Denial Series by Amy Valenti

I’m beyond pissed off with Callum Connors. Yeah—THE Callum Connors, star of my favourite TV show…and all my most private fantasies. He’s a self-confessed Dom, and he wants me, even though I told him outright that I’m not interested in submission or in him. But then I kissed him. What possessed me? I don’t even remember who started it, me or him—just that I brushed against him, and then we were on the way to third base in the middle of the set... moreI’m beyond pissed off with Callum Connors. Yeah—THE Callum Connors, star of my favourite TV show…and all my most private fantasies. He’s a self-confessed Dom, and he wants me, even though I told him outright that I’m not interested in submission or in him. But then I kissed him. What possessed me? I don’t even remember who started it, me or him—just that I brushed against him, and then we were on the way to third base in the middle of the set. Maybe I should have told him no again afterwards, but I just wanted to escape before he tried to take it further. I didn’t think I’d be able to resist him. I still don’t. Now he’s somehow thrown us together for two whole weeks, getting the studio to temporarily change my job from set decorator to his personal assistant. I can live with being his assistant, but I am not his damn submissive. No matter how sexy he is. less

Book 2 in the Denial series. I’m just waiting for the inevitable. Three years ago, I broke my submissive’s spirit completely. After she fled, I swore I’d never call myself a Dominant again. No one who screwed up as badly as I did is worthy of that title. Then Alexandra Ashford signed up for my personal training sessions—smart, confident, yet perfectly willing to follow my every order. The kind of submissive every Dom dreams about, even if she doesn’t know it... moreBook 2 in the Denial series. I’m just waiting for the inevitable. Three years ago, I broke my submissive’s spirit completely. After she fled, I swore I’d never call myself a Dominant again. No one who screwed up as badly as I did is worthy of that title. Then Alexandra Ashford signed up for my personal training sessions—smart, confident, yet perfectly willing to follow my every order. The kind of submissive every Dom dreams about, even if she doesn’t know it. I knew I had to keep my distance. My intentions were good, but she seduced me anyway. I’d stayed away from women for three years, yet it took her three days to get past my defences. Now I can’t make myself let her go. She’s more than I deserve; everything I want. But keeping vanilla? That’s gonna be hell. All I can do is hope she never begs me to tie her up and hurt her, though my Dom side craves it. If we cross that line, I have to leave her. I can’t break another submissive. I can’t be her damn Dom. less

Denial 2.5 - This short story takes place a few months after the events in 'Not Your Damn Dom'. Readers will at least need to have read 'Not Your Damn Submissive' to fully appreciate the story. I should trust and believe in my Dom over the paparazzi, I know that. But from the pictures all over the press, Callum is having an affair with his newest co-star. I'm trying not to jump to conclusions, but I just can't shake these damn suspicions. Okay, I'm his submissive - and I love that... moreDenial 2.5 - This short story takes place a few months after the events in 'Not Your Damn Dom'. Readers will at least need to have read 'Not Your Damn Submissive' to fully appreciate the story. I should trust and believe in my Dom over the paparazzi, I know that. But from the pictures all over the press, Callum is having an affair with his newest co-star. I'm trying not to jump to conclusions, but I just can't shake these damn suspicions. Okay, I'm his submissive - and I love that. He loves to tell me that I'm his. But do I really have any claim on him in return? Are you mine, Sir? less