As always, I am indebted to Jacque at The Jeep Diva for another dazzling review. This time she’s given the Five Star treatment to Surefire, the third book in the Sure Mastery series. You can find the full review on Goodreads
Meanwhile, here’s an excerpt, a bitter-sweet moment between Ashley and Tom.
I do as I’m told, quickly shedding my jeans, hip length tunic top and underwear, all the time watching Tom out of the corner of my eye. He glances at me, his warning clear. I know the rules and I drop my gaze, stand perfectly still, looking at the floor. I hear as Tom reaches under the bed, draws out one of the ‘toys’ he keeps there. Out of the corner of my eye I see it is the spreader bar. He turns to me, and with a brief flick of his head indicates I’m to get onto the bed. I do as he’s asked, but turn to look at him over my shoulder. He stops, one eyebrow raised in query.
“I’d like to ask you something, if that’s allowed. Just now, I mean.”
I detect a flash of irritation, then it’s gone. “Is it important?”
“Yes. To me it is.”
“Very well then. And would you prefer to turn around, and face me while you talk?”
“I would. Thank you.”
He nods, and still kneeling, I turn. He doesn’t approach me, continues to stand, towering over me, waiting. I place my hands on my knees and drop my gaze to them.
“I thought we agreed you could face me. Look up, Ashley. Look at me. And tell me what’s on your mind.”
I lift my gaze, and without preamble tell him what I want. “I want another baby. I want to try again.”
He has the presence of mind not to register surprise if that’s his reaction. Or maybe it isn’t. Those long minutes earlier today, spent beside David’s grave together, convinced me that I could re-write my future, choose a different course. Maybe he felt it too. In any case, now he simply nods.
“I expected that. Not quite so soon, perhaps, but I did expect it. Are you sure?”
“Yes, I am sure. This is what I want. This is how I can put it right, regain control…”
“Control? A strange choice of word, especially just at this moment.”
“I mean, control of my life, my future. That’s okay, isn’t it? I mean, you’ve never said…”
He raises his hand to silence me, smiles at me. “Yes, you do control what happens to you. Always. Even here. Nothing happens that you don’t want, that you don’t agree to. You know that. And if a baby is truly what you want, then as far as I’m concerned you can have that too.”
“Really? You mean it? I can stop taking the pill and, and see what happens.”
He smiles wryly. “Well, I think we both know what’s likely to happen, but yes. You can if you want to. It’s your choice. Always your choice, Ashley.”
I start forward, intending to throw my arms around him, but he stops me with one of his imperious Dom gestures and I subside back onto my knees, my eyes downcast although inside I’m singing. And he knows it.
“Are we done talking for now? Can we continue?”
“Yes. Yes, Sir.”
“Excellent. Then please turn around.”