J. Jackson books

Claimed: A Forced Submission Romance

“Nice,” she whispered to herself. It still amazed her. Laying her keys aside her purse, she hit play on her answering-machine. “Alexandra? It’s Brand. Can I see you tomorrow? 2:30 at the condo? Let me know if this is okay. Thanks.” “2:30 will be just fine, my dear Mr. Brand,” she purred, smiling ...