Heat (Parker Reed Book 1)
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Authors: J.M. Walker
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Copyright 2014, J.M. Walker
To all of you. My readers. Without you, none of this would be possible. I would not be doing what I’m doing or be where I am today if it wasn’t for your constant support, encouragement, pats on the back.
Your love of my Alpha males and the women that bring them to their knees is astounding. And I thank you. Each and every single one of you. Whether you are a new reader or you’ve been with me every step of the way.
I love you. I appreciate you. I thank you.
As always, I have to thank my husband. Without you and your constant words of encouragement, I know that I would not be where I am, writing my stories for everyone.
My family and friends. You all are truly amazing and I can’t thank you enough.
Twinsie Talk Book Reviews…you guys know who you are. Love you ladies like sisters and thank you. Just thank you.
Angie Stanton-Johnson. My PA. My FS. My friend. Love you. For all that you do and all that you are.
My beta readers: You girls always set me on the right path. I can’t thank you enough.
Our Alphas…I have NO words. None at all. Your everyday pimpage and conversation mean everything to me! Even if it’s just to say hello. Every time you tag me, I smile. Know that.
Authors: There are just too many of you to name so here are only a few but know that if I never mentioned you, you still hold a spot in my heart.
Alexis Noelle, Dawn Robertson, C.A. Szarek, Crystal St. Claire. Love you girls.
Bloggers!! Thank you for sharing every post I send you and for your support.
And I could not forget Hype PR and Pussycat Promotions. You ladies are my rocks! Love you girls!!
And thank you to Rachel from ShoutLines Designs for the once again, super hot and sexy cover!!
I wish I could specifically name every single one of you but alas, there is not enough room. So know that I’m thinking of you and thank you every single day of my life.
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This book has graphic adult content, subjects of abuse and BDSM. This story is also on the lighter side of darkness.
SAFE. SANE. CONSENSUAL.
Research research research. If you are interested in the BDSM lifestyle, please remember to tread lightly and don’t jump in head first. Get to know your surroundings. Meet likeminded people. And be safe. No two relationships are the same. What works for you, may not work for others. Choose a safeword. Trust and communication is key.
Welcome to the world of Parker Reed.
dom·i·nant
/ˈdämənənt/
adjective
1. most important, powerful, or influential.
"they are now in an even more dominant position in the market"synonyms: presiding, ruling, governing, controlling, commanding, ascendant, supreme, authoritative
noun
1. a dominant thing, in particular.
sub·mis·sive
/səbˈmisiv/
adjective
ready to conform to the authority or will of others; meekly obedient or passive.synonyms: compliant, yielding, acquiescent, unassertive, passive, obedient, biddable, dutiful, docile, pliant; Stepford; informalunder someone's thumb "she's far from being a submissive woman"
Holy shit. Holy shit balls on fire. Holy crap. I was going to interview for an internship at Reed Industries.
Reed. Industries.
Only one of the biggest marketing companies in all of North America.
My heart raced. My palms were sweaty. And if I didn’t need the damn job, I would turn around and head home. I was in over my head. Way over my head.
My stomach churned. Oh God. I was going to puke. I took a couple deep, cleansing breaths. Throwing up in front of the place I was trying to work at would not look good. At all.
I stood outside the huge office building, looking straight up. And up. How many floors was this freaking place?
“Fifty-six,” a man said, walking by me.
