It’s
been a month since Sarah Marshall was kidnapped and held at knife-point by her
ex-fiance. But Jesse Colter and Adam
Sinclair, her two loving Doms, know that there is an even deadlier threat still
out there—Ryder Malone.
He blames both
Sarah and Jesse for sending him to prison eight years ago for attempted rape,
and he’s determined to make them pay.
So, he begins a systematic campaign of terror and intimidation against
them. But the danger he poses doesn’t
end there.
Set against the
deepening love and commitment between Sarah, Jesse, and Adam, Owning Sarah is
more than just a sexy, sensual, BDSM love story. It is a harrowing race against time for
Jesse, Adam, and a team of former SEALs to stop one of the biggest arms-for-drugs
deals in U.S. history. And to rescue
Sarah before Malone sells her to a human trafficker and she’s lost to her men
forever.
Owning Sarah,
Story Excerpt
Maggie reached
out to grab the check, but a quelling look from Jesse had her drawing back her
hand. “I see what you mean,” she murmured as they were getting back into the
car. “Definitely bossy.”
Sarah giggled.
“Oh, God, you don’t know the half of it.”
“Does he
bite?”
“Um…”Sarah’s
cheeks flamed, and it was Cassie and Maggie’s turn to giggle.
Jesse ahemed loudly. “If you ladies are finished
assassinatin’ my character, may I ask where we’re goin’?”
“Oh, right.
We’re meeting Lisa and Heather in an hour at the bridal salon in Williamsburg.”
Sarah gave him the name and address of the store, watching him enter it into
his Onstar before merging onto I-64 and heading east.
Lisa and
Heather were already there when Jesse finally pulled into a parking spot right
in front of the historic old building that housed the salon. For the next three
hours the five women bonded over a veritable flurry of gorgeous gowns and
dresses. Although, initially, Lisa’s goth looks drew a few stares and more than
one raised eyebrow from the shop’s other patrons, she was still a giggly girl
at heart and threw herself wholeheartedly into the spirit of the occasion.
Despite their widely disparate backgrounds, the women found they had a lot in
common, not the least of which was their love and admiration for Sarah
Marshall.
Adam and Jesse
stood back, arms folded across their chests, watching the goings-on in mild
amusement. The first four gowns Sarah tried on and modeled for them were
lovely, but nothing special in their opinion. Not nearly special enough for the
love of their life, although they assured her she looked spectacular in each
one. It wasn’t until she walked slowly out of the dressing room wearing the
fifth gown that their hearts plummeted to the floor before jerking back up and
spinning like yo-yos. As soon as they saw the beatific smile on her face, they
knew she’d found the gown of her dreams. It was a strapless, close-fitting,
ivory peau de soie that hugged all
her curves before flaring slightly below the hips to fall gracefully to the
floor. It was beaded all over in a simple, subtle pattern of vines and flowers.
Instead of a veil she wore a coronet of silk freesias, orange blossoms,
stephanotis, and daisies, Sarah’s favorite flower.
Not that Jesse
and Adam knew any of that. Nor did they care. All they cared about was that she
looked so exquisite, so elegant, so ethereal standing there looking up at them
hesitantly, neither man could control the emotions tightening their chests, nor
the sting of sudden tears in their eyes.
Fighting the lump in his throat, Jesse dropped his
arms and strode over to her, pulling her gently, almost reverently into his
arms. “God, sugar, I love you so much. I’ve never seen anythin’ more beautiful
in my life than you in this dress. I can’t wait to see you walkin’ down the
aisle toward me,” he whispered. Lifting a hand to wipe the tear from her cheek
with his thumb, he threaded his fingers through her hair and palmed the side of
her face. After staring at her for what seemed like forever, he lowered his
head, barely touching his lips to hers in a kiss that sank deep into her soul,
robbing her of her ability to think. A kiss that went on and on, holding
everyone else in the salon in thrall, as if a binding spell had been cast upon
them.
When he
finally lifted his head, the room seemed to sigh as he stepped aside to let
Adam take his place. His kiss was just as reverent, just as arousing, just as
adoring as Jesse’s, and as it lengthened, one of the bridal consultants, whose
name tag said Debbie, poked her elbow into Maggie’s side. “Where do I get me
one of those?” she asked out of the side of her mouth.
“Wish I knew,”
Maggie replied.
“So, which one
is she marrying?” the other consultant whispered curiously, neither of them
taking their eyes off of the kissing couple, both pairs of eyes widening as
Jesse stepped up behind Sarah and put his arms around her, sandwiching her
between them.
A chorus of
feminine “Oo-o-o-hs ” soughed around the room.
“Both.”
“Well, that’s hardly fair.” Debbie said,
sounding a bit miffed.
Maggie
grimaced. “Tell me about it.”
Finally, Adam raised his head and grinned down at the lovely woman
looking at him with a dazed expression. Her lips were kiss-swollen and slightly
parted as her breaths came in short, trembling sighs. Applause broke out all
around the salon, along with a few wolf whistles. “We seem to be attracting
attention, sweet pea,” Adam said, lifting his head to glance around the room.
“Huh?” It was all she was capable of. Her ability to
form words into sentences, something she had excelled at not twenty minutes
earlier, seemed to have deserted her.
Adam laughed and both men released her. “Looks like
you’ve found your weddin’ gown, baby,” Jesse said.
“You really like it?” she asked, although she knew
the answer. She’d known the minute she’d seen the looks on their faces as she’d
walked toward them wearing this gown. She was just fishing for compliments. A
gal could never get too many compliments.
“The only thing we’ll like better than seein’ you in
that dress on our weddin’ day,” Jesse murmured softly, “is takin’ you out of it
on our weddin’ night.”
“Another thing to look forward to,” Adam added with
a wicked grin.
OWNING
SARAH ADULT EXCERPT
She awoke to
slabs of sunlight falling across the chocolate-brown, satin-striped comforter
that had been thrown over her. She was lying on her left side. Adam was behind
her, cradling her buttocks against his groin, his arm tight around her, one
hand cupping her breast possessively. His erect penis nestled against her lower
spine.
Adam sensed
her transition into wakefulness. “Hey, sweet pea. Have a nice sleep?”
“So it would
seem.” Her body tightened in a condensed stretch. “Where’s Jesse?”
“Still at
the hospital. Ogre just woke up, so Jesse’s questioning him.”
She snuggled
her butt tighter against him. He was as naked as she was. And completely,
totally aroused. His cock was like a baseball bat pressed into the crease of
her ass.
He kissed
the soft, warm skin of her neck. It felt like liquid satin against his lips.
“Christ, sweet pea, you’re so soft. Softer than whipped cream. And you smell so
sweet.” He lifted his hand from her breast and clenched it in the shiny brown
mass of her hair, pulling it to his face and inhaling deeply. “So fucking
sweet.”
She turned
around in his embrace until she was facing him. He pulled her against him and
she could feel his rock-hard cock pulsing and straining against her belly.
Cradling the side of her face, fingers still tangled in the silken strands of
her hair, he claimed her mouth in a deep, drugging kiss. A kiss that stole the
breath from her lungs and sent fire raging throughout her system.
When he
released her, she was shaking with a need so powerful she feared it would
destroy her. He opened his eyes and devoured her with his hungry gaze.
“How soon
will Jesse be back?” she asked, not daring to breathe.
“Not for
hours.” He ducked his head to kiss her nose. “He’s giving us this time, love.
Time for us to be alone. Just the two of us. So, let’s not be Master and sub
for a while. Let’s just be Adam and Sarah.”
“Fine,” she
said cheekily. “As long as I get to be Sarah.”
He laughed. “You
can be anybody you want. As long as you’re mine.”
“I am yours,
Adam. You own me. You and Jesse.” She arched hard against him, feeling his
erection thickening and growing between them. Her hand reached up to trace his
aquiline nose, noticing for the first time, the tiny, indented scar nearly
hidden by his eyebrow. She touched it gently. “Stray bullet?”
“A rock.”
Her hand
stilled. “Afghanistan?”
“Millard
Fillmore Elementary School. Third grade.”
She laughed,
her gaze following her questing fingers as they traveled across his golden
blond eyebrows, down the smooth slope of his cheek. Then her fingers flattened
and curved around his neck and up to follow the perfect shape of his head,
stroking his curls, shining like gold in the slanting sunlight, warm and soft
to her touch.
When she’d
completed the circuit, she lifted her gaze to his. They stared into each
other’s eyes, feeling rather than seeing each other’s skin flush dark with
arousal. Hearing rather than seeing the sudden labored quality of their breathing.
Without moving, without speaking, they both knew what was coming next.
“Are you
going to fuck me, Adam?” she asked quietly.
He shook his
head. “No, angel. I’m going to make love to you.”
She closed
her eyes. A shivery little moan of anticipation left her throat.
He took her
mouth again, thrusting his tongue into her moist, warm cavern, savoring the
sweetness of her honey. He drank from her like a parched man drinks from a cool
mountain spring in a desperate effort to slake his thirst. A thirst he knew could
never be slaked.
No matter
how many times he took her, no matter how many times they made love, it would
never be enough. His need for her was a vast and endless yearning that could
never be satisfied. Not even in a million years of loving. She was his life.
His light. His joy. She was the very air that he breathed. Without her his soul
would wither and die. “I love you, Sarah. More than I’ll ever be able to tell
you in a million lifetimes.” The words were ripped from his heart.
“You’ve given me something so precious, I would die if it were ever taken from
me. Something I’ve never had before.”
At her
questioning look, he speared his fingers through her hair, cradling the side of
her face in his large hand. “You, angel. You’ve given me you. And with that one
gift, you’ve given me everything a man could ever want—love. Happiness. A
haven…a home.” Then his mouth was on hers in a crushing kiss that awoke every
nerve ending in her body.
She
responded by pressing against him, tiny little mewls of pleasure issuing from
her throat as she returned each stroking jab of his tongue with one of her own.
They were still kissing when he rolled her onto her back, covering her breast
once more, rubbing his palm abrasively over the hard nub of her nipple. Her
mewling cries turned into outright moans as pleasure slashed through her.
He lifted
his head to look down at her. His gaze was hard. Hot. Hungry. “Are you ready
for me, sweet pea? Are you wet and dripping for me?”
“Y-yes.” She
was wet, dripping all down the insides of her thighs onto the sheet.
“Is your
body aching to join with mine? Aching for my possession?” His eyes were
glittering with white-hot arousal.
“Y-yes.” It
was a low moan, swallowed, as she sucked in her breath. Her belly clenched, hot
cream was pouring from her in a tide. When she finally found her voice, she
didn’t recognize it as her own. “Yes, my darling. I am ready for you. Aching
for you.”
“Spread your
legs, Sarah mine,” he ordered. His voice was harsh, but not with anger.
With need. Hot, destructive need. Need that flamed in the blue depths of his
eyes as they looked at her. Devoured her. Incinerated her.
AUTHOR BIOGRAPHY
Julie has always loved stories, both reading and
writing them. A career as a children’s librarian eventually led to her dream
career as a freelance storyteller and puppeteer, a business she operated
successfully for twenty-five years. During that time she created and
wrote all the original material for a monthly language arts resource newsletter
for early childhood educators. For that endeavor she won the prestigious
EDPRESS Award, given by the Educational Press Association of America. She
has also written other resource materials for preschool and early elementary
teachers.
Now she writes erotic romances, thus following the
basic children’s-performer-to-
erotica-author career path blazed by so many
of her fellow writers.
WHAT’S IN A NAME?
Loving Sarah, my first book, started with a name. Jesse
Colter. As soon as it appeared in my mind I knew that I would have to
write a book about a man named Jesse Colter. I couldn’t stop thinking about
him. What would someone named Jesse Colter look like? Smell like?
Sound like? Be like? For months I let him take shape in my thoughts
until I felt I knew everything about him. He’s 6’3”, black hair, half
Native American. with skin the color of the sun shining on polished bronze,
eyes so dark they look black. Aquiline nose, high cheekbones, and a
square jaw, give his face a dark, brooding sort of nobility. He’s strong,
stalwart, a man of honor and integrity. He exudes power and sensuality,
commanding any room he enters.
He survived a horrendous childhood, with no mother and an abusive, alcoholic
father who used him as a punching bag, At age nineteen, he was in a downward
spiral, heading for a bleak, uncertain future.
And that’s when he met Sarah Marshall. She was just thirteen when he
came running across the lawn to rescue her from a thirty-foot fall out of a
tree. Their bond was instantaneous and unbreakable. They couldn’t
have been more different—she was the daughter of a judge, descendant of English
aristocrats, raised in the lap of luxury, he was the mixed blood, illegitimate
son of a native American prostitute and the town drunk.
I felt compelled to tell his and Sarah’s story. But stories often have
a way of being hijacked by their own characters and
Loving Sarah was no
exception. Imagine my surprise to learn that Jesse Colter was a
Dom. That his best friend, another Dom, was also in love with
Sarah. That after eight years of being a Navy SEAL, Jesse was determined
to claim Sarah as his forever submissive, no matter what it took. Jesse
Colter took over his own story, and by the time I realized that I couldn’t
possibly do him justice in only one book, it was too late. I had too much
material. To keep the finished book to a reasonable size (say, under
eighty pounds) I was going to have to (gasp)
leave stuff out!
Now, asking an author to
leave stuff out is like asking an Olympic
runner to cut off a leg. But that’s what I was faced with when, all of a
sudden…
(harp music, rays of sunlight beaming through clouds)…the thought
occurred to me. Why not let Jesse tell his story over
two books?
That way I not only
wouldn’t have to
leave stuff out, I
could write even
more stuff! Win-win, right? (Big thumbs up). J
Hence, the upcoming publication (
September
25) of
Owning Sarah, the long-awaited sequel to
Loving
Sarah. Both books are Siren M/f/M Menage Amours, BDSM Collection,
both have a Heat Rating of Sextreme.
Owning Sarah is available NOW
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Loving Sarah
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