Best-selling, award-winning author Sue Swift, a.k.a Suz deMello, has
written over fifteen novels, plus several short stories and non-fiction
articles. She writes in numerous genres including romance, mystery, paranormal,
historical, contemporary comedy and erotica. She’s a freelance editor who’s
worked for Total-E-Bound, Ai Press, Liquid Silver Books and Etopia Press. She
also takes on private clients.
Her books have been favorably reviewed in PW, Kirkus and Booklist,
attained the finals of the RITA and reached the top ten on a bestseller list.
A former trial attorney, she resides in northern California. Her passion
is world travel, and she’s left the US over a dozen times, including stints
working overseas for many months. Right now, she's working on her next
manuscript and planning her next trip.
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Agent
Kathie Belmont has long lusted after her boss, Ross Guerrero, but has never
plucked up the courage to even flirt with him. Could he be the strong but
tender Master she craves?
Ross
wants Kathie in his life—on her knees. But the constraints of their jobs with
an ultra-secret US security agency have come between them.
Then
the sadistic drug trafficker El Silencio is tempted into a deal with Ross’s
undercover persona—a deal that will go down at a BDSM party. With Kathie
disguised as his sex slave, Ross sets out to bring down the criminal gang, and
perhaps to tempt Kathie into performing her role for him…forever.
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out the book at http://www.jasminejade.com/p-10173-for-my-master.aspx
*****
Excerpt from Chapter One
Station chief Ross Guerrero tapped a pencil
on his blotter and scrutinized Kathie Belmont, seated on a straight-backed
chair on the other side of his wide, government-issue desk. A soft-faced young
woman, she had the healthy good looks of a college student or a California
beach cutie, common here in San Diego. Her mink-brown hair with tasteful gold
highlights was blunt cut at her chin, masking a strong jaw line. Wide,
long-lashed eyes regarded Ross with openness and candor.
With multiple piercings in each ear and a
silver toe ring peeping from her sandal, she looked like any girl attending San
Diego State, UCSD or even Chula Vista High. In reality, Belmont was twenty-nine
years old, had graduated with honors in criminal justice from Pepperdine, then
gone on to a short but successful career as a police officer in Los Angeles.
She’d joined the US Security Agency, performing well during training and in her
first assignments. Now he’d find out if she was ready for more demanding tasks.
Her appearance was as useful as her black
belt and her Glock. Living proof of the maxim “you can’t judge a book by its
cover,” Agent Belmont, who’d been orphaned as a teen, had capably cared for her
two younger siblings, fighting to keep her family together. She was as
competent an operative as any he’d encountered during his thirteen years with
the agency.
“Here’s the situation.” Ross set his china
espresso cup into its saucer with a click. “There’s a group of baddies selling
drugs just over the border. Mostly steroids, but some crystal, crack, horse …
you name it, they’ve got it. Because they’re in Mexico, the usual law
enforcement agencies can’t go in.”
Her hazel eyes gleamed. “But we can.”
“Yes, we can. But there’s a twist.”
She shrugged tanned shoulders, revealed by
her sleeveless pink blouse. “Isn’t there always?”
“They run their drugs and whores out of a
party house.” He eyed her, wondering if she was up for the job. “An orgy
house.”
Her brows lifted. “They still exist in the
age of AIDS?”
“They do. This one is in a chi-chi area
called the Zona Rio, on the south side of the Tijuana River.” He paused,
tapping the pencil on the blotter. “I can’t go in without a woman.”
She cleared her throat. “Exactly what would
this mission entail, sir?” Her voice was crisp and professional.
Even so, Ross noted the signs of nervous
excitement. A slight sheen of perspiration between her breasts, where their
tops were displayed by the scooped neck of her shirt. She fiddled with her hair
and didn’t meet his eyes. She crossed her suntanned knees, exposed by a blue
denim mini-skirt, then recrossed them, giving him a brief glimpse of pink
panties. His pulse jumped. Had she intended to flash him?
He cleared his throat. “They won’t know you
understand Spanish," he continued. "You’d listen as well as watch my
back. This is a group of evil bastards with absolutely no morals. They’re even
selling to steroids to minors, school kids with a dream of getting out of the
slums as athletes.”
Her lips firmed. “Let’s get ‘em, sir.”
“Your life could depend upon unswerving
obedience to protocol. Truthfully, Belmont, I’m not sure you can do it.”
She bristled. “Why not?”
“The second in command is a, uh, rather
unusual woman. A Dominant in a country of submissive females. To impress her,
I’d accompany you as your submissive. Your…slave.”
Her elegant jaw dropped. “You’re shittin’
me.”
He wagged a finger at her. “Language, young
lady.”
“Pardon me, sir.” She shut her mouth with
an audible snap, then said, “Is this plan sanctioned by HQ?”
He evaded, saying, “You know that they give
me considerable latitude.”
Her eyes narrowed. “In other words, no, but
you think you can get away with it.”
He smiled.
“Why me?” Her intelligent gaze shone from a
face vivid with curiosity.
“You’re smart and tough. You’re used to
giving orders, the way you did to keep your family together.”
Her chuckle was rueful. “Confidentially,
sir, you have no idea how much that took out of me.”
He shrugged. “The USSA is demanding. And
this mission will take a lot out of both of us. Do you think this would be easy
for me?”
“I don’t know.” Her gaze stroked him again,
still brimful of curiosity, though now the curiosity was tinctured with
something else. Something more.
Sexual curiosity. She wanted to know what
he was really like, at a very basic level.
“Would it be easy for you to
be…submissive?” she asked. “Is that who you truly are?”
“No, but if I have to, I can fake it. Can
you be dominant?”
She bit her lip, her eyes dropping. Her
whisper was incoherent.
“Speak up,” he said. “If you’re going to
run this, run me, you have to state your orders and commands clearly.”
She raised her chin, and her eyes sparkled.
Were those tears?
She drew a shaky breath. “You know I’d do
anything for y...the agency.”
Had she been about to say, “I’d do anything
for you?” Desire tightened his balls.
“But I don’t know if I can be something I’m
not,” she went on. “I can manage situations, yes, and run any mission you
choose. But acting like a sexual dominant…” She shook her head. “That’s not me.
I’m afraid I’d blow our cover and get us both killed.”
He hesitated. The only other option
involved possible abuse of his authority, but the mission was paramount. On the
other hand—
“W-what about reversing our roles?” She
broke into his thoughts.
Had she read his mind?
But he had to be sure. “You mean, I’d
dominate you?”
She swallowed audibly. “Yes.”
A long pause ensued while he wondered if
he’d fallen into his favorite fantasy. Finally, he managed to speak.
“That could work.” He walked around the
barrier of his desk and knelt next to her chair. His face was now level with
hers, his gaze fixed on her eyes, her wide, nervous, expectant eyes. He read
fear there, as well as blatant feminine curiosity.
He’d have her exactly the way he wanted,
but he’d have to take care. A single wrong move, and she’d bolt.
Ross leaned closer, inhaling her cologne, a
fresh, bright scent he didn’t recognize but suited her perfectly. He let his
lips brush her neck, and watched the tiny hairs shift in subtle response. “I
could do that, but can you? Can you give me unswerving obedience?” he murmured
into her ear before nipping the lobe.
She gasped, and he chuckled. “Just let go,
Belmont. Just…let go.”
She turned her head to shoot him a steady
look from those compelling hazel eyes. This time, their gazes met and clashed.
Her eyes were bold, unflinching, utterly unafraid. That surprised him, but
Belmont often surprised him. It was hard to remember that her naïve façade hid
a smart, savvy agent.
He’d respected her competence and admired
her beauty. Now he’d enjoy bending her to his will.
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