Commitment to Desire: Spicy Age-Gap Lesbian Romance (Paperback)

A castle wedding, a mysterious chef with a hidden past, and a notorious player who may have finally met her match - what could possibly go wrong? As Victoria and Abby scramble to salvage their wedding plans, their friend Bo finds herself increasingly drawn to their talented but guarded young chef Destinee. Filled with humour, heart, and heat, this romantic tale proves that sometimes the best love stories begin with chaos.

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Pages : 302
ISBN : 9614622000136
Weight : 293g
Dimensions : 127 x 17 x 203 mm

A castle wedding. A player who's finally met her match. And a chemistry that defies all the rules.
When Victoria and Abby's wedding venue collapses two weeks before their big day, notorious player Bo McKinnon offers up her family's Scottish castle as the perfect solution. What she doesn't expect is to find herself irresistibly drawn to their talented but mysterious young chef, Destinee.
Despite their age gap and different worlds, the electricity between them is undeniable. Bo, with her wealth and reputation for loving and leaving, finds herself disarmed by Destinee's raw talent and uncompromising spirit. But Destinee has secrets of her own, and letting someone in isn't part of her carefully guarded plan.
As wedding preparations unfold in the secluded castle, desires ignite and relationships are tested. When hidden truths emerge and hearts are laid bare, both women must decide if they're brave enough to risk everything for a chance at real love.
Set against the backdrop of a steamy Scottish summer, this high-heat romance features age-gap attraction, intense BDSM exploration, a rich-girl/working-class love story, and the healing power of found family. With explicit content and emotional depth, "Commitment to Desire" proves that sometimes the greatest risk isn't in taking chances, but in being afraid to take them at all.
This scorching addition to the Awakening of Desire series can be read as a standalone novel, but connects to the wider world and beloved characters readers have come to adore.

- Age-Gap Romance
- BDSM/Kink
- Player Falls Hard
- Rich/Poor
- Found Family
- Wedding Romance
- Spicy!

The Land Rover Defender skidded around the corner on two wheels, and Abby tightened her grip on the grab handle in an attempt to stop herself ending up on Alison's knee. With a jolt, the seat belt locked into place, burning where it now sawed against the flesh of her collarbone.
'Over there.' Abby pointed to a single forlorn piece of tarmac in an otherwise full car park. It was then they both spotted the grey Tesla as it emerged around the opposite corner. It seemed both drivers had spotted the empty space.
'Don't you bloody dare!' Abby's eyes narrowed, glancing towards Alison.
The battle had commenced.
'Hang on,' Alison screamed, accelerating fast, then almost level with the precious real estate, she yanked on the handbrake, tugged the steering wheel sharply to the left, and slid into the empty space, giving a triumphant holler, and raising her hand for a high five. Abby tried to reciprocate even though she'd managed to pin herself to the passenger seat like a lobster in a Tesco's Finest Christmas box. Alison's manoeuvring had been magnificent, worthy of a stuntwoman. It was just a shame neither of them could open their doors.
'Climb over the seats and we can get out the tailgate.' Alison had started becoming much more authoritative.
The two of them clambered over, pushing past the other, and made their exit unceremoniously out of the arse of the Defender, all the while smiling at the gesticulating Tesla driver who appeared to be on the verge of a stroke. Gloating, Abby slammed the tailgate shut and ran after Alison who was already striding at pace towards the arrivals hall. They were late. They would have arrived twenty minutes earlier if it hadn't been for a convoy of combine harvesters making their way into the Royal Highland Showground. Bo's flight was landing at exactly eleven, and it was now eleven twenty-three.
'It's fine,' Abby said, finally catching up with Alison. 'It'll take ages to come through baggage. We'll most likely still be standing around for another ten minutes when we get inside.' But as soon as they checked the arrivals board, they realised the flight from Qatar had not arrived at eleven as scheduled, but at ten fifteen. Bo McKinnon had been on Scottish soil for over an hour, unsupervised.
'Shit, don't say we've missed her.' Alison's head swept from one side to the other, scanning the terminal for any sign of the woman.
'Remind me what she looks like?' asked Abby, who to this point had only seen photographs of Victoria's best woman.
'Five-foot-eight, really dark eyes, olive skin, and eyebrows to die for,' Alison said, as though good eyebrows maketh the woman.
'I can't see anybody that fits that description,' said Abby, seeing only a sea of red and orange wobbling flesh emerging from an Alicante arrival. She absently ran her middle finger over her brow, finding a sharp, rogue lash emerging where it shouldn't be. Not what you needed when you were about to meet the brow queen.
They parted ways, Alison scouting WH Smith and Boots, whilst Abby checked the toilets, finding several questionable sights, but none that matched Alison's description of Bo.
'Anything?' Alison asked as they met back up in front of the arrivals exit.
'Nope. Do you think she might have already left?'
Alison shook her head. 'I don't know. I tried to call Victoria but it's engaged.'
Abby shrugged. It was hardly surprising Victoria hadn't answered the call given the bombshell that had landed in the middle of their wedding preparations that morning. It was less than two weeks until they were to be married and the venue, the five-star Manor Park Estate, had gone bust. 'Closing with immediate effect and cancelling all bookings' was what they had told Victoria when they had rung a couple of hours ago. The air had been thick with expletives when she came off the call, but truth be told, Abby didn't care where they got married. They could get hitched in a car park for all she cared, just as long as she got to call Victoria her wife.
'Stay here,' Alison told her, disappearing off towards departures.
Abby stood, scanning faces.
'Could passenger Boadicea McKinnon please make her way to the information point? Your welcome ride awaits.'
Twirling around, she spotted the huge 'i' for information, and a space beneath, void of people. This was getting ridiculous, they had searched everywhere but to no avail, and neither of them wanted to return minus a best woman. Abby's phone vibrated in her pocket. She took it out to find a message from Victoria, whose day didn't appear to be getting any better.
'If Bo is there, pick her up. If she isn't, leave. She's probably hooked up with the cabin crew.'
Abby looked to Alison, who appeared by her side. 'Does Bo go for pilots or stewardesses?' she asked.
'All of the above—and in one sitting.' Alison strode off in the direction of the one place they hadn't dared to check yet: the customs exit point where they had expected to see Bo appear. Abby gasped as Alison ignored the no entry signs, marching straight through, running to catch up, and glancing over her shoulder to make sure no one was watching.
'Are you sure this is okay?' Abby asked. She wasn't a natural rule breaker.
'Have you got a better idea?' Alison raised her eyebrows, but Abby was all out of alternatives. 'Didn't think so.'
'Can I help you?' The voice seemed to come from nowhere, making them both grab at their chests, then each other.
'Jeez, that's three years off my life I'll never get back,' Alison murmured under her breath before turning to the well-built customs officer whose attention was squared on them. 'We're looking for a passenger. She was due to arrive on the Qatar flight, but we can't find her.' Alison scanned the now deserted area.
He glowered at them. 'I have to ask you to—'
'Bo!' exclaimed Alison as a small door opened at the far end of the hall.
With one of the most stunning smiles Abby had ever seen, Bo McKinnon strode out to greet them. She was confidence on a stick.