His Cherished Love

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Rayna Thompson’s entire life is a lie. She avoids relationships as if they were the plague – mainly because the people who get close to her wind up dead. And yet her newest next door neighbor, the sexy, stoic Jack Stone, is making her want to break all her rules. The problem is, he’s a cop, and she doesn’t know how long it will take before her past catches up to her and all her secrets are revealed.

Jack believes in law and order. He keeps his work life separate from his personal life. Not that he has much of a personal life as a Detective with the Jackson Hole Police Department; most of it is relegated to the private lifestyle club where he is a member. However, during his latest assignment, he begins to blur the lines between professional and personal.

Rayna pushes each of his boundaries and makes him question everything he knows about the law and what he’s willing to do for love. Will their newfound relationship survive when her past comes back to haunt them?

Publisher’s Note: This steamy, suspense-filled contemporary romance contains themes of power exchange. While it is part of the best-selling Cuffs & Spurs series, it can be read and enjoyed as a standalone.

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The air was thick with the scents of stale, burnt coffee, and unwashed bodies. They assailed him the moment Jack entered the station through the back entrance. Phones rang, their shrill tones peppering the ever-present hum of voices in the building space. A discordant symphony of sounds and smells all carried with it an undercurrent of despair.

Home sweet home.

Better known as the Jackson Hole Police Department.

Jack had missed this place while on medical leave, even the disgusting sludge they served as coffee around here that ate away at a person’s stomach lining like a kraken in a kiddy pool. And he truly must have been bored out of his mind if he’d considered comparing the station coffee to imaginary sea creatures.

Ten weeks.

That case had stolen ten weeks of his life. No work. No playing with a submissive at the private BDSM club Cuffs & Spurs, where he belonged as a member. Nothing but bad daytime television, pain meds, and lately, physical therapy. In retrospect, it might have been worse. He could be a permanent resident of King Hill Cemetery.

That’s what happened when a suspect took a cheap shot while you were attempting to apprehend them. He’d been lucky. Or so they said. The bullet had passed through the brachial artery on his right arm. He’d nearly bled out on the street and would have, too, if his partner or the paramedics had been any slower. As in, another five minutes and he’d have been dead. Instead, they’d saved his life.

It had given Jack some bad moments over the last ten weeks, the knowledge of how close he’d come to dying. And that had been compounded by being faced with the emptiness of his daily life without work. He was the job. Jack had made it his life to the point where it left no room for anything else. No one at home, no wife or kids, who would miss him should he die on the job. His friends and colleagues would, of course. Some of his friends, he considered his brothers. They would mourn his passing. Yet they were all building their own families. It left him wondering who would visit his grave once he was gone.

Fuck. Thirty-five years old and already envisioning his lonely headstone. The only grave without flowers placed upon it. The incident had made him re-evaluate his life and permanent bachelor status on a level he still wasn’t comfortable with. But it was not like he’d had anything better going on the last few weeks. There were only so many times a guy could watch his favorite movies or binge watch his favorite television shows before boredom set in. Moreover, Jack was not familiar with being inactive and the last few weeks had driven him crazy.

Luckily for him, the doctors in the operating room had repaired his torn artery, stitched up the bullet wound, and given him a transfusion for the blood loss he’d sustained. But they hadn’t repaired his psyche with regards to his stupid mistake. Jack had entered the warehouse all gung-ho and alone, not waiting for Mitch Martin, his partner, to arrive.

Stupid, rookie mistake. One that had nearly got him killed. He had known better. If Mitch had missed his texted coordinates and hadn’t arrived when he did, Jack wouldn’t be standing in the station now, enjoying the scent of bad coffee.

The only reason they’d caught the suspect had been due to a mere fluke. Jack had returned fire before he fell and that one shot had hit the perp in the leg and taken him down.

The medical leave had given him time, far too damn much time to observe the lack in his life. That first week at home alone by himself in his one-bedroom apartment? Utterly eye opening. Before his injury, living alone had been something he’d never really contemplated or considered as a deficiency. He enjoyed his space, enjoyed having a place to escape to at the end of a long shift after he’d been on the job for eighteen hours because he’d been on the scene of an accident with victims that were DOA; dead on arrival. Home had been the place where he showered, got some shut eye, and watched the sports networks when he had a chance.

Except, during his first week home following his life-saving surgery, the simple act of walking into the kitchen to grab something to eat had been exhausting. And, for someone who never liked to depend on anyone, in his hazy pain killer state, he’d yearned for company and, hell, to be taken care of for a change of pace. As someone who eschewed emotional entanglements of any kind, that had been a jarring wake up call.

Although, he had to admit the club members had stepped up. Mason came weekly, bearing trays of food that his chef wife, Emily, had whipped up for Jack. Even though she had a newborn, she’d taken the time to cook for him, for which he would be forever grateful otherwise he might have starved during those first few weeks. Tibby, her sous chef, had done the same. She and her daughter, Arianna, had stopped by briefly a few times, their arms loaded with baked goods. Jack needed to do something for them to show his gratitude.

But he’d never been so physically weak in his life, or ever noticed so keenly how alone and solitary an existence he had until he’d executed a wobbling walk, his leg muscles straining with every footstep, on a simple trip to the damn bathroom. Even his foraging trips from the couch to the kitchen for food had been exhausting.

He trod down the scuffed buff and gray linoleum floor that he didn’t think had been updated since the eighties, his black, military style boots squeaking on the tile. He might be a detective now, but he preferred footwear that made it easier to chase a suspect, like the kind he’d worn while he was a traffic cop. Plus they blended fine with his jeans and blue dress shirt.

The inside of the Jackson Hole Police Station was rather nondescript. Ivory walls with wood paneling along the base. Inside the main bull pen were black metal and mahogany colored wood desks, partnered up, facing one another in pairs. Gray metal filing cabinets lined one wall. There was a secondary bull pen with desks for the traffic officers. The arched windows lining the south wall allowed natural light to infiltrate the station. Often, since he’d made detective, those windows were his only chance of garnering any sunlight. The golden light of the early morning sunshine slanted across the tiles.

Weekly briefing meetings were held in the main conference room, where Chief Sheffield was apprised of statuses of ongoing investigations and assigned new cases. And, in some instances, chewed his staff out over a fuck up that had allowed a suspect to walk free.

The chief’s dark walnut, wooden office door was closed, which was normal. The normality of it made Jack feel at home. On the opposite side of the room stood another heavy wooden door, reinforced with steel plating, which opened to a hall that led to the holding cells and interrogation rooms. The second floor contained offices for the prosecuting attorney, county judge, court clerks and administration.

“You’re back!” Officer Sarah Jeffries commented with a generous smile as she walked by. Jeffries was nearly as tall as Jack, her mocha skin smooth, defying her age, her black hair in a pixie cut that grazed her jawline. The woman was tough as nails, the mother of three, and a damn fine cop. Reed thin, but Jack knew from experience that her slender form was packed with muscle. He might have a good sixty pounds on her, but she was wily and quick-footed in the boxing ring. She’d nearly knocked him out the last time they had sparred.

“I am. How are the boys?” He wasn’t going to mention that there was a sheen of sweat coating his back, or that he prayed he’d make it through a full day without needing a nap. Wouldn’t do to have a detective sleeping on the job.

“Giving me more gray hair on a daily basis.”

“Aren’t teenage boys supposed to do that to their parents?”

She chortled and slapped her thigh. “Ain’t that the truth. Glad to see you up and around.”

“Thanks, Sarah. You tell those boys, if they stray out of line, I’ll stop by and help them clean up their act.”

Sarah pursed her lips and nodded. “Oooh, I never thought of that. But I will use it the next time they sass me.”

“Stone? A word.”

Jack turned toward the gruff voice of their Chief of Police, Rick Sheffield. He stood straight as a drill sergeant in the doorframe between his office and the bull pen. His hair, what remained of it, had long ago gone stark white. In Jack’s thirteen years with the Jackson Hole Police Department, the chief’s hair had never been any other color. Granted, there were now more lines and crevices in his weathered face. His ice blue eyes had witnessed more than their fair share of tragedy and corruption.

“Yes, sir.” Jack grimaced internally as he marched toward the door. The chief left it open for him as he waltzed back into his office. Dammit, he would probably be put on desk duty. Jack hated frigging desk duty. Besides being boring to the point where he dreamed about a shootout, it made the days crawl by. He needed action to keep himself from nodding off. Having said that, too much action would make him relapse on his recovery and put him on more leave.

He would take the desk duty, bitching included, over more leave time. He shivered at the thought.

Jack entered the chief’s office and was brought up short. The chief wasn’t alone. Unease settled in the pit of Jack’s stomach.

“Close the door behind you and have a seat, Detective.” The chief indicated the chair covered in navy blue fabric nearest the door, the only empty chair in his office. The back wall was lined with wooden shelves in the same walnut wood as his office door. In addition to his desk and the chairs, along the far right wall, the room held an umber brown couch framed by two end tables. The thing looked like it had been stylish at one time. Like, back in the eighties.

Jack followed orders and shut the door behind him. He studied the man who occupied the other chair, dressed in a slick, nondescript black suit. His appearance screamed law enforcement. But he wasn’t internal affairs. After Jack’s injury, internal affairs had interviewed him—a couple of times. Granted, they may have hired someone new who wanted to take a chunk out of his ass over his mistake. Well, the man could get in line.

But if he ruled out internal affairs, his other guess would be Federal Agent. The man wore his black suit with the uptight aura of a Fed. Jack could practically smell it on the guy. He hated that his back shot up like a tom cat protecting his territory at the thought of an agent in his police department. It did not matter that he had coordinated investigations with the Feds over the last few years, their superior attitude tended to rub him the wrong way. Likely because of their ability to claim jurisdiction and invade an investigation his department had operated on for months. He tended to be bitter when it came to jurisdictional bullshit.

“From what your doctor mentioned in the letter he submitted to the department, he recommended you for light duty for the next four to six weeks. Tell me, how do you feel? And no bullshit. If you aren’t physically or mentally ready to come back, it’s understandable and I won’t hold it against you. If you need more leave time, say the word and I will put the paperwork through.”

Jack diverted his attention from the man in black back to Sheffield. He appreciated the way the chief cut through the bull and didn’t mince words. Sheffield had sat with him on that first night after his surgery after all of his friends had left so he wouldn’t be alone in the hospital. Not that he remembered much from his morphine-induced state, except that each time he was woken by a nurse, Sheffield had been there. The chief considered his officers his responsibility and wanted to make sure Jack made it through the worst of it before he left him alone. “I can do the job, Chief, if that’s what you’re worried about. Yes, the arm is still being troublesome at times, but it won’t hinder me or any investigations.”

He didn’t mention that the injured arm was his shooting arm. The chief knew it. His doctor knew it. And so did Jack. It was taking time in physical therapy to rebuild the injured muscle. The damn bicep still trembled like he had performed a thousand pushups after a thirty-minute session at the firing range. Nor did he mention that he’d missed the bull’s eye in training practice. Hell, he’d missed the paper target altogether a few times, let alone the shadowed outline of imaginary suspects on the target. He would get better, and back into fighting shape. It was just taking one hell of a lot longer than he liked.

Patience was not one of his virtues. Not that he had many of those, either.

The chief studied him a moment as Jack lowered himself onto the padded navy chair. Jack kept his face as straight and unreadable as possible, hoping like hell he masked the pain that battered his system. It was more of an annoyance now than a hindrance.

Yeah, his arm hurt like a son of a bitch at times. Lately, between the doctor mandated physical therapy and his own need to return to his post, he’d been pushing his body and abused muscles to the point of exhaustion. That was the thing no one told you about recovering from an injury or surgery. It could be damn painful business.

The first time he’d run after his injury, he had tossed the entire contents of his stomach afterwards.

The chief steepled his fingers as he stared. Jack liked the man. He had a weight of responsibility that would cripple most people and he made carrying it look easy. The chief finally responded. “Be that as it may, I would rather err on the side of caution before tossing you back to the wolves. Which brings me to the gentleman beside you. Detective, I would like you to meet Special Agent David Carson. He has requested assistance on a case he is working in the area and I think it would be perfect for you.”

Jack nodded. See? A fucking Fed. “Good to meet you, agent. What’s this case you want the JHPD’s help with?”

Special Agent David Carson looked to be in his forties, given the gray dotting his black hair, trimmed in a short military style cut. Carson shifted his tall, lean form in his seat so that he faced Jack. “Let me start by saying, I’m glad you survived the injuries. Chief Sheffield informed me about the particulars of the case. It can be tough to get hurt on the job and have to go back. I’m a handler overseeing an individual who is in the US Marshalls’ witness protection program. It is the Bureau’s belief that her life is in danger. Again, unfortunately. Your job will be to tail her, keep an eye on her at home and at work.”

“You mean you want me to babysit?” Jack’s voice dripped with derision. The case was on par with desk duty.

Carson’s face hardened, which turned his hawk like features uber sharp. His blue gaze contained a cold fury. “Look. She helped the Bureau bring down the Giancarlo organization ten years ago. This town is the third place she has started over in the last decade. We believe Dominic Travino, the man who took over the mob connections from Giancarlo, is after her. Even after going underground and shifting his operation into online scams, he’s never stopped hunting her.”

Well, fuck me.

The Giancarlo mob case? Jack remembered seeing all the reports on the news about the case. It made whoever the witness was infinitely more interesting, and the stakes in tailing her that much higher. He tried recalling all the particulars of that case but drew a blank. However, the name Travino rang a bell. The man had a particular skill set for vengeance, and meting out that vengeance in bloody, brutal ways. He would execute someone only after he’d beaten them until their face was unrecognizable and dental records the only thing that could identify the victim. “And you think Travino is in Jackson Hole trying to locate the witness? Why not move her?”

“Yes, we do. Recently, he was sighted on street cameras in Laramie. That’s far too close for comfort. The Bureau does not want to move the witness again, if at all possible. Don’t get me wrong, we will if we need to, considering what our witness did to help us break this case wide open. The Bureau and I would like her to be able to live her life without constantly having to look over her shoulder. Our objective at this time is to force Dominic Travino into the open so we can apprehend him. We don’t know how many of his hired thugs he has with him. But knowing Travino, I’d say he has at least half a dozen men.”

Jack studied the agent and leaned back in his chair. “You plan to use this person as bait to catch him. Is it the Bureau’s policy to put someone under witness protection in clear and present danger?”

Agent Carson nodded in the affirmative. “More or less, that’s the plan. She already is in danger. Her life has been on the line since the moment she agreed to help us out and became an informant. I hate even contemplating putting her life in the line of fire once more, considering how much we owe her. But until we catch him, she will be running for the rest of her life.”

“What’s the catch?” There was a hell of a lot more involved here. And this case was proving far more interesting than a simple tailing job.

The agent’s brow quirked. Probably didn’t expect that Jack would pick up on that. But he’d been in law enforcement for too long to realize that nothing was as simple as it seemed. Even the best laid plans encountered hiccups. “She can’t know you’re tailing her. I’ve worked with her over the last decade. If she knows that Dominic has caught her trail again, she’ll run, and it will get her killed.”

“What does it matter to you whether she lives or dies? And why aren’t the US Marshalls working on this? I thought they were in charge of WITSEC, the Witness Security Program.” There was a part of the equation Jack was missing. The agent was far too invested in this witness. Why would a Federal Agent be involved and not the US Marshalls? Not that he shouldn’t care about an individual who helped them crack a huge case, Jack did with each of his victims, but he also kept an emotional barrier up between them. Emotions clouded one’s perception. The fact that they kept creeping into his cases lately had almost gotten him killed.

“When this case first began, to collect the evidence needed to convict Raoul Giancarlo, my partner Nicolas went undercover. He spent an inordinate amount of time with the witness. He began to worry that his cover was blown and made me swear that if anything ever happened to him, I would ensure she was protected at all costs. And there’s not a day that has passed since he lost his life on that case when I haven’t watched over her. It’s the least I could do. When she was placed into the Witness Security Program, I requested the US Marshalls keep me involved in her protection.”

Jack respected the hell out of that. It was never easy to lose a partner. His first partner had died of a heart attack a few years back. Even under normal circumstances, it had been difficult. Losing a partner in the line of duty was not something a person would recover from well—if ever. “And who is the woman your partner fell in love with undercover?”

“Raoul Giancarlo’s daughter, Victoria.”

“We have Victoria Giancarlo living in Jackson Hole? Get the fuck out! But her image was splashed all over the place by the media. Surely, I would have recognized her if I crossed paths with her.” Jack tried to recall images of Victoria Giancarlo. They had been plastered across the headlines for months following the trial. All he truly remembered were her haunted, sad eyes the color of burnt caramel.

“Doubt it. She underwent some plastic surgery after Travino found her the first time in Santa Fe. He beat her pretty badly. Broke her nose and jawbone before my team and I reached her. The surgery altered her features enough that she can play it off as a case of mistaken identity. And the fucker still managed to get away.”

“And what is her alias now?” Jack asked, more intrigued by the case than he wanted to admit.

“Before I go any further, I need assurances that you are one hundred percent in on this. That I can trust the information shared in this office goes no further—not your partner, not the other officers in the department, not your girlfriend. It is essential that her identity remain hidden. There cannot be a casual word uttered on Main Street and a journalist catch a whiff of it. She would be hounded, and the media would be able to get a clear image of what she looks like now while Travino is still on the lam. My office, in coordination with the Marshalls, is working to catch this fucker.”

Jack blew out a breath. He glanced at the chief. The chief gave him a blasé stare, leaving the decision up to him. It wasn’t his normal protocol. The chief was doing it to give him a chance to ease back into work, to take a job that would likely be more boredom than anything else. If Jack said no, the chief would put him on desk duty for the foreseeable future. That was worse than having to babysit. They had tag-teamed him and backed him into a corner. With a nod of agreement, he said, “You have it.”

“Her name is Rayna Thompson.”

Shock riddled Jack. And he wasn’t shocked often. Rayna was Victoria Giancarlo? Rayna, who steered away from him every time he got near her? Rayna, with her sweet little body and heart-shaped ass, about whom he’d wondered more than once what she looked like naked.

Carson continued, “I’ll give you all her particulars; where she works, lives. There’s a townhome next to hers that is available, where we plan to install you over the next week, get camera surveillance installed and so on, as soon as we get a hold of the owner. The Bureau will pay for the housing and anything you might need in that vein. We’ll want to install surveillance at her home and places of employment, if possible. I’ll give you access to my files on Travino. Unlike her father, who tended to do his dirty work in the shadows, Travino has no problem airing the dirty laundry. Two years ago, we discovered a film of one of his executions on social media video sites.”

“I know the owner of the townhome personally. He’s a friend of mine. Served in the army for eight years and understands classified ops. If part of the plan revolves around installing me next door to the witness,” Jack struggled to keep the shock from his features regarding Rayna, “I believe we should bring him in on this operation, or at least advise him. He’s worked with the department before and is trustworthy not to go blathering to anyone. He’s also her boss at one of her places of employment.”

“You’ve met her?” Agent Carson asked, his eyes narrowing slightly as he studied Jack.

Not as much as Jack would have liked, he thought—in the physical sense, anyhow. He’d watched her at the club on more than one occasion. First, because she was a beautiful woman wearing next to nothing in club uniform: a skin tight, black halter top with the club logo across her ample chest, a pair of Daisy Duke style jean shorts, and a black collar and cuffs. Wearing that, paired with her hickory colored hair that fell in soft waves around her shoulders, she was a knockout. Of course Jack had looked. Not doing so would be like asking the sun not to shine. Second, she rubbed him the wrong way with her whole hands-off vibe and piss off attitude. She didn’t scene with anyone—that he knew about, anyway. Since she began working at the club eight months ago or so, she hadn’t expressed interest in anyone. It made her intriguing and different from the majority of the women who attended their club. But at least now he understood her behavior a bit more.

“We have friends in common,” Jack explained. He wouldn’t call the two of them friends, more like strained acquaintances. In this instance, it was a moot point. He would tail her, guard her back until they caught the perp.

Carson cocked his head to the side. “That will work in our favor, I think. I’d want to run a background check on the landlord first. I ran a check on the business, but this is another reason why I wanted to work with local law enforcement. You guys understand the area and the people here better than I do. But I agree, if we can work with the landlord, all the better.”

“We have Spencer Collins’ background check info on file from the last case he worked with us.”

Agent Carson gave Jack a patronizing smile. “Our background checks are a little more thorough. Get me his info and I will run him through our system. Then we can get you moved in this week.”

“Understood.” The Feds got all the cool toys. And yeah, Jack was green with envy and would love to have access to their system on some of his cases.

Jack pulled out his phone. Luckily, he still had Spencer’s personal info saved from the last case he had worked with the department on, when Garrett had been blackmailed by an ex-girlfriend. Jack had never deleted it, on some level he must have known he would need the information again.

The hum of eager anticipation to sink himself into this case helped him ignore the twinges of pain in his bicep. He didn’t like that Carson wanted to keep Rayna oblivious that a monster was hunting her. If it were him, he would want to be informed of the threat, and would be royally pissed that he wasn’t apprised of it. However, the decision ultimately rested with Carson, the Bureau, and the Marshalls as to the best course of action.

Her ignorance would make the case more challenging. The ploy of installing him next door meant he would be in her sphere a lot. And if his body revved to life in a way it hadn’t in months at the thought of being near her, he disregarded it. Rayna was a case, and only that. There was an unwritten rule about not getting involved as it tended to cloud one’s judgement. Although, it had floored him that he’d missed the fact that Rayna was Victoria Giancarlo, daughter of the famed New Jersey mob boss, Raoul Giancarlo.

In his defense, more often than not, his gaze had been trained more on her ample cleavage spilling over the top of her uniform, or her heart-shaped ass as she strode away, than on her face.

The fact that she made his dick twitch whenever she neared was a trifling matter. Jack had learned long ago not to let that part of his anatomy do his thinking for him.

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10 reviews for His Cherished Love

  1. Rhonda

    I’ve enjoyed all of the books in Anya Summers’ Cuffs snd Spurs series which each can be read as a stand alone story. Jack and Rayna were introduced in previous books but it is in His Cherished Love that they become more then friendly acquaintances. When their connection happens it’s explosive. Their relationship grows as the danger to Rayna gets closer and the story comes to a very satisfying conclusion.
    I received an advance reader copy via the publisher.

  2. Rhonda

    I’ve enjoyed all of the books in Anya Summers’ Cuffs snd Spurs series which each can be read as a stand alone story. Jack and Rayna were introduced in previous books but it is in His Cherished Love that they become more then friendly acquaintances. When their connection happens it’s explosive. Their relationship grows as the danger to Rayna gets closer and the story comes to a very satisfying conclusion.
    I received an advance reader copy via the publisher.

  3. Lalaland

    This is the 8th outing in this series by Ms Summers and I have to say its actually better than some of the earlier ones. This is the story of Rayna Thompson and Jackson Stone. Both characters have been introduced on a regular basis in the earlier books but this can be read as a standalone with no problem. Rayna is in the US Witness Protection System and has been in Jackson Hole for around 2 years as a result of testifying against her Mafia family 10 years earlier. Although her evil father and his other family followers are no longer a threat, there is one, Dominic Travino to whom Rayna was to be forcibly married who is still constantly tracking her and she has had to up stakes and move with a new identity twice in 10 years already. Now its seems he has found her once more but her FBI handler wants to catch him so he feels it best not to tell Rayna that Dominic has found her and is in town and he tasks Jack, who is a Detective with JHPD returning from 10 weeks recovery having been shot, with the job of protecting and watching Rayna’s back. There is definitely a spark between them and when he moves in next door and offers to share his barbecue with her she realises that she needs to keep herself back because he is a cop and cops tend to die around her. Will things progress, and if they do get closer what will Rayna do when she finds out that Jack has been watching her and going behind her back? This story was a little more gritty than some of the others in this series and had much more depth, there was an element of a thriller and the characters were quite compelling, although the ending did seem a little rushed. As always the sex was hot and very raunchy and BDSM descriptions were explicit and concise, it ticked all the erotic romance boxes, for me anyway. I enjoyed this and found it an entertaining quick read.

  4. Marybeth

    Loved this story about Jackson and Rayna. She is in the witness protection program after testifying against her family. Jack has been enlisted to help protect her from her former fiance who wants her dead. In the meantime, they start a relationship admist all their friends from the previous books!

  5. Ronald

    Rayna has been running for 10 years from a threat to her life – under the Witness Protection Program. Her name and appearance has changed and still the threat exists. Jack is a detective in Jackson Hole, Wyoming who has been assigned to watch over her. He is also a Dominant. As they spend more and more time together, they fall in love, and she finds she enjoys submitting to him. The mystery of what happened in the past, and how they deal with the current threat, is interesting and comes to an exciting conclusion. I have read all the books in the Cuffs and Spurs series, and this is a worthy member of the series. I enjoyed reading it.

  6. Toni

    After getting a significant way into this book I was really starting to dislike Jack for his deception of Rayna & while I still think she let him off the hook too quickly I did really enjoy this book. As with all entries in the Cuffs and Spurs series this outing can be read as a standalone without any problems. While characters from the other books do make appearances, it is very much Jack & Rayna’s story. I loved the interaction between the characters & the contrasting light & shade of circumstances in Rayna’s life. Her current happiness in her life compared with her previous life & relationships. This book was long enough to flesh out the story and give it a good bit of depth.

  7. Redrabbitt

    The eighth book in the Cuff and Spurs saga will read as a stand-alone. While the BDSM club, Cuffs, and Spurs will have a role in the story, it is more around the lives of several key people that work or plays in the club. The story will have a past that will bring the present into play for Ryana Thompson and a man who is assigned to protect her, Detective Jackson Stone. What these two never counted on was falling in love.

    The story has plenty of mystery, suspense, along with life and death danger—but it also has two people entering a relationship that is full of eroticism. It is a journey of no longer being on the outside looking in. Wow, to go from working serving drinks in Cuffs and Spurs to experiencing the tantalizing delights of dominance and submission. It is a story of friends, loyalty, protection, and passion. For once, it is about standing your ground and not running when life comes at you with a vengeance—one that brings death and destruction. It will take the strength of a good man to keep the woman he cares about safe. It is about learning to trust and let go, even when the danger could cost both people their lives.

    “Life doesn’t come with a guarantee. There’s only here and now. Everything else is up for grabs.”

    Detective Jack Stone is ready to return to duty with the Jackson Hole Police Department after recovering from a gunshot wound to his arm. What a shock when he is asked to protect a woman that he already knows.

    Ryana Thompson has lived in the peaceful tourist town of Jackson Hole for two years now. She works two jobs, one at a touristy Fifties-style diner several days a week and then serving drinks at Cuffs and Spurs BDSM club several nights a week. She is also savvy and does stock trading several days a week, amassing a nice nest egg. What she doesn’t do is get involved with anyone, and actually only has a few people she is friends with.

    The story will have Jack asked to protect Ryana, and it will even mean him moving in near her townhouse. With the help of Spenser, he will set up cameras and use his injury as to why he hasn’t returned to work—not letting her know she is his job. But what happens when these two spend more time together? They start wanting more, and Jack will introduce her to the pleasures of D/s and BDSM—and Ryana will take to it like a duck to water.

    “Jack had opened Pandora’s box of pleasure and annihilated anyone who had come before.”

    “She wanted him. Again. Now. Like she was a junkie, and he was her dealer and the only one who had the exact drug she needed. She was so screwed.”

    “Jack was proving beyond all reasonable doubt that being with him was akin to a religious experience, and he was converting her to his faith one lick at a time. He was different from anyone she had ever known, and he was showing her precisely how naïve she had been to think she could walk away from him; from this. He played her body like a conductor guiding a symphony. And her body craved more, craved every ounce of pleasure he could wring from her body.”

    The story is an emotional roller coaster ride with past demons that haunt both Jack and Ryana—and they each center around their fathers. Jack has never felt he could love a woman, but Ryana has changed all that. Ryana doesn’t get close to men because she doesn’t want the risk that being near her could bring them. But four long years of no sex is blown out of the water when she and Jack get together. Her willingness to accept his dominance and control of her body, her desires, and her pleasure supersedes her fears of the past. The story has explicit sex scenes, a couple entering a BDSM relationship, with scenes at a BDSM club, exhibition, and voyeurism, along with some mild bondage. It is about trust and honesty, moving forward and burying the past to have a future.

  8. Ajjmb

    I loved Rayna and Jack’s story. This one was suspenseful and exciting. A killer on the loose that has been chasing after Rayna for year. Jack and Rayna are developing a wonderful relationship as she is introduced to BDSM and she finally allowing herself to lube again. This was great addition to this series that I really enjoyed. I voluntarily reviewed an advanced copy of this book.

  9. Joanie

    I enjoyed this book very much. Rayna is a strong character who doesn’t think she’s submissive. She’s been through too much to be able to rely on anyone. Jack is trying to protect her from a danger she’s not aware of and doesn’t want to get emotionally involved. The chemistry and the pull between them can’t be ignored forever. Their love is romantic and hot although they both have their secrets. The plot was filled with danger and suspense and held my interest. I love this author and this whole series.

  10. John

    This eighth book in the Cuffs and Spurs series by Anya Summers had a very thrilling and haunting story about a woman in Witsec being hunted over and over again, and being forced to relocate repeatedly. It also had a very hot and detailed journey into the world of domination and submission, as well as other aspects of BDSM living, such as discipline and punishment. It was also one very juicy sexual ride in terms of descriptive details and the numerous times it happened between Rayna and Jack. This is a voluntary review of an Advanced Reader Copy of this book from Blushing Books.

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