HisDrivenDomme_promo 6What is your name? Do you have a nickname?

Jesse Terrence Noble. My friends call me Jesse. Subs call me Sir or Master J.

Who is your best friend? What kinds of things do you do when you’re together?

In my line of work, it’s hard to distinguish who is your friend and who just wants to hang around you to steal a bit of the limelight for themselves. I’m friends with a select group of the Masters and Doms at the Dungeon Fantasy Club, but I wouldn’t classify anyone as my best friend. I do have my best bud from high school, Jake back home in Shreveport, Louisiana. Until recently, we’d rarely had the chance to talk with my racing schedule.

If you have a family, how do you get along with them? If you don’t, are there people in your life that you consider family? How do you get along with them?

My parents are great. Mom is about as southern a woman as they come; nothing but gentile etiquette from Grace Noble. Dad, well, Phillip Noble is a staid and stuffy businessman who never really understood my passion for racing but we get along well enough. I have two younger sisters, Becca and Eliza, who are the lights of my life. I don’t get to see them much, but I couldn’t imagine my life without them.

Do you have a birthmark? Scars? Where is it/are they? How did you get it/them?

No birthmarks to speak of or tattoos for that matter. As for scars, all of mine are internal. Sometimes things happen that changes the very foundation of who you are and that no amount of time or distance can heal. It becomes this line of demarcation in your life where you begin to understand the person you were no longer exists and the things that once brought you joy you have outgrown.

When you’re angry, what do you do? Where do you go? How do you deal with your anger?

For me, the best way to disperse my anger in on the track. Put me in the driver’s seat and it’s smooth sailing.

If you had to make me a meal right now, without going to the store, what would you find in your refrigerator to feed us?

Me, cook? You’ve got to be kidding. Oh, I can make a mean omelet and know how to fry up a pound of bacon, but with my life and travel schedule, I eat out more often than not and on the go mainly. You might find some bananas and a six pack of beer when I’m at my place in Monaco, but other than that, nada.

What’s the one thing you’re afraid of losing?

I already lost it.

What makes you laugh out loud?

I’m a big fan of old Bruce Lee style Kung Fu movies, which tend to crack me up like nothing else.

Has anyone broken your heart? Who was s/he?

I broke my own heart with my stupidity. I’m not sure you can come back from that.

What’s the one thing you want out of life that you don’t think you can have? Why can’t you have it?

More than anything, I want to feel alive again. I’d like a woman to want me because of me, not be attracted to me because of the fame monster of my career. Maybe even love me in spite of my career. But I’m realistic and more jaded than that, women look at me and see dollar signs and a chance to shine in the light.

 

His Driven Domme

HisDrivenDomme_150x225Jesse Noble loves fast cars and even faster women. A professional race car driver, he’s used to being in the driver’s seat, until a devastating loss on the track forces him to walk away from the only life he’s ever known. After months of rehab and soul-sucking depression, Jesse heads to his friend’s place in Scotland, thinking a month or two of indulging in the fleshy delights of the Dungeon Fantasy Club will help him maneuver the road to recovery better than any painkillers.

Lucy Martin is the mistress and commander of her world. Labeled an ‘Ice Queen’ by her co-workers, she hides her tender and passionate heart from the world, even as she hopes to one day find a man who will help soothe her shattered heart. Now her best friend Zoey, the only person on the planet Lucy can confide in, has gone AWOL and left the country for some Scottish laird. On a mission to rescue her BFF, Lucy travels to Mulladoch Manor and has her world turned on its axis; finding herself in an exclusive BDSM club where she feels right at home.

When the dominant Jesse spies the luscious Lucy sporting four-inch stilettos and leather in the Dungeon Fantasy Club, he surrenders to a night of mind-blowing ecstasy, her caresses somehow driving away every one of his inner demons with supreme skill. In the race of his life, Jesse moves out of the driver’s seat and willingly becomes her passenger – if only she’ll continue tying him up and paddling his bare ass into the most erotically charged, world altering orgasms he’s ever experienced.

When their past secrets are revealed, Jesse will have to convince Lucy to enter the fast lane with him – and prove that he’s willing to submit to all of his Domme’s utmost desires. Can he make the ultimate sacrifice and give up control – for love?

Publisher’s Note: While this is the fourth installment of Anya Summer’s Dungeon Fantasy Club series, like all the books in the series, it can be read as a standalone. It contains explicit sexual themes including anal play and BDSM elements, as well as femdom scenes. If such material offends you, please do not purchase.