Available Now! THEIR DISCOVERY by Rebecca Grace Allen ~ Excerpt, Giveaway



Their Discovery by Rebecca Grace Allen

Series: Legally Bound 3

Publisher: Rebecca Grace Allen Enterprises (self pub)

Release Date (Print & Ebook): Tentative date 4/29/19 / Spring 2019

Subgenre: Contemporary erotic, BDSM

Trigger warnings: Pegging, threesomes

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About the book:

Exploring their fantasies could save their marriage…or push it over the edge

Legally Bound, Book 3

Samantha Archer’s life has hit a wall. Her world is housework, homework and reminding her husband—the biggest kid in the family—to help out at home. Once she felt confident, powerful and sexy, but Brady doesn’t seem to notice her anymore, and now all she feels is invisible.

Brady has tried being the goofy guy who stole Sam’s heart, but it’s not working. He’s losing the woman he loves and doesn’t have a clue how to fix it. He’s keeping his darkest fantasies hidden too, sure they’re not what Sam wants, and his inability to please her cuts him deeper than she knows.

When Sam lands a new job at a law firm, Brady still won’t pick up the slack, and one night giving him orders unexpectedly reignites their missing spark. Sam discovers the Femdomme she didn’t know she was, kindling Brady’s submissive desires.

But while things heat up inside the bedroom, life outside it starts unraveling. Brady’s need to call the shots at work complicates his hunger to kneel for his wife, and Sam has longed to experiment in more ways than one. Their exploration of dominance and submission goes a step too far when they invite Sam’s sultry switch coworker into their bed, and the fallout could cost them everything.

Warning: contains a six-foot-five, ex-football player geek and a ballsy, badass redhead who’s learning to unleash her inner Domme. Scenes depicting humiliation, pegging and threesomes could disturb, or stimulate a thirst for adventure.



Rebecca Grace Allen says: Marriage is hard, and sometimes it looks like it’s not going to work out, but everyone can still get their happily ever after.

About Rebecca Grace Allen: Rebecca Grace Allen holds a Bachelor of Arts in English with a double concentration in Creative Writing and Literary Comparison as well as of Master of Science degree in Elementary Education, both of which seemed like good ideas at the time. After stumbling through careers in entertainment, publishing, law and teaching, she’s returned to her first love: writing. A self-admitted caffeine addict & gym rat, she currently lives in upstate New York with her husband, two parakeets, and a cat with a very unusual foot fetish.


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Giveaway: win a signed paperback set of HIS CONTRACT and HER CLAIM, books 1 & 2 in the Legally Bound series. To win paperbacks, winner must provide a mailing address within the USA. International winners will receive equivalent e-copy.

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“What do you need?” she asked. “After?”

“I don’t know.” His fingers inched back up, the fabric slowly coming loose. Sam shivered when he rolled the sleeves down her arms.

The shirt gone, he fingered the button on her jeans, glanced at her face.

“Keep going,” she said.

He popped it open.

“You must need something,” she urged. She was already picturing what she was going to do to him, how his big body was going to heave and tremble. She needed to know how to reattach his pieces once she’d blown him apart.

“A shower?” He slowly unzipped her fly. A little shudder escaped her, belying her composure. Brady cracked an impish grin. “A cigarette?”

No Mr. Funny. Not now.

“I want an answer, pet.”

His face went serious. “I don’t know what I need,” he said softly.

“Okay.” At least that was a response. “We’ll figure it out together.”

He pulled her jeans down, lowering himself to the floor along with them. He looked at her bare feet, palmed one foot, helped her balance while he tugged off the denim.

“You like me barefoot?”

“I like you everything.”

Sam laughed and slid the jeans away with her toes.

“I bet you like knowing you’re gonna come soon.”

He licked his bottom lip and stood. “Am I?”

“You’ll be no good to me all amped up.” She made a fist in his shirt, pulled him close and whispered, “I’m betting you’re out of your damn mind by now.”

His throat worked. “I’m struggling, Mistress.”

“We can’t have that.” Although, she liked his suffering. A lot. “Take my bra off.”

Without breaking eye contact, Brady reached around behind her and undid the clasp. He pulled the straps until the cups fell away, and then his gaze fell, eyes darting to her nipples and up again.

“May I?”

Was it the way he was asking for permission, or the hungry look in his eyes that made her want to let him touch? For years, her breasts had been for nursing her children, not for pleasure. But not anymore.

“You may.”

Brady’s touch was almost reverent as he brushed his knuckles along the underside of one breast, then the other. Dropping her bra to the floor, he moved in close, and God did she love the sheer mass of him, big arms and hands to match. Her eyes fluttered shut as he skimmed a thumb over her nipples. They grew tighter, more puckered with every stroke.

Did he know what his worship did to her?

“I’m afraid you don’t want this,” Brady breathed. “Not the way I do.”

“That’s not true,” she said.

She wanted—to take with abandon, to see how he reacted to the plug and the vibrating ring. But more than that, she wanted that tormented look on his face, to watch his head press back against the mattress, his muscles tightening as he begged and cried out in anguished pleasure.

“The way you want me, pet, I want you, too. The way you’ve been thinking about me, I’ve done the same.”

Sam took his hands in hers and held them. “You want to be on your knees, and I want to put you there. You want to be controlled. I want to control you. I’m as desperate for this as you are.”


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