[Siren Classic: Erotic Consensual BDSM Romance, bondage, flogging, spanking, wax play, HEA]
Officer Jon Randall might be the bad boy of the Kingston Bomb Squad team, but in the bedroom he's a Dominant force to be reckoned with. One night while serving his latest suspension on patrol, he runs into his former high school sweetheart, Chloe Watson.
There's just one hitch. Chloe doesn't remember him. With her sassy attitude still having the power to rev up his Dominant side, Randall is more determined than ever to not only make Chloe remember their time together, but also see her submit to his Dominance once again. When Chloe's life is threatened by an unknown source, Randall will do whatever it takes to keep her alive. If that means she needs a good spanking now and then to ensure that happens…well, so be it. But how can he protect her life when his day job puts his own life in jeopardy every single day?
A Siren Erotic Romance
4.5 LIGHTNING BOLTS: "I couldn't wait to read this book when I saw it. The title of the book just caught my attention. When I read this book I couldn't believe this was her first one. I can't wait to read the next book in the series. The author did a wonderful job with the plot of the story and keeping my attention. There wasn't just love and trying to get Chloe's memories back we also had action packed suspense that kept me guessing. I can't wait to find out the mystery of this cruel stalker. (Paragraph) Chloe is a woman that has moved away from her family and has lived in a town for several months and sill hasn't made any friends. All that changes one night when she is pulled over and meets a cop that she feels she should know but doesn't. The problem is that she can't remember the first six months of her sixteenth year. Something happened that made her forget it and all she has is a picture and some words that are spoken in her mind. (Paragraph) Jon Randall can't wait to get off of probation and get back on the bomb squad. When he pulls a woman in a car over one night he can't believe it is the woman that he has loved and never forgot. The thing that floors him the most is that she doesn't recognize him. He knows that he hasn't changed that much in ten years. When he finds out that she can't remember six months of her life and that was the time he was with her, he decides that he will help her remember. He knows that he won't let her go a second time.Only problem is how can they have a life when someone is out to make sure Chloe doesn't live? I just couldn't put this book down. It kept my attention until the very end. There was just so much going on in this book. I will warn you that there is some bondage, spanking and wax play. This book just keeps you in suspense all the way til the end." -- Nikki, Storm Goddess Book Reviews
4 STARS: "The Light in Her Eyes is sizzling hot read that is sure to heat your summer nights. A Dom in practice and in personality, Jon didn’t expect to meet his old flame in one of his patrol nights. Bringing feisty Chloe to submission and keeping her safe at the same time takes up a lot of the cop’s free time and brings an unexpected yet pleasing twist to his life. Unexpectedly touching, K.R. Haynes gifted her characters with abilities to feel deeply, in turn, bringing the readers with them. With a rare realistic ending, this book is sure to catch the fancy of suspense, erotica, and romance readers." -- Francine Alli, Book Reviews Magazine
4 STARS: "The plot is solid. The characters are well-developed. The sex is hot, hot, hot and not for the faint of heart. This is a book to read and re-read." -- Stephanie Rollins, Book Reviews R Us
She couldn’t believe he had the nerve to laugh at her fiery words. She glared at him in silence when recognition finally dawned on her on who was standing there laughing at her. Jon Randall. Chloe swore her cheeks must have turned the brightest shade of red ever. Damn the man and his impeccable timing.
He pointed to the empty seat across from hers and said to her, “What a pleasant surprise to see you here tonight, Chloe. May I join you?”
“If you must,” she muttered, lowering her eyes from his.
Hearing him chuckle at her as he slid into the seat across from her had Chloe cursing him under her breath.
His voice stroked over her overwrought nerves as he asked her, “So what brings you here to this fine establishment of ours tonight?”
Shrugging her shoulders, her fingers entwined around the stem of her wine glass. “Just had a need to get out of the house is all. What’s your reason?”
Randall just raised an eyebrow at her question while answering her. “Mine? Well I just finished my shift at the station and didn’t feel like heading home to a big ole empty house.”
She snorted at his answer while her eyes did a quick perusal of his gorgeous body. She had to admit he was looking mighty fine tonight. He took a good long swig of his beer while keeping his eyes on hers. Chloe knew the moment Randall picked up on her despondent demeanour when he frowned at her.
He placed his beer back down and stared across the table at her in silence. Chloe broke their eye connection and darted her gaze back over to the lovers dancing on the dance floor nearby them.
Before she could react, Randall slid out of the booth and pulled her to her feet and tugged her onto the dance floor with him. Of course he found the darkest and most intimate spot for them to dance in. He drew her up close to his taut frame. The scent of his cologne made her resistance to him weak at best. There was no possible way to resist him. He surrounded her completely with his presence. Before she could think about all the reasons why she shouldn’t, Chloe found herself melting against his body.
She needed this. She needed his strength, as hers was failing her big time tonight. Had he sensed it? Is that the reason why he wanted to dance with her, so he could offer up his strength and his comfort to her? If it was she appreciated his unspoken gesture. Chloe knew she was not herself tonight. Her birthdays always did this to her, always made her feel like she was celebrating a loss rather than celebrating her birth. It had been this way ever since she lost those missing six months of her memory back when she was sixteen years old.
She was beginning to wonder if she would ever find happiness in her birth again.
Neither she nor Randall said a word as they swayed their bodies together to their own rhythm of music. Gradually she wrapped her arms low around his waist and laid her head against his chest. He held her, just held her and moved them both to the rhythm of the music. Eventually, Randall rested his chin on top of her head while weaving a hand into the hair at her nape and held her closer to him. Closing her eyes briefly, Chloe took a moment to absorb his strength and the scent of him into her soul. If she had to describe this one moment to someone, she would tell them it was like being in heaven. That was what it felt like to her, being in his embrace as he guided her around the dance floor.
It felt so right being in his arms and dancing with him. Nothing else mattered to her. Nothing else existed outside his strong embrace. She felt safe here in his arms, and it was something she hadn’t felt in a long time. He made her feel protected and she needed his protection, especially with a sick bastard constantly leaving threatening messages to kill her.
The brush of his erection against the softness of her belly caused a soft moan to fall from her lips. And for the first time tonight, Chloe smiled. She actually smiled.
He knew what she was doing. He knew as soon as he spanked her already tender ass that her pussy would be begging to be touched. So her rubbing her thighs together, oh so innocently, was not going to go unnoticed by him. When Randall had left the lounge room, he had told his old friend to stay put, and not to come looking for him if he didn’t return in five minutes.
So here he was standing in the kitchen with his sassy little lover who was begging to be touched by him. He wasn’t about to deny her or himself the pleasure of a release.
“Stop what you’re doing right now, little girl.” Randall waited for Chloe to respond to his command. When she didn’t, he crowded in on her, forcing her back toward the kitchen bench. “I said stop, Chloe, and I mean now.”
Staring at her, Randall counted quietly to ten. When she stopped he raised his voice a little higher but not loud enough for Mick to hear in the next room. “Spread your legs, little girl, and do it now.”
Slowly Chloe spread her stance for him. She peeked up at him through lowered lashes. Randall could see the heat in her eyes. Oh yeah, she wanted him right here, right now. There was no doubt in his mind that pussy of hers would be aching and soaking wet for him. Just the way he liked it to be.
Crossing his arm over his chest, he stared at her and waited to hear his sub beg him to touch her. Randall knew he wouldn’t have to wait long before the words fell from her pouty, soft lips. Words he wanted to hear. “Please, Jon, please touch me, Sir. Please, I need you,” she pleaded to him.
Hearing her beg him to touch her was so damn sweet and sexy, Randall couldn’t refuse her. Reaching forward, he clamped his hands on the front of her sweatpants and dragged them down her legs to the floor. The fact that she wore no underwear underneath her sweatpants ramped up his own arousal. Chloe stepped out of them without a command needed from him. Running his fingertips up the outside of her bare legs to her waist, her breathing increased under his light touch. Slipping his hands between her thighs he ran his fingertips in a light caress up and down her inner thighs. His fingers stayed clear of her weeping pussy, much to Chloe’s utter disappointment if her whimpering was anything to go by.
“Tell me, precious, do you deserve to come after making such a sassy comment to me in front of company?”
“I–I’m sorry, Sir. I never meant to...oh god...embarrass you.” Her voice wavered slightly from his teasing fingers hovering near her dripping cunt.
Pinching her nipple hard with his forefinger and thumb through the shirt she had on, he growled at her. “That wasn’t answering my question, little girl.” Releasing her tight little bud from his unyielding grip, Randall travelled his fingertips back down her inner thighs as he repeated his question to her. “Do you deserve to come, Chloe?”
“No, Sir, I don’t deserve to come, not after embarrassing you so poorly.”
“Good answer, little girl.” Sliding a hand back up her thigh, Randall slipped a fingertip through the damp folds of her pussy. Gripping her hip with the other hand, he tugged her closer to him and leaned in. “Since you apologised so sweetly, little girl, I will reward you with permission to come on my fingers. After you’ve come, you’re going to get on your knees and suck my cock until I feed you my cum. Nod your head so I know you understand me.” Chloe eagerly nodded her head at him. Her whole body shook against his as it demanded for a release.
Spreading the damp folds of her pussy lips open with one hand, Randall slid two fingers from his other hand deep inside her tight, wet core. “Fuck, you’re so damn wet for me, Chloe.” He kissed her lips hard and plunged his tongue into her hot, moist cavern of a mouth. She moaned against him. When she lifted her fingers to lace them into his hair, he grabbed both of her wrists with one hand and held them down on the bench behind her. Pulling back slightly from his dominating kiss, he nibbled lightly on her bottom lip. “You’re so fucking ready for me, precious,” he murmured hungrily to her.
Her moist, hot core was begging to be filled by him. He needed his achingly hard cock in her hot little cunt, not his goddamn fingers. Shit, his woman was making him crazy with lust.
“Unzip me, little girl. Do it now,” Randall demanded to her.
Chloe reached for the zipper of his jeans with shaky fingers. After she unzipped his jeans and pushed them down to his thighs, Randall reached for her. Lifting her up onto the bench, he tilted her hips up and spread her thighs wide. He gripped the base of his cock and lined up the tip to her weeping entrance. Clasping his lips over hers to silence any moans from escaping, he drove his cock deep into her tight little cunt.