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Lassoed By A Dom

Lassoed By A Dom

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Lassoed By A Dom

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Jun 5, 2015


Just for an instant their gazes connect, then he s gone. Barrel racer Trish Barton wants to find that mysterious man in black who, in brief seconds, pushed all her buttons. A born submissive, she sees herself on her knees before him, bound by the lasso he'd held in his hand. Jake Keenan will never forget that one brief glimpse of the woman who set him on fire, a woman he d give anything to master. How could she have taken root in his dreams after that one brief glimpse? Then Fate throws them together and gives them the opportunity to fully explore the Dom/sub connection they crave. But Trish isn t yet ready to give up the rodeo circuit, much to Jake s dismay. How can he convince her she can both her career and a relationship with him?
Jun 5, 2015

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Desiree Holt is the USA Today bestselling author of the Game On! and Vigilance series, as well as many other books and series in the romantic suspense, paranormal and erotic romance genres. She has been featured on CBS Sunday Morning and in The Village Voice, The Daily Beast, USA Today, The (London) Daily Mail, The New Delhi Times, The Huffington Post and numerous other national and international publications. Readers can find her on Facebook and Twitter, and visit her at as well as

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Lassoed by a Dom


Desiree Holt

Book Seven of the Rawhide Series

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales, is entirely coincidental.

Lassoed by a Dom

COPYRIGHT © 2015 by Desiree Holt

All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission of the author or The Wild Rose Press, Inc. except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles or reviews.

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Cover Art by Diana Carlile

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Publishing History

First Scarlet Rose Edition, 2015

Digital ISBN 978-1-5092-0190-7

Published in the United States of America


To my late husband,

always and forever my cowboy.


Desiree Holt

"Out Of Control is a gripping thriller that kept me in intense suspense from the very start. I honestly think this is the best erotic romantic suspense that I have read."

~Romancing the Book, Out of Control

"Finding Julia is a memorable and heartrending contemporary romance that lends new meaning to the old saying love conquers all. If you are a fan of lovers reacquainted and secret-baby themes, Finding Julia is one to consider for your TBR."

~Lea Franczak, USA Today Happy Ever After Blog

This thriller grabs you from the first paragraph and doesn't let go until the satisfying ending. Espionage coupled with BDSM makes for one titillating ride. Secondary characters enhance the action and add to the suspense.

~RT Book Reviews, Do you Trust Me

Ms. Holt dazzled me with descriptions that read like lyrics to a love song. I could taste, feel, and smell everything going on around me as the story and its characters came to life.

~The Romance Reviews, Coyote Heat

Chapter One

It is just so fucking hot I can’t even think.

Trish Barton sighed, blotted her forehead on her arm, and sucked in a lungful of overheated air. With a sigh, she hung her worn Stetson on her sideview mirror, dug a scrap of elastic from her jeans pocket, and pulled her thick light brown hair back into a ponytail. She couldn’t believe how blistering hot it was in San Antonio for a February, and her clothing stuck to her as if she’d left a sauna only minutes before. She had just wiped down her horse and stabled her with fresh hay and plenty of water. She wished someone would do the same for her. Lifting the Stetson, she used it to fan herself, creating at least a little breeze.

All around her were the sights and sounds of a rodeo getting ready for opening day. The bawling of cattle, the snorting of horses, the mingled scents of animals, humans, and leather. The huge parking area behind the barns and stables was packed with pickups, horse and animal trailers, and large animal transport trucks, all jammed together in a pattern only the people driving them could decipher. And someone’s radio was blaring loud country music.

No, there was no mistaking what was going on. It was the day before the start of the annual San Antonio Stock Show and Rodeo, and there was activity in every area of the complex. This would be the fifteenth year Trish competed in barrel racing in major rodeos, and she was confident she’d rack up another win. Misty, the mare she acquired five years ago when Sampson became too old to hit the times she needed, had been taking her to one win after another, and she was sure this would be no exception.

Like a paintbrush sweeping across her field of vision, the image of a man blew into her mind. She’d only seen him once, at the rodeo in Oklahoma. She couldn’t seem to make herself look away. And seeing was probably the appropriate word because all she’d gotten was the one look at him. She was brushing Misty after the show, and he’d walked into the barn. Something had made her turn at that exact moment, and their eyes met. For a breathless second, she thought he intended to speak to her. Then a group of friends swept into the barn, crowding her. He backed away, and when she could look again, he was gone. But the incredible impact of that one quick visual contact had never left her, the image of him etched in her mind.

The most idiotic part of it was, this man, who had spent less than a minute in her life, had become the object of some very erotic dreams. No matter how much she tried to wipe away the memory, the nights when she was really tired, as soon as she closed her eyes, there he was, in his naked glory, the Master of her imagination. Sometimes when she awoke, she was sure she could still feel the chafing in her wrists from handcuffs, the pressure of knots from the rope he’d tied her with, or a soreness on the cheeks of her ass from his punishment. How crazy was that?

Smiling to herself she wondered if she could run an ad in the paper. Wanted: man in plaid shirt and blue jeans who almost got to talk to me.

Dumb, Trish. Really dumb.

Getting to this point in her rodeo career hadn’t been easy. Ever since her first contest in high school, she had worked hard and sacrificed a lot. But she’d had a single-minded purpose and the support of her family. Now, she nearly had it all. She was favored to win the title at the Nationals for the third time in a row, validating all she’d accomplished, and her family would be there to cheer her on. So, why was it she suddenly felt unsettled? Out of sync? As if there was a hole in her life she’d just stepped into?

Maybe it was the fact that the Doms she spent time with at the private clubs near each stop lately weren’t answering her needs. Up to this point, that was all she’d wanted or needed. For the first time since she’d discovered her submissive nature and her needs, everything was suddenly a little off the mark. Or it might be the two weeks she’d just spent hanging out at her friend CeCe’s ranch, taking a break from the circuit. Sitting on the wide porch, drinking iced tea and looking back on things, she’d begun to wonder if there was more to life than training and competing and taking her pleasure in small doses when she could.

She’d never worried about it before, never given a thought to having a man in her life for anything more than the here and now. But the reaching of her thirty-fifth birthday had made her stop, think, and take a good long look at who, what, and where she was. Was a man what she was missing? She hoped not because fixing that wouldn’t be as easy as it sounded. For one thing, she’d seen too many women on the circuit meet a man, fall for him, and then suddenly they were out of competition, giving up an exciting career. Why would they give up what they’d worked so hard for just because some man came along? Didn’t they have regrets? Even for a moment?

She wanted one that wouldn’t try to put a halter on her except when—

Hope you’re ready for the reality that this is your last year to take it all.

She knew that snarky voice all too well. Pain-in-the-ass Lily Kirklin. When Trish turned to face the tall redhead with her usual seven layers of makeup, she made sure to have a smile on her face.

Well, hello, Lily. Nice to see you, too. She leaned against her truck, arms folded casually across her chest.

After this show, the circuit will be done with trash like you. Lily’s glance flicked over her. Then whatever will you do with that used up body of yours and your second class horse.

Trish forced herself to keep smiling. No way was she ever going to give this jealous bitch the satisfaction of getting to her. The battle just got worse every year at every event, when Lily continued to come in second or even third. I guess if that happens, I’ll be calling you for tips.

Get over it, Trish. Donna Lamson, Lily’s best friend glared at her. We all know that if you didn’t give the judges on the hand-timed events a little something extra, Lily would be hauling all those trophies and that cash home instead of you.

Pure anger shot through Trish, raising her body temperature even more. She bit down on her back teeth to keep herself under control. The two women had been making it a steady habit to bait her for the past couple of years. Letting them get to her was the worst thing she could do, but it was really getting old hat. Most competitors on the circuit had a healthy respect for each other, men and women, but these two apparently fell out of a barrel of crap.

She was working on something to say when a musical voice interrupted her.

Morning, ladies. Liz Wright, owner of the Lucky L Ranch, looking fresh in a tank top and jeans with her strawberry blonde hair tucked behind her ears, came around the front of her truck. She looked at everyone and grinned. Trish, can I steal you from your friends here?

Lily’s mouth curved into a phony smile, and she held out her hand.

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