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    The Dom's Dilemma
    The Dom's Dilemma
    The Dom's Dilemma
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    The Dom's Dilemma

    By Raven McAllan

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    Dommissimma, 5

    What are two Doms to do when their daughter wants to experience the lifestyle? Set her up with a sadist, of course.

    Claudio Martakis is the best at what he does, and he will get her to see sense. What happens however when Seonagh finds a sadist is just who she is looking for?

    Will there be a happy ever after—or Dom wars at dawn?

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherEvernight Publishing
    Release dateMar 21, 2015
    ISBN9781772332797
    The Dom's Dilemma
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    Raven McAllan

    After 30 plus years in Scotland, Raven now lives near the east Yorkshire coast, with her long-suffering husband, who is used to rescuing the dinner, when she gets immersed in her writing, keeping her coffee pot warm and making sure the wine is chilled. With a new home to decorate and a garden to plan, she’s never short of things to do, but writing is always at the top of her list. Her other hobbies include walking along the coast and spotting the wildlife, reading, researching, cros stitch and trying not to drop stitches as she endeavours to knit. Being left-handed, and knitting right-handed, that’s not always easy.

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      The Dom's Dilemma - Raven McAllan

      Published by Evernight Publishing ® at Smashwords

      www.evernightpublishing.com

      Copyright© 2015 Raven McAllan

      ISBN: 978-1-77233-279-7

      Cover Artist: Sour Cherry Designs

      Editor: JS Cook

      ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

      WARNING: The unauthorized reproduction or distribution of this copyrighted work is illegal. No part of this book may be used or reproduced electronically or in print without written permission, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in reviews.

      This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, and places are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

      DEDICATION

      To the Ravor Chicks, you spur me on.

      To Doris, Tina, and Paul. You know why.

      THE DOM’S DILEMMA

      Dommissimma, 5

      Raven McAllan

      Copyright © 2015

      Chapter One

      No. Definitely not. Non, nada, nein and any other remotely no sounding word. Not on your nelly, no. Fuck, shit and buggery not on your life, no. Or in your life. Or whatever. Athol Donaldson slammed his hands on the work surface. Carrots and broccoli went everywhere. Are you crazy? What on earth did your other parents say?

      Saucer, his and Edan Murphy's daughter Seonagh's pet Dachshund and therefore the latest addition to the family, jumped in the air and caught one bit in his mouth. For a solid sausage dog, he could be agile when he wanted to.

      Daad. Shit I sound five not twenty-five. But seriously, fathers. Look dad, it's not like I want to boil bunnies or practice something weird and icky. Well I don't think so and you two sure as hell don't. It's only what you do.

      No. Have you never heard of do as I say not as I do? If not, now take it as read. And that dog is spoiled.

      Shit, dad, he is not. Seonagh barely managed not to stamp her foot. As ever the crux of the conversation was getting away from her. You dropped the food, he's just being helpful. A canine hoover.

      Athol snorted. Seonagh ignored it. Dad. Bloody hell, why not?

      Language. Swearing shows a lack…

      Of vocabulary, and imagination, I know. A bit pot kettle and black going on there eh, dad?

      Edan Murphy, Athol's husband made a sound halfway between a snoring elephant and a kettle on the boil. Athol turned to him.

      Not helpful.

      Saucer whined and twined himself around Athol's legs. Not you sweetie, them there others. Saucer woofed and leaned against Athol. As he spent a lot of the time under Athol's desk, whilst Seonagh was at work, the weight didn't seem to bother Athol one bit.

      Well? Athol went on. Are you not going to say something sensible and tell our daughter it's just not on?

      Edan held his hands in the air. Hey, don't go putting words into my mouth, love. Seonagh is old enough to make her own mind up about things.

      See? Seonagh turned to Athol. Dad says what you've both always said. I can make my mind up.

      Don't you go putting words into my mouth either, young lady. Edan waggled his finger at Seonagh. I was about to add, once she's had everything explained to her fully. So go on now tell us. What are you? Domme or sub?

      She blinked. That was going for the jugular with a vengeance.

      Oh, Edan added. And why.

      She blinked, opened her mouth, and cleared her throat. How on earth could she answer that? She had no true idea.

      The silence lengthened. Saucer looked from one to another and yipped. When no one paid him any attention, Seonagh watched him go and sit on his blanket next to the Aga. Considering it wasn't his home, he certainly had all the comforts of one. She wished she could join him. The atmosphere was decidedly chilly.

      Exactly. Athol said as the silence stretched to an uncomfortable length. He sounded more than triumphant. You have no idea. See, I told you. No.

      That is where you're wrong. Excuse me. Seonagh put her hand on his arm, moved him to one side of the vegetables he was preparing, and ignored his indrawn breath at her rudeness. She knew fine well it was bratty behavior, but maybe that meant she did have sub tendencies? It was something she needed to know. Dammit, why was life so complicated? A visit, to watch and learn and then…she picked up a carrot stick and crunched it.

      Sorry dads. Seonagh turned around and faced the two men who both had identical stern expressions. "Look. Let me try and explain. Shit, I mean, goodness me I need a drink. Can I be bratty, and ask for some wine?"

      Athol shook his head in mock exasperation. "As we have the pleasure of your company for

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