I had no intention of being at the club tonight. The only thing I want after a six month long business trip is to spend about a week in my own bed. But all that changes when I lay eyes on the new girl at Wyld. The curvy redhead is standing on stage, a prize ready to be awarded to one lucky man, and just like that, I know I'd move heaven and earth for a chance to win her.

Becoming a submissive isn't at all like I thought it would be. The exciting, naughty fun I imagined only seems to exist in romance novels. Instead of a Dom who satisfies my every need, I find myself tied to a man who prefers to dole out a whole lot of pain with little of the pleasure I crave. When he takes things a step too far, entering me in Club Wyld's infamous submissive lottery without my permission, I can't help but think this life might not be for me after all.

Until I see which man is holding the winning ticket.