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- Herausgeber: December Drake
- Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
- Sprache: Englisch
Three sweet and spicy tales of women claimed and bred by aggressive men. Includes the following:
- Claimed & Bred by the Mechanic: A broke woman is claimed by a mechanic while having her car serviced, with a little surprise help from his brother.
- Claimed & Bred by My Dad's Best Friend: An age gap tale of a woman aggressively bred by the ex-military friend of her father.
- Claimed & Bred in the Mountains: A sweet tale of a woman on the run getting claimed, after breaking into a stranger's house. A tale of comfort food, and sweet breeding.
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Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2025
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Claimed & Bred: Volume One
Claimed & Bred by the Mechanic
Claimed & Bred by My Dad's Best Friend
Claimed & Bred in the Mountains
December Drake
Contents
Copyright © 2024 December Drake
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No portion of this book may be reproduced in any form without written permission from the publisher or author, except as permitted by U.S. copyright law.
This book is a work of fiction. The story, all names, characters, and incidents portrayed in this production are fictitious. No identification with actual persons (living or deceased), places, buildings, and products is intended or should be inferred.
Claimed & Bred by the Mechanic
December Drake
Contents
Laceytookadeep breath, and caressed the steering wheel. “Okay, baby. Let’s do this.”
She turned the ignition, and her old car rumbled to life. She flinched when the engine light popped on with a loud ding a few seconds later.
“I know, baby. I know.”
She’d asked the tow truck to set her car down outside the shopping mall after he’d towed her from the side of the interstate.
He wasn’t pleased that she didn’t allow him to tow her straight into the mechanic’s shop half a mile away. He’d even made her sign a waiver since she’d refused.
At least the tow had been covered by the cheap roadside assistance that came with her car insurance.
Lord knows, she couldn’t afford shit else.
If she’d let the tow truck take her car straight to the shop, they’d know she had no other options. Don’t let them know they’ve got you by the balls, her uncle once said, or you’ll lose all your bargaining chips on the price of repairs. Never let them know you’re fucked.
If her uncle was still alive, he could probably get her car up and running before her shift tomorrow. Now, she had no one she could ask for help or bum a ride from, except maybe her handsy boss.
She shuddered. Hell no. She would leave two hours early at five in the morning and walk across the overpass to work, before getting in a car with him.
She bit her lip as she pulled out of the parking lot. Her car was likely dribbling a shiny, green trail of coolant down the street while she drove as fast as she dared. A large puddle of coolant had already been under her car when she’d filled the coolant tank with another jug of the pre-diluted stuff.
The temperature meter on her dash quickly climbed above the halfway point as she puttered down the road. By the time she pulled into the mechanic’s parking lot, the first wisps of smoke were drifting out of the hood, and another loud ding let her know the engine overheat light had flipped on as well.
Anyway, she’d made it, with her dignity intact. She couldn’t see who was at the shop’s counter through her windshield, so she first smeared on a layer of pink lip gloss and adjusted her bra.
Jake Thompson straightened from his slouch behind the counter as she pulled open the heavy door. “Hey, Lacey.”
He’d been a year behind her in high school, and he and his older brother had first apprenticed to the shop owner around her senior year.
“Hi, Jake.”
Lacey noted how he visibly brightened at the sight of her, as she set her car keys on the counter. She subtly stuck out her chest a little more. She might have to work the charm, if the old man wasn’t around.
“Where’s Old Wilkins?”
She tried to look casual as she peered around the small shop. She could see Jake’s brother Ronny bent under the hood of another car through the garage’s glass window.
“Retired. Ronny and I bought the shop from him last year.”
Her stomach plummeted. Fuck.
Old Wilkins had been a close friend of her dad, before he died. The few times she’d scraped up the money to get her car fixed, she’d worked that to her advantage, sometimes getting more than half off of a repair from Wilkins.
“No shit? Congrats.” She managed to smile over her rising panic.
Jake gave her a slow, easy grin, complete with deep dimples. “Thanks. Taking over the shop was our dream.”
He’d always been cute, and she knew he’d had a thing for her in high school. But he’d been too firmly in the nice guy category. And she’d been too busy spreading her legs for the most notorious assholes in school to pay him any attention.
She’d only purred for the bad boys; the rest had gotten her claws.
She was glad for it now. If she’d steamrolled him the same as the other nice guys she’d toyed with, he’d be kicking her out of his shop.
“Need your car looked at?”
“Yep,” she replied, trying to sound unconcerned. “The engine light popped on, and it’s smoking a little. Can you look at it today?”
“Sure. No worries.”
He grabbed her keys and knocked on the window separating the garage. Ronny straightened from the car and caught the keys Jake tossed to him.
“Thanks.” She infused her smile with a hint of shyness, testing his response.
Jake’s answering grin was about twenty degrees warmer than the last one. His eyes swept over her, lingering on her lips.
Had his smile always been that panty-dropping? If her car hadn’t been out front bleeding coolant like a gunshot victim, she might drop hers, too.
She could use a good fuck, or three.
But the fear how of much it would cost to get her car running had her so stiff with tension that her back ached. No matter how much it was, it would be too fucking much. Just the money from today’s missed shift already hurt.
If she had to call in for any more shifts, she wouldn’t even make rent.
She chewed her lip. “Old Wilkins did some work on my car before. Maybe some of it is still under warranty?”
Jake looked her up in the computer, paging through several screens before he winced and shook his head. “The old man wasn’t great at keeping records. Did a lot of work off the books, too. We added his notes to the system a few months ago, and it didn’t even add up to half the repairs we remembered taking.”
Jake must have seen the panic on her face, because he stepped around the counter and led her over to the small couch in the corner.
“Don’t worry, Lacey. Ronny will be back in about twenty, and we’ll sort it out.”
Shenoddedabsentlyas he picked up the remote for the little TV mounted on the wall. He tsked when it didn’t respond, then stretched up to manually cycle through the channels.
She looked over, then did a double-take as his t-shirt rode up, exposing his abs. He definitely hadn’t had those in high school. She managed to pull her eyes higher, only to get lost in the way the muscles in his forearms and biceps flexed.
She dropped her gaze when he straightened and turned around, but not fast enough, based on the knowing smirk and the sparkle in his eyes as he flopped into the chair beside her.
Fuck, he smelled good, too. She tried to inhale a little more deeply without making it obvious.
He slouched in his seat as he watched the commercials drone on, propping one leg up on the coffee table stacked with magazines.
She dragged her eyes away from his widely spread legs in faded, oil-stained jeans. Saliva rushed into her mouth as she imagined climbing into his lap.
