He can tie up all her objections, but what about her heart?
Kennedy O’Connell’s life is perfect—a great job, plenty of friends, a brother who loves her. The chaos that ruled her childhood is gone, and she couldn’t be happier. Unfortunately, her mischievous streak tends to get her in trouble, and when she walks into her favorite spa to find a sexy Australian rock star taking her place, she can’t resist a little fun.
Isaac Anschau has spent five years chasing his dream. His rock royalty status can’t be denied, but his demons are catching up with him—he’s burned out, his creativity decimated. Until a redheaded vixen decides she wants to play, and he discovers a way to leave his nightmares behind. There’s just one problem: Kennedy is dead-set against submitting, despite the way she melts when his Dom side comes out.
They’ve got nothing to lose by walking away, and everything to gain if they give in to the raging hunger between them. Baring their bodies would take only a moment. Baring their souls could take a lifetime.
“I’m a rigger.”
“A rigger. A Dom who enjoys tying subs up.”
His eyes held hers captive as firmly as the cord held her arm, delving deep inside her, demanding something she wasn’t sure of—until it clicked. He thought her response to the rope was…
“Ah, Isaac, I’m not a sub.” No way, no how. A shiver rocked her spine.
One brow calmly rose. “How do you know?”
Isaac’s question got her redheaded temper going. “Because I have a Dom for a brother, and he’s not exactly quiet about it. I’d know if I was submissive.” She wasn’t.
Isaac shook his head as if he didn’t believe her. “Your brother isn’t in your bed, Ken.”
He laughed at that, but continued. “My point is, he doesn’t know your needs. Only a lover can read you like that.”
“I can read me like that, and I’m not submissive.” If she said it enough times, he’d finally get that she was telling the truth, right? So why did a flutter take up residence in her belly? There was no reason to panic, no—
“Can you now?”
There. That was definitive. He’d understand now.
One long finger traced the web encompassing her hand. “Want to know what I see?”
“No.” Yes. But…no. And yet curiosity raised its ugly head. “Um…yes?”
The word was barely a whisper, but Isaac heard it. She knew because he nodded once even as he reached for her free hand. She knew she shouldn’t, knew she’d regret it, but she couldn’t resist giving it to him, watching, fascinated, as he used the free end of the cord to tie her wrists together with delicate knots, and then he was lifting her hands to hook them behind the headrest. When she tugged…
The sound of her breath was loud in the close confines of the SUV as he leaned over her, his big body taking up all the space, all the air. She pulled on her arms again. A thrill, part fear and part something she really didn’t want to acknowledge, shot through her.
“Shh…” Isaac laid a finger on her parted lips. He was so close she could see the green and yellow striations in his blue eyes. Fascinating. She strained toward him but, with her hands above her, got nowhere—and the thrill came again, this time settling in her nipples and between her legs.
Isaac’s gaze softened even as his own breath quickened. “Feel that, Kennedy?”
She shook her head.
“No? Then let me help.”
His parted lips settled on hers, warm and firm and so, so good. He laved her with his tongue, dipped in to mate with hers, taking her breath and making her take his. There was nothing she could do to escape his kiss, nothing she could do to protest. She could only accept what he gave her—his mouth, the hard press of his chest against her aching breasts, the hungry groan that escaped him when she sucked on his tongue. And it was all mixed with the lightning bolts of pleasure that sparked every time she tried to move and couldn’t. He had all the control, she had none, and she…
No, she didn’t like it. She didn’t.
When he paused to take a breath, she turned her head toward the window, needing to breathe, to escape—except she was tied and couldn’t, damn it.
For someone so famous, Isaac didn’t have a fragile ego. Rather than be offended, he gently lowered her hands and began to undo the knots. Faint impressions from the cord were left behind, a reminder she needed desperately to ignore as he settled back into his seat. “See? Interesting.”
“No, no it’s not,” she told him, her voice cracking on the last word. “Not interesting at all.”
Kim's 4 Star Review
Kennedy O’Connell’s life couldn’t get any better. She has the perfect job, great friends and brother who adores her. Everything is the exact opposite to how she grew up but she always seems to find trouble no matter how hard she tries not to. This time trouble comes in the form of a sexy Australian rock star who is staying at the spa where she works.
I was gifted this book in exchanged for an honest review.
Kennedy is a fiery red head who loves life and doesn’t take things to serious. She has her dream job and friends all around her. After a very lonely childhood, Kennedy has vowed to have the control in her life. She’s a strong independent woman but the lack of parental appearances and chaotic childhood she has a hard time letting people in. True to her hair colour, Kennedy likes to have fun and gets mischievous when someone has taken her room at the spa.
Isaac Anschau walked away from his family and their fortune to peruse his dreams of being a rock star. His success in the United States has made him a rock legend but the demons he left in Australian are starting to catch up with him. Isaac has always known what he wanted and has never been afraid to go after what he wants, so when Kennedy accidentally showed up in his massage room it didn’t take long for him to see that she was everything he had been looking for.
Kennedy walked into a room she knew she shouldn’t but did it out of habit. What she found was more than she bargained for and just when you think she has enough sense to quietly walk out, her mischievous side comes out of her, and her first introduction to Isaac happens. Of course most people don’t go into rooms where there is a naked man waiting for his masseur and your wearing nothing more than a robe but for Kennedy, this is just something she couldn’t stop. It was like fate was pulling them together. The sizzle in the room didn’t go unnoticed by either of them but this is definitely not a way to meet a guy. I do have to say the “official” meeting between the two was way more fun than the little prank in the massage room.
Isaac is a guy who Kennedy can’t seem to get away from and for some reason she really doesn’t want to. Finding the pull between them more than she can handle, Kennedy calls on her big brother, who also happens to be a famous rock star himself to get the rundown on Isaac. What she did get was way more than she thought. Isaac is a Dom, a rigger to be exact but Kennedy is adamant that she is not a sub. Too bad, every time these two are together she unconsciously submits to him. No matter how many times Isaac re-assure her, the thought of giving up control totally freaks her out.
When Isaac finally gets a chance to show her what he does and how it can be so much more than powerful than she ever thought. The chemistry between them is undeniable when they are in a room together. Add a little bit of BDSM into the mix and its scorching hot all around them. The connection is so strong that it pulled me in and I had a hard time putting the book down.
Ella did an amazing job with Isaac and Kennedy’s story. She knew just when to draw her readers in and how to hook them. Isaac and Kennedy’s characters had a connection that was irresistibly fun and piping hot all at the same time. This was my first time reading one of Ella’s novels but she has me coming back for more.
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Only for the Weekend, Book 1
Writing has been my passion since childhood, but like many writers, life got in the way. After earning a BA in English Literature, I married and started a family. But the worlds and characters that swirled through my mind just wouldn’t go away, and at a particularly difficult time in my life, I picked up pen and paper (or laptop) and tried to release some of that difficulty onto the page. I’ve been writing ever since. Now I’m a member of Romance Writers of America, run an accountability blog to help writers reach their goals, and am pursuing publication with the same passion I feel for writing. Nothing pleases me more than sharing the stories of my heart with you, the reader, and I hope, in some small way, these stories will touch your heart too.