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The words come out smoothly, a recitation he’s uttered numerous times, to numerous trainees, over numerous infractions. Catch knows how to step into a room and take control. To use his bearing, his tone, his mere presence, to command respect, compliance, obedience. If he’s honest, the training core suits him better than the cockpit ever did. He was made for this, being a trainer. Though the words, this time, are a lie. It would take a hell of a lot for him to drop First’s sister before the end of the quarter, to eject her from the station, even if she was failingmiserably.
There are certain things Catch would put up with only for his best friend, and his sister’s inadequate performance will be one of them, if it has tobe.
Even so, he’d just as soon intimidate an adequate performance out ofher.
“Yes, Sir.” Catch detects the hint of a tremble in her chin, but her voice remains firm. He releases her and she takes a discreet step back. “I won’t be any trouble,Sir.”
GetDEEP
Sneak Peek: DEEPER
DEEPER (DEEP #2)
This time… Catch wants itall.
For months, Sergeant “Catch” Durant has scraped out an existence without her. Cadet Lana Marsden. The girl of his kink-fueled dreams. Sweet. Submissive. And utterly incontrol.
The girl who used the safeword and walkedaway.
For months, Lana’s tried to carry on with her duty—her mission into the deep. She’s tried to let Catch go… andfailed.
When a state of emergency forces their paths to collide, there’s only so long Lana can resist the man who brought her to her knees. Only so long Catch can hold himself back from all he reallywants.
Harder.
Darker.
Deeper…
Catch isback.
DEEPER
CHAPTERONE
The girl has short,dark hair, medium-dark skin, and a cunning, cutting look in her eyes that can only be described as catlike. She’s short, maybe five-three, and looks even shorter with her curvy, compact frame. Other than her general age, the fact that she’s a female member of the International Space Corps, and the fact that she’s strikingly, almost disturbingly pretty, she has nothing at all in common with LanaMarsden.
Lana…
Fair, slender Lana, with the long, soft brown hair and the deep blue eyes. Lana… who had whole galaxies in hereyes.
Lana.
Catch takes a deep, deep breath as he blinks at the girl in his wavering vision. Those calculating eyes cutting through him, finding him lacking. Pathetic. He’s damaged goods, and she knowsit.
No. Nothing in common withLana.
Maybe that’s why he’shere.
But then, of course, there’s the leather. The straps that hold the girl, bent over, bound to the desk. Those remind him of Lana… fragments still in his head, still burning him up, smoldering like live embers under his skin, no matter how he tries to snuff themout.
Drugs. Abstinence.Denial.
Memories…
Her faint vanilla scent. The sound of her desperate cries, her panting breaths, her soft sighs. The feel of her skin, soft and hot, againsthim.
Lana… bound to the hook in his ceiling, to the hook in his wall. In a collar and cuffs. On aleash.
