Playing Jax

Steve Jax is hunting down a drug dealer responsible for killing teenagers in the quiet community where his lives. He doesn’t have time for love. Besides, he buried his heart, along with his soul mate, two years ago. He took his turn in the game of love and it didn’t work out, end of story. His new neighbor might stir certain passions within him, but jangraham-playing jaxcoverhis dark, kinky desires aren’t the sort of thing he wants her exposed to, after all, she used to be a nun for Christ’s sake. Even though Rhia McCabe hid under a religious veil from the time she was eighteen, she’s started a new chapter in her life. Everything has changed, including her newfound sexual desire for the sexy cop across the road. She knows Steve Jax is a Dom that needs a submissive woman in his life, and that’s exactly what she intends to be. After all, she spent most of her life submitting to the church, how much different could it be submitting to a strong man like Steve? He might think he doesn’t have the capacity to love her, but with a little help from his friends, Rhia is determined to convince him otherwise.
(Playing Jax is a contemporary romantic suspense novel with BDSM elements and a M/F romantic pairing) 

Playing Jax is book 2 in the Wylde Shore series.

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Excerpt from Playing Jax:

Steve watched Rhia thoughtfully. This was the penguin? Surely not. She was too shapely, too young, and too pretty. Hell, she was too damn sexy to have ever been a nun. He couldn’t decide if the fact he was growing hard under his jeans meant he was destined to go to hell. A smile edged at his lips as Rhia adjusted her top so he couldn’t see her stomach, the downward pull of the shirt revealing tightly budded nipples beneath the fabric.
Maybe he wasn’t the only one in this conversation having impure thoughts. His cock pulsed harder as he thought of a befitting punishment for a nun with impure thoughts.
His black, heavy-weighted leather flogger sprang to mind. He imagined her cuffed to the St. Andrew’s cross he kept stored in his garage, him behind her, wielding the first lash of leather tails against her skin. His cock stiffened and pressed uncomfortably against his tight denims. Steve needed to get his mind under control. If he didn’t, Rhia would be in all sorts of trouble. Besides, he got the distinct impression she was a little uncomfortable being this close to him. She fidgeted with her clothing some more. Maybe she simply felt a little exposed in that snug little PJ set…that damn-fine, hug-her-body-like-a-glove, little PJ set.
Stop it, you Neanderthal, she used to be a nun.
Steve cleared his throat and addressed the issue at hand. Well, one of them. There was nothing he could do about his erection at this moment in time.
“So…did you bring a key out with you, or do you need help to get back inside?” Steve removed his leather jacket and handed it to her. “So you don’t feel as exposed.”
He watched as she took his jacket and quickly shrugged it on, wrapping it firmly around her body. Well that did nothing to ease the throb in his pants. Now she looked even sexier. The jacket completely covered her. The arms were way too long, and the leather kissed against her bare thighs as she tried to adjust the sleeves so her hands were exposed. Jesus, now she looked like she had nothing on, except the jacket. The sound of her voice snapped him back to reality.
“Thank you, Steve, and yes, I do need help to get back in.”
He dipped his hand into his jean pocket and pulled out a set of keys. He could feel her watching him but knew he couldn’t afford to look at her. If he got any harder, he might bust the zip in his pants. Then there’d be no hiding what he felt about her. His beast of lust was trying to break its leash, and he was not going to let that happen. Well, not tonight anyway.
Not any night, you idiot. She’s Meg and Barry’s sister…and she used to be a nun.