NEW BOOK RELEASE
From multi-published author BJ Wane
BOUND AND SAVED
Series: Miami Masters Book 1
Genre:†Erotic Romance, Suspense
Publisher: Blushing Books
Publication Date: September 7, 2017
She was running for her life….He was running from love
A few weeks after witnessing her stepfather order a cold-blooded murder, Cassandra Bowlin hides aboard a luxury yacht to flee the men after her. Dashing into a closet, she trembles in fear of discovery until the owner enters the room with a woman intent on gaining his sexual favor. The scene she witnesses between the couple leaves her shaken with arousal, making her wonder what all she had been missing from her own sexual encounters.
Zachary Allen-Vancuren returns to his new, BDSM decked out yacht, eager to take her out on a maiden voyage before presenting her to his friends. After putting several miles between him and the mainland, he slips downstairs and finds heís stuck with a stowaway with secrets she refuses to divulge and a determination to wring as much from his planned four-day excursion as possible. His refusal to engage in any sexual activities is met with her constant, teasing antics until she finally wears him down and he gives her the lesson she thinks sheís been wanting. It took interference from a surprising source and two rescues by Zachary to free her of her stepfatherís threats and enable her to embrace a future with the one man she hadnít been able to resist.
DISCLAIMER: This book contains elements of power exchange, elements of BDSM, and explicit sexual scenes. If any of these offend you, please do not purchase this book.
A Smashing Debut to the Series! One of those books that you just canít put down!
– Knotty Girl Sandie, Goodreads Reviewer
Ms. Wane knows just how to pull at your heartstrings while delivering on both suspense and hot scenes! I loved this book…
– Dani, Goodreads Reviewer
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An Excerpt from the Book
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The woman jerked upright with a look of such abject terror that Zach experienced a rare twinge of remorse before he recalled how far away from the mainland heíd already sailed. He recognized her right away as the new girl in the marina office, which added to his curiosity.
“I repeat, whatíre you doing in my bed, on my yacht?”
“Oh!” Scrambling off the bed, she picked up a backpack, stuttering, “Iím sorry. I didnít mean to fall asleep. I was just so tired, and the rocking lulled me to sleepÖPlease, Iíll leaveÖI didnít mess with anythingÖ”
“Thatíd be damned difficult seeing as weíre already a few hundred miles from Miami. Unless,” he added with a derisive lift of one brow, “youíre up to rowing back to shore. Thereís a chance, a slim one, youíd make it about the time I return at the end of the week.”
Scrubbing her eyes, she mumbled, “What?” before jerking her head up and gazing at him with a look of wonder filling her wide green eyes. “Are you telling me weíre miles away from Miami? In the middle of the Atlantic?”
Before Zach could confirm she had it correct, she jumped up on the bed, drawing his frown as she stood on tiptoes to press her face against the portal.
“Oh. My. God,” she breathed, her tone conveying awe, and if he wasnít mistaken, a touch of excitement. As fast as sheíd leapt on the bed, she hopped down and flew past him, the backpack clutched in one hand as he listened to her flying up to the first tier.
“Great, Iím not only stuck with a stowaway, but a lunatic as well,” he groused as he followed and found her standing on the port side deck, gazing in rapt pleasure across the ocean. Gone was the fear she woke with, likely brought on by his rude awakening. The sun picked up hints of red and blonde highlights in her unruly, poorly cut cap of short brown hair that seemed to suit her pixie face. With a squeal, she spun in a circle then stumbled to a stop when she faced him.
Flushing, those emerald green eyes didnít shift away from him as she said with point-blank honesty, “I canít explain.”
That was a new one, Zach mused with a touch of humor that didnít last long. “Why?” he returned with just as much bluntness.
Her shoulders drooped and for a split second, so fast he may have imagined it, the fear on her face sheíd awoken with returned. “Iím sorry, I just canít. But, I promise I wonít get in your way-did you say you planned to be gone for several days?”
“Yes. Four days I was looking forward to spending alone, getting acquainted with my new purchase.” He swept out an arm to indicate the yacht.
“This boat looks big enough I can hole up somewhere and youíll never know it-whyíd you trade in your other boat? It was already one of the largest at the marina.”
God, he hoped her penchant for jumping from one topic to another wasnít a habit. He might have to strangle her and toss her overboard if so. And why the hell did hearing her point out his extravagance produce a sense of guilt? He could afford a bigger yacht, so he bought one. It was that simple.
“Itís a yacht, not a boat. Look,” he stated, firming his tone and placing his fists on his hips. “Itís obvious Iím stuck with you, unless you annoy the hell out of me, in which case Iíll toss you overboard.”
Nonplussed, which again, surprised him, she quipped with a teasing smile, “Guess I better be good then. Iím hungry,” she announced as the loud rumble from her stomach made its displeasure known.
“Well, you know where the kitchen is. Donít expect me to wait on you.” Pivoting, he took a few steps before tossing over his shoulder, “Pick one of the smaller staterooms to bunk in and stay out of mine.”
“Oh, heaven forbid the captain share his spacious sleeping quarters,” she taunted.
This time, the twinge of guilt prodded a curse from him, but his anger at this whole fucked-up excursion prevented him from turning around and shocking her with a small example of what he liked to do with women who shared his bed. He wondered how sassy sheíd be if he yanked down those jeans and turned her ass a rosy red. Climbing the circular stairs leading to the top level, he decided to take out his frustration with his stowaway with a round of skeet shooting. Annihilating a dozen clay discs ought to help improve his mood.
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I live in the Midwest with my husband and our two dogs. I love dogs, enjoy spending time with my daughter, babysitting dogs and kids, reading and working puzzles. We have traveled extensively throughout the states, Canada and just once overseas, but I much prefer being homebody. I worked for a while writing articles for a local magazine but soon found my interest in writing for myself peaking. My first book was strictly spanking erotica, but I slowly evolved to writing erotic romance with an emphasis on spanking. My favorite genre to read is Romantic Suspense.
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