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Like his redheaded neighbor who hauled her boy away as if Holt was a serial killer. Fine. He'll give the pretty bartender all the space she wants. Read "If Only" by Cherise Sinclair available from Rakuten Kobo. Sign up today and get $5 off your first download. Once I began reading, only a natural disaster. Cherise Sinclair (Auteur) Books Paru en avril (ePub) en anglais In the exclusive Shadowlands BDSM club, the title “Master” is given to only the most . She'd given up finding a true Dom when her friend finagles her a place as a.
He has to be tougher than the slum-bred bullies she grew up with. Forced to accept an unknown submissive into his carefully run trainee program, Master Cullen is furious. He decides to push her right back out the door. But as he ruthlessly intimidates her, punishes her, then cuddles her, his glimpse of the woman inside the emotional armour intrigues him, and her utter surrender captures his heart.
His job is to make her submit. Whose heart will surrender first?
Across the country, rebellious BDSM submissives are being systematically kidnapped, one from each club. When her friend falls prey to the slavers, FBI victim specialist Gabrielle volunteers to be bait in a club not yet hit: the Shadowlands. She finds that being a bratty sub comes naturally, especially when she gets to twit the appallingly conservative Master of the trainees.
Or as mean. Courtesy of a prima donna ex-wife, Marcus loathes disobedient submissives. But as he comes to know Gabrielle and sees the alluring sweetness beneath the sass, he starts to fall for her. Unfortunately, Marcus isn't the only one who believes the feisty redhead is a prize worth capturing. And in the world of the slaver, such treasure is worth a hefty fee.
Once informed, the FBI orders him to reject the limited choices so the slavers will invite him to the big auction.
To Raoul's shock, one of the slaves is the kidnapped friend of a Shadowlands sub. She has a scarred body…and an unbroken spirit. He can't leave her behind. Ruining the FBI's carefully laid plans, he downloads her. Kimberly's freedom has come at a devastating price: the other women are still slaves. An FBI raid is their only hope for rescue. Desperate to help the Feds locate the big auction, she agrees to pose as Master Raoul's slave.
Wearing a collar again is terrifying, but under the powerful dominant's care, Kim starts to heal and then to blossom.
This is what she's been drawn to--and fled from--her entire life. She escaped the slavers who captured her body--can she escape the master who's captured her heart? Now Linda wants nothing to do with him. Or with BDSM.
As a dominant and sadist, he can give her what she needs, and when an opportunity arises, he slips into her life, intending to make amends. Now the horrible time is past, Linda just wants to return to her small conservative town, pick up her quiet life, and be normal.
To her dismay, when someone spray-paints her home with obscenities, Sam shows up to rescue her.
Remember: safe, sane, and consensual. As Uzuri Cheval pulled into her driveway and turned off her car, she looked at her one-story duplex.
The dark windows appeared like hollow eyes in the white stucco. There were no dog toys in the yard, no laughter or music coming from inside. But, it was hers.
Her refuge against the world, and one she needed right now. She wrinkled her nose, remembering last year. I should have stayed in bed.
With the covers over my head.
Still…the fast food industry would have to limp along without her shoveling their fries. Being a fashion downloader with all its challenges truly was a dream come true. Selling and downloading and marketing? She was all over that like a bargain shopper on Black Friday sales.
Love it. Working with the advertising section on marketing strategies? Super fun. She knew that bad sales figures happened occasionally.
But…the ugly scene? Omigod, her encounter with Carole Fuller had been horrible. But it was part of her job to observe what clothing attracted customers, what they picked up, and what they considered and put back. The sales staff was to give everyone exceptional service. After all, Tampa had plenty of clothing stores. When informed, the section manager had been furious.
Apparently, Carole had already been warned twice to amend her ways. The manager had called the sales associate over for a final warning. Not an hour later, Carole and her friends had entered the deli where Uzuri was eating. Uzuri shivered at the memory of the loud, ugly confrontation. Carole blamed her for the reprimand. After all, Carole had been selling clothing since before Uzuri was born.
She knew how to sell far better than any new grad. Uzuri shut the car engine off. However, confronting a female was difficult, but not impossible, and Uzuri had responded in a firm, level voice. Enough was enough. Thank goodness, the day was over. I should have ordered extra shorts and tank tops instead, but who knew global warming would negate half of the fall season?
The white stucco duplex shimmered with heat, and the stately line of curbside palms provided no shade at all. Catching the awful scent of rotting food, she wrinkled her nose.
Purse under her arm, she quickly crossed the driveway. Need air-conditioning. As she rounded the bushes, which concealed her recessed front door, the stench got worse and then she saw the cause. A heaping pile of…of garbage sat on her front stoop. Fear stabbed her so hard she gasped. No, no, no. Fumbling for the pepper spray in her purse, she spun to check her surroundings.
No one hid behind her car or the trees. No one watched from across the street. There were no strangers in sight. Despite the sultry heat, cold fear-sweat trickled down her spine. As she fought for a breath, her ribcage refused to let any air in. Down the street to her left, teenaged Duke Hernandez was mowing his lawn. On the sidewalk to the right, blonde Brenna rode her tricycle and sang some Disney tune in a high voice. She found no hulking man with a patchily shaved scalp.
No Jarvis. Embarrassed, she huffed out a breath and stowed her pepper spray. Way to overreact, girl. Surely, that was all.