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Caught by Cassandra Carr – Review

Author:Cassandra Carr

When Callie returns to her hometown for the holidays she comes face to face with her old lover and Dominant, Jack. She left him three years ago believing he could never be the happily-ever-after man she needed. Yet Jack still wants her and she finds herself wanting to submit to him again.

As Jack and Callie explore their Dominant/submissive relationship, Callie gets drawn deep into Jack’s world all over again. For his part, Jack can’t seem to forget how she nearly ruined him when she took off without even saying good-bye all those years ago, but he’s afraid his baser needs will destroy Callie.

If Callie give Jack another chance to prove he can be what she needs, can Jack overcome his own fears and claim Callie forever?


  • Note:This book contains explicit sexual situations, graphic language, and material that some readers may find objectionable: BDSM theme and elements (including/not limited to: bondage, D/s, spanking, etc).


They’re really taking this politically correct thing too far.

Stepping from the foyer into the living room, Callie spied a twinkling Christmas tree in the corner. On the mantel, a lit menorah burned, the candles flickering as the people nearby jostled for position as more and more guests crammed into the room. This was a boisterous crowd, already drinking like it was New Year’s. Advancing farther into the room, she noticed the Kwanzaa decorations and rolled her eyes.

Pick a holiday and go with it, people. You can’t please everyone.

She sought out the host and hostess, old friends from her grad school days, and said hello, handing over the obligatory “thanks for inviting me” bottle of wine. They chatted for a bit to catch up before she grabbed a cocktail and made her way toward the dining room in search of other former classmates and some food. The smells of the various delicacies wafted by, making her mouth water in anticipation. She had just gotten into town and was starving. Plopping a slice of cheddar cheese onto a cracker, she stuffed it into her mouth and then looked up–and everything inside her came to a screeching halt.

Jack was there.

With a beer hanging from his long fingers, he leaned against the wall, casual as can be, while her world tilted on its axis. He looked good–still the same tall, well-muscled body, still the same olive skin, black hair, and full lips. His Italian ancestry lent him an air of exoticness, and she’d always been a sucker for that.

Her stomach roiled. The cracker caught in her throat, choking her. As she began to cough and sputter, he turned to see what the commotion was, and their gazes met. Callie watched as his eyes went dark with heat and recognition. A blush rushed up her chest, through her neck, and into her face. With suddenly cold fingers, she touched her burning skin.

He brought his beer to his lips and took a long pull, his tongue sneaking out to catch a stray drop from his top lip. Her gaze followed the movement. His never left her face. Even when his companion said something to him, he merely nodded and kept the whole of his attention on her. She took a fortifying sip of her vodka and cranberry juice, then another, longer gulp, trying to dislodge the cracker from her throat. And still he stared.

And she did the same damn thing she’d done three years ago when she’d gotten scared by his demands, his power–she ran. Cursing herself for her cowardice, she nonetheless wove her way through the crowd, setting her drink down on the nearest available surface as she rushed past. But before she made it to the front door, she felt his hand, still chilled from holding the beer bottle, curl around her overheated arm. “Long time no see. Leaving so soon, Callie?”

Pulling her around to face him, he then backed her against the wall in the foyer. With him this close, with his touch and his smell and his sheer size surrounding her, her body betrayed her, just like it always had where he was concerned. Her nipples tightened, her pussy ached, and her breath quickened. “What are you doing here?” She sighed at her own stupidity for asking something so obvious.

“These are my friends. A better question to ask is–what are you doing here?”

“I came back to town for the holidays, and I wanted to see some of my old grad school buddies. I guess I-I didn’t think about the possibility of you being here.”

“Is me being here a problem?”

“No,” she answered too quickly.

“I miss you.”

“I miss you too.”

Dammit! What else am I going to admit to him?

“I still want you. I want to touch you. I need to touch you. May I?” At her silent nod, he lightly rested his hand around her throat. Not hard enough to choke, but enough to establish his dominance over her.

Like he needs to establish that. How could I possibly forget who and what he is?

Callie shivered. God, she wanted him. She’d never been as scared or as excited or felt as alive as she had during the year and a half she had subbed for Jack. Seeing him again made her want to get down on her knees and give him anything he wanted. If she remembered correctly, that was everything. But could he give it back to her? Before, he’d been unable or unwilling to, and when she couldn’t handle loving him without reciprocation anymore, she’d left.

Her lips were parched, and she darted her tongue out to wet them. His eyes turned black as they blazed back at her.

“I want you too.” And it was the truth. She wanted him, and this time she’d have him. If she ran away again, she knew she’d regret it for the rest of her life.

“Are you collared?”


“Seeing anyone?”

She turned the question around. “Are you seeing anyone?” A strange look passed over his face, but Callie couldn’t interpret it before it was gone.

“No. Answer me, Callie–are you seeing anyone?”


Letting out a soft growl, Jack cupped the back of her neck in his large hand and kissed her. There was nothing gentle in his kiss–there never had been. This kiss was one of possession, of establishing even more control. He pressed in farther, molding his body to hers while he continued to plunder her mouth. He didn’t force his tongue inside; he didn’t have to.

Surrendering, she relaxed and let him take her. He let out a grunt of satisfaction and changed the angle of her head so he could deepen the kiss. He slid a powerful thigh between hers as she moaned from the sensual onslaught.

After long moments, he pulled away, grabbed her hand, and led her toward the back of the house. Callie gasped when he pushed her into a bedroom and kicked the door closed. She whirled to face him but couldn’t bring herself to look him in the eye, reverting to the naturally submissive pose of staring at his feet, her hands behind her back. She hadn’t subbed for anyone in the three years she’d been gone and was amazed at how quickly the submissive veil slipped over her again. He chuckled.

“My pet, you’re still a delightful submissive, I see.” He took a gentle hold on her chin and pulled her face up to his. “I’ve always wanted you, since the moment you walked into my classroom. I know I’m a selfish bastard, but I’m going to ask for this most exquisite Christmas present anyway: will you submit to me again?”

Callie nodded, too overcome with emotion to speak.

“I want to hear the words–I want you to be sure.”

“Yes, I’ll sub for you,” she managed to get out around the lump in her throat.

“Good. Then you’ll be available to me insofar as you’re able to, barring other commitments. Do you understand me?”

“Yes,” she answered, the word hardly loud enough to be considered a whisper. She licked her lips again.

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“By the way, I’m clean. I was tested a few months ago. You?”

“Yes, Sir, the same.”

He stepped forward and shoved her to her knees. She went willingly. Callie wanted this–she wanted to show him she could handle him this time. Keeping her eyes trained on the floor, she waited for his next move. He let her stew for a minute and then pulled her to him, undoing his pants with his other hand. He guided his already erect cock into her mouth, and she took it, letting his essence wash over her tongue, relearning the contours of the head, the smoothness of the shaft, as he sawed in and out of her mouth with brutal strokes. He’d never been easy on her, and tonight was no exception.
He pulled his still-hard cock out of her mouth, resting just the very tip on her bottom lip. “How long are you in town for?”

Callie drew back enough to answer. “Through the first of the year.”

She looked up in time to see him smile. “Excellent. We have a few weeks, then.” He thrust all the way to the back of her throat, and she struggled not to gag. He plunged both hands into her hair, forcing her to take his dick all the way to the root, and held it there for several seconds. “Where are you staying?” He pulled out again. He had always liked carrying on conversations as Callie sucked him–reinforcing his dominance by repeatedly pulling out and then shoving back into her mouth as he saw fit.

“With Lora,” she answered, naming her oldest friend.

“Ah, not far from me. I still live on Tremont. Is she going to let you play?”

“Lora lets me do whatever I want–she doesn’t judge.”

“I think I’m really going to enjoy the holidays for the first time in a long while.” To get the angle he wanted, he went up on tiptoe and tilted her head just so, then began ruthlessly plundering her depths.

“It’s been a long time since you’ve tasted my cum, pet. You’re going to swallow it–every drop, like the gift it is.”

A scant few seconds later, Callie felt his cock swelling even larger, growing even longer, and then after pulling back until only his cockhead remained inside her mouth, he was coming, straining, as jet after jet of warm, salty liquid shot onto her tongue and slid down her throat. When he was finally spent, he withdrew completely and put himself back together. She remained on her knees, the denim of her jeans little protection from the hardwood floor.

Some might say she gave in too easily, but as Callie considered the man before her, who’d turned her world upside down now for the second time, she knew that wasn’t true. Not at all. Her soul was at peace for the first time in years. She was a different person than she’d been all those years ago. Callie was what and where she needed to be: she just had to figure out how to hold on to the fragile sense of contentment she’d discovered tonight.

He briefly stroked the side of her face, then leaned down to touch his lips to hers. “Give me your number.” She started to reach into the purse that had fallen beside her on the floor. He chuckled. “You may rise.”

Standing up with her purse, she pulled a small sheet from the memo pad she always kept with her.

“Still jotting notes, I see.”

“Yes, you never know where or when you’ll find inspiration,” she answered, quoting one of his own mantras back to him. After writing down her cell phone number, she handed him the paper.
He held it up and kissed it. “I’ll be in touch.” After taking one last look at her, he left the room.

She sat down on the bed, touching the tips of her fingers to her lips. Undoubtedly he thought he’d scored a great coup, bringing her back into his fold. Little did he realize, though… Sometimes the hunter becomes the hunted.

Copyright © Cassandra Carr


When I was asked by Cassandra to review Caught, she warned me that it might be too heavy for me on the BDSM angle.  I assured her that I have read dark erotica so I shouldn’t have a problem with this one.  Wow, I was in for a somewhat of a shock.  This is like no other BDSM book that I have read.  I now know what the true difference in a “true” BDSM book is compared to “BDSM Lite”.  The toys and how they are used, I knew.  I learned alot about the different roles of the Dom and Sub are and how they are defined in a relationship.

Callie is a true sub.  She likes the role, its part of her and defines who she is as a person.  When she left Jack three years ago, she knew what she wanted but didn’t get it from Jack.  Going back home for the holidays and seeing Jack for the first time since she left was tough.  Dropping into their roles is easy.  Talking about the past and a possible future is the hard part.  After signing a contract for the next couple of weeks, Callie easily slips back into Jack’s life and as his sub.  She’s no doormat to Jack and starts to stand up to him.  This surprises Jack and confuses him.

I liked Callie.  She knew who and what she is and wasn’t afraid to show it.  At times with her friend though, she would back slide a bit.  To me, that’s normal when your friend was there to pick up the pieces and feels no love for your ex.  🙂  She showed her hand early on about what she wanted but was met with some resistance from Jack.  He just knew that he wanted her, love wasn’t involved.  He wanted his sub back and that was that.  Stupid man!  Yes, I said it.  Jack was the most stubborn, stupid man in the beginning.  At one point, grabbing him by the throat and shaking him would have been appropriate for me.  Yes, I was that mad at him.

I have done some research on the dynamics of the d/s (I’m no expert, trust me) and while Callie and Jack are typical, he still didn’t fully understand the “why” of why Callie left him.  When he finally did, you know the “lightbulb” moment for him…I wanted to do a Homer Simpson on him…DUH!  In the end, when he finally figured out what Callie wanted from him and needed, I melted.  Yes, a total 180 on my opinion of him.  I love it when the hero finally figures it all out and sucks it up.  It makes him human to me.

The BDSM in the book is hot and the dynamics between the D/s were clearly defined for me.  I have a new respect for the genre and the lifestyle.  Its not something that you should try without learning about it from others in the lifestyle and going to munches and ask questions.  I felt as if when Callie and Jack first got together, Callie didn’t ask the right questions regarding the lifestyle but more importantly what SHE expected and wanted from Jack.  Fast forward three years and she knew exactly what she wanted and didn’t back down.

*warning*  There is spanking, humiliation, intense play sessions, exhibitionism, the use of a candy cane, and all the toys that you can think of in the genre put to good use.  🙂  Plus, I finally got my answer about the wearing of a collar.  Thank you Cassandra.  🙂

In the end, I grew to love Jack and his relationship with Callie.  I felt as if he had the most to gain and lose in the book.  I can’t wait to get “caughted” up in the next book, Master Class.  Cover reveal on Friday.  🙂




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The One That Got Away by Jess Dee – Review/Excerpt


Sometimes its impossible to know whether he was the one who got away or the one you’re definitely better off without…until he comes back into your life.
Lily Kember never dreamed a causal introduction to a friend’s friend would change her life, but three days after meeting Kai Jettison, she’s fallen deeply and irrevocably in love.

Kai falls just as hard, yet minutes after telling her as much he has no choice but to rip her heart to shreds, leaving whatever has blossomed between them lying in tatters on the ground.

It’s been five months since that fateful day. Five months of no contact. Now Kai is attending the same end of year bash as Lily, and bumping into him seems unavoidable. Lily’s choices are limited: either steel her emotions against Kai or risk losing her heart to him all over again.


“I thought I’d never get you alone.” The deep voice shattered her solidarity.

Lily froze.

God, she didn’t want to turn around. Didn’t want to face the person standing behind her. But turn she did, eventually—after taking three or four deep, silent breaths—and raised an eyebrow in studied surprise. “Kai?”

Hah. She sounded brilliant. As though she’d had no idea he was here, as though she hadn’t taken one look at him and bolted from the room like a terrified, confused teenager. She could so do this. She could pretend he hadn’t changed her world in three days and destroyed it in three minutes.

He nodded. “You sound surprised.”

“I am.” She shrugged and then lied, “I didn’t know you were here.” No, she wouldn’t stand up. Wouldn’t give him the respect. She angled her head so her neck didn’t cramp while she stared up at him.

“Really?” Without an invitation, he took a seat beside her, instantly making the rock fifty times smaller than it had been five seconds before. “The way you looked at me earlier, with eyes wider than a fifty cent coin, I kinda figured you did.”

Shit. He had seen her after all.

Lily forced herself not to cringe visibly. “I didn’t know you were in Sydney,” she amended, doing her best to save face. “Last time I saw you, you were on your way to Melbourne.”

“Last time you saw me I was a lot of things,” he muttered.

Oh, she was so not going there. So not picking up a conversation that she wished to God she’d never had to be a part of in the first place.

Awareness settled in her stomach like a tiny butterfly, flitting around, lost and alarmed. Kai sat beside her. Close, but not touching.

Close enough that the heat from his body radiated from him, warming her altogether too much for a summer evening.

“You look good, Lily,” he said softly.

So did he. Good enough to eat. But then Lily wasn’t up for another severe bout of food poisoning. One round with Kai had been enough. Or so she told herself. Her heart argued that a lifetime with Kai wouldn’t be adequate.

“Thank you.” That was all she said. She refused to make this easy for him. No way was she going to make an effort, talk or ask him questions. She wouldn’t trap herself in a conversation, because she knew, just knew, that if she did, she’d never want to stop.

Good law Jess!!!!  The prologue left me in a puddle.  Just saying…  🙂
Poor Lily.  Meeting the man of her dreams only to have him shatter them in an instant.  Fast forward 5 months and she sees him again at a party.  What’s a girl to do?  Ignore him?  Talk to him?  Slap him?  That choice was taken away from her when he spots her first.  Being cool towards him isn’t working; trying not to jump his bones would be a bad, I mean good idea but where would it leave her heart?
Everybody has been Lily at some point in their life.  Finding the one and then losing him/her to something or someone.  I have and it hurt like hell and it some degree still hurts and it was over 20 years ago.  I felt for her, understood her and her conflicted feelings.  I really wanted to slap Kai in the beginning of the story.  But once he explained the who, where, what and why, I softened a little bit.  He still needed to grovel some more and he did.
If you have never read a Jess Dee story, be prepared for some the hottest loving you will ever read.  I’m still left in a puddle and taking a shower didn’t work.  It will leave you breathless and wanting more.  Ms. Dee writes with emotional depth in her smexy scenes that when its over, you need to cuddle with someone.  Its not sex for sex sake; there is a purpose.  The plot is fast paced and flows so well that when you close the book, you are still thinking about it.  That’s great writing.

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Unleasing the Receptionist by Juniper Bell – Review/Giveway/Excerpt


You can tie a girl up, but you can’t keep her down…

…the Receptionist, Book 3

In the year since Dana joined Ethan and Simon’s firm, the three of them have found the perfect balance of power and pleasure in their three-way, work/play relationship. Not only that, but it’s been the firm’s most successful year financially.

Except something is missing. Her men won’t tell her anything about their past. How they met, or how they formed such an unconventional business and personal partnership. Until they start sharing their secrets, Dana fears she’ll always be the odd girl out.

Everything changes when a vengeful former partner resurfaces. Suddenly, both the business and their idyllic relationship are under siege. With a tax auditor watching their every move, the three must be on their best behavior.

Never one to back down from a challenge, Dana seizes the chance to prove herself—and finally win her sexy bosses’ full trust and confidence. Now the race is on to root the evil nemesis out of their lives once and for all—before her dream relationship cracks under the pressure.




I got to work early the next day and booted up the spy program. No more going easy on Standish, liar and weasel. Mission: Nail the Accountant. Just call me 007, emphasis on the double O—that stands for orgasm. Time to get some dirt on this dude who’d lied his way into our cozy little firm. I dressed for the occasion in a peekaboo bra and a thong, covered by a plaid skirt and a white cotton blouse whose buttons just happened to be hanging by a thread.

Standish arrived with a smile like morning sunshine. How dare he? I hid my sense of betrayal behind an equally lying smile.


“Good morning,” I sang, like Snow White talking to the birdies in the forest.


He blinked and adjusted his glasses. Oops, had I overdone it? “Good morning to you.” Looking rather dazzled, he meandered toward his office. I waited until he’d fussed with his tea, pulled up his chair, opened his laptop.


Then I got to work. I knew exactly what the hidden video camera showed. The desk, the chair, me. I stood up and yawned, stretching my arms until the top button of my blouse popped off.


“Oops!” I faced the camera and looked down at my button. In the process, with an ingenious sleight of hand, I managed to get rid of the next button as well. My blouse hung open, my white peekaboo bra showing through in all its obscene glory, showing off my dark nipples in between little patches of lace. “Oh, no,” I said, pulling a distressed face. “I wonder if I have any safety pins.”


I pretended to bend over to look in my desk drawers. But really I was trying to catch a glimpse of the computer screen. There was Peter Standish, goggle- eyed, standing in front of the monitor with his hand down his pants. I bent to search the bottom drawer and felt my skirt ride up the back of my thighs, up, up, until I felt nothing but air on my rear. I knew what he was seeing. Bare ass, my pussy hidden by nothing more than the tiny string of the thong.


Standish’s hand moved faster. I watched him watch me, wiggled my butt just so, watched the effect it had on him, the way his face went slack with lust, the way his eyes bulged.


“What are you doing?” Simon’s voice jolted me, as did the sharp slap on my ass. I jumped, feeling heat flame in my cheeks. I quickly hit the off button on my computer, but not before I saw what Simon’s spank had done to Standish.

It had sent him off like a rocket. He bent over double as he came and came into his own fist.


I straightened up. “Nothing. Looking for a safety pin. Look at my blouse!”

I turned and showed Simon my missing buttons.


“Well, that is unfortunate,” Simon drawled.

“I thought you guys were at an early meeting.”


“Did you?” His eyes went emerald green the way they did when he wanted me.


“No physical contact, remember?” I whispered. “Ethan’s rules.”


He studied me. He knew I was up to something. I knew he knew I was up to something. The truth lay between us like a thundercloud about to burst.



Okay, where to start?  I love my Dana, Simon and Ethan.  Oh how I love them.  The perfect menage, will almost perfect.  Secrets, an old business partner and being audited are things that don’t sit well with our threesome.  In fact, it almost drives them apart.

Dana is my kinda girl.  She’s smart, sexy, can play the brat, but she is conflicted.  Throughout the last year working for Simon and Ethan, she doesn’t feel appreciated enough.  She still considers herself the “receptionist”; not a real part of the company.  She doesn’t know how Simon and Ethan met and the true nature of their relationship.  They keep assure her that the past is the past and it should be forgotten.  Move forward.  Well, when an old business partner comes into town, Dana’s had enough.  Time to prove that she’s more than just the receptionist and their play toy.

Ethan and Simon can not be more different in everything they do and want.  Even physically, they are different.  Ethan, is the master of their threesome; Simon the trainer.  It has taken me until this book to fully understand and appreciate Ethan.  He is not an easy man to like sometimes.   Simon, I feel in love with from the start.  He’s easy to love; Ethan not so much.  When their secret is revealed its a shocker but it fully explains them, their relationship and Dana’s part in the relationship.

This story is a quick, fun read that has everything going for it.  Great plot, the pacing never slows down and things that are done in an office that is highly inappropriate.  😉  Be warned though, there is spanking, voyeurism, exhibitionism, M/F/M,  M/M, F/F (hot), toy action, anal, oral and every menage position that I hadn’t thought of.  I needed a fan when I was done reading.  Ms. Bell can write erotic with the best of them.  The dialogue between the three is hot and sweet.

If you have not picked up any of the books in the series, I highly recommend reading them.  For this reader, Unleashing the Receptionist is the best.  Ms. Bell dives further into their relationship with great results.













Juniper Bell is a multi-published, bestselling author of erotic romance. She lives with her husband in a cabin in Alaska with no running water and a spectacular view of glaciers. She wound up in the frozen north after leaving her career as a stressed-out Los Angeles TV writer. Luckily, her love for writing survived the move. When she’s not writing, she’s spending time with her family, traveling, shoveling snow, and dreaming about the day she moves to Hawaii. She’s published with Ellora’s Cave and Samhain Publishing.


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