Learning To Drown

excessica publishing

Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 65,400
11 Ratings (4.2)

Ember is into the whole abduction scenario. She tries and tries to coach her boyfriend Damien in the fine art of being her abductor and sexual tyrant. It's not working. One night, while locked in his truck's tool box, she's towed from Damien's property. Lucas Crow, freelance repo man and all around growly dominant, rescues her from her self-imposed prison. He even takes her home, feeds her and gets her cuffs off when it becomes evident that Damien is not coming to her rescue.

Taken with Ember and her story, Lucas gives her a choice. Stay in her unhappy relationship and play 'games' (basically dominating Damien by dictating his behavior) or stay with him as his 'captive' and learn what true surrender is. It's like learning to drown, giving up to get where you want to be. Ember is eerily taken with this man and his quiet and sure ways. The more she discovers the more she wants to discover. Like his history, his back story, where that sexy scar in his eyebrow came from.

When Ember meets Matthew Crow, she's not sure she can do what might be expected of her. Matthew's everything his brother isn't. He's mouthy, petulant, younger and spoiled. And he informs her on the way to a repo job, that they share women–he and Lucas. And they're going to share her–and he can't wait to get his taste.

Ember is torn. Stay and get to experience more of the sexual talents of Lucas and Matthew Crow or leave. Does she stay and learn to drown and maybe experience the erotic levels she truly craves, or does she keep struggling and never learn the joy of submission and surrender?

Learning To Drown
11 Ratings (4.2)

Learning To Drown

excessica publishing

Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 65,400
11 Ratings (4.2)
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A story about two people that both had pasts they needed to come to terms with and work through them in order to find love together.
Good story line.
One of the best BDSM novels I have ever read! Ember is a woman seeking to discover "more" in her sexual relationship and is trying sex games as the means. But being accidentally locked in her boyfriend's truck tool box when his truck is towed brings her "game" to a halt and her into another context, one where she will discover more about herself and learn to trust in a way she never thought possible. It is a novel which embodies the truth that becoming a captive can often be the best road to freedom. The paradox in this novel is that Lucas, a repro man and Dom, has to learn to give up as well--not in the BDSM sense, but by allowing Ember into areas of his heart he has held apart from anyone for years. He is challenged by his brother's perpetual adolescence and as he learns about himself, sees Ember growing and maturing in her relationship with herself and with Lucas, he can begin to have a healthy relationship with Matthew on a level never before possible. This is a very emotional novel and one that is not always easy to read. But like all complicated stories, it is one that will challenge the preconceived ideas of the reader as well as engage the mind and heart. There are some really overt BDSM scenes in the book and those who are offended by these need to be aware. But the underlying sensitivity of Lucas as a person is always present and his initial care of Ember when he discovers her in the truck are heart-warming. Her boyfriend--well, that's another horse of a different color. What is his first concern? Ember? Well, suffice it to say that his true nature and priorities are revealed. It is a wonderful piece of romance fiction and one that is both on my favorites list as well as "to be read again" list.
Dr. J
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Claudia R., Manic Readers Reviews, 4.5/5 Stars!

"Learning to Drown was a wonderful story that kept me hooked from the very first pages... I love Miss Marsden’s stories and eagerly look forward to the next one that will take me to a whole new world where nothing is off limits."

Seriously Reviewed, 16.5/20 Score!

"Sommer is one of those writers that can create a symphony on the pages and even if you aren’t a lover of classical music you may still find yourself closing your eyes and letting the beauty of the melody wash over you. This story, along with all her others, has definitely sealed the deal. I will read ANYTHING that Sommer Marsden EVER writes!!!! She is just that damn good."

Karyl, Dark Diva Reviews, 5/5 Divas!

"...[A] great read. Sommer Marsden created unique characters and situations that were so interesting it was hard for me to stop reading until I was finished."

Lea, BlackRaven's Reviews, 5/5 Ravens!

"...[A] strong and stirring book that will grab you and not let you go... The dance of the story is two steps forward and one step back and in Learning to Drown it works beautifully... For those who are comfortable with the less sanitized version of BDSM than is often found in the BDSM romance, Learning to Drown will be a memorable read."

Zoe, Readers' Roundtable, 4.5/5 Crowns!

"Passionate, emotional, thought-provoking... virtually explodes with life, drama and feeling... if you like to stretch your boundaries and see things from another perspective, Learning to Drown may well be the best book you’ll buy in quite a while. I certainly hope Ms Marsden plans on revisiting this world..."

Vicky, Sizzling Hot Reads, 5/5 Hearts!

"For those of you who like racier, outside-the-box stories, Learning to Drown is exceptional... an unusual and remarkable story that takes BDSM to a different, new level."

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When that lid swung back, revealing a blue-black sky dotted with pinpricks of white stars, I cried. I imagined this is what it was like to be pulled from the ocean in a riptide right before you started sucking water into your lungs. A very big man gazed in at me, saying nothing at all. My body clenched tight like a fist. I didn’t think it was possible to be colder than I was right at that moment. His mouth moved but all I heard were my own hysterical sobs. I was inexplicably terrified now that I had been saved.

“What?” My teeth chattered louder. I couldn‘t hear him over my own clicking jaws. “One more time,” I said.

“I said, come here. Take my hand.” And then he simply took my bound hands in his. He pulled me to my feet. My body balked at unclenching. It hurt to unbend myself.

“Green, eh?” He smiled. When my knees gave out, he caught me. Effortlessly. As if I were some tiny boneless rag doll instead of long and leggy and completely awkward at the moment. I realized he meant my bra and panties.

“I was feeling spring like.” My body melded to him instantly. He could have been Jack the Ripper and it wouldn’t have mattered. He was warm.

“Too bad for you it’s like twelve degrees,” he said. “But I’m digging the panties. And the thought behind them.” The truck rocked when he walked to the edge of the bed. When he jumped to the ground, I prayed again. Please do not let the large slightly scary man drop me. My legs are bound. So are my hands. All my bones will break. Please let him be athletic. Amen.

He landed easily but I huddled closer. “Freezing,“ I said. I yawned. I was so tired.

The stranger smoothed his hand over my ass, thumbed the back of my thigh. His fingers stroked my lower back. His hands tried to warm me but there was too much of me bare to warm. My body responded, though sluggishly, when he palmed my bottom. His heat penetrated me. “F-f-freezing,” I said.

“I’m working on it. Let’s get you in the cab. I have some overalls in the back and I think a spare jacket. The heat’s on full blast. And then…” He laughed again. It was a nice only slightly terrifying laugh.


“We’ll deal with the cuffs.”

I rubbed my hands together as well as I could while cuffed. I buried my face against his blue jacket and willed myself to vanish. To time travel back and decide tonight was not the night for the abduction game. He opened the cab and the light winked on. His eyes were dark brown and warm. Laugh lines crowded the corners, stubble peppered his chin. Dirty blond hair and a sharp nose. “I’m still here, “ I said. Beyond embarrassed, beyond mortified.

He pulled the knots and freed my legs, face intent like he was working a puzzle. “Yep. Sorry, it wasn’t a dream, girl. Just you and me. Your knight in shining armor.” He smirked and left me on the cracked vinyl seat. The heater poured warm air over me. I put my hands out to soak it up.

“But you are my knight in shining armor,” I said. It was safe to say it because he wasn‘t there to hear.

When he got back he looked less sure of himself. Or maybe he was just freaked out by finding prisoner me locked up like a heroine in a bad horror movie. “Did you steal me?“ I blurted. God help me, my panties were wet. I didn’t realize until I blurted it out, but there it was. And what was there to stop him from seeing that if he chose to look? Nothing at all. The panties certainly were not going to shield me from those eyes.

Stupid abduction fixation. What a time for it to rear its head. Now. With nothing between his gaze and my truth but a pair of lime green panties. A very real urge to kiss him arose. Followed closely by the need to have him kiss me.

“Technically, yes. Does that flip your switch?” He wrapped me in a thick wool blanket. “Better than the overalls while you still have those on.” He nodded to the shiny silver cuffs holding me captive. “So back to our conversation, don’t ignore me--does that get you off?”

I studied my fingernails, busted and cracked now from my ordeal. I watched him work bolt cutters over the chain between the cuffs. “A bit. The whole abduction thing is a fantasy kind of thing for me.” Jesus. Why was I telling him this? Easy. He’d asked me and I felt compelled to answer.

He nodded as if it were the most normal thing in the world. “I figured it was something like that. No big deal. Do you possibly want to know my name?” The metal chain parted like warm butter and there I sat in two heavy silver, but separate, bracelets.

“Thank you,” I said. “And yes, I would very much like to know. What is your name? My name is Ember Sullivan.”

He stared at me. “Ember. Nice. Very hot. And I’m sure that is the first time you’ve heard that.” He pulled a pair of overalls from the front seat and tossed them to me. “My name is Lucas. Or Luke if you prefer. And I just took your boyfriend’s truck because he hasn’t been paying and it’s my job. I repo from guys like that.”

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