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“The chemistry between Deklan and Kendra is amazing.” – 4.5 stars – Top Pick, Night Owl Reviews

"This is an excellent read."  - 4 stars - RT Book Reviews

“In a market overflowing with BDSM erotic romance, this one stands out from the pack.”
– 4 stars, Recommended Read, Romance Novel News

“There are so many aspects about this book that make it a must read.” - 3.75 stars, Guilty Pleasures Book Reviews

“With hot men, hot sex scenes and a good story, how could you not read it!” – 4 stars, Incubus Publishing

“It's a rare piece of erotica that can be erotic and have thematic and emotive depth. With BONDS OF NEED
Aicher accomplishes that feat.” – Fangs, Wands & Fairy Dust

“…this book was even better than the first one in the series.” –  Fiction Vixen Book Reviews


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Book Two :  Bonds of Need

When Kendra Morgan attends a party at an exclusive sex club, she's not driven by mere curiosity. Hoping to prove she's put the past behind her, Kendra must instead face up to needs she's denied for too long. Despite her lingering fears, she can't resist the temptation to play…

Deklan Winters has had his eye on his attractive neighbor for months, but only senses Kendra is no stranger to the BDSM scene when she walks into his club. And he can tell that's not her only secret. What surprises him is his own overwhelming desire to give her what she craves—and to show her a side to the Dom/sub relationship she's never known.

With Deklan's guidance, Kendra begins to accept her forbidden needs and to recognize the fine line between pleasure and pain. But when her former Master returns to reclaim her, it will take all her courage—and all of Deklan's love—to defy her past.​

Excerpt

Copyright © 2013 by Lynda Aicher
Permission to reproduce text granted by Harlequin Books S.A.



The bag taunted her. All glossy and black, with blood red letters embossed in an elegant script proclaiming the store name. It was a simple bag, really. A standard rectangle with rope handles in the style used by most clothing stores. Yet Kendra Morgan couldn't stop staring at it.

She moved to the right, edging around the end of her bed as if a different angle would change the effect. The shift in position caused the overhead light to glare against the shiny coating blurring the lettering, but the name was already imprinted in her mind.

If she was honest, and she was trying to be that now, it wasn’t the bag itself that mocked her. No, it was the items inside that beckoned her in a silent whisper of repressed longing.

Kendra hugged herself as she struggled against her continuous inner battle. The one that waged between the desire to wear the garments and the repulsion that came with the thought of putting them on. But there was no denying the residual excitement building within her at the thought of the night to come. Of once again being in that environment surrounded by the sounds, smells and sights of forbidden acts and deviant desires played out.

Despite all reason and arguments against it, her body still responded. Her nipples ached for the pinch of a clamp and even now tingled with longing. It was a hunger that burned in her core and begged for release. Kendra inhaled, squeezing her eyes tight against the visions that dropped into her mind.

Spinning away from the damning bag and its seductive contents, she strode into the bathroom and turned on the shower. Letting the water warm, she dug through the drawers in the walk-in closet, hunting for the accessories she wanted.

Tonight was an opportunity to prove once and for all that she didn’t want that—couldn’t want that in her life. Returning to a BDSM club was another step in her own contrived rehabilitation program. She hoped it was the right one. The thought of living with her unfulfilled desires for the rest of her life was too discouraging to contemplate.

When she’d fled Eric eight months ago, she’d left with two bags, a prayer and a conviction that she’d never go back. It was all she’d dared to take. In truth, it was all she’d wanted. There’d been nothing in Eric’s penthouse that had meant anything to her. He’d stripped everything of importance from her long before then.

Finding the box at the bottom of the last drawer, Kendra pulled it out and took it to the bathroom. The simple white cardboard was a standard discount jewelry box, nothing special to denote the significance of the contents. Setting it on the counter, she turned away, clenching her shaking hands in frustration.

She could do this. She needed to do this.​

Copyright © 2013 by Harlequin Enterprises Limited


Publication Date:  03-04-2013​
Carina Press
ISBN:  9781426896071​​
Type: eBook & Audio​
Genre: Erotic Romance​
Length: Novel, 85,000 words​
Series: Wicked Play


Welcome to the Twin Cities' most exclusive BDSM club, THE DEN. Where every sexual fetish can be explored without judgment or risk of exposure. Release your secret desires and come join in the wicked play.

LYNDA AICHER