Bound to Ignite (South Jersey Bound Series)

BOUND TO BE MINE

“Their chemistry is sizzling, the sexual tension palpable. A thoroughly sexy read.”

~Bella, Fallen Angel Review

“The chemistry between Lisa and Ben gives the reader a taste of what can happen when two people are ultimately suited to meet each other’s needs…Needless to say, the bedroom activities in this book are not for the faint of heart, but contain lessons in loving we can all learn from. Ultimately, the question remains, can Lisa and Ben get past their past? You will have to read this book to find out, but as smoothly written as it is, that will be no chore.”

~Sky, The Romance Studio

“I could not put the book aside until I knew what the end would be.”

~Gina Kincade

“The story is well-written and progresses at a steady pace, which is wonderful in a novella this length. Ben and Lisa have an excellent chemistry, and their emotional scenes are both touching and heart-breaking. Be sure to place this story onto your TBR list, especially if you love a BDSM themed erotica with oodles of emotion.

~4.5 Cherries-Fern, Whipped Cream Reviews

BOUND TO SURRENDER

“…she did a wonderful job keeping my interest through all 80 pages. It is a must read if you want to enjoy an hour away from all the everyday pressure to go away into the lives of Christina and Bryce.

This story is definitely a 5 Tea Cup and 3 heat index. The story makes you realize that submission and trust is needed to fulfill all your sexual desires.”

~Wendy, Happily Ever After Reviews

“Tess Lamont has done an excellent job with this story. It is well written and holds your interest from page one. If you are looking for a quick read pick up this one. It's worth it. Great job.”

~Gemstone Review

BOUND TO IGNITE

“If you’re looking for a book with hot spanking and hotter sex,
Bound to Ignite
is sure to hit your fancy.”

~Violet, Whipped Cream Reviews

“
Bound to Ignite
is a thrilling exploration into the world of spanking. I thought the author gave a refreshing take on the world of spanking, even though Eric has no experience she gives an honest take on what it would be like to try something new. An enjoyable read”

~Emily, Sensual Reads

“Bound to Ignite
will definitely heat up your reading time.”

~
Starla Kaye, Got Erotic Romance

Bound to Ignite

Also Available

About the Author

Under a table at Helga’s Diner, Jillian slid her stocking-clad feet from nasty pink bridesmaid shoes. She sighed. Her shoes were dyed to match an equally nasty dress, making her plan to seduce the best man difficult…if not impossible.

Her pulse thudded as she smiled slowly and stretched her legs onto the opposite booth. She crossed her ankles next to her target’s thigh and wiggled her toes.

Eric glanced down and grinned. His salt-and-pepper hair spilled across his forehead. Her chest tightened and a tremor tripped up her thigh.

Laugh lines were just starting to accent his pale green eyes. He was strikingly handsome. She wanted him just as much as—no, even more than—she did back in high school. This time, she meant to have him.

There had always been something between them, even though she’d never acted on her desire. In fact, she’d run and kept running.

She wouldn’t run tonight.

She’d bet anything, even her pair of sling-back pumps that made her feel powerful and look like she was all leg, Eric wanted her, too. Though power wasn’t the feeling she craved when she looked into Eric’s eyes. When she looked into his eyes, she wanted to crawl across his lap, with her skirt up and ass bare.

She took a deep breath as her pussy moistened. She had two goals for the night. First, see her best friend Lisa married.
Done.
Second, coax Eric into fulfilling the secret fantasy that made her sweat—the thought of a hard, erotic spanking. Even though the thought of a man hitting a woman in anger horrified her, she craved a strong man’s palm across her ass.

She trusted Eric and she’d wanted him for, well, forever. He was the perfect solution. She wasn’t looking for commitment, just one smoking-hot night when she could finally let loose.

She curved her lips into the barest quirk of a smile.

“We look like two kids just back from prom.” She laughed louder than she’d intended.

“No offense, Jil, but I don’t think any self-respecting teen would choose that dress.”

She glanced down at the gauzy ruffle froth along her neckline as he shook his head.

“Awful, isn’t it?”

“Bloody Mary meets Bride of Frankenstein.” He leaned across the table to finger the lace, “with a bit of Disney princess thrown in for fun.”

His knuckles brushed her bare skin, sending erotic shocks throughout her body. He’d touched her frequently this evening. In fact, they’d been flirting outrageously all weekend. As maid of honor and best man, they’d had plenty of proximity. Annoyingly, though, they hadn’t found time alone.

Until now.

She shoved her hands between her thighs to accent her cleavage and leaned forward. “Yes, I’m pathetic in pink.” She smirked and arched a brow. “While you get to look all Ocean’s Eleven in your black tie.”

“Ocean’s
Eleven?” Eric’s eyebrows sprung up. “Sinatra or Clooney?”

“Let me see.” She worked her shaking fingers beneath his bow tie and tugged the slippery, black fabric. She released the knot and left her palm resting against his chest. His body heat radiated through his shirt’s fine cotton weave. His heart beat fast.

“Definitely Clooney,” she murmured.

His laugh rumbled through his chest. “Do you really think I look like George Clooney?

She rolled her eyes, playfully running a knuckle beneath his chin. “Oh, don’t gimme that—you know you’re hot. And, that hint of grey in your hair only makes you look better.”

“Well, some women find me attractive.” Eric’s gaze was unreadable and his voice husky. “But you’ve never told me what you thought.”

“Now you know.” She licked and bit her bottom lip, then looked away. Putting her feelings out there made her feel vulnerable.

“I think they do it on purpose,” Eric said, breaking the awkward silence.

“Who?”

“Brides.
I think they pick out the nastiest bridesmaid dresses so they look the best.”

She snorted. Letting him believe his assertion was unfair to her friend Lisa, but she wasn’t about to tell him they’d bought cheap dresses so Lisa could buy special toys for her wedding night. She wondered which Ben, the groom, had chosen to use first—the thick leather strap or the soft leather flogger. She shivered.

Clearing her throat, she said, “I wouldn’t know.”

“Why is that, exactly?”

“What do you mean?”

“Why don’t you have a boyfriend or husband or something?”

“I could ask you the same question,” she gritted out.

He dimpled. “I’ve been busy with work.”

His words didn’t quite ring true.

“Same here.”
She eased back into the comfort of the booth.

If she told him that none of her boyfriends had ever measured up to him, he might guess how deep her feelings ran. Then, she’d never get him to agree to a hard-core weekend of spanking and sex.

She needed this, she needed him. She wanted Eric to take her, to dominate her. She craved him with a need that bordered on pain.

“Well then,” he said.

“Awkward, huh?” she asked.

“A little,” he agreed. “But I’m glad you asked me to join you. I thought you were going to change before we left the hotel.”

“I was. But I didn’t think it was fair, since you didn’t have time to go home and change. Besides, my room backs to the happy couple’s and the sounds were…” She glanced up through her lashes, “well, let’s just say I needed to get out of there.”

She hoped he would take the bait. After all, the groom, Ben, was his best friend. He had to know about Ben and Lisa’s relationship. Why, right now, Lisa was most likely clad in her wedding bustier, locked in her favorite black, fuzzy handcuffs, and letting out a hiss of bone-deep pleasure with every smack.

He smirked, but said nothing.

This should be easier. Didn’t all men want sex? Didn’t all men fantasize about their female friends? She bit her lower lip. How many nights had she indulged in dreams of Eric, conjuring images of them together from some strange and powerful need at her core? She inhaled deeply, summoning all her courage. To get what she wanted, she was going to have to be direct.

“So what do you think of Lisa and Ben?” Her tone was deceptively light. “I mean, I know what you think of them, but I just wondered what you thought of their lifestyle.”

Lifestyle
. The word hung in the air, wafting between them like stale cigarette smoke. Desire hazed her vision, but her words left her heart naked and her longing exposed. Her pulse beat with the intensity of an 80s power ballad. She stroked his arm to its rhythm, silently willing him to understand, to unlock the need she believed was in him, a need that mirrored hers. She parted her lips in anticipation.

He tilted his head, showing his
chin’s hard, even line. His gaze shifted from her face to her hand and back.

“I’d say if they’ve found happiness, well then, that’s rare enough, isn’t it? I don’t judge.” He spoke slowly, as if he were unsure of her opinion and choosing each word carefully. Boldness drew a smile on her lips.

“You know, Eric, sometimes I find myself just a little bit curious. I wonder what it’d be like to play like Lisa and Ben play.”

Her mouth dried. His arm tensed under her hand. He glanced to the side and surveyed the mostly empty diner.

She kept her gaze on him, knowing no one could hear them. She’d slipped a twenty to the hostess on the way in, just to make sure they wouldn’t be disturbed. She held her breath until Eric’s dilating eyes returned to hers. The soft flesh between her breasts quivered.

“I suppose every couple is different,” he replied, betraying nothing.

“My fantasies make me hot. And…and I was wondering if,”
breathe
, “you would be interested in helping me fulfill a fantasy?”

He blinked a few times before clearing his throat.

“Are you asking…if I would…if you and I could…?” His eyebrows were high and his voice sounded low and gravelly.

She nodded, never breaking eye contact. She shivered from her spine down to her hips as Eric searched her face. She left herself open, tilting her chin. Emotions played on his features, thoughts she couldn’t hope to read and, if she were honest, didn’t really want to understand.