The Devil’s Boudoir Series
Secret Dom
By Robin McKnight
Published by Horny Devil Publishing
Copyright 2013 Robin McKnight
ISBN 978-1-62518-033-9
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
The Devil’s Boudoir Series: Secret Dom Copyright © 2013 Robin McKnight Edited by Frank Lee and Colette Stone
Cover art by Dee Allen
Electronic book publication
With the exception of quotes used in reviews, this book may not be reproduced or used in whole or in part by any means existing without written permission from the publisher, Horny Devil Publishing LLC, P.O. Box 2508, Palm City, FL 34991 .
Warning: The unauthorized reproduction or distribution of this copyrighted work is illegal. No part of this book may be scanned, uploaded or distributed via the Internet or any other means, elect ronic or print, without the publisher’s permission. Criminal copyright infringement, including infringement without monetary gain, is investigated by the FBI and is punishable by up to 5 years in federal prison and a fine of $250,000. ( http://www.fbi.gov/ipr/ ). Please purchase only authorized electronic or print editions and do not participate in or encourage the electronic piracy of copyrighted material. Your support of the author’s rights is appreciated.
This book is a work of fiction and any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or places, events or locales is purely coincidental. The characters are productions of the author’s imagination and used fictitiously.
Dedication
Secret Dom is dedicated to my mother and my sister, both of whom encouraged me to start writing and have been incredibly supportive of my budding career as an author. Thanks for everything!
Chapter One
The note flitted to the floor from between the sales papers and junk mail she’d grabbe d from the mail box as she unlocked the door. The envelope was stunning — ecru — with beautiful black calligraphy, sealed with a black silk ribbon and a large “E” embossed on the face of the envelope. Oddly enough, there was no address or post mark — just her name. Rissa kicked off her black patent leather stilettos, leaving them on the floor by the door. Her purse and the rest of the junk mail landed in a clumsy pile on the entry hall table. A tapestry of black and white furniture in clean lines and solid, patternless linens welcomed her home. Rissa had never been one for florals or bright colors. She appreciated more the discipline of a classic black and white pallet and the order of a simple room décor. Sleek and modern, her loft lacked the warmth of one thing — a man.
Since Deacon moved out, her loft seemed empty, emphasizing the fact that she was alone. She headed to the kitchen, trying not to notice all the missing things along her way. His briefcase next to her purse, his suit jacket slung over the back of the bar chair, his keys and wallet on the bar, even that yappy little Chihuahua, George, had seemed to make her loft seem more like home. With them gone, it felt more like an expensive hotel room. Even though eight and a half months had passed, she still missed him. As much as she missed the man she’d fallen in love with, she knew it was better this way. Deacon had changed. The man who walked out that door was not the man who’d carried her across the threshold for the first time. Still, she missed just having another person in the room. The gorgeous actors on her favorite primetime dramas only provided so much stimulation. Taking on a roommate, as her boss had suggested, would solve the problem of loneliness, but it wouldn’t warm her bed at n ight.
She set the mystery envelope on the counter and poured herself a glass of Bordeaux. She stared out the window for a while before the sights of the happy couples made her heart hurt. A stolen kiss in the park, holding hands leaving a quaint coffee shop, stopping in the middle of the foot-bridge over the river for a slow dance in the moonlight; it seemed like a lifetime ago when it was her enjoying those little romantic
Secret Dom
By Robin McKnight
Published by Horny Devil Publishing
Copyright 2013 Robin McKnight
ISBN 978-1-62518-033-9
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
The Devil’s Boudoir Series: Secret Dom Copyright © 2013 Robin McKnight Edited by Frank Lee and Colette Stone
Cover art by Dee Allen
Electronic book publication
With the exception of quotes used in reviews, this book may not be reproduced or used in whole or in part by any means existing without written permission from the publisher, Horny Devil Publishing LLC, P.O. Box 2508, Palm City, FL 34991 .
Warning: The unauthorized reproduction or distribution of this copyrighted work is illegal. No part of this book may be scanned, uploaded or distributed via the Internet or any other means, elect ronic or print, without the publisher’s permission. Criminal copyright infringement, including infringement without monetary gain, is investigated by the FBI and is punishable by up to 5 years in federal prison and a fine of $250,000. ( http://www.fbi.gov/ipr/ ). Please purchase only authorized electronic or print editions and do not participate in or encourage the electronic piracy of copyrighted material. Your support of the author’s rights is appreciated.
This book is a work of fiction and any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or places, events or locales is purely coincidental. The characters are productions of the author’s imagination and used fictitiously.
Dedication
Secret Dom is dedicated to my mother and my sister, both of whom encouraged me to start writing and have been incredibly supportive of my budding career as an author. Thanks for everything!
Chapter One
The note flitted to the floor from between the sales papers and junk mail she’d grabbe d from the mail box as she unlocked the door. The envelope was stunning — ecru — with beautiful black calligraphy, sealed with a black silk ribbon and a large “E” embossed on the face of the envelope. Oddly enough, there was no address or post mark — just her name. Rissa kicked off her black patent leather stilettos, leaving them on the floor by the door. Her purse and the rest of the junk mail landed in a clumsy pile on the entry hall table. A tapestry of black and white furniture in clean lines and solid, patternless linens welcomed her home. Rissa had never been one for florals or bright colors. She appreciated more the discipline of a classic black and white pallet and the order of a simple room décor. Sleek and modern, her loft lacked the warmth of one thing — a man.
Since Deacon moved out, her loft seemed empty, emphasizing the fact that she was alone. She headed to the kitchen, trying not to notice all the missing things along her way. His briefcase next to her purse, his suit jacket slung over the back of the bar chair, his keys and wallet on the bar, even that yappy little Chihuahua, George, had seemed to make her loft seem more like home. With them gone, it felt more like an expensive hotel room. Even though eight and a half months had passed, she still missed him. As much as she missed the man she’d fallen in love with, she knew it was better this way. Deacon had changed. The man who walked out that door was not the man who’d carried her across the threshold for the first time. Still, she missed just having another person in the room. The gorgeous actors on her favorite primetime dramas only provided so much stimulation. Taking on a roommate, as her boss had suggested, would solve the problem of loneliness, but it wouldn’t warm her bed at n ight.
She set the mystery envelope on the counter and poured herself a glass of Bordeaux. She stared out the window for a while before the sights of the happy couples made her heart hurt. A stolen kiss in the park, holding hands leaving a quaint coffee shop, stopping in the middle of the foot-bridge over the river for a slow dance in the moonlight; it seemed like a lifetime ago when it was her enjoying those little romantic
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