“Because I want my woman to unravel. To give up and give in. To give it all to me. Everything. Her mind, her body, and soul, is mine in that moment. Submission becomes more than a word. It’s her lifeline that’s tied to me."

"Relax, rope is my paint brush..."

As a knotting expert, Gunn is the logical Dom to represent the club in the all-important bondage competition. He thought he had the sub he needed as partner, until she quit on him. Now he has to find an ideal replacement immediately.

Bailey wants the perfect bikini bod to capture the affections of her monumental crush. After a few margaritas, which prompted some sketchy decisions, she thinks her naughty neighbor can help her shape up. Didn't a Dom equal Drill Sergeant?
Opportunity knocked saying, "Dom in need? Meet a woman on a mission."

Through Bailey's humor and Gunn's stoicism, they find a precarious balance until the scales get tipped, but not in her favor. By the time she realizes her mistake, that a Dom is anything but a personal trainer, it's too late. She's literally tied up in a mess of her own making.

Now when Gunn's previous partner returns and she's looking to make amends, Bailey must decide between the dream guy she's always wanted, and the guy she's always dreamed of, but thought she could never have...