A Louisiana fireman, Clay St. Martin liked his hoses bound tight and his women bound tighter. He'd not had a traditional relationship in years and was positive he'd found the answer to all his needs and desires: The Hoodoo Pot-Baton Rouge's elite members only sex and bondage club. Eve Ivey had escaped the clutches of her evil ex, but still she constantly looked over her shoulder. That is, until she met Clay. At six feet five, he was a king among men. She'd certainly like to be his queen. He'd rescued her from a hurricane's lashing winds and rising water, but his first mistake was in bringing her home. Yet she'd had nowhere to go. A bigger mistake would have been not going back for her. And now neither of them wanted her to leave. The only thing to do was let the storm rage outside while they focused on the personal storm raging between their bodies. A storm that was advancing on their hearts.