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  Suncoast Society

  Two Against Nature

  Holly’s severe, chronic pain from her fibromyalgia isn’t merely physical, it is emotional, too. Her brother, Louis, sits in jail, wrongly convicted of their mother’s murder. Nothing will stop Holly’s efforts to get his sentence overturned. She has put her life on hold to make it happen.

  Walt has avoided the fact that he has insulated himself from moving forward because he still holds a torch for his ex, Kimbra. When he meets Holly, he knows he can help her in more ways than one—Kimbra is an attorney, and a friend. Walt is also a heavy sadist who wants to show Holly how the good kinds of pain can help her overcome the bad.

  While work commences to free Louis, Walt realizes exactly how hard he has fallen for Holly. As he finds himself fighting to show her that a spoonie and a sadist can make a relationship work, will he convince her that two against nature can absolutely be perfect for each other?

  Genre: BDSM, Contemporary

  Length: 76,241 words

  TWO AGAINST NATURE

  Suncoast Society

  Tymber Dalton

  SIREN SENSATIONS

  

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  TWO AGAINST NATURE

  Copyright © 2016 by Tymber Dalton

  E-book ISBN: 978-1-68295-580-2

  First E-book Publication: October 2016

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  DEDICATION

  To Hubby and Sir and my family and friends. Thanks for putting up with a spoonie. I know it doesn’t make life easy.

  AUTHOR’S NOTE

  While all the books in the Suncoast Society series are standalone works which may be read independently of each other, the recommended reading order to avoid spoilers and to not miss any backstory information is as follows:

  1. Safe Harbor

  2. Cardinal’s Rule

  3. Domme by Default

  4. The Reluctant Dom

  5. The Denim Dom

  6. Pinch Me

  7. Broken Toy

  8. A Clean Sweep

  9. A Roll of the Dice

  10. His Canvas

  11. A Lovely Shade of Ouch

  12. Crafty Bastards

  13. A Merry Little Kinkmas

  14. Sapiosexual

  15. A Very Kinky Valentine’s Day

  16. Things Made Right

  17. Click

  18. Spank or Treat

  19. A Turn of the Screwed

  20. Chains

  21. Kinko de Mayo

  22. Broken Arrow

  23. Out of the Spotlight

  24. Friends Like These

  25. Vicious Carousel

  26. Hot Sauce

  27. Open Doors

  28. One Ring

  29. Vulnerable

  30. The Strength of the Pack

  31. Initiative

  32. Impact

  33. Liability

  34. Switchy

  35. Rhymes With Orange

  36. Beware Falling Ice

  37. Beware Falling Rocks

  38. Dangerous Curves Ahead

  39. Two Against Nature

  Some of the characters in this book appear in or are featured in previous books in the Suncoast Society series. All titles available from Siren-BookStrand.

  For those who follow me on social media, it’s no secret that I have some health issues, including fibromyalgia. The things Holly tries to find some relief are based on methods I personally have tried and experienced. Before attempting or using any alternative methods, however, make sure to consult with your own health care professional and use at your own risk.

  The story Holly refers to is called “The Spoon Theory” and was written by Christine Miserandino.

  Find it here:

  https://butyoudontlooksick.com/articles/written-by-christine/the-spoon-theory/

  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  Copyright Page

  Dedication

  Author's Note

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  Chapter Twenty-Six

  Chapter Twenty-Seven

  Chapter Twenty-Eight

  Chapter Twenty-Nine

  About the Aut
hor

  Landmarks

  Cover

  TWO AGAINST NATURE

  Suncoast Society

  TYMBER DALTON

  Copyright © 2016

  Chapter One

  “You’re coming with me tomorrow night, like it or not. No excuses, and I’m driving. That way, you can’t bail on me.” Joyce played with the straw in her strawberry banana smoothie and nodded her head, as if that were the final word on the matter.

  Then again, in Joyce’s mind, it probably was the final word on the matter, regardless of what Holly thought to the contrary.

  Holly tucked a stubborn strand of hair behind her ear, under her glasses. “What if I don’t want to go out tomorrow night?”

  “That would be different from any other Saturday night…how? You never want to go out. Do you have plans?”

  Holly ignored her friend’s snark. “No, I don’t have plans, and that’s not the point.”

  “If you don’t have plans, you’re coming with me. Period.”

  Holly had worked with Joyce for years and they’d become…sort of friends.

  The closest thing Holly had to what passed for friends in her life.

  Joyce was one of the few people who’d known her for a while and who hadn’t shied away from her because of what had happened six years earlier. That’s why Holly usually tolerated Joyce when she got pushy like this.

  Besides, it wasn’t like Holly had a shit-ton of friends to start with.

  “What’s going on there tomorrow night, anyway?” Holly asked.

  “A couple of demos. Fire cupping, rope, pummeling.”

  “Annnd?” There had to be more than that. Holly knew there was always more when it came to Joyce.

  Joyce rolled her eyes. “I’ve been chatting with a guy on Fet, okay?”

  “And now I know why you’re really so hot to get me to Venture tomorrow night.”

  “I want a wingman, all right? Is that so bad?”

  “It’s not bad, but a little heads-up would have been nice. Or, you know, honesty.”

  Joyce rolled her eyes again. At this rate, she could go bowling with them. “Because I’m not up to hearing a warning speech from you today. I’m not going to do something stupid with him. I’m taking my time, just like you told me to. He’s nice, he’s cute, and he’s gainfully employed. Plus, I know a couple of people who know him in real life, and they said he’s not a serial killer.”

  “That’s always a stellar endorsement,” Holly drawled.

  Joyce’s eyes widened in horror as she clapped a hand over her mouth. “Oh, my god. I’m sorry, Hol, I—”

  Holly waved her off. “It’s fine. I know what you meant. You don’t need to walk on eggshells around me.”

  Joyce’s hand returned to playing with her straw. “How’s Louis doing?” she softly asked. “You haven’t mentioned him lately.”

  Holly let out a sigh. She rarely—meaning never—talked about her brother with anyone. Other than Joyce. And even then only when pushed into a corner, like now. “As well as can be expected.”

  “No luck with that last lawyer you talked to, huh?”

  “You mean the guy that said, oh, sure, he’d take a look at the evidence. For five grand and no guarantees of anything other than just opening the file to read it.” Holly poked at her salad with her fork. “I don’t have that kind of money,” she quietly said. “Especially to toss at some guy with fancy TV commercials and an ugly suit.”

  “I thought he was supposed to be good?”

  “Maybe if it’s a DUI case or something. I don’t know. The only thing good was the free consultation. Just from the look on his face I could tell he’d heard his fill of ‘innocent defendant’ stories. I’ve gotten pretty good at interpreting that look over the years. Whether it’s a lawyer or a cop giving it to me.” Holly dropped her fork into her dish. She should eat. She knew she needed to eat.

  Her appetite had fled.

  “What about that group that handles DNA stuff? The one that’s done a lot of work in Texas getting wrongful convictions overturned?”

  “I already talked to them. They’re backlogged. They’re mostly focused on death-row cases. He’s not on death row, and there are a lot of cases ahead of his they’re looking at first.”

  “Sorry.”

  “Thanks.” Holly picked up her fork and forced down another couple of bites of the salad.

  She’d spent most of the last six years trying to figure out a way to get her brother a new trial. A fair trial.

  Because, even though due to her injuries she couldn’t remember the circumstances, there was one thing she knew for certain—there was no way in hell her brother had killed their mother…or tried to kill her.

  * * * *

  Holly never imagined that, with a degree in computer engineering, she’d end up working in a call center for a finance company.

  As a customer service rep.

  At least it paid better than minimum wage. And it was a job.

  She’d started out working in their IT department. That’s where she’d worked…before.

  In college, she’d interned at the company, and after graduation had gone full-time making better pay than she did now.

  At least I’m lucky they kept me on.

  Unfortunately, after the attack, not only had she physically suffered, she’d suffered mentally as well. The harder she’d tried to integrate herself back into her previous position, the more apparent it was the attack had taken a toll on her in invisible ways, as well as physical ones. She’d been transferred into a role at the call center, which was less responsibility and less stress in some ways, even though dealing with frequently irate customers all day was a different kind of stress. It was that, or take unpaid leave and file for disability.

  Which she didn’t want to do. Mostly because it’d be far less money than she’d make working in the call center, and she’d be forced to lose her company medical insurance.

  She could pay her bills, and she had a bare-minimum retirement account, but that was about it. What savings remained after the insurance payouts had gone to paying medical bills and trying to get Louis a new trial.

  As a last resort she’d consider selling the house, even though she knew after the events of that day it would bring far less than market value.

  Several realtors had already told her that.

  And since she’d already taken out a mortgage on it, she’d have nothing left by the time that was paid off.

  Better to hold on to it. Besides, she had faith that one day she would get Louis out, and then they’d need a place to live. She’d been studying in her free time, looking at case law, doing research. She was no attorney, but in the past six years she’d learned more than her fair share of law.

  What she needed was an attorney willing to go to bat for him, willing to actually look at the evidence with fresh eyes and not see her brother as a criminal and instead see him as a human being.

  “You all right?” Joyce asked as they walked the one block back to their office building in downtown Sarasota.

  “Just thinking about Louis.”

  “Sorry.”

  “I think about him all the time,” she wearily said. “It wasn’t just because of what you said. I live with this every day.”

  “Maybe you could try one of those GoFundMe things?”

  “I did, and got four hundred and sixty dollars and several nasty anonymous comments that he was obviously a criminal.”

  “Why obviously?”

  “Because he’s biracial.”

  “Oh. I didn’t think of that. Sorry.”

  “Again, not your fault.” Holly stopped before the front door and turned. “And yes, I’ll go tomorrow night. As long as you promise not to do anything dumb.”

  Joyce crossed her heart. “You need to get out more.”

  “Maybe you’re right.” Holly knew sitting at home doing nothing wasn’t going to help Louis.

  If nothing else, at least it’d get Joyce off her back for
a couple of weeks.

  It was Joyce who’d first taken Holly to a Suncoast Society munch dinner a few years earlier. The only reason Holly had gone was to make sure Joyce didn’t blunder into something bad. Then Holly had met people, liked them, liked what she saw, and sort of hung around the periphery of the group. She’d been fire-cupped several times. She enjoyed watching more than anything. Mostly because she knew she couldn’t enjoy the majority of the play herself.

  Since the attack, she was almost always in some kind of pain. Last year, her doctor had finally diagnosed her with fibromyalgia, likely related to the attack. Things like fire-cupping helped her pain.

  And they were very nice people, although Holly mostly kept to herself and made small talk. None of them knew about her brother. She suspected she wouldn’t get nearly as friendly a reception from them if they did.

  Hence the impenetrable, invisible wall she kept in place. She could be as social with them as she chose to be before isolating herself at home again for weeks at a time, only leaving for work and groceries.

  Or to go visit Louis.

  * * * *

  By the end of her work day, Holly was done. Her pain levels had shot through the roof and it was all she could do to walk herself out to her car.

  Joyce, who’d walked with her, noticed. “Look, if you don’t feel up to going tomorrow night, I understand.”

  At least Joyce was usually considerate about Holly’s pain levels, since she had a sister with fibromyalgia.

  “I’ll try to go. Let’s say it’s a date unless I cancel.” Holly had already talked herself into it anyway.

  “Anything I can do to help? I’ll pick you up at eight. Or do you want me to come over early and help out with anything? I don’t mind.”