Come explore the newer, naughtier Maverick’s, where you are in control of the story.
It’s been a year since the decadent BDSM club was gutted in a fire. Tegan has scored an invitation to the grand reopening, where she can finally indulge the needs she’s ignored for too long. On her wicked wish list: a thorough spanking, adventurous playmates and complete erotic satisfaction.
As a switch, Tegan can find pleasure as either a sub or a Domme. The question is what—and who—is she in the mood for tonight?
Master Grant: dominant and drop-dead gorgeous, he hasn’t forgotten their last encounter. He’ll make sure Tegan gets what she craves—if she submits to him alone.
Eli: the sexy switch has always wanted more from Tegan. But taking their relationship to the next level could mean risking their friendship.
Adam: the last man Tegan expects to encounter at the club, but one she’d love to see more of—if he behaves…
Choose which ending you want for Tegan, or explore all of the sensual possibilities.
Tegan held the embossed invitation between her thumb and forefinger as she crossed the street toward the club. The air was chilly for May, but there was no way she was going to hide under a jacket tonight. Not after the hours she’d spent getting ready.
Mavericks had finally reopened.
Like many of the club’s members, she’d been devastated when she’d learned of the attack on Josh and the subsequent fire that had destroyed much of the inside of the building. Mavericks was one of the few places Tegan felt she could let her guard down and be herself. Even now as she stood outside, wearing her black corset, leather skirt and high-heels, she wasn’t scared to let anyone see her.
Wouldn’t her co-workers freak if they realized what she liked to do on a Friday night.
“Ladies and gentlemen, can I have your attention please.” Leo, one of the bouncers filled the doorway with his mass. “If you’re not a member, meaning you don’t have an invitation, you will not be getting in tonight. No bribes. No pouting. Nothing. You can leave now.”
Tightening her hold on her invitation, Tegan watched as several couples drifted away. Sure things would get back to normal soon enough, but it was awesome to know that tonight, the club’s reopening, would be the normal group.
She really missed them.
“Ah Tegan, sweetie. You’re lookin’ hot tonight.” Leo took her invitation when it was finally her turn to step up to the door. “Makes me wish I wasn’t working the late shift.”
Not that she’d ever said anything to him, but she’d always had a bit of a thing for the bouncer. “Well, one of these nights you’re going to have to ask Josh for a night off so you can come play.”
“I would, but Josh isn’t running the show here anymore.”
“Shit, I forgot. How is he doing?”
“The club in Vancouver has really taken off. Paul said Josh will be flying here next month to check in on us and see how we’re all doing. I got the feeling though he wanted to let Paul get things up and running, establish himself as the new manager with everyone before he showed up again.”
Someone behind them coughed loud enough to interrupt their conversation. Of course, everyone was anxious to get in there and she was holding up the show.
“Well, talk to Paul about it. See if he’ll cut you some slack” She winked at Leo. “I better get moving.”
Leo winked back as she sauntered by and into the darkness of the club.
God, she wanted to savor this moment. Moving slowly, Tegan let the pounding beat of the music wash over her. The heavy bass sent an echoing thud through her chest that rivaled her heartbeat. The trance beat was wordless and she found herself moving to the rhythm as she stepped from the dark entrance and into the main floor of the club.
Christine d'Abo © 2012 Carina Press