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 sat on the stool behind the cash register and kicked my heels off. I had hit my limit in these damned heels about 5 hours ago, but that was what happened when the evening assistant manager called in sick for the fifth time this week. 


Letting out a sigh of relief, I tried to inconspicuously rub my pantyhose-covered feet. I loved managing this restaurant, but it was hell on the arches, I thought with a giggle. 


“How can you still be smiling after the fifth 16-hour shift in a week?” 


I looked up to see one of my servers coming around the corner out of the VIP area in the back. Of course, it wasn’t exactly a VIP area, but that’s what we called it, so people didn’t enter it. The only time the back area was open was after 8 in the evening, when the restaurant closed. After that, I would go into the back and start setting up for the very specific crowd that Scott liked to cater to. 


Epilogue: Becca