Kyle Woods was all man, a hunky firefighter who had a secret need to submit, if only the right woman would come into his life. When Julie, an older, divorced and curvaceous Nanny brings her young charges to the fire station on a school visit, the spark is ignited and the attraction begins to smolder. What happens next surprises both of them, and fans the Flames of Desire.

Excerpt 1:He wanted her so bad his hands were shaking. It seemed like forever before the motel key finally worked. Once inside he didn’t waste any time, his hand unbuttoned her blouse, his fingers were icy, but the palm fiery hot. He quickly shed his t-shirt over his head and let it fall to the floor.
Kyle pulled her into a passionate embrace, first kissing her eyes, then the tip of her nose, and finally he brought his lips down on hers. Julie returned the kiss with equal enthusiasm. Placing her hands on his chest, she caressed him with her fingers, making his muscles tense. Her touch aroused him beyond anything he’d ever experienced. He didn’t think he could hold on much longer if she kept it up.
He wanted her out of the rest of her clothing and his hands reached around to lower the zipper on her skirt. It pooled to the floor around her feet. Within minutes she stood naked in front of him. His hands moved magically over her smooth plump breasts. One hand slid down her stomach to the swell of her hips, then lower to her inner thighs, finding her clit. His thumb began rubbing her while one finger slid into the folds of her sex. He heard her moans before covering her mouth with his own.
He gathered her into his arms and carried her to the queen sized bed. Kyle quickly yanked back the burgundy comforter and placed her in the middle. She moved her fingers toward the band of his jeans, unbuttoning and unzipping them, pulling them and his boxer briefs down over his hard firm ass, past his thighs. Her eyes grew wide when she saw his long, thick cock.
Kyle kicked his jeans and boxer briefs aside and knelt between her legs, a supplicant worshipping at her womanly shrine. “I can’t wait any longer, I want you now.” His hands began a lust-arousing exploration of her soft flesh.
He spread her legs and lowered his head to her stomach. His tongue made a path from her belly button to her pussy, moving to her swollen labia , and circling her clit. His fingers spread her even wider, so his tongue could lightly, but painfully, tease her. He heard her whimpers as her hips lifted toward his face, begging for more.
All Julie could think about was his hands cupping her breasts, the gentle massage sending currents of desire rippling through her. He moved up her body as his lips and tongue caressed the sensitive swollen nipples that she knew would become a dusky pink from her arousal as he alternated between nipples, sucking them deeply in turn.

Excerpt 2:

“Do not look at your Mistress. Keep your eyes down,” Julie said firmly. Raising her right hand, she pinned him with the end of her riding crop. “I’ve read your chart. It says you have obedience issues. We will to work on that.”
“Julie, is that you? What are you doing in a place like this?”
“No talking unless I give you permission. If you say one more word I’ll have to use this on you.”
Julie circled him, running her crop over his chest and back. Kyle remained still and silent. When she stood in front of him, she pointed the crop to the floor.
“Strip and present yourself, slave.”
Without looking at her, Kyle undressed quickly, his cock already standing at attention..
“Now drop to your knees and bow your head.”
Julie reached out and stroked his head with her fingers. It felt good and he almost lifted his head to meet her eyes. She had let go of his head and he soon heard her footsteps against the hardwood floor.
“Stay on your knees and follow me like the dog that you are.”
Kyle wanted to tell her to go to hell, but he remained silent. I paid one hundred and fifty for this? I’ll make her pay for this somehow.
Julie went over to one of the drawers and he crawled behind her, waiting while she rummaged through a drawer. He had no idea what was in there but she sure took her time. Then she snapped her fingers again and he followed her back t o the chair. And he waited some more.
“You’re new at this aren’t you, slave? I think you need to be taught your first lesson.”
Julie tilted up his face with the top of the riding crop. In her left hand she held a studded slave collar. His eyes darted around the room in frustration. Her fingers brushed against his skin as she fastened the leather band around his throat. Kyle shivered even though the room wasn’t cold.
“You are my slave. Your body is mine to do whatever I want with it.” Their gazes met and held.
His heart pounded an erratic rhythm, a quiver urged through his veins. Her eyes seemed to blaze as he watched and waited. It was the most erotic moment in his life and Julie was the only woman in the world for him.
Julie took in his tempting, attractive male physique. He was a Greek god. His nude body, his shoulders, a yard wide and molded bronze, made her mouth water. He was even more stunning then she remembered.
She settled into the br own leather chair and crossed her legs. Julie smiled as Kyle’s eyes traveled from her black high heeled boots, up to her thighs. His gaze lingered at the hem of her leather mini dress. Maybe it was time to really have fun with him.
“Like what you see? You may answer slave.”
“Yea, I do.”
She lashed out with her crop and saw him flinch. “Wrong answer slave; it’s ‘yes, Mistress’ or ‘no, Mistress’.”