Rachel Haimowitz & Cat Grant - [Power Play 1]

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Power Play: Resistance

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Give me six months, and I’ll give you the world.

Brandon McKinney has scraped and sacrificed for what little in life he’s ever

had. Though it’s been fifteen years since he escaped his father’s abuse, the

damage remains. Trust seems as far out of reach as his dream of becoming an

architect, and though he’s come to accept being gay, he can’t deny the shame

and confusion he feels at other urges—the deeply repressed desire to submit.

Jonathan Watkins is a self-made Silicon Valley billionaire whose ex-wife took

half his money and even more of his faith. Comfortable as a Dominant but

wary of being hurt again, he resorts to anonymous pickups and occasional six-

month contracts with subs seeking only a master, not a lover.

When a sizzling back-alley encounter cues Jonathan in to Brandon’s deep-

seated submissive side, he makes the man an offer: Give me six months of

your life, and I’ll open your eyes to a whole new world. Brandon doesn’t care

about that; all he wants is the three million dol ars Jonathan’s offering so he

can buy the construction company he works for. But he soon learns that six

months on his knees is no easy feat, and shame and pride may keep him from

all he ever wanted—and all he never dreamed he had any right to have.

For everyone who’s ever felt shame at their desires.

Don’t. Be proud; you are perfect the way you are.

Chapter 1 . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

Chapter 2 . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 18

Chapter 3 . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 30

Chapter 4 . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 34

Chapter 5 . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 43

Chapter 6 . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 51

Chapter 7 . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 55

Chapter 8 . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 67

Chapter 9 . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 98

Chapter 10 . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 106

Chapter 11 . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 123

Chapter 12 . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 139

Chapter 13 . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 153

Chapter 14 . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 169

Chapter 15 . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 178

Chapter 16 . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 192

Chapter 17 . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 214

Chapter 18 . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 224

Chapter 19 . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 236

Chapter 20 . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 244

Chapter 21 . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 257

CHAPTER
1

ognac, please.”

Bran looked up from his beer at the preppy little moron who’d

just sat down beside him.
Fucking tourists.

Jian Li blinked twice and went back to cleaning glasses behind

the bar.

The moron cleared his throat. “Pardon me? Sir?”

Jian Li kept ignoring him. Tourists tipped for shit anyway. Bran

took a sip of his beer—warm like the Chinese always drank it;

wouldn’t that throw Mr. Tourist for a loop—and decided to take pity

on the man.

He was kind of cute, after al .

Bran planted his elbows on the bar and raised an eyebrow at the

guy. “Lost?” he asked.

Mr. Tourist blinked at him like he hadn’t already checked

Bran out—though he obviously had, else why invade his space at

an otherwise empty bar—and flashed him a bright smile. “Not

anymore.”

Strange diction. Not quite New England, not quite old England.

Certainly not California. The tourist cast his eyes about the crowded

room, and Bran could see the exact moment when he registered the

lack of white faces in the bar. “No cognac, then?”

Bran chuffed into his beer. “Don’t get a whole lot of call for it in

this place. Jian Li,” he said, raising his hand to catch the bartender’s

attention. “A beer for the
Gweilo
, please.” Jian Li gave him a small

nod and an even smaller smirk, and Mr. Tourist turned to him with

a quizzical glance. “That’s what everybody here calls me,” Bran said

with a shrug. “Beer’s warm, by the way.”

Jian Li placed a mug in front of Mr. Tourist with a curt nod.

Mr. Tourist took a sip and tried very hard not to grimace. Bran

stifled a snort.

“Yes, well . . . much obliged. Next round’s on me.”

This time Bran didn’t bother hiding his amusement. “Who says

there’s gonna be a next round?” He drained what was left in his mug,

then nodded at Mr. Tourist’s. “Since it looks like you’re not gonna

drink that . . .” Bran scooped it up and saluted him with it. “Thanks,

pal.” Then he nodded at Jian Li, got up, and sauntered over to the

nearest table.

He felt Mr. Tourist’s gaze burning a hole in the seat of his jeans