Authors: Lara Valentine
Tags: #Romance
His Submissive Jewel [The Martinis and Chocolate Book Club 3] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic)
The Martinis and Chocolate Book Club 3
His Submissive Jewel
Noelle Carter is in Montana to help with her sister’s wedding. She didn’t plan on needing to be rescued from a dangerous storm, nor did she plan on falling for the sexiest man she’s ever met. When she finds out he’s the head of a family of Dominants, she knows she should move slowly, but her feelings are too great. She plunges into a relationship with him, reveling in the passion he can arouse with just a simple touch.
Cam Hunter knows he’s a strict Dom. He never thought he’d find the perfect woman and submissive, but Noelle has stolen his heart. She’s turned him inside out and upside down. One minute he wants to kiss her senseless and the next he wants to spank her bottom bright red.
When Noelle is hurt, he knows it’s no accident. Someone is targeting her, and if Cam wants a lifetime with his woman, he’ll need to find the person responsible.
Genre:
BDSM, Older H/h, Western/Cowboys
Length:
55,883 words
The Martinis and Chocolate
Book Club 3
Lara Valentine
EVERLASTING CLASSIC
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HIS SUBMISSIVE JEWEL
Copyright © 2013 by Lara Valentine
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First E-book Publication: March 2013
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HIS SUBMISSIVE JEWEL
The Martinis and Chocolate Book Club 3
LARA VALENTINE
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Noelle Carter was seriously screwed. What had seemed like a simple, no-big-deal thunderstorm earlier had turned into a nasty and possibly dangerous situation. Her impetuous and slightly stubborn nature had once again got her in trouble. She should have pulled off the road hours ago when she saw the weather change. But no, she stubbornly stuck to her schedule, determined to make her destination tonight. Now she would probably spend the night on the side of the road.
Noelle navigated her Honda Accord at a snail’s pace up the deserted, rutted road. She strained to see through the sheets of rain obscuring her vision. The windshield wipers were going as fast as they could, but made little difference. The visibility was terrible, and she was afraid she was going to drive right off the road. She had long past left the streetlights of civilization behind and was now gripping her steering wheel with white knuckles, fighting the whipping wind determined to veer her off to the side of the road.
According to the map her sister, Abby, had provided her, the destination should be just about forty miles ahead. Noelle had been driving for three days from her home in Florida to this remote area of Montana for her little sister’s wedding, and she was exhausted, hungry, and a little cranky.
Abby had fallen in love with a young man whose family owned a ranch, and the wedding would be held there. Noelle had agreed to come out ahead of the rest of the family to help with the arrangements. She had also designed the wedding rings for the couple. Thankfully, they were tucked safely away in her luggage in the backseat of the car. She hoped the couple would be as happy with them as she was. The set was some of her best work as a jewelry designer.
Her shoulders ached with tension and fatigue, and her stomach rumbled with hunger. She had been driving since early this morning, and she prayed her journey was hopefully near its end. When it was clear the weather was taking a turn for the worse, Noelle had called Abby to tell her she might be delayed. Abby had tried to convince her to pull over for the night, but so close to her destination, Noelle couldn’t fathom stopping. She was cursing herself now. She could barely see two feet in front of the car.
Headlights in the distance had Noelle inching her car to the right, stopping on what she hoped was the shoulder. The last thing she wanted was a collision if she was over the center line. Or the center of the road, since there were no lines painted on this practically dirt road. She watched as an SUV slowed down as it neared her. She couldn’t see the driver, but the vehicle was one of those Land Rovers that could handle these rough roads. The Rover passed her but quickly turned around and pulled up beside her. She breathed a sigh of relief, hoping the driver might tell her where she could pull over for the night. She rolled down her window as the driver did the same. For one moment, every horror film she’d ever seen flashed before her eyes. Getting into a car with, or even just talking to, a complete stranger on a dark, deserted road seemed a dumb thing to do, no matter what the weather was.
It was a dark and stormy night…
She giggled at her flight of fancy. She should be more serious, but it wasn’t in her nature. She could see the humor in just about any situation.
“Noelle? Noelle Carter? Your sister, Abby, sent me to get you.”
Thank you, Abby.
She could barely hear the voice of the driver, muffled by the driving rain, but if he knew her name it ruled out psychopathic killer pretty quick. She waved and called back, the rain getting in the window and soaking her and the seat.
“Yes! Yes, I’m Noelle!”
“I’ll come out and help you into the car. Just give me a minute.”
“You’ll get soaked. I’ll just hop up in the passenger seat from here. Just open the passenger door and I’ll make it quick.”
“I’m already wet. Let me help you.”
His voice was deep and firm, and she found herself wanting to obey it. Too bad, she wasn’t the obeying type.
“So am I, so a little more isn’t going to make any difference. Let’s do this.”
She was wet and only going to get wetter when she left the relative safety and warmth of her car. She grabbed her purse and steeled herself, before opening the car door.
It was a deluge. She was soaked in an instant, her skin pelted by the pouring rain. She quickly pressed the door lock button for her car and pulled herself up and into the seat of the Land Rover, closing the door. She pushed her long, wet hair back from her face and tried to give her rescuer a thankful smile.
“Thanks. I was getting pretty worried driving in this. We have storms in Florida, but I’m familiar with the roads, and we have streetlights. I was afraid I was going to drive off the road with that wild wind.”
The cab was dark, but she could see her rescuer give her a smile, too. He was a big man and seemed to take up a lot of space in the small interior. He radiated control and strength, even in the dark. Somehow, she knew he could handle the storm or anything else thrown at them. He also seemed to be soaked to the skin. She could smell his yummy masculine scent mixed with the scent of the rain. Did he look as good as he smelled?
“You’re welcome. I would have been happy to help you into the car. Independent little cuss, aren’t you?” She could hear his deep chuckle and blushed, glad it was dark and he couldn’t see the telltale stain on her cheeks. She was independent, but she’d had to be. Starting her own jewelry design business at age twenty-one bred independence. She had learned to stand on her own two feet pretty quickly. She’d been told she was stubborn and impetuous, too. At least that was what her last few boyfriends had told her.
“And by the way, that’s a Montana wind. You never would have made it to the house. The road is flooded out due to the storm. The Land Rover can make it through, but not your sedan. We’ll get your car tomorrow. There’s a towel on the seat behind you. It won’t help much, but it’s better than nothing.”
His voice was warm and sexy, sliding over her already-heightened senses like a rich, mellow whiskey. Noelle felt the shiver of arousal zing up her spine in response. She pushed the feeling away and reached behind her and grabbed the towel gratefully. Now was not the time to be lusting after some cowboy in Montana, no matter how glad she was to not be driving anymore.
She was also shivering, cold, and wet, but determined not to complain. He had to be as uncomfortable as she was, but he wasn’t whining. She might be independent and stubborn, but, dammit, she wasn’t a whiner.
“I tried to call a few minutes ago, but I didn’t have any bars on my cell phone.”
“Cell phone coverage is spotty out here. We use radios around the ranch. I’ll let them know we’re on our way.”
He picked up the handset.
“Hunter 5, this is Hunter 1.”
“Hey, Hunter 1. Did you find Abby’s big sister?”
