Snow Bound
Hannah Murray

Grant is just looking for some rest and home cooking—he didn’t know his mom had rented out her house and fled to sunnier shores. Layering shock on top of surprise, the woman renting it is Anna, the submissive who vanished from the Chicago BDSM club he belongs to last summer before he could make good on the scene they’d planned.
She’s mad because she thinks he ghosted her. He’s mad because she won’t let him explain. What else are they going to do but hate-bang it out on top of the kitchen island?
Sex with Grant was everything Anna had known it would be: exciting, more than a little wild, and wholly satisfying. But it wasn’t a scene, and it’s a scene she craves. After a year and a half, she doesn’t want to wait any longer—and neither does he.
But one scene isn’t nearly enough—for either of them. So they decide that for the next two weeks, while they’re cut off from the rest of the world, they’ll live as Dom and sub. She’ll be under his control, at his beck and call. His.
They can do this without catching feelings. Right?