Tori is a vice president of a company. Her career is all about being in charge, solving problems, making decisions. But in the bedroom she likes to give up control. She likes to be taken to the edge, likes the heady pleasure of pain, likes how it sets her free.
Dev is a physician. In his career, he has sworn to do no harm and was taught that raising a hand to a woman is wrong. And he is nearly a decade younger than Tori.
The attraction between Tori and Dev is more than just physical—they both feel a connection of spirit. They begin a relationship that seems to work despite their age difference. But when Tori reveals what she really wants in bed, Dev's not sure if he has it in him to give it to her. Tori isn't sure she can have a relationship with someone who can't accept her for who she is. It's a power struggle.
Reviews:
RT BOOK REVIEWS - 4 STARS "...a good opposites attract BDSM story. It's enjoyable to watch her characters' give and take, and you'll cheer them on as they try to move closer to compromise and each other."
The Romance Studio 5 HEARTS
"Power Struggle ... sizzles with its intense sensuality, deep-seated passion and extremely emotional pull that packs a powerful punch...a richly detailed story that is brimming over with sexual tension, intoxicating desires and intriguing carnal needs that is edgy and psychologically intense. The bold, daring and compelling plotline teases and engages reader's hearts and mind..."
Happy Ever After Reviews 5 Tea cups
"Let me begin by saying, WOW! Loved this book! ...I recommend this book to anyone who enjoys reading about BDSM. It was artfully written. Great Job, Kelly!"
Seriously Reviewed
"Wow! Put away the cookie cutter BDSM stories because Power Struggle takes typical BDSM to a new level...the way Ms. Jamieson took me into the story was personal and emotional. Dev and Tori's thoughts, motivations and actions are intimately revealed. The slightest shift in thinking had monumental influence on the way they responded to each other. Both with flaws and struggles that made them real."
Book Binge
"This is the kind of story that makes for good reading, in my opinion. There's lots to consider in this novel -- lots in the back story and lots to consider about the merits of the BDSM lifestyle and how a personal relationship can affect its place in someone's life."
Night Owl Reviews 4 1/2 Stars
"Power Struggle was a wonderful book and a great read"
Dev fought to get oxygen into his heaving lungs, holding Tori's small body on top of him. Her hair tickled his nose, and he breathed in that exotic floral scent, slid a hand up under the silky length of it and cupped the back of her head. His other hand covered the curve of her ass where he'd just given her a little spank.
"For that I may have to punish you," he murmured. "Smart mouth."
She trembled against him and he hugged her tighter. So sweet. So responsive. And so fucking hot when she'd touched herself. He loved that she'd do that, that she didn't hesitate to make sure she got what she wanted. The fact she knew herself and her body so well was sexy as hell.
"Okay, let's order pizza now," he said after a long moment. Again, she shook against him and he rolled her once more, onto her back, and lifted up on one elbow to look down at her. She was laughing.
She lifted a hand to touch his cheek. "You make me laugh too."
He clasped her fingers and brought them to his mouth. "As long as you're laughing with me, not at me."
They shared a smile and something expanded hot and soft in his chest.
"What kind of pizza do you like?" he asked gruffly.
"Vegetarian."
"Oh hell no."
She laughed again. "What's wrong with that?"
"Too healthy. How about pepperoni, bacon and salami?"
"How about-no."
He grinned. "Pepperoni?" he asked hopefully.
"Okay. I can handle that."
"Hmm. Conflict over pizza." He rolled out of bed and pointed to a door in the wall opposite the bed. "Bathroom?" She nodded and he made a quick trip to get rid of the condom, then scooped up his jeans on the way back to the bed. He fished out his cell phone and thumbed through his contacts for the number for Rocco's.
"You have the number in your phone?"
"I eat there a lot." He placed the order, then snapped the phone shut and tossed it to the small table beside her bed. "Forty-five minutes. Now what could we do to pass the time?"
"Tell me you eat more than just burgers and pizza."
"No." He moved toward her purposefully and she laughed.
"What do you mean no?" She scooted away from him and he paused, struck dumb by her incredible sexiness. Her blonde hair was a tangled mess around her shoulders, her lips were swollen, faint pink marks on her face from his beard stubble. She was tiny but perfect with the kind of breasts he loved-not too big, not too small, but round and high on her small ribcage. Her skin was luminous in the dim room, eyes glowing with laughter and confidence. Jesus. He shook his head.
"I mean, I can't tell you that because it's not true-that's all I eat. Well. I eat steak once in a while. And I'm pretty fond of Doritos. Sometimes I have Doritos and Coke for breakfast."
"Oh my god." She stared at him in horror. "You're a health-care professional."
"Yup." He reached for her and gave her a smacking kiss. "I am. Dr. Fillmore."
"Dr. Fillmore..." Her voice drifted off as he kissed the corner of her mouth, her cheek, her jaw. "You need to set a better example for...for your..."
"Hmm?" He opened his mouth on the side of her neck and sucked gently.
"Your patients..."
"I am patient."
"Not that...oh." Her soft sigh was like a fist squeezing his heart. "Oh, Dev."
