The Red Kiss
Safe Words Book 2
by Drury Jamison
Genre: New Adult Romance, Suspense
longer the women she was. Once a forceful and outgoing writer and
BDSM lifestyle advocate, she now secludes herself behind walls both
physical and mental. When other survivors of the attack begin showing
up dead, Seneca’s life is again bound up with her former lover,
Special Agent John Book of the FBI. Their bond, and his willingness
to submit, draws out Seneca’s strength and dominance.
the investigation. They are partners, dealing with their own feelings
and dangerous flirtations. All are thrown together in a swirling mix
of mystery, murder, and heated attraction as Seneca and Book become
mentors to Holly and Jason in feminine-led love.
are revealed that put lives and careers at risk. The mystery deepens
as Seneca makes plans for a return to public life, bringing the
connections–and passion–to a head. Danger collides with sex, whips
with skin, and dominance with love. Not just Seneca, but all four
lovers must evolve and learn as a new killer rises to threaten them
all, once again in a very public confrontation.
the cop or the person she wanted to be. New doors and new worlds open
up when the murders of sexually dominant women, involved in the world
of BDSM, lead her to Dr. Anderson Wells. A psychologist and sexual
submissive, Anderson offers to be her guide. They soon find
themselves exploring on more intimate levels. In her, He sees the
strong and forceful woman he craves. She sees in him a man strong
enough to surrender control.
safe words she flourishes, becoming the kind of woman she never
dreamed. Even as they become closer, both as lovers and as Dominant
and submissive, new murders and his own lie make Anderson a suspect
and then the target of a cop looking to clear his own name.
a world where cops may be killers and lovers may hold whips. Eleanor
Silver has to let go of her pain to claim for herself the life she
wants and risk everything to save the man she loves.
His feet, still shod, dangled from the edge of the bed. His legs were slightly splayed, and where they came together… Holly looked away even though she knew then, she was just pretending again.Her own clothing, the old jeans and worn flannel shirt, both perfectly soft, began to feel like starched canvas.Like a wool straitjacket.She pulled the tail of her shirt out and let it fall loose. It helped a little, but there was no denying that the tension was not really in her clothing.No. No. No.Her mind raced as she went to her knees and began untying Jason’s shoes. Her fingers only told her yes, and they spoke in measured cadences, a slow military march of sensation that could not be opposed.When Jason’s feet were bare, Holly stood. She thought about removing his pants but was afraid that would be going too far.And not far enough.She backed to the door. Her feet were slow, as if she were walking against a current.“Wait,” Jason said.His voice was clear and firm, but Holly still struggled against the current. It was easier to fight than to give in, because she knew that there was so much more to changing her direction than simply wanting to.“Please,” he said.“I can’t.” Holly hesitated at the door frame, half in the room and half out. Half in the light and half… For the first time she looked at his eyes. They were open and questioning.
will prevail. He has been writing since he could read and gave all
his attention to the story at the expense of the rules.
home. While raising wonderful kids and failing at everything else he
wrote screenplays, television scripts, advertising copy and filthy
limericks. After many twists, and multiple once-in-a-lifetime life
changing events, he returned to work on the short stories and novels
he loved best.