Synopsis
A man looking for a new beginning
Hunter Donovan is a writer who dreamed of penning the great
American novel but settled for a job running the family business, Donovan
Books. Trapped publishing other people’s stories, Hunter buries his
frustrations in vodka and an endless parade of one-night stands.
A woman with a secret
Cary Anderson is the perky, petite, and staunchly
determined editor who is well versed in erotica fiction. But Cary has a
kinky side that she is struggling to keep hidden from the world.
Fed up with dwindling sales, Hunter hopes to breathe new
life into his publishing house by breaking into the risqué world of erotica. He
hires Cary to rescue his company and she is keen to show her new boss
everything she knows. But what starts out as a lesson in sexual fiction turns
into an unexpected roller coaster ride of disastrous romantic encounters. And
just when Cary helps stir Hunter’s creative voice, he uncovers the truth about
her wicked ways.
Some ties that bind can cut right to the heart in…The
Bondage Club.
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The veil of evening was reaching across his office window
when Hunter’s cell phone on the side of his desk rang. Checking the caller ID,
he frowned when he saw that the number was blocked.
“This is Hunter
Donovan,” he barked into the phone.
“Do you always answer the phone in such a cheerful manner?” a seductive female voice reprimanded.
“That depends
on who this is.”
“Cary told me
of your little meeting today, and your interest in my next book. You don’t
waste any time do you?”
Hunter’s heart
skipped a beat. “Well, well, Ms. Slut. Nice to hear your voice again. I hope
your time at the Book Expo was worthwhile.”
“You were the
highlight of my trip, Mr. Donovan.”
Hunter smiled
as he sat back in his creaky desk chair. “I’m so glad. I was beginning to think
you didn’t like me.”
“Have you ever
met a woman who didn’t like you?”
The question
made Hunter chuckle. “Which answer will get me your next book, Ms. Slut?”
A high-pitched
tinkling laugh came through the speaker of his iPhone, making Hunter’s stomach
flutter ever so lightly. “I like a man who doesn’t waste time with sweet talk.
Check your email. I just sent you the manuscript. It’s called The Bondage Club, and if you’re
interested, e-mail me a contract, and I will look it over.”
“Can I ask what
it’s about? I mean, with a title like that I can guess, but….” His voice faded
as his curiosity rose.
“There are many
different kinds of bondage, Mr. Donovan, that don’t involve ropes, chains, or
even handcuffs.”
Hunter gaped at
his cell phone. “I don’t get it.”
“Love can be a form of bondage,” she
explained. “We can get tied to someone just as easily as we can be tied up by
someone. The book is about bondage in all of its forms.”
“Then I look
forward to reading it.” He paused as he thought of an idea. “But why not come
to my office? We can discuss the details of the contract over lunch,” he
pursued with a hint of insistence in his voice.
“I don’t think
so. Lunch with you would be dangerous.”
Hunter coyly
smiled. “For which one of us, Ms. Slut?”
“I’m not your
type, Mr. Donovan.”
Hunter’s body
rippled with the hint of a challenge. “You never know; if Donovan Books handles
your novel, we may grow on each other.”
“I hope not.
Getting involved with the man who publishes my book would complicate matters.
I’m also a very demanding author. I might get on your nerves after a time.”
“I have a lot
of demanding authors. You would fit right in.”
“Do you usually
try and date your authors, or will I be the first?”
He fingered a
corner of the manuscript open on the desk before him as his imagination began
to wander. “You would be the first. I never date clients.”
“I heard a
nasty little rumor to the contrary, about your brother and Monique Delome. They
were engaged and then she up and married some Texas oil man. Lucky girl.”
“Lucky to be
rid of my brother,” Hunter returned, pushing the manuscript in front of him to
the side.
“Oh, do I
detect a note of sibling rivalry, Mr. Donovan?”
He leaned back
in his chair and turned his eyes to his arched window. “Rivalry, nah. More like
deep-seated hatred. And if I’m going to bare my soul to you, you should start
calling me, Hunter.”
“Let me guess,
Hunter.” Her voice was throaty and delicious, spurring on his desire. “He stole
your Legos when you were six and you have never forgiven him.”
Hunter ran his
hand over his face, feeling the conversation was getting a little too personal.
“Never mind my brother. Let’s talk about you.”
“I make it a practice
never to talk about myself. The less people know about me, the better.”
“I don’t agree,
Ms. Sl….” Hunter crinkled his brow. “What else can I call you? Ms. Slut is
too—”
“Call me
Smuttie, if you like.”
“Smuttie…don’t
you have a real name?”
“Smuttie is all
you need to know.” The sound of voices in the background broke in. “Let me know
what you think of my manuscript, Hunter. I’ll be waiting to hear from you.”
Then the line went dead.
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Summary
A man looking for a new beginning.
Hunter Donovan is a writer who dreamed of penning the great American novel but settled for a job running the family business, Donovan Books. Trapped publishing other people’s stories, Hunter buries his frustrations in vodka and an endless parade of one-night stands.
A woman with a secret.
Cary Anderson is the perky, petite, and staunchly determined editor who is well versed in erotica fiction. But Cary has a kinky side that she is struggling to keep hidden from the world.
Fed up with dwindling sales, Hunter hopes to
breathe new life into his publishing house by breaking into the risqué world of
erotica. He hires Cary to rescue his company and she is keen to show her new
boss everything she knows. But what starts out as a lesson in sexual fiction
turns into an unexpected roller coaster ride of disastrous romantic encounters.
And just when Cary helps stir Hunter’s creative voice, he uncovers the truth
about her wicked ways.
Some ties that bind can cut right to the heart
in…The Bondage Club.
First Impressions
This book so far is not at all what I thought
it was going to be about. This isn't
necessarily a bad thing so I’m not disappointed at all. I really love Hunter, and I find Cary very
intriguing but I’m about 25% of the way through and I already know her secret.
This is a pretty light easy read which I haven’t had in a while so I am
enjoying it.
What I
Loved
Not So
Much
I really
don’t have tons of negative things to say about The Bondage Club. It was written really well and I really liked
the characters. I guess one of my
problems was that I didn't totally LOVE Cary.
She kind of annoyed me towards the end being so stubborn and one sided
about people’s view of her. I didn't blame her for that but to me it was so obvious that Hunter saw her one way,
because it was proven over and over again but she just refused to see it that
way. I have a feeling though that I’m
not supposed to support her ignorance when it comes to Hunter and because this
book is written purely from Hunter’s
point of view I have no idea what Cary was really thinking during this time.
This
Book Was…
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