Nurturing Britney Surrender, Book Seven Becca Jameson Copyright © 2021 by Becca Jameson Cover Artist: Scott Carpenter All characters and events in this book are fictitious. And resemblance to actual persons living or dead is strictly coincidental. All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review. Created with Vellum Contents Newsletter Acknowledgments About the Book Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19 Chapter 20 Chapter 21 Chapter 22 Chapter 23 Chapter 24 Chapter 25 Chapter 26 Chapter 27 Chapter 28 Chapter 29 Chapter 30 Chapter 31 Chapter 32 Chapter 33 Chapter 34 Chapter 35 Epilogue Author’s Note Also by Becca Jameson About the Author Join my newsletter to stay up to date on all things Becca Jameson! Becca’s Newsletter Sign-up Acknowledgments Once again I have to thank the people who spent so much time helping me brainstorm so that the framework of this plot could unravel! Susan, Rebecca, Elle—you guys are the best! And to all the fans of this series who are enjoying it and indulging me as I explore this new genre, I love you all! About the Book Britney I’m a stripper by night while I live plain and under the radar by day. A gal has to do whatever’s necessary to make ends meet. My boss has maintained a hands-off policy for me, but now I know why. I’ve been sold. My innocent looks. My petite frame. My virginity. I’m a commodity. I’m on the run. I’m used to living a tough life. I’ve done it since I was born. When Davis takes me in, he offers protection, solace, relief. He offers a chance to experience the things I missed out on. He offers to be my Daddy Dom. I’m his little now. I’ve never been happier. But my boss is looking for me. He’ll stop at nothing to find me. Even if I could escape that fact, how long can I find comfort in being Daddy’s little girl? Davis I left the military and moved to Seattle to join my buddies at Black Blade Protection. I left behind my little. We were growing apart. We wanted different things. I spend my days and nights protecting people. Providing security. I’m not prepared to be knocked on my ass by a sprite of a woman who can’t meet my gaze. She’s the entire package—cute and sexy with big blue eyes and hair down to her butt. She needs my help, but it’s impossible to ignore her tendencies as a little. She’s vulnerable and alone. Nightmares yank her out of her sleep. She’s also precious and gracious and has me wrapped around her finger. I should keep my hands to myself. She doesn’t know about my world. The choice is ultimately hers, but first I have to destroy her buyer and end the threat to her life. Chapter 1 Master Davis When I arrive at Safe Harbor Animal Shelter at seven in the morning, I’m surprised to find an unknown car in the parking lot. I’m expecting to see Charles’s truck because he’s the night manager who’s going to let me in, but there’s also another car—an older model Buick. Sky blue. It’s seen better days. It’s in my nature to investigate, so I shuffle toward the car. I can’t imagine why. What will I gain from getting a closer look? The most likely scenario is that someone who came to the shelter yesterday looking to adopt a pet couldn’t get their car started and had to leave it behind. My breath catches in my throat and I stop dead in my tracks the moment I reach the driver’s side. It’s not abandoned. Someone is currently in it. Asleep in the driver’s seat. It’s a woman, or maybe a girl? She looks awfully young, but maybe that’s just because she’s not wearing any makeup and she’s curled onto her side with her hands under her cheek. She has incredibly long hair that is draped all around her and falling over the center console. Her skin is unblemished and tanned. She looks peaceful, and I hate to wake her, but I need to know why she’s here. The thought of someone sleeping in their car pulls at my heartstrings. It’s possible she’s homeless and chose this parking lot to get some rest. I hope she’s not a runaway or in trouble with the law. I tap gently on the window, not wanting to startle her. My attempt is in vain, however, because she instantly bolts upright, huge blue eyes wide and staring up at me. Her mouth falls open at the same time to reveal perfect white teeth. Her full lips catch my attention when she runs her tongue along the bottom one. I swipe a hand down my face. I should not be attracted to this girl. I don’t even know how old she is. Something in her eyes tells me she has lived some rough years though. Something mistrustful. A combination of innocence and suspicion. She sits upright, brushing her hair over her shoulders, her gaze on mine. When she reaches for the door handle, she hesitates. Good girl. I’d be worried if this woman readily opened her door to me—a stranger. I set my hand on the roof of her car and meet her gaze. “Do you need some help?” The thought of this woman/girl possibly in trouble or without a home makes my chest tighten. She shakes her head. “No. I work here. I’m just…early.” I frown. “You work here? At the shelter?” Our voices are raised to hear each other through the glass. She swallows and glances around. “Yes.” She finally lifts her phone and looks at the time, cringing. “Shit,” she mutters loud enough for me to hear. “Sorry to wake you. I saw the car and thought maybe it wouldn’t start or something. I’m meeting Cindy here to update the alarm system. Why don’t you come inside?” I don’t know why I’ve suggested such a thing, but I hate the
