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Club Sin #7
Stacey Kennedy
Releasing Oct 27th, 2015
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Dmitri and Presley—the scorching-hot
couple who started it all in Claimed—return to save Club Sin in the
exhilarating new short novel from USA Today bestselling author Stacey Kennedy.
Dmitri Pratt is living out his dream. Not only does he own the ultimate playground for the BDSM lifestyle, he’s found a special connection with his deliciously sexy sub, Presley Flynn, the woman who complements him in ways that go far beyond the bedroom. But when an anonymous blackmailer threatens to expose the elite, high-profile members of Club Sin in a notorious tabloid, Dmitri’s perfect world spirals out of control.
Before she met Dmitri, Presley never imagined she would find a Master who could deliver on all her hottest fantasies. Dmitri’s love and his sensual artistry surprise her every day, until he suddenly turns distant and cold. For the first time, Presley wonders where Dmitri’s heart truly lies: with her, or with Club Sin. As the life they’ve built together begins to crumble, Presley can only trust that Dmitri has what it takes—to defend what’s his, and win back the woman he cannot live without.
Mine is intended for mature audiences.
My Thoughts
This is the first Club Sin book I've read by Stacey Kennedy. I enjoyed this story and finished it in one day. I did feel that it might have helped if I had read the books in order but I was able to read Mine without too much difficulty.Dmitri and Presley are the couple in this one. Their relationship was/is an interesting one. Though there is love and a fulfilling of needs, there are still many insecurities that get in the way. This becomes even more evident when the lifestyle they lead and their friends' lives are endangered.
The few sex scenes in the book definitely brought the heat but it was the romance and the relationship between the two characters that made this book a good read.
EXCERPT
“Club
Sin is no longer safe.”
Six
words Dmitri Pratt had never imagined saying rushed from his mouth,
and having said them out loud made them real. Sitting behind the
cherrywood desk in his home office, Dmitri faced the men he’d
appointed to oversee his exclusive BDSM dungeon, Club Sin.
Nestled
by the bay window in the corner of the room, Club Sin Masters Kyler
Morgan and Aidan McKnight sat on the black leather couch, frowns
creasing their brows. Next to them on the wingback chairs, the other
Club Sin Masters, Miles Sanchez and Porter Marshall, stared straight
ahead in evident confusion.
Gutted
by the realization of what lay before him, Dmitri shifted his focus
to the Club Sin submissive standing near the doorway, awaiting his
direction. “Please explain our situation, Sarah.”
Sarah’s
head was bowed. Her long black hair curtained her face, yet it
couldn’t shield the quick intake of breath passing through her
cherry-red lips. “I’m not sure if you all know this, but I work
for Gotcha!”
Porter,
a private investigator—who was physically suited for his job, being
tall and solidly built—asked, “The tabloid?”
“Yep,
that one.” Sarah’s head lifted, and she gazed at the men through
her thick lashes, revealing shy brown eyes. “Earlier tonight my
boss delivered an envelope of pictures to my house.”
Dmitri
tightened his fists on his desk, preparing himself.
Sarah
continued, “The pictures show some of the Club Sin members. Their
names are on the photos.”
Silence.
The
police officer, Kyler, shot to his feet. His light brown hair was
disheveled from his sudden movement, and his fists were clenched at
his sides. “Someone has been talking pictures of us . . . here?”
Sarah
shifted on her feet, giving a quick nod. “I’ve asked my boss for
a few days to investigate the pictures. I thought that might buy you
some time.”
“That
was smart of you, Sarah,” said Aidan, a defense attorney and the
most serious of the men.
Dmitri
noted Sarah’s small smile at the compliment before she added, “You
have to act fast to find the leak. I’ve got a week to investigate
before she prints the story.”
Dmitri
considered suing the tabloid. They could intervene before the story
broke. The photographer could be resentful, though, and simply post
the photos on the Internet. Frustrated by the thought, he scanned the
faces of his close friends, knowing the decision also belonged to
them. “Thank you for relaying what you’ve learned, Sarah. I’d
ask that you excuse yourself now.” She turned to exit the room.
Before she left, Dmitri added, “Please keep this information to
yourself until I can talk to the members.”
“I
understand.” She shut the door behind her.
Silence
remained in her absence.
Sarah
had told him about the pictures a half hour ago, and Dmitri had yet
to accept it. Conflicted by his personal feelings and his
responsibility to Club Sin members, he examined the twelve pictures
on his desk. The faces staring back were of himself and his
submissive, Presley, plus the Club Sin Masters and their submissives,
along with the lone bachelor, Miles.
The
only Master not pictured was Sawyer Quinn, which told Dmitri that the
pictures had been taken sometime in the last year. Sawyer had left
behind Club Sin and the BDSM lifestyle before marrying Chloe Nash
five months ago. A frown pulled on Dmitri’s mouth as he also noted
images of a well-known heart surgeon who was a Dominant and a couple
of submissives who had high-powered jobs.
While
the pictures didn’t show anyone inside the dungeon, all of them
showed women in a vulnerable moment, with wind catching coats or
skirts and revealing a garter belt or lacy panties beneath. Dmitri
didn’t doubt that someone had spent a lot of time staking out his
house, waiting for the perfect moment to capture the damning
pictures.
Aidan
rose from his place on the couch and approached Dmitri’s desk.
Brows drawn together over his gray eyes, he picked up a picture of
himself and his wife. In bold writing it was captioned Aidan
and Cora McKnight.
“What the fuck is this?” he growled.
“Believe
me, I wish I knew.” Dmitri gripped the arms of his chair, staying
put as the other Masters positioned themselves around Aidan to see
the pictures. Waves of anger ignited in the room, making the air
thick.
Porter’s
hazel eyes blazed when he saw the photo of his wife, Kenzie. “Does
Sarah have any suspicions of who’s behind this?”
Dmitri
shook his head. “Her boss is keeping the person’s identity a
secret.”
Miles
grabbed one of the photos. “Is Sarah in any of these pictures?”
“No.”
Dmitri understood the implication. “But she brought the information
forward. I doubt she’s involved.” He drew in a long breath,
settling his rage, not wanting to accuse anyone who didn’t deserve
it. “In fact, I can’t imagine anyone in Club Sin doing this to
the members.”
Nods
followed.
Porter
cursed at the photo in his hand and then dropped it on the desk.
“What about enemies? Anyone piss off someone lately?”
Of
course the private investigator went straight to the motive of
vengeance,
Dmitri thought. As Dmitri watched each Master shake his head, even he
couldn’t come up with a suspect. “The casino brings some heated
conversations with my competitors”—that went hand in hand with
being the president of one of Vegas’s top casinos—“but that
said, I don’t imagine anyone would feel threatened enough by me to
do this.”
Aidan
brushed a hand across the stubble on his jaw and nodded in agreement.
“I can make enemies in my line of work. But nothing that warrants
this defamation.”
Kyler
crumpled the picture of himself and his wife, Ella, before tossing it
in the garbage can. “We all piss off someone in some way every
day.” His lips thinned. “Christ, this could ruin us all.”
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Stacey
Kennedy is the USA Today bestselling author of the Club Sin
series. She writes deeply emotional romances about powerful men and the wild
women who tame them. When she’s not plugging away at a new story, she’s either
hiking, canoeing, relaxing around a campfire, or obsessing over Penny
Dreadful, Game of Thrones, and Outlander. Stacey lives in southwestern
Ontario with her husband (who puts any of the heroes in her books to shame),
their two young children, and her other babies: a mini labradoodle named Jax
and a chocolate labrador named Murphy.
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