Read Ebook {PDF EPUB} Velvet Submission by Violet Summers Velvet Submission. Published by Liquid Silver Books, imprint of Atlantic Bridge Publishing, 10509 Sedgegrass Dr, Indianapolis, Indiana 46235. Copyright © 2010, Violet Summers. All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, recording or otherwise, without the prior written permission of the author. Manufactured in the United States of America. Liquid Silver Books. This is a work of fiction. The characters, incidents and dialogues in this book are of the author’s imagination and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual events or persons, living or dead, is completely coincidental. Gregori learned all about pain and submission in Communist Russia, but it wasn't until he came to America that he was able to make sense of those lessons. Now he's learned to take the pain and make it the source of his strength, and he's looking for the Domme who can command his soul as well as his body. Megan sees D/s as a power play; for her it's not about sex, it's all about control. She's not the Domme for Gregori, she knows it. So why can't she walk away from the sexy Russian? Because all she wants is Gregori's Velvet Submission. Friday, October 31st. Gregori Lavinkia stood at the top of the stairs looking over the semi-private second floor dance space, and wished the night would end. Normally he loved his job as security at the very exclusive, very exotic club, Velvet Ice, but it had been a bitch of a week, and Halloween brought out the psychos. He really couldn't complain, though. A long week in Royal Oak, Michigan was nothing compared to the long weeks in St. Petersburg, where he'd lived until his twelfth birthday. And while Velvet Ice's Halloween psychos were annoying, they weren't dangerous. It was a distinction he'd learned early to appreciate. Gregori was pulled from his self-indulgent musings by the appearance of a goddess. Tall and voluptuous, the golden-haired vision was making her way up the spiral staircase as if she owned the place. Something in her stance, her confident walk, sent a tingle up Gregori's spine. Something in her determined expression sent a warning flag up in his brain. He swept an assessing gaze over the writhing dance floor and caught sight of a lone she-devil, looking more overwhelmed than excited. A quick glance at the staircase opposite his revealed a sexy little slip of vampire who looked bent on trouble. Gregori smiled to himself. He'd been warned about Jenner's "Terrible Trio." They were legendary at the club. Led by Celia Jenner, the younger sister of club regular Dorian Jenner, the three had staged a two-year siege on the club and sent Brady Ryder, his boss and part owner of the club, into a homicidal state of mind that hadn't abated in the entire year Gregori had worked at Velvet Ice. Ryder had made it more than clear that these three ladies were not by any means to be allowed past the front door. Somehow though, in spite of her under-age status, the ingenuous Ms. Jenner managed to infiltrate the first floor on an almost weekly basis, and she and her cohorts showed up on the second floor far more often than was acceptable. The vibe this one sent off didn't feel under-age or innocent in the least. In fact, golden hair and ivory skin aside, something in the big blue gaze currently locked on him like a heat-seeking missile practically demanded he drop to his knees and beg to serve at her feet. Those candy-pink lips curved and her brow arched challengingly, and Gregori couldn't help wondering if she wanted to master him as much as he wanted to be mastered. Unfortunately, he was here to work, not to play, and even if he weren't, he didn't play with children, no matter how appealing they might be. Shaking his head in amusement, Gregori stepped forward to send his young goddess on her way. "Aphrodite, I presume." Megan Jamison felt that deep, accented voice shiver down her spine with a heady thrill that spoke to