Romance in the Limelight:   Winning Cait

My guest today is romance author, Zoë Mullins, who hails from Canada. Her most recent release is Winning Cait, a contemporary romance in her St. Augustin series. It is a second-chance story in which the heroine must come to terms with the man she left behind and decide whether or not she wants to build a new life with him. But beware, this is a story for adults only. As the blurb for this story states, there are " . . . no closed bedroom doors (or other rooms) here!"

Winning Cait in the limelight . . .

Sepia-toned atmospheric photo of a couple embracing, the man's bare back toward the viewer.

Winning Cait Blurb

After more than a decade, Cait returns home to St. Augustin and the Dom she left behind. A pampered sub, now widowed, Cait has had to adjust to making decisions for herself for the first time in years. With some help from her friends, she’s been able to begin the business she always wanted.

Then Jackson walks into her studio and it’s as if their years apart never happened. As if she hadn’t left him for his best friend. Their intense chemistry is still there, but she’s already balancing running a new business and making ends meet. Does she have room in her life for Jackson, or better yet, is she willing to relinquish her newfound control?

He’s not going to give her a choice. This time he’s determined to earn her submission, and have her back, not only as his sub, but as his wife.

Reader Advisory:   This story has graphic sexual language and scenes—no closed bedroom doors (or other rooms) here!

An adult BDSM romance from Ellora’s Cave

Winning Cait Excerpt

She didn’t need to turn around. She remembered his scent—a mix of woodsy cologne and him. She’d been expecting him since she saw him at the chamber-of-commerce meeting last week. They hadn’t spoken then, but his eyes had caught hers across the room just before she had fled.

"Cait," he said gently, and she felt her knees grow weak, her heart flutter wildly. The sound of his voice made her feel about twenty years old again. As if nothing had changed. But it had. Everything had changed.

She turned around slowly. "Jackson." She smiled pleasantly, stamping down on the butterflies that had freed themselves in her stomach. "How have you been?"

Really? She scolded herself. You don’t see him in more than ten years and that’s what comes out of your mouth. She dug her fingernails into her palm. Don’t lose your cool now. Don’t you dare run into his arms.

He smiled indulgently at her. The tiny laugh lines around his grass-green eyes crinkling with his smile.

Those were strong butterflies dancing in her belly. She took a deep breath, noticing he was the same as when she’d left.

Okay, not the same, but not changed. Sure his dark hair had a healthy dose of silver, but he still exuded a self-assured calm. Like he knew who he was and where he belonged. That he was used to manual labor was evident in the strong, lean body. His arms were thick with muscle, and his shoulders were broad and hard. As if he can carry the weight of the world’s problems—or at least the weight of mine, she thought.

"I’ve been well," he said finally.

"Good." She pulled her sweater tight around her. "I heard things were good."

He ran a hand over his face. "I was so sorry about Logan."

Cait nodded. She knew Jackson and her late husband had remained colleagues, if not friends. "Thank you for the flowers you sent to the funeral."

"I wish I could have made it there myself." He had been out of the country, but upon reflection, he thought that was probably for the best. It would have been awkward for her. For both of them.

He cleared his throat and began looking around the studio. "This space turned out very nicely," he complimented. "It is good to see it put to good use."

She smiled, feeling oddly proud to have him approve of the yoga studio. "We were lucky to get the space. Sophie found it for rent and helped handle the renovations while I was finishing my certification." She looked at the small yoga studio that opened through patio doors at the back, onto the beach. "It’s something I’ve always dreamed of doing."

Logan had made sure she finished college, but after that he hadn’t wanted her to work. He thought taking care of him as he nurtured his career was a big enough job, and she could honestly say that most days it was.

She shrugged that thought away and focused on the space. She felt herself going into business owner mode as she gave him the nickel tour.

"From the practice studio the windows open up to the deck that overlooks the beach." She walked him through into the brightly painted blue studio. The trim was white and the floors were white washed. "I wanted the room to remind me of the beach, even in winter." She explained. "In the winter, we can practice inside, but when the weather is good we can either throw open the sliding doors and let the outside in, or actually go out onto the deck."

"There’s a nice piece of beach here too," he noted.

"We’ll see if we have anyone brave enough to join us on the beach. I think it may only be Sophie and me." She led him back through the studio. "We have two change rooms with bathroom and showers, and then the little boutique up here at the front."

"I wasn’t sure you had kept up with yoga over the years." He laughed gently and touched her shoulder. It was a comfortable movement. His hand paused only a moment before sliding down her arm. He backed away. "I’m glad that didn’t change."

"I suppose some things never change." Like how you can throw me for a loop with the lightest touch. His tone was calm, comforting, but she could feel the heat in eyes.

"I still scare you."

"No, you don’t." She shook her head. In truth, he terrified her, but she wouldn’t let him know it. She knew he didn’t believe her, but he nodded and graced her with another of those killer smiles.

"Good." He walked back toward the reception desk. "Then we can have dinner."


"Yes. You know, that meal people eat after work and before watching Law and Order."

"You don’t watch Law and Order." She laughed, remembering his fondness for comedies, not police dramas. Big Bang Theory was more his style.

"You’re right, I don’t." He smiled. "But I do eat dinner."

"Oh." Her voice hitched. "Yes, we could do that." Surely there was nothing wrong with a nice public dinner sometime. Maybe in a few months, she thought, once the studio gets off its feet.

"I’ll pick you up at eight then?"

She shook her head. "Wha-huh?" Real mature there, Cait, she scolded herself.

"Tonight. Seven-thirty at your house. I’ll pick you up. Class is over at seven." He was already walking to the front door. "That will give you enough time to get ready after your last class, right?"

She didn’t know what to say. It was too soon. "Okay. Yes." No, not yes. Say no, say no! "That’ll be fine."

He turned back, halfway through the door. "And I still love the way you look in green." He winked before closing the door and walking away.

Caitlin looked down and saw she was wearing a moss-green infinity scarf. His favorite color.

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About the Author

The only reason Zoë learned to type in high school was so she could write even faster. A prolific writer, even in elementary school, she was jotting down poems and stories whenever she had the chance — usually during math class. After years of working in corporate communications, Zoë decided to refocus on the kind of writing she loved — hot romances with strong, independent heroines. Zoë and her husband of nearly 20 years (yes they did marry in elementary school, thank you for thinking so) live in Atlantic Canada with their fur-family (two dogs at this time). When not at her desk or with her laptop in the gazebo, you can find her at her favorite yoga studio, camping by the lake or renovating their money-pit of a house.

Zoë loves to hear from her readers. You can contact Zoë by email, Facebook or Twitter. If you want to get more insights into the characters you’ve read about, or get a sneak peak at what’s ahead, check out her Pinterest page!

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