Molly Harper has always been considered a wild child. Not that she was ever really crazy. But she could be called rash at times. This was a quality that has gotten her into a few scrapes. Thankfully, she has always had someone she could rely on to help her out. Even if he does grumble about her irresponsibility. But during her summer vacation from college, she has finally gotten the chance to get out from underneath the watchful eye of her unwarranted protector, Scott Monroe. In the romantic, beautiful city of Paris, no less. But when her rash, passionate decisions landed her right in Scott’s lap, she knew her life was changing forever.

Scott was not looking to work with his father’s company any longer than he had to. Just long enough to show him that he was able to make what his father called “adult decisions”. His dream was to open a club in the heart of Denver and be his own boss, business owner. In order to do that, he needed his father's help and money. But when Molly is literally kneeling in front of him, looking up at him with those sexy, defiant eyes, he would forget his plans every time.

Molly is determined to not let Scott ruin another fun and exciting adventure. Until she realizes that Scott is exactly the person she needs to show her this new lifestyle that she has found.
Scott just wanted to keep her safe until he could find someone to take care of her. If there was someone that lived up to his standards, that is.

The Dom That Got Away: The Lost Dom Series

I followed Scott into the club, trying to keep my eyes on the ground. When Jean-Pierre brought me in, he had made it clear that subs were required to keep their eyes and heads down. It bothered me, but with this being only my second time here, I didn't want to rock the boat... at least not yet. 


I was so busy trying to look sweet and demure that I almost ran into Scott's back when he stopped suddenly. Startled, I looked up to see what was going on. 


The walkway was blocked by a large man with dirty blonde hair. He was dressed in ripped jeans and an odd, out-of-place flannel shirt. There was a kindness in his eyes along with a spark of mischievousness that gave him a bit of a boy look, making his age hard to guess. He seemed to be in his early thirties based on the lines on his tanned face. 


Chapter 33: The Couch Talk