Destined to Feel

Destined to Feel
Indigo Bloome

First he opened her mind. Now she must really feel…Psychologist Alexandra Blake has been awakened sexually by her lover, Jeremy Quinn. Their erotic journey has seen Alexandra explore her innermost sexual fantasies and pushed her boundaries to their very limit.Her world is plunged into uncertainty when she is abducted in London and Alexandra finds herself caught up in a dangerous game being played out in the shadows. Her captors want to use her to explore the darkest enigma of female sexuality and Alexandra is powerless to escape – but does she even want to? How far will Alexandra be willing to go to satisfy her curiosity and her desires? Is this a game too far, or is there still everything to play for…The next thrilling erotic adventure from the creator of Destined to Play.Destined to Feel is the second book in the Avalon trilogy exploring the intricate relationships between trust and betrayal, desire and love, risk … and reward. If you liked 50 Shades of Grey, you will love Destined to Play.

For my husband, whose support since this wild ride began has been nothing less than sensational

‘Do you everfeellike you were destined to play?’

‘Only in my dreams …’

Play: engage in an activity for enjoyment or recreation rather than a serious or practical purpose, by humans or animals

Feel: to perceive or examine by touch, be conscious of experience, to have a sensation of something other than by sight, hearing, taste or smell

Table of Contents

Title Page (#uddd45d69-dea0-5671-aefa-d4dc50ba0f76)

Dedication (#u9f86c379-923f-55e7-a800-513cbc5e4d5c)

Epigraph (#u4b8de69b-08e6-5f8c-82a7-d34ab5364cfe)

Preface (#u0e9970ea-f5b8-5dd1-8faf-e0f0a5366d60)

Part One (#u270c5d8a-9142-5a60-b871-688a599fe867)

Alexa (#ud79d017a-7e7a-55de-97af-69b9282637eb)

Jeremy (#uf9afe2e9-21e9-5d04-9c7f-ec658fbe4115)

Part Two (#u2fe759aa-2797-5f21-996b-ef4c8c52b4fb)

Alexa (#u35ed0c44-ce97-55ee-96db-d72ea65ac0e3)

Jeremy (#u4f7223ad-1a32-5f26-853a-a45f8c79ecda)

Part Three (#ue8917dd8-a840-5377-ae03-769b49aa5db2)

Alexa (#uf67b2a33-ca94-53c1-802f-c99133ad5d18)

Jeremy (#litres_trial_promo)

Part Four (#litres_trial_promo)

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Part Five (#litres_trial_promo)

Jeremy (#litres_trial_promo)

Part Six (#litres_trial_promo)

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Part Seven (#litres_trial_promo)

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Jeremy (#litres_trial_promo)

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Part Eight (#litres_trial_promo)

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Jeremy (#litres_trial_promo)

Alexa (#litres_trial_promo)

Epilogue (#litres_trial_promo)

About the Author (#litres_trial_promo)

Also by Indigo Bloome (#litres_trial_promo)

Copyright (#litres_trial_promo)

About the Publisher (#litres_trial_promo)

Preface

If I had known then what I know now, would it be any different?

I’m not sure why or how my life changed so dramatically so fast, yet it continues as if nothing has changed at all. It began with one weekend that perhaps, in hindsight, should never have happened, but deep in my soul I have a vague nagging that it was always meant to be …

This leaves me embroiled within a psychological and sexual tornado that landed without any advance warning or forecast — or maybe I just missed the signs? Either way, what has happened, has happened, what will be, will be. I just don’t know how it will end, or whether I will survive the journey.

Part One

Care about what other people think and you will always be their prisoner.

— Lao Tzu

Alexa

Here I am, sitting in the first-class lounge, which is another thrilling first for me, with my complimentary glass of Taittinger and snacking on lime-infused salt and pepper calamari. I lean back on the plush sofa and gaze around at the clean, modern lines of the room, with its subdued lighting and every convenience imaginable. Life is good. No, life is great, incredibly great. I can’t help but feel a little bit mystified as to how well everything has worked out. Robert and I are getting along famously now that we have finally been honest with each other about our feelings. We’ve been really focused on the kids together and I’ve no doubt it has been beneficial for them. They are the quintessential happy little vegemites and it just makes me smile. I wish I could say the same for some of my girlfriends, who are in a state of frenzied anxiety at the sudden change in my lifestyle. Admittedly, it is definitely a weird turn of events to return from a work trip with a new (old) lover, separate from your husband yet still live happily under one roof and suddenly have an international career to meld into your everyday life in Tasmania. Even thinking about it like that seems unrealistic and too bizarre for words. So I understand why a small, close-knit community would want to discuss such a scandalous state of affairs. However, I can’t say the harsh, sarcastic edge of some of their statements about my ‘illicit’ weekend away doesn’t hurt. Worse still is the snickering and whispering in huddled groups and the raising of eyebrows when I walk past to drop Elizabeth and Jordan off at school. The unspoken word is what kills me the most. Why can’t people just be upfront and stand by their convictions; or alternatively keep their opinions to themselves and say nothing instead of attempting to garner an undercurrent of bitchy gossip at the school gate?

I suppose I brought most of this on myself; I could have said absolutely nothing — so do I regret telling anyone? I don’t think so … There is nothing quite like having a few close girlfriends to share the excitement, wonder and emotion of the wild rollercoaster of a ride I have been on in the past couple of months, even though I have to be deliberately evasive of the details, for obvious reasons. To be honest, they have helped keep me sane and I love them for that. I doubt they would believe my version of reality in any case, I find it difficult myself. One thing about becoming a mum is that you are forced to deal with the most judgemental species on the planet — other mothers. From breastfeeding and food to toilet training and discipline, no one is ever short of an opinion. Once you become a mother it is as if you have a god-given right to share your experience and knowledge with newer, less practised mothers who you feel are in desperate and urgent need of your extensive fountain of knowledge — I don’t deny I have been known to venture into this category myself on occasion. So we share our all-encompassing sage advice to both enhance our own egos (and reinforce to ourselves that we are on the correct parenting path) and of course, to help each other feel better about our own struggles and pitfalls. That said, I don’t believe there is a group in society who will provide you with more support when you need it but it comes, at times, with the cost of some hefty judgement calls.