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Sunday, January 18, 2015

Dominic By MJ Fields 1/18/15

The Italian, seductive, quiet alpha, Dominic Segretti, is leaving
Livorno, Italy and headed for the Jersey Shore.
His family's business is in danger of crumbling under the
management of a man who tormented and grossly underestimated
his investment in a business he grew up loving, and the hatred of a
man who made his life hell for thirteen years.
He has been quietly waiting for the right moment to bring Benito
Deluca to his knees. He comes to the US, armed with enough
evidence to prove his case to, Josephine Steel, his aunt, and his
cousins, Cyrus, Jase, Zandor, and Xavier.
The night before he plans to tell them of the corruption that could
cause the demise of DeLuca INC, he decides to take a night to de-
stress. He plans a night of relaxation and enjoyment for himself at
the Hilton Casino on the shore.
Delaney Johnson is starting over after a break-up and graduating
college. She has landed the job of her dreams in NYC.
Arrangements had been made to stay with her best friend, Nikki
Bassett, and her fiancé', Abe O'Donnell.
Feeling that her luck has suddenly changed, she stops to play a few
slots, just for fun. She finds herself winning big, and gains an
One hot night of uninhibited sex with a stranger takes her places
she never knew she could go.
Dominic sees something in her, something familiar, something
undeniable. Will this one hot night turn into many, or will the
Beast's plans crush any hope of them exploring their future?

I walk out the door with my belongings in hand. It is time to move
the hell on. I had made a promise to myself; when it was no longer
fun I would be done.
It is no longer fun. Hell, it bypassed fun four months ago. And after
this, well it is over.
James pursued me hard and fucked me even harder. He was a
player. You know the type. He’d smile and give a wink. I’d end up
with a pair of soaked panties. Then, I’d do the only thing I could,
turn and walk away.
Apparently, I was playing hard to get, so he said, which made him
have to have me, (his words.) After three weeks of him asking me
out, I agreed to a date.
Flowers, check.
Dinner, check.
A bottle and a half of wine, double check.
He insisted on walking me into my dorm room.
Yes, that night was the first time we had sex, but I will never admit
that to my girls. We have rules. Rules that my girl, Nikki, had
already broken. That lucky bitch got a hot guy, too, Abe O’Donnell.
He’s hot as hell, a possessive and fickle bastard, and she got him.
Where were we?
Oh yes, James and our first time. It went something like this.
‘We’ve waited long enough, darlin’.’ With his Southern drawl and
green-ass eyes boring holes into mine, I caved.
He was big and rough, and lasted all of five minutes.
‘It’s okay.’ I wanted to make sure he knew I was all right with what
had just happened.
‘Better than ok, it was damn good.’
Uh huh. It’s not like it was awful sex. I mean, it was frequent, and
he was on the larger than average size. Seven inches wasn’t bad,
Apparently, two or three times a day wasn’t enough for James.
That’s what he told me when I walked into our apartment about an
hour and a half ago, and found him fucking the slut from down the
‘I need it more, darlin’,’ he said, as he stood naked, while she threw
her clothes on. ‘You put out more often, and we’ll be okay, you’ll
‘Are you kidding me?’ I laughed, as I chucked all my clothes out of
the closet.
‘I’ll talk to you later?’ I heard the bitch whisper, as I snapped
‘You have to have more self-respect than that. Did you not just hear
what he said to me?’
‘Sex is sex.’ She rolled her eyes.
‘Well, just so you know, you just made it to the top of my prayer
list. Bless your heart.’
‘You too.’
‘Me?’ I squeaked my response.
‘You’re doing him two and three times a day, and I’m in need of
‘Living together.’ I pointed between James and me. I stopped when
I realized there was no point in arguing with the slut, who had been
banging my live-in boyfriend. ‘Get the fuck out.’
I bent down, picked up one of my black heels and hurled it in her
‘Oh, my God, she’s crazy!’
‘That’s right, skank!’ I yelled.
I looked over at James; he looked back at me and smirked. The
bastard was smirking, as he held onto himself, naked, hard, and
watching the two of us bickering back and forth.
‘You too, you sick bastard!’ I snapped at him.
‘Who me?’ He looked shocked and pointed to himself.
Oh. My. God. He was fucking clueless.
I don’t know what came over me, but I started laughing. It was a
cross between a belly laugh and a snort. Then, tears started falling,
as I threw everything I owned into a suitcase and two duffle bags.
Before walking out the door, I looked back at him. He finally had
some basketball shorts on.
‘You really gonna leave, darlin’? Where you gonna go? Can’t go
home, can’t get back into the dorms, can’t--’
‘Can’t stay here with you either.’
‘If I,’ he stopped and scratched his head, ‘if I don’t do it again,
maybe you’ll stay?’
How is it that I felt more emotion emitting from James, at that very
moment, than I had in the last five months? I mean he wasn’t a
complete asshole. Although, our first date may have been the last
time he showed an ounce of what I would consider a romantic
I shook my head ‘no’ as he slowly approached me.
‘Come on, darlin’; give it another shot. Just give me one more try.’
As he took my hand, I shook my head ‘no’, again. ‘Where you
gonna go, Laney?’
‘I’ll find a place?’ My voice cracked.
He shook his head. ‘Not that easy, darlin’.’
At that moment the dam broke. At that moment, I fell apart. In that
moment, James hugged me. It was the second nicest thing he had
ever done for me. He slid the duffle bag strap off my right shoulder
and then the other off my left. I just stood there and let them drop
to the ground, as I sobbed against his bare chest.
He wrapped his arms around me and rubbed my back.
It was probably the sweetest moment in our entire
relationship—until he popped wood.
Before pulling out of my parking spot, I look up, hoping to see him
coming after me. Hoping that he would fight for me. I give it two
minutes, one hundred and twenty seconds. Waiting for a man to
come and beg me to come back. The man that I just caught fucking
another woman: whore, slut. Whatever you wanna call her.
Pathetic. That’s what I am.
Mel opens her dorm room door and I hold up a bottle of wine.
“Wanna help me drink this?”
She smiles and steps back. “I’d never say no to you.”
“Paige here?” I ask, as I walk in.
“She’s on a date.”
“Cool.” I set the bottle down and wiggle my jacket off my shoulders,
as I look up at her. She has that look, the one of concern and
“Spill it,” she says, and turns her back. She grabs two cups out of
the shoebox- sized cabinet that houses their dinnerware, and red
Solo cups.
“It wasn’t fun anymore--” I begin.
“Oh, come on. He’s what, three in a year? It’s not always about fun,
“Don’t you judge me,” I say, pouring the Red Cat into a cup.
“You--,” she starts.
“I caught him in bed with the whore from down the hall.”
“No.” Her mouth drops open.
I take a long drink and nod as I swallow.
“I thought you and he had a great sex life?”
“Great. Yeah, I wouldn’t say great. Frequent, but apparently not
frequent enough.” I take another drink, watching her as she fills her
“You can stay here as long as you want, okay?”
“Mels, I can’t be a fucking mooch for--”
This time she cut me off. “You’d do it for us.”
“What if you get caught and get into trouble? I won’t put you in that
situation. I was so stupid to move in with him to begin with.”
After the bottle of wine is finished, and we male bash for a while, I
stand up, and yes, I stumble.
“Where are you going?”
“I don’t know. My car, the Y, the ... ”
“At least stay here, tonight. I don’t think Paige will be back, so you
can have her bed.” I don’t want to, I mean, I really don’t want to be
someone else’s burden. “You’re drunk, Laney. Just stay.”
I ended up staying from February until May. Mel, Paige, and I share
their closet-sized room the entire time. I never spoke to James
Graduation was two days away. I hadn’t spoken to my parents,
either one of them, in months. They both had a fit when I had
moved in with James. I was adamant that I was an adult and could
make that decision on my own. Both banded together, for once in
my life, and stood their ground. If I moved in with him I was not
getting their support. I told them they could take their support and
shove it.
James had lasted a bit longer than the normal five minutes that
night. ‘I’m proud of you, darlin’.’
I stayed out a little later the few nights preceding graduation, not
wanting to face my friends. Not wanting to face, or let them find
out, what I had been hiding for six months.
They didn’t know that my parents and I were at odds. I knew they
would be pissed when they found out. I know I messed up by not
telling them, but honestly, it hurt. So what if I didn’t want to share
the hurt?
I even tried to fake sick, to miss the deadline for filling out the
online registration for the commencement ceremony. Did the girls
allow that to happen? Yes, but--hell no. Paige rushed through the
prep for her final, came home with chicken noodle soup to feed me,
so I would get better, and helped me fill out the form. She even
placed the order for my cap and gown at the bookstore, when I was
too ‘busy.’ I didn’t have the money for them at that time, but she
didn’t listen, she bought them.
So, I was fucked.
Two nights before graduation, Nikki and Abe come into town. They
are staying in a hotel. The four of us girls, are supposed to meet up
for dinner and drinks, while Abe is going to stay behind to get some
work done.
We walk into their hotel room and in typical ‘us’ fashion, we hug,
laugh, and Nikki even cries. She is so excited to be back. She spent
the last year of school doing an internship and Abe O’Donnell, thus
the emotions.
You should see the look on Abe’s face when the tears start rolling
down her cheeks. I swear he thinks she is upset. He immediately is
at her side, in true alpha male form, and she laughs.
“Happy tears. I miss them,” she explains.
“You sure?” he asks.
“Yes.” She is beaming. “Now, don’t you have something to go do?
We are about to embark on a four hour conversation of what’s gone
on over the past,” she looks at us again, “almost year.”
After a chaste kiss is placed to her lips, he disappears into what I
assume, is the master bedroom.
“We have so much catching up to do. You guys don’t mind if we
stay in and eat, do you?” Nikki asks.
We order sushi and go through several bottles of wine. Then, the
topic of conversation centers on my break up with James.
“I’m fine. Honest to God. I mean, really, what was I gonna do, stick
around here? Marry him and move to his hometown where his life
would be consumed by his family’s ranch and weekend rodeos?
Shit, I was an idiot not to think about the future anyway. What
would I be, Mrs. JD Farnsworth the second? The minute his little
brother graduated high school, last year, his mom ran for the hills,”
I say sarcastically. “She was sick of getting kicked around. So, let’s
talk about something else, shall we?”
“His dad beat his mom?” Nikki looks at me the same way she would
look at a wounded bird.
Paige laughs, “Hey, at least she gets it now, can’t save them all.
Remember Heather? You two tried so hard to help her after she
became consumed by her first love. Crazy is crazy, right, Mel?”
“I’ll drink to that.” Mel raises her glass.
I force a laugh, excuse myself and retreat to the bathroom. The
mere mention of that girl’s name makes me sick to my stomach. I
hate that bitch. Hate her! The girl everyone in high school shunned.
The girl that Nikki and I tried so damn hard to help, was
now—fucking my father. Not just fucking him, living with him. My
mom was on the road with some cross-country hillbilly, riding bitch
in a fucking tractor-trailer. My life literally turned upside down last
year. Because of all the things Nikki and Abe had gone through, I
made sure the others didn’t know. If I’m being truthful, I don’t want
them to know anyway. It is embarrassing.
I hear the door open as I sit on the cold tile floor, and in walks Abe.
“I apologize. I didn’t know--”
“It’s fine, Abe.”
“You all right?”
“I’m fine, emotional, you know. Graduation, all the pomp and
circumstance.” I stand, trying to act like it was a joke. “Females,
pfftttt. You live with Nikki, I’m sure you understand. Please don’t
mention it?”
He nods and walks out, closing the door behind him.
Not two minutes later, the door opens. Nikki walks in and shuts it
behind her. “Spill it.”
“What?” I try to act like nothing is going on.
“You don’t get emotional. Abe said you were upset--”
“In front of them?”
“Abe? No. He would never.”
“Because he’s amazing. He gets it. He--” She put her hand on her
hip. “You’re deflecting.”
“Am not.” Tears sting my eyes.
“Are too,” she says and grabs my hand. “It’s me. The girl who you
talked out of making the biggest mistake of her life not too damn
long ago. Now, talk to me, Laney.”
“I’m not ready--” I stop when the door opens, and Mel and Paige
walk in.
“Not ready for what?” Mel asks, as she walks over and sits on the
“Nothing, God, can’t someone just be emotional? Can’t someone
just not want to sit through a stupid ceremony in a damn green
gown? Can’t someone--”
Paige pipes in, “Time to spill the beans, Laney. For a long time I
thought it was James, but now, I know damn well it’s something
“My parents are getting divorced, okay? They’re both assholes, too.
I haven’t talked to them in months. I don’t want to talk about it.”
“Why haven’t you said anything?” Nikki asks.
“Cause it’s embarrassing, alright?”
“It happens. My parents divorced when I was ten. It’s not
embarrassing, it’s part of life.” Mel smiles at me. “We’re here for
“You can’t just walk away from them, either. I mean, family is
family, messed up or not,” Paige interjects.
“Yes, I can. If you three keep pressuring, I will walk out of here,
They don’t say a word, none of them. They know I am serious. And
I am, too.
I sit on a bar stool looking at the clock. An hour before graduation,
and I am shit faced. I send the girls a text, telling them I won’t be
there. Ten minutes later, James walks in, alone. He pulls a bar stool
up beside me and orders two shots of tequila. He pushes one over
to me. I shake my head ‘no.’
“It’s graduation, darlin’. We’re gonna celebrate.”
“Why are you here?”
“You know, damn well why I’m here. This is my spot. So, now ask
yourself why you’re here.”
“Because, I’m pathetic.” I say, just as pathetic as I felt.
“No, you ain’t.” He holds up his shot glass. “To graduation and what
the future holds.”
I give in. Twenty minutes, and four shots later, we are in the
“You gonna come with me?” he asks, as he pulls my skirt up.
He pulls down my panties, “Step out, darlin’.”
I do and he pulls them off; then his jeans hit the floor.
He asks, “You ready for a ride?” in that damn drawl, as he rips the
condom open and rolls it on quickly.
“No.” I close my eyes. I am being fucking ridiculous.
His fingers run up my seams and he moans. “When things hurt, this
always makes it feel better, darlin’. You sure you ain’t ready? You
certainly feel it.” He pushes a finger inside me and everything
comes alive.
I reach down and stroke him.
“That’s right, girl.” He pins my arms to the wall above my head with
one hand.
“Tell me you want a ride,” he hisses against my lips, as he pushes
another finger inside my wetness.
“I want a ride.”
In one hard swift move, James is inside me. He lifts me up. “Wrap
‘em around me, darlin’.”
As I wrap my legs around him, I glance at my watch. He sees me
and laughs. “You got somewhere to be?”
“Nope,” I say, as my back hits the wall.
“Good answer. Now, hang on.”
He is brutal, which is exactly what I want right now. I want to feel
his cock hitting as deep as he can, hard.
After I come, he does, too. I glance at my watch again. Seven
minutes, he is up by two minutes.
“Feel better now?” he asks, as he hands me a wad of toilet paper.
“Nope.” I clean myself up, pull my skirt down, toss the toilet paper,
and start to walk out of the bathroom.
James grabs my arm, “Bullshit. Nothing feels better than an
orgasm, darlin’.”
“Maybe not.” I pull my arm back. “But you didn’t deserve me,
“I just needed more than you. Doesn’t mean I don’t feel it in here,”
he hits his chest, “when I fuck up.”
“You have a fucking problem, you know that?”
“Sure do. Just wanted to make sure you knew, it wasn’t you that I
had a problem with.”
My hands fly to my hips. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?”
“Means, I didn’t enjoy hurting you, okay? Means, I still wish you
were under me every day. Means…Hell, give me another shot.
Maybe?” He scratches his head, “Come home with me.”
You have got to be kidding me. “Why?”
“I won’t fuck anyone but you. Hell, this summer’s circuit is going to
be crazy. I’ll be getting my ass thrown around by bulls.” He smirks.
“Tell me you won’t enjoy seeing that.”
“No, I won’t.”
“Cause you’ll be worried about my safety? I promise you can doctor
up my wounds after each rodeo. Plus, where else you gonna go?”
“I have friends, a degree, and big things in store.”
“There are jobs on the ranch and some in town. Busy place you
know? Not a lot of downtime.”
I huff, “Meaning you won’t be passing the time fucking the
“No, I won’t be.”
“Why, is she ugly?”
“Hideous,” he chuckles.
I try to push past him and he pulls me back. “This is an olive
branch, Laney. Take the damn thing. Let’s see where it leads. I said
I would try, never done that before. Just. Try.”



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MJ Fields's love of writing was in full swing by age eight. Together
with her cousins, she wrote a newsletter for family members. The
newsletter was put back into ‘publication’ in September of 2001 for
entertainment of her cousin on a Navy aircraft carrier in the gulf,
(Her cousin is a FEMALE Navy officer and helicopter pilot).
She self-published her first New Adult romance in January 2013.
Today, she has completed four self-published series, The Love
series, The Wrapped series, The Burning Souls series, and The Men
of Steel series.
Her new series The Norfolk series has two titles available now.
Ties of Steel book 1 ABE was released October 28, 2014 and book 2
Dominic is available now.
MJ is an Amazon bestselling author and lives in central New York,
surrounded by family and friends. Her house is full of pets, friends,
and noise ninety percent of the time, and she would have it no
other way.
What to expect from her books...
Gritty, Authentic, and Entwined
The heat will draw you in, the heart will keep you coming back for

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