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

The minute we walked into the club, the pounding bass swept through me, calling me with its rhythmic beat. It only took a moment for my steps to fall in with the beat of the music as I made a beeline for the dance floor, pulling Becca with me. I could feel how reluctant she was, Becca was never one to dance, but I wasn't about to leave her behind. 


The song ended before we got out onto the floor, forcing us to stop as the horde moved off to grab drinks, use the restroom, or hook up, which was the most likely of the choices. 


I looked over the crowd trying to spot a decent target for my… desire tonight. But though there were many well-fit, handsome young men who would be more than happy to jump at a wild time. Seeing them in their preppy clothes and sun-kissed blonde hair did nothing for me. It grew worse when I realized that they all looked the same to me. It was hard to distinguish one trust fund kid from another, and none were appealing. 


Chapter 85: Molly At The Club