Light please.

She scribbled onto her pad. “How do you know you didn’t order a Dominant?”

At my tiny gasp she grinned and pivoted toward the bar. Good thing I have a sense of humour, otherwise I’d beat a hasty retreat.

Ava had just set my drink in front of me when I spotted Michelle, hovering at the entrance and I waved her over to our booth. She sat across from me and gave Ava her order.

“Thanks for meeting me here, Michelle.”

“Are you kidding? Who doesn’t want to see the club you wrote about?”

She scanned the interior, her eyes widening when she reached the area behind us. “Uhhh…. Who is the gorgeous hunk over at the bar?”

I glanced over my shoulder and for the second time that night emitted a little gasp.

Seated on a bar stool, one long leg propped on the brass ring, the other stretched out in front of him was Jonah Carter. Light from a wrought iron sconce highlighted his cheekbones and made his midnight blue eyes look even darker, if possible. Firm lips moved into a smile as he spoke to Ava, and that oh-so-famous dimple creased the side of his cheek.

“That’s Jonah Carter,” I whispered, even though he couldn’t possibly hear me over the music.

The Jonah Carter? Isn’t he a Dungeon Keeper or something like that?”

“Dungeon Master.” I sighed and rolled my eyes. “Have you read any of my stories? He and the more experienced Doms make sure everything at Club Breathless is safe, sane and consensual.”

“Does he like meeting new people?” Michelle’s voice sounded strangely breathy and I knew, without even looking up, that Jonah had joined us. Tingles of heat spread through my body at the thought of such an experienced Dominant singling us out.

“Good evening, ladies.” His rough Cajun accent feathered down my spine and my stomach did a funny little flip. I have a good idea why Beth Sanders fell for this man. He oozed sexuality.

Michelle scooted over, patting the empty space beside her. She practically purred as his big frame filled the seat across from me, “You must be Jonah Carter. Madison told me everything about you

He looked directly at me and his right eyebrow rose. “Everything?”

I bit back a tiny sigh. Could the man get any sexier?

“Oh yes,” Michelle continued. “How you hired Beth Sanders to be your secretary and she had no idea you were also the Dungeon Master teaching her to be a good submissive. Very naughty of you, keeping Beth blindfolded all the time.”

“Well, Michelle, as Madison likes to say, ‘some things are meant to be naughty’.” He leaned across the table and cradled my hand. Mesmerized, I watch his thumb stroke softly across the back of my fingers.

When Jonah lifted the hand-I’ll-never-wash-again to his mouth, I forgot to breathe. His tiny smile against my skin told me that he knew it too. “Next time give some advance notice. I’ll escort you around the club and introduce you to some of the… perks that come with being a Dungeon Master.”

His smouldering gaze, rife with promise, assured me he’d make it worth my while.

Instantly my nipples puckered into tight buds at the silent suggestion and I clenched my thighs to ease the ache. I can’t help the quick flash of disappointment when he stood and nodded to Michelle, then stroked my cheek with the back of his fingers.

“I look forward to seeing you again.”

Both of us watched him walk away, his stride graceful and fluid, like a panther.

When I finally looked back at Michelle, she mouthed the word, ‘Wow’.

“See?” I said with a shrug, “I had to write about him.”

About the Author:2_27 Madison Edwards By day Madison works in a busy Human Resource office of a local police service. By night she transforms into a bestselling erotic author. She is fluent in Starbucks Spanish and when she’s not in front of her computer sipping a non-fat, no foam latte she loves to spend time with friends and family, amazing them with her recall of completely nonsensical trivia.

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