A television dating show? What sensible woman does that?
Desperate times force drastic measures as thirty-two-year-old Sophie Baxter searches for Mr. Right Dom. But for a shy submissive, five weeks on a reality show might be a bad decision. One decision is easy, however: the Dom she chooses won’t be an actor.
Dex Hampton… successful film actor, coveted bachelor, and England’s sexiest export, but for this mysterious, reserved Dominant, fame isn’t a goal. Finding the right submissive is his top priority, and he’ll do anything to get his girl.
Jake Sinclair’s golden good looks and rakish Aussie charm fuel his flourishing acting career. He does his own stunts and tackles life full on. He’s achieved everything he’s ever wanted, except finding the right submissive. When he sees Sophie, nothing will stop him from winning her. Not even the competition of his longtime friend and fellow Dominant, Dex Hampton.
As the entire world watches, two movie superstars compete for a beautiful submissive who is ready to yield in all ways but one: she will not have an actor as a Dom.
I rated this book 4 ****’s
A fun twist to a reality show
I loved watching reality show especially The Bachelor/Bachelorette on TV. I am such a sucker of romance. Who doesn’t, right? It is one of my favorite reality show.
It is why I read Single Submissive. This is a fun twist to a reality show. It is even twice steamier. Sophie never trusted her heart with actors and much worse when they are not only successful but hunk dominants too. Finding her right dominant is not easy when her crazy heart cannot decide which one she needs to pick at the finale.
Single Submissive is intriguing, steamy with a twist. You can never judge a person because of what you see or heard. You need to discover it for yourself and it will melt your heart.
“I entered my name as a contestant for the new bachelorette reality show, The Single Submissive.” Sophie kept her voice as quiet as possible.
Across the table her best friend stopped chewing and blinked up from her plate. Elise’s throat bobbed as she swallowed. “You did what?”
“That new show… with submissive bachelorettes. I applied to be the bachelorette.”
“Wow, I’m… surprised is an understatement. Considering how shy you are. I mean, you’ll be in front of millions of people, and they’ll all know you’re a—”
“Sub? Yes,” she whispered.
Elise whispered too, but it came out more as a hiss. “See? You can’t even say the whole word out loud in public. How can you think you’ll be able to go on national television and talk about your most intimate life?”
“I have very good reasons for doing this.”
“No, you’re not! You’re the best costume designer on the West Coast.”
“Shh.” Sophie put her finger to her lips. “I’m meeting expenses, but I have no savings. I need to think about that now.”
“Uh oh. That’s what this is really about, isn’t it? Your last birthday?”
“No, of course not.” Well, maybe. The words old spinster flashed in her head.
“It is! You think thirty-two is over the hill, don’t you?” Thirty-five-year-old Elise looked affronted. But her friend was stunning, and Elise had a forty-five-year-old Dom who was one of the hottest, classiest men Sophie knew. Men like that didn’t fall out of the sky.
“No, of course not.” Sophie would never look as glamorous as Elise, though, no matter how many birthdays. “I’m just feeling a little low, that’s all.”
“So you thought going on TV and telling the world you’re a subbie would help?”
“No… Well, maybe.”
“Okay, truth time. Why are you doing this?”
“I’m lonely.” She sagged back into her seat.
“Aww, girlfriend, you had that cute suit chasing you around last month. I know you’re cautious, but he seemed solid and nice.”
“He was nice, just not a Dom.”
“How do you know?”
“I asked him.” Her cheeks burned with embarrassment recalling the evening. “He got that look in his eyes—the one of a polite vanilla person out of their depth with kinky. I don’t blame him. We all have our preferences and limits. My wanting a Dom was out of his comfort zone. I understand.”
“So you told him it wouldn’t work?”
“Yes.” And now she was lonely… again… but it wasn’t fair to start something neither could be happy with.
“We should go to the club. Maybe you’ll meet someone this time.”
Sophie started shaking her head the moment she heard “club.” That had been awkward and unproductive. “No, I never catch anyone’s eye in that kind of environment. At least no one I’m attracted to.” Elise’s flashy looks grabbed attention, but Sophie was just pretty—average face, average figure. Mr. Right Dom had not come walking out of the dim interior and offered to collar her. “I need to explore a new gene pool, or Dom pool.”
Meet The Author
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.