The day my father agreed to testify against Terrence Randall, one of the most ruthless drug traffickers in North America, was the day I became the target of the drug lord’s enraged vengeance. I was the one thing that stood in the way of Daddy’s testimony, and the one thing that could save Randall. The man would stop at nothing to get his hands on me.

I was prepared for what was coming — as prepared as one could be when vanishing into the U.S. Marshal’s Witness Protection Program.

I just wasn’t prepared for him.

For ex-Navy SEAL turned mercenary Lake Freeman, escorting Lily Cross into the Witness Protection Program was just another job — until a better offer came along. Lake couldn’t have cared less about the life he’d been hired to protect. After all, she was a part of the very organization that had cost him so much already.

At least he never expected to care.

But when forced into a decision he never thought he’d have to make, the mission became one of survival for himself and his beautiful charge. Lake knew that in order to protect her, he’d need to bring the feisty and unpredictable Lily to heel — he couldn’t keep her safe if he couldn’t keep her under control.

But that protective urge quickly turned into something else, something dark … and his need to conquer, to claim, overrode all else.

He would keep her safe. He would keep her protected. But he would make her his, as well.

Now, all he had to do was figure out how to keep them both alive long enough to do it…

Publisher’s Warning: Intended for mature readers. 18 and over only!

This is a MF BDSM romantic suspense. Themes include: graphic sexuality, pervasive D/s, exhibitionism, spanking, bondage, anal play and other BDSM activities. If such content might offend you, please do not purchase this book.

Sample from Captive, Mine


I always knew I was different. Knew I lived a different sort of life. I just didn’t expect to end up here – like this.

I’d say I lost track of time, but I’m not sure I had it to begin with. It all happened so fast, one thing after another. I tried to think back, to see what I could have done differently. How I might have avoided this. Avoided him. I had been so, so naïve.

He had brought me here after the first place. All I knew was that the house was big and that it was remote. I never heard anything aside from a few birds, even from my room upstairs. And definitely nothing here in the cellar.

Tears again, stupid tears. I shivered. It was cold here, and damp. He was teaching me a lesson. I tucked my knees into my chest and pulled the worn blanket up over my body. He’d stripped me bare before bringing me down, before binding my hands together so tightly that my wrists were raw from the thick rope. I’d not been to the cellar before, he’d only threatened this. Only shown it to me once. And I had pushed and goaded. He had no right to keep me here – a captive. His captive.

“Let me out!” I screamed for the hundredth time, my voice hoarse, my throat too dry.

This time, though, there was an answer. The light went on in the outer room; it creeped in from beneath the door. I sat up, my heart in my throat, holding my breath as I watched that door, refusing to shrink away from it.

I heard his footsteps approach and swallowed the lump in my throat.

I was going to be punished and it was going to be bad. I knew it. He’d promised it and he always kept his promises.