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 stared at the clock, listening to it tick as I waited with my phone in my hand. It had been a week since Scott left, and each day seemed to have dragged on more than the last. 


Breakfast that morning had been a short, tense affair. Thankfully, my mother had dominated the conversation, babbling on about a new boutique she had found and all its one-of-a-kind wares. 


I'd kept my eyes on the table and picked at my food while pretending to listen. Scott had been pressing Paul for more information on the "business crisis" that required them both to be there. But Paul had been snippy and very closed-lipped. Seconds before I was sure it would come to an all-out screaming match, Paul had jerked away from the table and murmured something about packing. My mother had frowned and quickly excused herself to find out what was wrong. 


Chapter 49: Noah's Help