My Thoughts
Oh I have wanted to know more about Mistress Anne ever since the whole bug in her locker prank went down. I was super excited to read her story.
Mistress Anne has recently let her sub go because he wanted more than she could give him. She isn't looking for anyone else in her life. Of course this is when Ben comes into her world. They know each other as he works security at the club, but he isn't in the lifestyle. Well up until now that is. Hot damn the man. He really is delicious and absolutely perfect for her. I loved their story.
I give Servicing the Target 5 hearts!
Mistress Anne has recently let her sub go because he wanted more than she could give him. She isn't looking for anyone else in her life. Of course this is when Ben comes into her world. They know each other as he works security at the club, but he isn't in the lifestyle. Well up until now that is. Hot damn the man. He really is delicious and absolutely perfect for her. I loved their story.
I give Servicing the Target 5 hearts!
About the Book
A Masters of the Shadowland Novel
A discharged Army Ranger, Ben considers his job as a BDSM club security guard to be an excellent hobby. He’s never been tempted to join in. But everything changes when the notorious Mistress Anne inadvertently reveals the caring heart concealed beneath her Domme armor.
Now, he’s set his sights on the beautiful Shadowlands Mistress. Maybe he’d considered himself vanilla, but she can put her stiletto on his chest any day, any time. He’ll trust her delicate hands to hold his heart. And if she wants to whip his ass on the way to an outstanding climax, he’s just fine with that too.
Sure, he knows she likes “pretty boy” slaves. And he’s older. Craggy and rough. And six-five. Minor hindrances. The mission is a go.
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Excerpt
Lifting her sax, she wetted the reed and tested a wandering
set of notes. With one hip on the railing, she let her internal playlist scroll
and found herself playing “As Time Goes By.” Like a soft rain, the notes
spilled over her deck and joined with the evening. A slow song, but not sad. It
reminded her that the fundamentals of life, living and loving and dying, held
the same from generation to generation.
That life could change for the better.
She was changing, as was her world. Or maybe she should call
it growing, rather than changing.
As the
tune went into the chorus, she heard Ben say something to Bronx in the kitchen.
The dog whined an answer, and Ben’s big laugh rumbled out.
He was quite a guy. He’d been so careful with her this
afternoon. Not pushing, but not stopping before he’d made his point.
Sometimes his internal strength was a bit disconcerting. All
her slaves had wanted her in charge, wanted her to take control of everything.
But Ben didn’t need her guidance.
At the same time, he wouldn’t fall apart if she showed any
weakness, and because of that, she could relax around him.
But his obstinate need to be tough—to hide any weakness—was
a problem. She should have noticed he was having flashbacks. But now she knew,
and she could lead him to talk about his past. She’d pamper him up, keep him
close, and ensure he got his sleep. He said he slept better at her house. With
her.
He liked being with her. The realization was…amazing.
Overwhelming.
She felt the same and more. He’d filled her life. Warmed it.
With a slow flourish, she ended the song and started
another. One that had been growing in her heart over the past week, with the
knowledge, the worry, the awe.“When I Fall in Love.” The music flowed, the ache
of her soul merging with the notes.
She’d wanted to run. To push him away. And she hadn’t.
Ben, I love you.
The knowledge was terrifying and wonderful. For a little
while yet, she’d savor the gift, and then she’d share.
Light washed out over the deck, and he stood there, filling
the doorway as completely as he did her heart. “I was listening to you play.”
His golden-brown eyes held hers as he slowly smiled.
“Mistress, may this submissive haul you off to bed?”
About the Author
Having to wear glasses in elementary school can scar a person for life.
Dubbed a nerd at an early age, Cherise Sinclair has been trying to live up to the stereotype ever since. And what better way than being an author?
Known for writing deeply emotional stories, the USA Today Bestselling Author has penned sixteen erotic romance novels, most with a BDSM theme. (Please do not mention the phrase mommy porn in her presence.) Her awards range from a National Leather Award to a Romantic Times Reviewer’s Choice nomination to a GoodReads BDSM group award for best author of the year.
Cherise lives in the Pacific Northwest with her husband. Their two fledglings have left the nest recently to try their wings and hopefully will fly high and strong. The “ascendant erotica queen” (Rolling Stone Magazine) now spends her days writing with occasional supervision from a sadistic calico cat.
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