About MASTER
OF FREEDOM:
Detective
Atticus Ware gave up his beloved Idaho to start again in the mountains of
California, close to his imprisoned brother. He has a rewarding job and
friends, but the experienced Dominant wants more than the Do-Me submissives who
flock around him. He needs a woman who will give her heart as well as her
body.
Virginia, “Gin,” is damn good at her challenging career as a prison psychologist. However, one problem inmate is mired in misery and unable to overcome his guilt at causing a friend’s death.
To clear her mind, she joins a friend’s kinky backpacking excursion, planning to hide in her tent during the evening BDSM pursuits. But Atticus lures her into the activities. She’s read about BDSM, but submission under the hands of a powerful Dom is beyond anything she’d imagined. She doesn’t trust men, doesn’t want a relationship, and yet…wants more from him.
Finally, Atticus has found the woman he wants in his life. In his bed. In his cuffs. But she’s not only his brother’s therapist, but also works in a prison. How can he tolerate his woman walking into danger every single blasted day?
Gin knows she has no future with Atticus Ware, but still, hope is rising in her heart.
Virginia, “Gin,” is damn good at her challenging career as a prison psychologist. However, one problem inmate is mired in misery and unable to overcome his guilt at causing a friend’s death.
To clear her mind, she joins a friend’s kinky backpacking excursion, planning to hide in her tent during the evening BDSM pursuits. But Atticus lures her into the activities. She’s read about BDSM, but submission under the hands of a powerful Dom is beyond anything she’d imagined. She doesn’t trust men, doesn’t want a relationship, and yet…wants more from him.
Finally, Atticus has found the woman he wants in his life. In his bed. In his cuffs. But she’s not only his brother’s therapist, but also works in a prison. How can he tolerate his woman walking into danger every single blasted day?
Gin knows she has no future with Atticus Ware, but still, hope is rising in her heart.
Excerpt:
Annoying Atticus might not be a smart idea.
He was still standing there. Watching her. When her
eyes lifted to his, he gave a nod, as if satisfied, then walked around her.
Touching her. Running a hand down her bare arm. Across her lower back. Moving
her hair to fall down her back. He stroked down her spine, as if assessing her
vertebrae. His fingers massaged her left shoulder, then the right.
His hand was warm and callused. Firm.
“You’re a beautiful woman, Virginia.” He unbuttoned
her nightie, letting it hang open. “I’m going to tie a modified karada—a rope
web for the torso.”
Her hands closed into fists as she kept herself from
moving. She was still covered, she reminded herself. The silky material caught
on her peaked nipples, making her think of the old question,Are you cold or glad to see me?
She had an uncomfortable feeling that Atticus
already knew the answer.
He draped the rope behind her neck, the ends
dangling in front. Slowly, but without hesitation, he began to weave the rope
around her, above her breasts, below her breasts.
With the first knot, she tensed. He stopped. His
gaze on her was steady, revealing no irritation or impatience. Jake and Kallie
liked him, she could tell. She’d seen him work with the other people here and
how he emphasized safety and honest communication. Everything about the man
said he was in control. He wasn’t a little boy—he was a man, an honorable one.
“We’ll stop if you need to, but you can trust me,
baby,” he said quietly.
“I know. I do.”
The appreciation in his gaze said he knew she’d
offered him a gift. “Thank you, sweetling.”
She felt slight tugs as he created a series of
diamond-like patterns down the center of her body. Gradually a latticework of
rope snugly formed around her torso, and the sensation of being enclosed was
oddly comforting. Back when she’d worked with children, some of the autistic
ones could be settled by firmly wrapping a blanket around them, as if the
sensation of being hugged would subdue their nerves so they could process the
world’s input more normally.
This was…nice. Under the slight scrape of the ropes
and the sure movements of Atticus’s hands, she felt her pulse slow. He never
left her, always kept a hand on her somewhere, as if she might float away if he
let her go.
“You take rope well.” He grasped her upper arms. “I
want you on the ground now.”
About
Cherise Sinclair:
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. Called an “ascendant erotica queen” by Rolling Stone Magazine, Cherise spends her days writing, supervised by a sadistic calico cat.
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. Called an “ascendant erotica queen” by Rolling Stone Magazine, Cherise spends her days writing, supervised by a sadistic calico cat.
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