Devlin Fitzpatrick is a man of few words. Usually. An expert in surveillance and security, and a Dominant at Devoured, Devlin is known for his authoritative ways. After making the decision to observe rather than participate, and hiding from feelings and desires only few know about, Devlin throws himself into his work, and away from the practice of the lifestyle – that is, until he meets Ally.
A chance encounter sets a new fire burning inside of Devlin – one that, up until then, has been absent. But, just as their relationship flares, a face from Devlin’s past returns, re-igniting long-subdued desires.
Ally O’Conner was not looking for a man – especially one like Devlin. Yet, the mysterious, gorgeous, and dominant stranger becomes the one person Ally didn’t know she was seeking. As Devlin opens Ally’s world up to hidden emotions and uncharted desires, Ally quickly finds herself falling, even though she knows Devlin is hiding something from her: desires or needs she is unsure of. When a stranger calls, looking for Devlin’s help, Ally begins to fear the worst as he begins to pull away.
Aiden MacCarrick has spent the last few years bouncing from place to place – drumming up work wherever he can. After a job gone wrong, Aiden finds himself on the wrong side of the bullet. With no other choice, Aiden reaches out to the one person he knows can help him.
As Devlin works to clear Aiden of a misunderstanding, and save his life in the process, the three of them are entwined in a foreign world of deep desires, unbidden wants and uncharted feelings. Can they find a happy resolution to
their desperate situation, or will their emotions dominate them?
I heard the front door close and turned my attention back to the video monitors from the
clubs. I scrolled through the feed from Desire. In the VIP section, I noticed someone familiar. Ally.
She sat with Nikki. But there was a look in her eyes, one of loneliness, sadness. I watched as she drank her drink, talked with Nikki, but she never laughed. Not once. I felt like a complete dick. I was asking for her complete trust, her honesty, her submission, yet I couldn’t be true to my self and
tell her about my past, about Aiden and Caroline. I had to now. He was here.
I picked up my phone and sent her a text.
ME: Pumpkin, you look sad.
Ally looked in the crowd, looking side to side.
ME: I’m not there. Her eyes went up to the camera.
ME: Bingo. You look gorgeous.
Me: Yes, pumpkin. God, how I’ve missed you.
Ally: I can’t do this Devlin. Not until you can share the secrets with me.
Me: You look miserable. Did you forget what you said to me at the diner?
The sadness in her eyes, the stubbornness she took on the subject amazed me. I wanted to wrap her up in my arms and never let go. The way I felt about her hadn’t changed in two weeks. She was the one that wanted out, but I wasn’t going to let that happen.
Me: In time. Good night.
There was no response. I watched her place her phone in her purse and look at the camera again, before hanging her head. It was only time before Ally knew I was back in the states, if she hadn’t put two and two together yet. The way she looked around for me proved she was still there with me. How the hell was I going to tell her about my past?
I grew up in a small, idyllic affluent town in the Western part of Connecticut, USA. The town definitely did not match my personality. My high school years were filled with the proverbial teenage fun, although not too much by me. I stayed close to home and pursued my B.A. in English Comparative Literature from a local college and then continued on for my M.A in English Professional Writing. I have always had a love for reading and literature and only furthered that during my studies. During my M.A. studies I decided it was time to challenge myself and work in a field that I have long admired and dreamt off: being a writer.
Having entered the lifestyle a few years ago, I write erotica with a preference toward BDSM themes. I enjoy exploring the emotional connection and emotions behind the D/s relationships and why we like what we like.