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Okay, here we go! This is from my newest contract, Legally Bound, which has yet to get a release date.

Legally Bound Unedited Blurb

Two rival lawyers. Evelyn Morgan has a secret. Donavan Carver wants to expose it. Bondage, debauchery, and a weekend at eden lands one of them on their knees....

Eve Morgan hides her submissive nature from the world. Though she secrectly craves sexual domination, a kinky romp in the hay isn't worth destroying her career over. Even if that romp's with her handsome rival and legendary Dominant, Donavan Carver.

Desperate to protect her secret andkeep the notorious playboy at bay, Eve clings to the lie she's told for two years--she's a Mistress. Donavan doesn't buy it.

When the opportunity arises to put Donavan's doubts to rest, Eve tosses ethics out the window and lures him into a bet he can't win--one that will tie him to the end of her leash for the weekend. So what if she cheats to win? He'll never find out. Will he?

Unedited Excerpt

Defeat had never tasted so bitter.

Even a double shot of McKinley’s best scotch couldn’t dilute the taste that formed in Donavan’s mouth the moment Judge Bishop struck down his gavel in favor of Arthur Langly. By morning the outcome of the case would be splashed across the pages of every tabloid in Los Angeles, along side his self respect.

He’d lost high profile cases before and bounced back. In time, the respect of his peers could be restored and his professional reputation wouldn’t take too much of a hit. Everyone knew that clients lied to their lawyers, and Harriet Langly had sure pulled a fast one on him. However, it wasn’t merely the backlash of the Langly case making his temples throb and his gut churn.

His seductive adversary now owned his ass for the entire weekend.

“Don’t worry, I’m not a cruel mistress,” she had whispered on her way out of the courtroom. “We’ll start slow. Maybe my first order will be for you to give me a nice long massage. I love a good massage.”

Oh, he had no problem with her wanting him to put his hands all over that long luscious body. His cock throbbed with the thought. Since law school he’d wanted to get his hands on Evelyn Morgan. She was clever, sassy, and just the right amount devious. Unfortunately, she also insisted that she was a mistress. No doubt she would don him in shackles the first chance she got.

“Fuck.” Donavan tossed back the last of his scotch then slammed the glass down hard against the bar. “Keep em' coming. Hell, just leave the bottle.”

“I hate to say this but getting drunk off your ass at four o’clock in the afternoon won’t change the fact that you made a stupid bet, lost, and now have to pay up, my friend.”

Donavan slowly craned his neck left and glared. Evan Chamber’s, his oldest friend and confidant occupied the stool next to him, offering a sympathetic wince.

“Maybe not,” Donavan agreed. “But, with any luck I’ll drink myself into a coma so deep there’ll be no possible way Eve can expect me to follow through with our wager.” He picked up his refilled glass, tossed it back, and then clenched his teeth as it burned going down.

“If I know Eve, and I think I do, there’s no way you’re getting out of this one.”
Donavan scowled. Evan was right. He was always right.

Evan had the ability to read people. That’s probably what made him such a successful business man. Seven years ago when Eden opened, Donavan wasn’t entirely convinced Evan had what it took to run his own business. Soon after, he realized that entrepreneur ran in Chamber’s blood.

“If it’s any consolation,” Evan continued, “I hear Eve takes very good care of her slaves.”

“Blow me.”

Evan chuckled then took a pull on his beer. “Isn’t Harriet Langly in her seventies?”

“Seventy-five,” Donavan grumbled. “And as limber as a goddamn ballerina. You’d think Eve forcing me to watch that sex tape would be punishment enough.”

“That good, eh?”

“Let’s just say after the scene with the gardener I’ll never be able to look at ornamental shrubbery in the same way again.”

Evan laughed harder now but Donavan’s scowl only deepened.

This was not how he pictured things transpiring with Eve. She claimed to be a mistress yet her body screamed submissive. Whenever he whispered naughty, shameless words about taking her in hand, her lashes always fluttered and her cheeks always flushed. When he cornered her in a hallway like a lion stalking his prey, excitement lit in her vivid green eyes. Eve might say she was a mistress but people lied every day. Physical reaction didn’t.

Unfortunately his suspicions were neither here nor there now. He wasn’t a welsher. Whether he liked it or not, tomorrow night he’d be peeling grapes and giving PG rated foot massages.

“Mr. Carver? Oh wow, it is you! Small world! How lucky am I getting to see you twice in one day?”

Drawn out of his pity party by a small blonde leaning against the bar, Donavan tried to place her. It could have been the potency of the scotch, but for the life of him, he couldn’t remember who she was. About five-three, wide blue eyes, pleated plaid skirt and snug white blouse—not his usual type but there was a period in law school that included toga’s, bottomless kegs, and a hell of a lot of women.

Donavan glanced at Evan in hopes of a life preserver but his friend only arched a brow.

“My apologies, sweetheart, I can’t quite remember your name.”

“Marcy. Marcy Baxter.” She beamed and gave him a playful slap on the shoulder but the name didn’t ring any bells. “Ms. Morgan’s assistant.”

Ms. Morgan’s assistant…Duh.

“Right. Right, Marcy. Of course. Sorry, my heads still a bit fuzzy from the case.”

“It’s okay.” She continued to stare and nibble provocatively on her lower lip. “I’m sorry about the loss.”

“Ah.” Donavan raised his glass. “Happens to the best of us.”

“True. It could just as easily be Ms. Morgan sitting here drowning her sorrows. I had to burn three red lights in order to get the tape to the courthouse in time. Luckily, I made it with twenty minutes to spare.”

So this was the woman responsible for the piece of evidence that would land him on his knees. Fantastic. As her words echoed in his head again, he creased his brow. Did she say she’d brought the tape with twenty minutes to spare?

Donavan went ramrod straighten in his chair and turned to her. Twenty minutes before the recess ended was about the same time he and Eve were chatting in the hallway.

“Marcy, you said that this is the second time seeing me today—did you happen to see me at the courthouse?”

“Where else?” She giggled. “Maybe you didn’t see me. You were talking to Ms. Morgan when I got there.”

Evelyn Morgan…you little cheat.

“Oh shoot, there’s my order,” Marcy said. “The fish and chips here are to die for. A bit unhealthy but you gotta live a little right?”

“No point in living if you can’t indulge in the sinful from time to time.” Donavan offered a polite smile while indulging in the fantasy of ringing Eve’s slender neck.

“Well, see ya around. It was nice running into you.”

“You too, Marcy.” You have no idea how nice. “Enjoy your dinner.”
When Marcy was out of earshot, Donavan whirled on Evan.

“She played me.”

“So it would seem,” Evan agreed with a chuckle. “Getting played by two women in one day, how unlike you.”

It certainly was unlike him. The horrifying image of Harriet Langly in all her glory resurfaced and Donavan flexed his jaw. At least with Harriet, he had an excuse for lowering his guard—he hardly knew the woman. But Eve he had known for years. She was calculating and shrewd. Two of the attributes he most admired about her had come to life and bit him square on his unsuspecting ass.

“So, are you going to call her on it?” Evan asked intrigued.

“Oh yes,” he murmured. “But, not just yet.”

“You’ll follow through with the bet then?”

“For now,” he answered.

Donavan had a hard time believing Eve would be as noble when it came to him collecting on their agreement. As much as he didn’t like the idea of playing the good slave, he would have to until he got her alone.

“But, Evelyn Morgan is about to discover that she isn’t the only one who can play dirty.”

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