Book: Surrender to
Author: Rachel De
Trust. A simple notion for some, but impossibly out of reach for Jessica
Riley. The walls around her heart are built high from betrayal and years of
keeping everyone at arm’s length. She’s happy with the way her life is, or so she
Hardcore Dom, Lucas Clark, was immediately drawn to Jessica. As their
paths continue to cross, Lucas tests Jessica’s submissive nature, as well as her
steadfast resolve to keep her emotions out of her relationships. He wants more
than just sex. He demands Jess’ trust. The one thing she keeps locked away.
As their bond intensifies, Jessica fears that this Greek God will put the
pieces of her heart back together. Family, marriages and ghosts of her past all
plague her ability to trust her own decisions, especially the ones that revolve
A woman who’s afraid of heartbreak fights her own surrender against
the man who doesn’t let her play it safe anymore.
Rachel De Lune writes
emotionally driven erotic romance. She began scribbling her stories in the pages
of a notebook several years ago. Today, she’s still scribbling stories of dominance
and submission and is looking forward to releasing more books to the
Rachel lives in the
South West of England and daydreams about shoes, lingerie and chocolate, in-
between being a mum and a wife. She would love to give up her day job to devote
more time to her scribbles. For every woman who’s ever desired more. www.racheldelune.com
“Excuse me, Ms. Riley?” A deep, smoky voice catches the
attention of every atom of my being.
“Yes.” My breathy response embarrasses me. “Um, yes.
That’s me.” I straighten in my seat, before I turn my eyes up to the man who
spoke my name. Holy Jesus Christ! A tall, dark haired, green eyed god
stands before me. He holds out his hand to introduce
“I’m Dr. Clark. Dr. Cross is running a little late. I thought I
could get started with some of the paper work while we wait.” I watch his lips
move and I think I can hear the words. My arm moves of its own volition towards
his palm. My hand slides into his and the gentle squeeze of his fingers around
mine melts a part of me inside. We shake. The contact lasts longer than I’d
usually be happy with. Not this time. I don’t want to drop his
“Pleased to meet you.” My voice isn’t even recognisable as
mine. I look up into his eyes and see them darken before me, the pupils grow
wider. My heart beats wildly in my chest and I seat myself back down before my
legs give out.
Dr. Clark steps around me and takes a seat at the other end
of the sofa. A cool, fresh scent fills my senses as he passes and makes my core
contract with excitement.
“If you would fill this out, please.” He hands me a clipboard
with some papers attached to it. I pull my focus from the good Doctor and look at
what he’s handed me. Name, address, date of birth… mundane basic information
to register with The Clark Practice.
I dutifully start writing my details with the pen clipped to
the board. I try, really hard, not to sneak a few glances back to Dr. Clark, but I
can’t stop myself. My eyes feel drawn to him. Magnetically being pulled to admire
his stubble covered jaw, his forest green eyes. Through the tops of my lashes I
notice that he hasn’t stopped his watch of me. That thought heats my body faster
than baking in the midday sun.