Book: Stone Wear
By Marilyn Lakewood
Genre: Erotic Romance/BDSM
When a woman who loves too deeply meets a man who doesn’t love at all, something’s got to give.
32 year old photographer, Jillian Ingram, fills the emptiness in her life with single-minded commitment to work. After the death of her dominant husband, she avoids all reminders of her past and denies her yearning to submit to another man…but when masterful Nick Colton promises to fulfill three of her deepest fantasies, it’s a temptation she can’t refuse. He’s the perfect Dom – hardcore, generous, and temporary. His offer of a weekend affair suits her perfectly, because for a long-term relationship, Jillian needs the one thing that Nick can’t give…love.
37 year old Nick Colton doesn’t want romance. Burned by a recent divorce, all he requires now is a night or a weekend with a woman who likes cuffs, clamps, and hard sex. No talk of long-term relationships and especially love. He’s given up finding that one special submissive who’s strong enough to surrender to his control—until he meets Jillian, the woman of his hottest fantasies. But Jillian’s commitment to her career is as strong as Nick’s aversion to relationships, and when their weekend ends, they must each decide if a commitment to temporary should be a commitment to forever.
“You’re avoiding me.” Nick stood in the darkened living room, gazing out the picture window. Jill’s silhouette reflected on the glass, backlit by the hall light as she crept toward the kitchen.
Her head jerked in his direction, and she slapped a hand to her chest. “You scared me!”
“I must. You’ve taken serious evasive measures. I showered in the boat and fifteen minutes later, when I came inside, you’d already retreated to your room.”
She drew herself up. Nick imagined a porcupine bristling with quills.
“Listen to me, Mr. Colton, I’ve been gracious letting you stay here, but you have no right to question me or my whereabouts.”
“I’d like to be the man who does have the right.” He turned to face her. “I’d like to be the man who controls you, the man you surrender to.”
She shook her head and looked away. “No one controls me now.”
A few steps brought him close enough to tip her head toward him. “But someone did. Someone you called Sir. Am I right?” Her breathy little sound of surprise made his cock jerk.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Yes, you do. Let’s not play that game. You’re taking pictures for Stone Wear, a company that makes clothes for dominant men. Men who believe in, or practice BDSM…at least in their sexual life. You know exactly what I’m talking about and you know I’m one of those men. Or do you want to deny that too?”
She tried to shift away. “Why are we having this conversation?”
He cupped his hand on her cheek to keep her still. “Why are you so nervous about it?”
“I’m not nervous.” She backed up.
“Yes, nervous, and you’re avoiding me. Why?” He took a step closer and she bolted, spinning away and retreating to the kitchen.
She flicked on every light she could find and went to the fridge. He stood in the doorway, watching her while she poured some skim milk into a cup and went to the microwave.
“Do you usually have trouble sleeping?”
“It’s been worse the last two days.”
Because of him?
“Did you eat anything tonight?”
“No.” She pulled the warm milk out of the oven and sipped.
She shook her head.
“I’ll make you a sandwich.” When she started to decline, he added, “I won’t touch you.”
She squinted at him. “Promise?”
Skeptical little thing. “Yes, I promise to fix you a sandwich and not touch you…tonight. Unless you swoon into my arms.”
She chuckled. “I’m not the swooning type.”
“Good, remember that after you’ve tasted the sandwich I make you.” He went to the fridge and pulled out the needed items. Nick knew he could put together a good sandwich, among other things. “Why don’t you sit at the table and I’ll bring it to you.”
“Thanks.” She added some more milk to her cup, heated it in the microwave again and sat at the kitchen table.
Nick made a half a sandwich for himself. He didn’t want her to feel uncomfortable eating alone. He wanted a chance to talk and get to know her, and she needed to relax before she’d open up to him. In a couple of days, he’d have the dock and boat fixed, so he didn’t have much time to win her over.
“Here you go.” He put the small dinner plate in front of her, then settled himself across the table with his own snack. “No swooning now.”
She smiled and took a bite. “Mmm.” Her eyes rounded with surprise as she chewed and swallowed. “This is good. I thought you meant I’d faint because it’s awful.” She ate some more.
“See, I’m not all bad.” He pushed his sandwich around on his plate.
“I’m sure you’re not, but you have to admit finding a drunk, rain-soaked man outside is unusual. What were you doing out on the lake by yourself and dressed in a tux?”
“I’m a businessman who needed a little downtime. Some cancelled appointments gave me the opportunity to spend a couple of days on the boat. I left a black-tie affair in Seattle, went straight to the airport and made my way to the Laketon marina, where I keep my boat. I was out on the lake when the storm blew in, and I hit a submerged log. You know the rest.”
“So you live in Seattle?”
“Yes, most of the time. I prefer the country though. Where do you live?”
“Portland, but I travel a lot for work.”
“Have you always been a photographer?”
“I can’t imagine doing anything else.”
“A smooth evasion. All right, then tell me about your insomnia.”
“I know why you’re doing this.” Her gaze lowered. “And it won’t work.”
She sighed. “You’re being attentive because you want sex—and it won’t work because I’m me. I have ethics about becoming involved with anyone while I’m on the job, even if I’m attracted to them.”
“So you’re attracted to me?”
“I didn’t say that.”
“You think I’m ugly?”
“I didn’t say that, either.” She grinned and popped the last bite of sandwich into her mouth.
“Okay, I pass visuals. What don’t you like then?”
She drank some milk and pushed her plate aside. “It doesn’t matter what I think about you.”
“I don’t believe that any more than you do.” Nick folded his arms on the edge of the table. “My backrubs are better than my sandwiches.”
“I won’t get involved with you.” Her pretty pink lips curled into another smile, and she tilted her head curiously. “Backrubs?”
“Oh, yeah…but I’d have to touch you.”
Marilyn and her husband live in the northwest U.S., not too far from the Canadian border. She thinks the long, cold winters are perfect “writing weather.” Most of the time, she doesn’t mind the short days, or the snow—except when she needs to drive in a blizzard, in the dark.
Marilyn started writing sexy stories “just for fun” and she’ll joyously admit she’s obsessed with creating hard-core dominant heroes and happily-ever-after endings.
Writing erotic romance lets her explore love, passion, and sex, through the lens of different characters and settings. It’s also a way to keep her imagination kindled during the September to March “cold snap.” Marilyn loves music, flowers, sci-fi and romance movies, and taking daily walks with Precious, her rescued dog.
She’s a country girl at heart, and although she imagines travelling to distant, romantic shores, her favorite place is home with her family.