Release Date: July 14
She was forbidden.
I didn’t care.
As my best friend’s little sister, Macey Hale was off-limits, but the girl was tempting as sin and forbidden as fuck. I wish I could say that stopped me. I wish I could tell you I behaved like a gentleman.
When she waltzes back into my life with that same spark I fell for, looking every bit the beautiful woman I knew she’d grow into, I have to force myself to remember I’m different from the man she once knew. I’m colder. Harder. And for good reason.
With my heart on lockdown and my hands aching to touch her, I set out to prove that I can keep myself in check this time.
No strings. No attachments.
And definitely no falling for her again.
If you love steamy romance, you won't want to miss this older brother's best friend romance.
This is book two in the Lessons with the Dom series, following The Gentleman Mentor. Both are complete standalone novels featuring sexy Dominant men you're sure to fall in love with. Enjoy!
SARAH'S 4 STAR REVIEW:
I absolutely love everything that Kendall Ryan writes. Sinfully Mine is the second book in her Lessons with a Dom series and tells the story of Reece and Macey.
Reece is the owner of Crave, one of the hottest BDSM clubs in Chicago. He loves the lifestyle of a Dom because he gets to have complete control over everything. He hasn't been in a serious relationship for many years because her pushed the one girl he has always loved out of his life so she could go to college and make something of herself. He never told anyone about the girl that got away because she happens to be his best friends little sister. His world gets turned upside down when Macey shows up his club one night after not seeing her for 6 long years. Will he let Macey back into his life or will he push her away again?
"She’s the one girl I never forgot. And trust me, I tried. For years I tried to wipe my brain clean of the memories of her sweet and loving nature, her kindness, her spark."
Macey has been in love with Reece for as long as she can remember. She was completely heartbroken when he broke things off with her years ago. When she catches her boyfriend sleeping with their landlord she packs up and heads to Chicago to be closer to her brother and Nana. She decides to try and find Reece and can't believe that he is the owner of a BDSM club. She decides to go there and check it out and maybe have a little fun while she is there. When she tells Reece she wants to have a little fun he convinces her to let him show her a few things with no strings attached. Will she be able to walk away after the three lessons they agree to are over or will being with Reece again bring all those feelings back and she will decide she wants more? How will her brother and Reece's best friend react to the news of their no strings relationship?
I loved the connection between Reece and Macey. I feel that the story ended a little too quickly though and would have liked a look further into the future of Reece and Macey's relationship. I loved the emotional rollercoaster this book took me on. It was nice catching up with Brielle and Hale from The Gentleman Mentor. I can't wait for the next book in this series!!
About The Author:
Kendall Ryan is the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of contemporary romance novels, including Hard to Love, Unravel Me, Resisting Her and When I Break.
She's a sassy, yet polite Midwestern girl with a deep love of books, and a slight addiction to lipgloss. She lives in Minneapolis with her adorable husband and two baby sons, and enjoys hiking, being active, and reading.
“What do you think you’re doing?” I find her in my closet, down on her knees and rummaging through a black duffel bag that just happens to hold all my sex toys. Apparently she did see this when she cleaned up.
“Ah, here we go.” Her fingers close around a generously sized flesh-colored vibrating dildo. “You won’t do the job? Well, I have a feeling this baby will.” She waves it in the air like she’s found the damn golden ticket. Then she rises to her feet and smiles sweetly at me.
For the love of God, this woman does not fight fair. She never has. “Where do you think you’re going with that?”
“Probably my bed, then the shower.” A line creases her forehead. “Do you have spare batteries for this thing? It might be a long night.”
“No way. Not happening. Give me the toy, Macey.” I reach out a hand, my voice as stern as the set of my jaw, my fingers barely avoiding crushing the crystal tumbler in my other hand.
A slow smile uncurls on her mouth. “Why, Reece Jackson, are you jealous?” She eyes the toy in her hand and then lets her gaze slip seductively down to the crotch of my pants.
If she really thinks that toy’s size has me feeling insecure, she’s insane. Certifiably. “You really don’t remember, do you?” Now I’m the one smiling. She’ll be in for a pleasant surprise later.
“I remember everything. I remember how you always made me keep my underwear on, and that I never actually saw you”—her gaze flicks downward—”down there. I only felt you with my hand, and since I had nothing to base it on, I assumed all guys were like that.”
“Well, in that case, you’ll be sorely disappointed with this toy.” I snatch the dildo from her hand and toss it back in the open bag.
“What do you think you’re doing?” she asks, planting a hand on her hip. “You left me hanging at the restaurant.”
“And you will stay like that until I say so.”
I lean closer and tuck a lock of auburn hair behind her ear. “I know, sweetheart, but I’m trying here. I’m trying to instruct you, and also be a good friend to Hale.”
“What Hale doesn’t know won’t hurt him. We’re both grown-ups, right?”
“Don’t your lessons usually involve sex?”
“Yes,” I say, unequivocally. Fuck. Yes.
“Well, I want my junk touching your junk. Do you want that too?”
“Yeah,” I choke out. Did she just say junk?
“Okay then, it’s settled. Three lessons. Our genitals will be friends, and that’s it. At the end of it, we part ways.”
That’s what I’m afraid of.
I take a deep breath, steeling my resolve. I have to stick to the terms of our agreement—three lessons. Three opportunities to show Macey who’s in charge. There can be no emotional ties. No, this will be all about the physical.
Even if my heart wanted her at one time, things have changed. My faith in love has been all but obliterated, initially by my own first love, then by watching my parents’ marriage dissolve into a nasty battle. Later it was further damaged by witnessing my best friend’s betrayal by the woman he gave his heart to. I’ve been successful at completely tuning it all out, allowing me to become the man I am today.
The only kind of relationship I want is the kind where naked women trust me with their willing bodies and curious minds. I live for that hazy, disoriented sub-space look in their eyes after a particularly intense scene. The one that tells me they idolize my very existence and will do anything I command. I feel ten feet tall in those moments, like a pure sex god built for doling out pleasure and punishment.
Taking Macey to that place is something I’ve fantasized about, but never thought I’d make a reality. Do I dare go there with the woman who once owned me so completely?
You bet your sweet ass I’m going to. You only live once, right? There’s a saying for this . . . carpe diem or something. Seize the day, I think. Macey is giving me her submission on a silver platter, and what happens behind closed doors will be our business. Hale doesn’t call all the shots, even if he likes to think he does.
Leaning forward with my elbows on the table, I lift my gaze to Macey’s. “What I want, sweetheart is you naked, bound, and spread open before me, your wrists laced together with my rope, your ankles pinned with my spreader bar. Your cunt waiting for me to fill it. You will be used as I see fit. Do you understand?”
Her quick inhalation of breath signals this is an idea she finds appealing, which only excites me more. I have to remind myself to keep detached.
“Will I be gagged?” she asks.
“No.” I smile at her. “You won’t be gagged. I’ll want to hear all the pretty whimpers and cries falling from your mouth.”
“And what about you?” she asks. “Will I be able to touch you? Kiss you?”
My own heart rate spikes despite the calm, cool demeanor I’m struggling to keep in place. “Do you want those things?”
Nodding eagerly, she meets my stare. “I think you know I do.”
“I don’t know you anymore, Macey. You keep forgetting that. You’ve walked back in my life like we can pick up right where we left off, but we’ve both changed.”
She watches me for a few quiet moments, as if she wants to disagree. “You never answered the question.” A smile twitches on her mouth.
“You will touch me when, how, and where I say.” My tone comes out harsher than I intended. Damn, get it together. “And kissing is not something I generally do with my submissives, but given our history, I’ll take it under advisement.”
Fuck, there’s nothing I want more than my mouth on hers.