by Eileen Green

The Tiger’s Lair 5
Rescued by a Dom and a Sub
Threatening letters and a near fatal accident had Clara Parsons searching for answers and help. Her search led her to former Navy Seal Shane Owens who was one of the men to help her on the mountain that night of the accident unaware he was one of her rescuers. In a twist of fate, Jeremy Swenson needed to face the man who had stolen his heart that same night. Jeremy had been the paramedic who responded to the call and had encountered Shane and Clara and he couldn’t forget either one.
The three of them come together in an attempt to save Clara from the danger that has come calling while dealing with their hearts. Not only claiming her heart, Shane tries to teach her about her submissive side along with Jeremy’s help. Can Shane and Jeremy save her from the villain who wants Clara dead while the trio finds their happily ever after?
Genres: BDSM, Contemporary, Ménage a Trois/Quatre, Romantic Suspense
Length: 54,762
RESCUED BY A DOM
AND A SUB
The Tiger's Lair 5
Eileen Green

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Rescued by a Dom and a Sub
Copyright © 2019 by Eileen Green
ISBN: 978-1-64243-657-0
First Publication: February 2019
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DEDICATION
This book is dedicated to my family who have supported me in my writing. To my grandsons who distract me occasionally so I have some fun. Thank you.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Eileen Green writes erotic romance novels interlaced with intrigue, and occasionally, shape-shifters.
When asked how long she has been writing, Eileen Green answers, since the 7th grade. Her English teacher, Mrs. Weekes saw potential in the student who began to dabble in writing. Eventually, marriage, kids, and then single motherhood came along, and the writing took a backseat as life does when faced with obstacles.
The writing continued even though page after page sat in boxes or on the computer, waiting for the day her characters would be allowed to be free to tell their stories.
In 2009 and 2010, life dealt a cruel twist to her family and friends. The lesson learned was to not live with regrets. She ran with that thought, publishing her first book, Love Twisted in Time under the name of Janice Greenlee, by the end of that fateful year; available on Kindle. The dream of being an author finally was achieved.
Her first erotic romance novel came from a dare, and Lyndee’s Saviors was written. Now under Eileen Green there are two series, Men of Montana and The Tundra Protectors, and the beginning of a third, Tiger’s Lair, which is a spin-off of Men of Montana. A couple of stand-alone books are included in the erotic romance line of books, Lessons of Trust and Between A Rock & A Porn Star.
Romance stories with happily-ever-after endings are her favorite. She continues to write them because every romance needs to end with all characters being forever in love.
Eileen divides her time between Washington and California, although she really prefers Washington. The beauty there provides a welcome backdrop to write.
For a full list of her books, please check out her website, www.authoreileengreen.com
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TABLE OF CONTENTS
RESCUED BY A DOM
AND A SUB
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
RESCUED BY A DOM
AND A SUB
The Tiger's Lair 5
EILEEN GREEN
Copyright © 2019
Chapter One
This can’t be happening! I’m going to die!
The Chevy Impala was picking up speed on the decline. She had applied the brakes, but they weren’t working. Pumping them didn’t help. Her tiny foot had the brake pedal to the floor, yet she wasn’t slowing down. In fact, she was accelerating.
Her heart was pounding wildly as she tried to retain control of her car on the mountain road. It was dark, and the only light was from her headlights. She hit the high beams hoping that would help illuminate the area better. It didn’t.
There were guardrails on the other side of the road, and a rocky bank was next to the passenger side of the car. Any way she looked at it, Clara was going to have to crash into something to stop her car.
She loved her car as it was the first one she had been able to buy brand new. She had bought it only six months before, and she knew there shouldn’t have been any problems with the brakes.
Although she was trying not to panic, she couldn’t help it. Tears streamed down her cheeks.
Regrets swam through her brain. She was alone in the world, so there would be no one to mourn her death except the few friends she had. Her adoptive parents had passed away a year before, and Clara had been raised as an only child. That special someone had never appeared in her life, so there was no man waiting for her at home.
A yellow sign indicated a curve ahead. Trying to steer into the curve was the best thing she could do, praying that she hit the right side of the road. She wasn’t familiar with the road as this was the first time she had been up to Pike’s Peak and had been excited as she had driven up hours earlier. The guardrail indicated a drop on the side of the road, but how deep it was, she had no idea.
The curve was bigger than she had expected. Glancing at the speedometer, Clara saw that she was nearing eighty miles an hour.
Her muscles in her arms were screaming at her while her hands ached from gripping the steering wheel. Her leg ached from trying to push on the brake.
Headlights coming in her direction were visible, getting closer and closer. Was she going to hit the unsuspecting motorist? There was only one thing she could do.
Turning the wheel sharply, she saw the ragged rock face coming at her. A scream escaped her as she braced for impact. As she braced for her death.
* * * *
Fatigue was eating away at Shane as he drove up the mountain. The day had been spent going over a customer’s security issues and then putting the new recruits through their paces at the gym. Keeping up with a fairly new security company was hard work, but one that he loved.
The call came in around seven thirty that his sister, Jenny, thought she had gone into labor at work. Unfortunately, she worked at the restaurant up on Pike’s Peak. S
he was the manager there and was the last person to leave, and she was too afraid to drive herself. Her husband was with the U.S. Forestry Service. However, he was in Washington D.C. at a conference.
Jenny had thought it was all right that Steve go on the trip because she was only thirty-five weeks pregnant and that nothing would happen. He would be back in plenty of time for the baby to be born.
Now, those plans might be thrown out the window.
Shane was being careful on the road. It was windy and dark, and since the road ended up at the top of the mountain, there were very few travelers at this time of night.
He could see illumination ahead of him, rounding a curve. It appeared as if someone had their brights on. He hoped they turned them down before he came face to face with them, so he wasn’t blinded by them.
Slowing his speed, he proceeded and kept his eyes off to the right of the road so as not to look directly at the car when it appeared. As the lights got brighter, Shane noticed they were moving, but not in the way they would from a vehicle that was driving normally.
They seemed to be weaving slightly, but then suddenly, they abruptly shifted until he could hardly see the lights, and there was a sickening crunch of metal. His stomach sank. The vehicle had crashed.
Speeding cautiously, he rounded the curve in the road and slammed his Ford 250 into park, the front end aimed at the car so he had light to see by. He hit the hazards and was out the door in an instant. He grabbed his cell from the holder on his belt and dialed 911 as he rushed over to the light-colored sedan.
The car had crashed into rocky mountain face, the front end smashed along with passenger side. The horn was sounding, most likely from the person slumped against the airbag. Trying the door handle, Shane found it locked. He pounded on the window to get the occupant’s attention, but they must be unconscious.
“911, what is your emergency?” a man asked on the other end of the phone. It was hard to hear him with the horn going off, but Shane spoke loudly.
“I’m on Pike’s Peak toll road on the switchbacks before Devil’s Playground. I have a single vehicle accident that just happened,” Shane reported as he tried the door. It was locked. He moved to the back seat to see if there was anyone back there. “There’s one occupant who appears to be unconscious. I’m going to have to break the window to try to get to them.”
“Sir, you may want to wait for emergency personnel,” the call taker suggested.
“That’s going to take too long. I own a security company, and I’m a former Navy SEAL. I have first aid training. Just get someone and an ambulance up here ASAP!”
Shane hung up. He didn’t have time for stupidity. The damage that was done to the front end and the steam that was coming from under the scrunched-up hood told Shane that the car had been going way too fast.
Rushing back to his truck, he reached in under the front seat and grabbed his Maglite heavy-duty flashlight. From the back seat, he snagged the first aid kit he kept back there. He returned to the car and used the flashlight against the glass of the back seat behind the driver.
From what he could tell, it was a woman with long black hair. She was facing away from him and still wasn’t moving. He said an inward prayer that she was still alive.
The glass cracked with his first strike. It didn’t shatter.
It was good that they used tempered glass in vehicles to keep the glass from shattering when in an accident, but it made these situations difficult. He struck it several more times with the same results. Finally, without thinking about end results, Shane lived up to his nickname of “Beast.”
Pulling his arm back, Shane slammed his hand into the window, feeling it shatter around his flesh.
Damn! I should have wrapped my hand in something.
Glass went everywhere, but he disregarded it and the pain in his hand and arm and reached around to the panel on the driver’s side door. Blindly, he felt around for the button that was going to unlock the doors. When he heard the locks disengage, he opened the front door quickly.
“Miss? Can you hear me?” he asked. When he didn’t get a response, he repeated himself. “Miss? Can you hear me?”
Again, there was no answer. Gently, Shane cradled the woman’s head with his large hand and then placed his other hand on her chest. He guided her back until she was sitting upright in the seat. The possibility of a neck or back injury ran through his head, but he wanted to get the beauty he was gazing upon out of danger’s way.
A low, painful moan escaped her.
Shane pressed the airbag down, hoping he’d get the horn to stop blaring, but that didn’t happen. He could see her legs twisted among metal that was the frame of the car which had been pushed inward from the engine. Eyeing the situation, he didn’t think he was going to be able to get her out without equipment. Besides, it could be dangerous if he tried to pull her from the vehicle. He didn’t want to hurt her any further.
“Miss? Can you hear me?” he asked again as he knelt next to the seat. She moaned again but didn’t speak.
Blood was trickling down the side of her face from her temple. Her lip was bleeding in several spots where they had split, and she was bleeding from her nose.
He picked up the first aid kit he had dropped when he was breaking the window. Opening the plastic box, Shane chose some gauze packets, opened them, and tried to wipe some of the blood away from under her nose. When the red liquid didn’t stop running, he held the gauze under her nose to gather it up. He didn’t want to constrict her air flow since she was unconscious, so he didn’t pinch her nose to get the bleeding to stop. Plus, her nose looked as if it might be broken and that would hurt her, something he didn’t want to do.
Until help arrived, he knew he could only sit with the woman. If she woke, he would talk to her to help keep her calm.
From what he could tell of her features, she was Asian, and she was beautiful. His heart performed a funny flip-flop as he looked at her as if it was calling out to her. He glanced down at her left hand and noticed there wasn’t a ring on her ring finger.
In an instant, Shane Owens knew that this little lady belonged in his life. He just prayed he would have a chance to get to know her.
* * * *
The flashing red lights illuminated the lonely mountain road as the ambulance sped toward the single-vehicle accident. There was no moon tonight, so the road was dark. He had to hope no wildlife decided to take a late-night stroll across their path.
Jeremy had turned off the siren since there wasn’t any traffic to warn out of their way. And, someone had to be blind not to see the red lights flashing coming at them or behind them.
He hated answering calls in the mountains, especially accidents. Some of them had given him nightmares. People really needed to learn how to drive.
The application he had submitted a few weeks ago hadn’t gone anywhere, so he was still waiting on that. Jeremy would prefer to work in the city. When he had been recuperating from his latest injury from his tour in Afghanistan, he and his fiancé, Tina, moved to Denver because that’s where she was from. He decided he’d had enough of military life, but Tina wasn’t happy not being a Marine’s wife. She called off the wedding and walked away.
He had gone through paramedic training in Woodland Park and gotten a job with the ambulance service, which he had appreciated. However, it was time to move on to something bigger, although waiting for it to come through was making Jeremy antsy.
His partner, Adam Woodward, was keeping a close eye out for the accident. Dispatch had given an approximate location that had been provided by the person who had reported it, but unless someone had been paying attention to the mile markers along the road, it was hard to pinpoint where they were.
As they rounded a curve, lights could be seen in the distance. Getting closer, the headlights and taillights of a vehicle came into view, though they were sitting slightly askew. The car that had been in the accident was nearly head-on into the rock face.
The front end of the sedan w
as scrunched up with steam coming out of the radiator. The front door was open, and there was a man kneeling in the doorway. A very large man, Jeremy had to admit to himself. There was a woman behind the wheel and a deflated airbag, and the man was holding something up to her face.
Bringing the ambulance to a halt, Jeremy and his partner, Adam, jumped out and went around to the back. They both grabbed jump bags they would need, and Adam nabbed the backboard.
As they were rushing over to the car, a state trooper pulled up next to Jeremy’s rig. His friend, Officer Fredericks got out of the SUV he had been issued. Fredericks was a tall, brawny man who could make a criminal back down, but Jeremy knew what the real man was like.
The three first responders rushed over to the car.
“Sir, are you hurt?” Jeremy asked as he knelt down beside Shane.
As if the man realized help was there, he shook his head and looked at Jeremy.
Officer Fredricks was a big man, but Jeremy could see this man was more muscular than Fredricks. His shoulders filled the opening that the door made. Muscles peeked out from under the sleeves of the dark blue T-shirt he wore with Owens’s Rocky Mountain Security in white lettering across the massive chest. In fact, the words were stretched out by the muscles beneath the shirt.
Paleness blanketed the man’s handsomely rugged face along with worry. Jeremy was taken back by the gorgeousness of the man, and although he was working an emergency, Jeremy’s cock stirred and his heart beat harder.
“Sir,” Jeremy began. “Are you hurt?”
The man shook his head. “Don’t worry about me. She needs help.” His voice was shaky.
“Okay. Can you get out of the way, so we can help her?” he asked gently, not wanting to upset the man.