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His Lady

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 Title: His Lady

Series: Boston Doms

Book: #5

Author: Jane Henry & Maisy Archer

Genre: Erotic Romance

Published: February 24, 2017



Elena Slater grew up on the streets of New York City as the baby sister of Alexander ‘Slay’ Slater. She knows how to hold her own, and she’s anything but submissive. Sure, all her closest friends are members of The Club, Boston’s most well-respected BDSM playground, and she can’t help but see the appeal of power exchange, especially when it comes to the sexy, ultra-dominant, and much older Blake Coleman. But that could never be more than a fantasy for a girl like her… could it?
Blake Coleman, grieving the loss of his wife and long-term submissive, spent the past year retreating from the world. But he’s slowly recognized it’s time to reconnect with his friends, and reassert himself as Master Blake, the founder of The Club. It’s a full-time job, especially when Alexander Slater’s little sister is determined to keep pushing his buttons. He’s all too tempted to teach her a lesson, but he refuses to give in to the rampant arousal she awakens in him with her sass. She’s far too young and mouthy for the likes of him.
But when Blake and Elena find themselves caught up in a nasty smear campaign motivated by revenge, the two adversaries must form an alliance, and they can no longer deny the magnetic attraction between them. What will happen when the sassy spitfire collides with Boston’s most well-known and respected Dominant?

DISCLAIMER: His Lady, book five in the Boston Doms series, is a standalone novel. It contains elements of BDSM, including bondage and the discipline of adult women.

Excerpt 1

He pulled his mouth off hers just long enough to whisper a heated, furious, desperate, “Elena.”

Her voice unnaturally low, pled with him. “God, I’m sorry I’ve been such a bitch.”

His forehead up against hers, he grinned, actually grinned, those wrinkles around his eyes creasing. “You’ll pay for those bitchy comments, little girl,” he crooned in her ear. Her eyes closed as heat flared in across her chest.

“Make me pay,” she begged. “Make me fucking pay.

She heard the sound of his belt buckle unfastening. God. Was he going to fuck her or spank her, and did it even matter? She wanted all of it. She wanted all of him. The swish of the leather being pulled through the loops made her legs clench. She opened her eyes and bit her lip as he took his belt in hand, doubled it over, and pushed her back up against the desk.

“You wanna pay?” he growled in her ear.

“Yesssss,” she moaned. The buckle hit the desk seconds before his hands reached to the front of her jeans, nimbly unfastening and shoving them down so she could step out. He took one moment to draw his hand across her inner thigh before he pushed her legs apart, positioning them so her ass was on prominent display, her panties around her ankles now. God, she was bared to Blake and she’d never been so turned on in her life. Fuck, could he see her honey glistening on her thighs? Hell, she was gonna come just from being stripped by him.



 Excerpt 2

“Blake,” she said, stopping just a few feet shy of the entrance to the restaurant. “Take it easy, okay? There’s no need to worry.”

His brows drew together as he released her hand and stopped walking, spinning her around toward him. He put both of his enormous palms on her shoulders. “No need to worry, baby? I’ve got the biggest drug lord in all of Boston trying to take down The Club I’ve poured blood, sweat, and tears into for longer than you’ve walked this earth. I’ve got my woman on my arm, about to find out if our lives are going to change forever. And I’ve got to face her brother, who I love like he was my own flesh and blood , and tell him that I’m with his baby sister. And he knows what it means to be with me. He knows we don’t spend our free time playing mini golf and drinking fru-fru coffee at the country club.” He ran a hand through his sexy-as-all-hell salt-and-pepper hair and blew out a breath. “But I’m not worried. I’ve got this. All of this. What I’m not is nonchalant about all this shit.”

She let her eyes roam over the muscles in his shoulders, which rippled under the edge of his sweatshirt before she stared into his eyes the color of dusk in winter, pools of dark blue that turned her legs to jelly. “It’s okay, honey,” she said, resting her hand on his bristly cheek.

“Elena,” he said, as one hand lifted off her shoulder and curved around her neck. “No, it’s not okay,” he whispered, leaning in to her as he brought her forehead to his lips and kissed her softly. “But it will be. No matter what, I give you my word. I’ve got this.” She closed her eyes against the rising swell of emotion in her chest. God, this man.


Excerpt 3

MisterHaven: How’s it going, baby doll?

Elena was hardly what one would call a baby doll, but somehow coming from the big bear of man who was decades her senior, it felt fitting. Between not going to The Club, and her crazy work schedule, she hadn’t seen him as often as she’d have preferred, and she missed him. She smiled as she replied to him.

Total shitty day at work, but I just showered and I’m feeling a bit better.

MisterHaven: Sorry you had a shitty day. Just showered? As in, you’re still in a towel “just showered?”

She grinned as she replied. Seriously? You ask me how my day was and the first thing your mind goes to is me, naked, in a towel?

MisterHaven: Naturally.

Heat suffused her cheeks as she laid back, and her robe fell open, displaying her pink, cleanly-shaven legs. Biting her lip, she spread the robe open wider, barely covering her, and pulled it down over her breasts so her cleavage spilled out over the top. She snapped a selfie, satisfied it was one helluva pic. She grinned as she hit send.

Elena’s heart tip-tapped a steady rhythm as she waited for him to reply. Elena and then jumped as her phone buzzed in her hand. It wasn’t a text. He was calling, the name MisterHaven flashing on her screen. She swallowed hard. Was he going to lecture her for being inappropriate? Scold her for taking a risk and putting a lascivious picture of her out there where it could be intercepted by…hackers or something? She hadn’t given it much thought until she saw his name pop up on her screen, and she could practically see his scowl, while he loomed over her, arms folded across his huge chest. Shit.

“Hello?” she said, her voice sounding oddly choked as she answered.

“Babe.” God, she loved to hear him talk. His voice was a shot of whiskey, smoldering embers, well-crafted leather. She closed her eyes. “Yeah?” she whispered. Is this how he’d begin his lecture? Her breath was coming in gasps, and she felt suddenly way too warm even though her robe had practically fallen off.

“Where are you?” he growled.

“On my bed,” she continued in a whisper.

“Oh yeah?” he said, his own deep voice dropping. “Open the robe all the way, gorgeous.”

Closing her eyes tight, she did what he said, slowly tugging so her robe opened.

“You shaved smooth, little girl?”

“Fuck yeah,” she said, a slow, wicked grin spreading across her face.

“Touch yourself,” he said, his voice taking on a hard, commanding edge. She threw her head back and gently stroked her folds. She gasped, shocked at how slick she was, her finger easily gliding over her clit. “Circle,” he growled. Closing her eyes, she circled her clit as he said, an involuntary moan escaping.

“Oh, yeah, baby,” he growled. “That’s what daddy likes.”

Her stomach clenched. Fuck yeah. He continued talking in his low, gritty voice. “You’ve been a naughty little girl, Elena. So naughty. And now it’s time you were punished.”

Her eyes widened, and her hand froze. Was he serious?

“Close your eyes, babe,” he crooned. “That’s a girl. I’ve just dragged you into my office for mouthing off to me. Do I like mouthing off, little girl?” His voice took on a harder edge, and she stroked faster.

“No sir,” she whispered, grinning.

“Someone’s gonna remember to watch her mouth every time she sits down for the next fucking month,” he growled.

Faster, harder, her hand moved as his words went on. “I shut the door and lock it, and bring you to the overstuffed chair in the corner of my office. I sit down and haul you over my lap.”

He paused as she stroked, the tension mounting, her hand shaking.

“You with me in this?” she whispered.

She heard his growl on the other end of the phone. “Fuck yeah.” God, she’d never gotten a guy off on the phone, but the very idea of him with her, fisting his cock as she…

“You’re gonna lose that skirt, little girl,” he growled. “I’m pulling it off, and baring your ass over my knee.”

Harder, faster, fuck she was gonna come.


Excerpt 4

“You taste like honey and butter,” Blake said, his low voice in her ear causing her nipples to harden. She was straddling his lap on the leather couch in his living room, having just polished off the last bite of baklava, and they were celebrating the evening alone.

“You taste like masculinity and sex,” she countered, running her fingers around the back of his neck and drawing his mouth closer to hers, as he growled in her throat and tightened his grip on her ass. “I fucking love it.”

“You swear like a goddamned truck driver,” he bit out, leaning his mouth closer to ear and taking her lobe into his mouth with his teeth.

“No shit,” she responded, pulling back and meeting his eyes. “What are you gonna do about it, old man?”

“Naughty little brat,” he growled, and she shrieked as his hands went to her top, yanking it up, nimbly unfastening her bra, before his hands found her nipples and squeezed. “You really don’t want to test me, Elena,” he said, sobering, his voice dropping as his eyes narrowed. He twisted his hands, and she braced herself. The sharp bite of pain faded to a tingle. “You’ll do as you’re told, little girl,” he said, his smoky voice like whisky on ice, brisk but biting. “I’m not shittin’ around with your safety. And there’s a limit to how far you can push me, Elena. I don’t expect meek and mousy from you. No, baby, that isn’t you, and I get that,” he said, his hands kneading her breasts now, as flames flickered in her nether regions, her pussy convulsing with need. Oh God.

Her mouth opened, panting, as he laced his fingers through her hair and tugged her head back, pulling her ear to his mouth. “I owe you a spanking, young lady. You endangered yourself when you disobeyed me. And because of what you did, you’ve raised suspicion by plastering your name all over the internet. I don’t give a shit who comes after me, but you’ll answer for putting yourself on their radar.”

She swallowed, her heart racing as her pussy throbbed with need, but at the same time her ass tingled at the memory of his leather on her naked skin, and his enormous hand branding her with punishing strikes.  Through the haze of arousal, she looked into his eyes. “And what if I say no?” she said, not able to help herself from pushing, testing, craving his mettle and dominance. “What if I refuse to submit?”

His eyes darkened, his brows drawing together with a startling sternness that made her shiver deliciously. “Refuse to submit?” he asked. “I didn’t ask you to submit, little girl. I told you you were getting a spanking.”


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About the Authors

Jane Henry

Jane has been writing since her early teens, dabbling in short stories and poetry. When she married and began having children, her pen was laid to rest for several years, until the National Novel Writing Challenge (NaNoWriMo) in 2010 awakened in her the desire to write again. That year, she wrote her first novel, and has been writing ever since. With a houseful of children, she finds time to write in the early hours of the morning, squirreled away with a laptop, blanket, and cup of hot coffee. Years ago, she heard the wise advice, “Write the book you want to read,” and has taken it to heart. She sincerely hopes you also enjoy the books she likes to read.

Maisy Archer

Maisy is an unabashed book nerd who has been in love with romance since reading her first Julie Garwood novel at the tender age of 12. After a decade as a technical writer, she finally made the leap into writing fiction several years ago and has never looked back. Like her other great loves – coffee, caramel, beach vacations, yoga pants, and her amazing family – her love of words has only continued to grow… in a manner inversely proportional to her love of exercise, house cleaning, and large social gatherings. She loves to hear from fellow romance lovers, and is always on the hunt for her next great read.
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A.L. Simpson I’m an Australian and live in Queensland. I have always loved to write and have a vivid and overactive imagination. In my spare time, when I’m not writing, I love to walk, read and shop. I believe no mountain is too hard to climb, no river is too wide to span and no journey is too difficult to complete. I follow my dreams and I urge and encourage others to do the same. With a positive attitude, the impossible can become possible.

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