Master Blurb
Caden
McCourt did not expect to find his estranged wife Diana at a BDSM club. When he
does, the renowned Master is determined to claim back his errant wife.
When Diana left him fifteen years prior, she lost a part of herself.
Seeing Cade again throws her into a tail spin.
She cannot
be the sub he needs, but she can't walk away either. When she's challenged by
Cade to face her demons, her old nightmares resurface. Can they overcome the
chasm between them, or are the nightmares simply too strong?
Excerpt
She
stopped speaking again. Bloody hell,
we'll be here for a week come Tuesday if she doesn't get a move on. Cade
held his tongue. He'd wait for a while.
"Um,
okay, I've done a lot of thinking. And I know now, that it wasn't everything we
did that I hated. In fact, quite a lot made me more than hot and
bothered." She giggled, and Cade saw the younger woman she'd been, before
she sobered suddenly. "And a lot made me feel sick. It's sorting out which
is which that's difficult. Will you help me?"
She
stared at him, and his body tensed as if he was waiting for a blow. That was
stupid. It was Di … no, Anna, for goodness sake.
"Anna,
love, I'd be proud to. Tell me what you need, what you want, and how I can
serve."
His
choice of words made her giggle—or something did. Yeah, that'll be the day. "Okay, I need to try to see what I
can do. No worse than that. Oh hell, Cade, I need to see what would satisfy
you. Therefore." She took a deep breath, and Cade watched as perspiration
dotted her brow. "Um, I want … will you do things?"
How
the hell could he answer that? "What sort of things, love?"
Anna nibbled her nail. Cade forced himself not
to grab her hands and demand she stop. This had to be her show.
"Well."
She tucked her head to one side, something he remembered her doing when she was
deep in thought. "Will you handcuff me and make me come?" she asked
in a hurry, her words tumbling over each other. "I bloody loved
that."
He
waited to see if she would say anything else. She didn't, so it was all up to him.
"If
I do that for you, what else?"
She
stared at him like a rabbit caught in a trap. "How do you mean?"
"If
I handcuff you, how do you want me to make you come?"
It
was obvious she hadn’t thought that far. Anna stared at him and licked her
lips. "I don't understand. I mean you'll make me come."
Cade
closed his eyes so she wouldn't see his frustration. "Oh I understand
that. But in what way? Tied? Over a
bench, blindfolded? Making you fuck yourself? You need to be more explicit,
Anna. I don't know at which point the 'I loved it' became the 'I hated it'. If
I'm to help you here, I need a little bit of direction."
Anna
looked startled. "But you're the Dom. Don't you tell me?"
Oh shit.
"If
I do, love, we might not get any further. What I want could perhaps be three
steps too far. So you tell me. Do I shackle your handcuffs? What do you
want?" He paused took out a bottle of water from his desk drawer and had a
swig of water. "This time, let's
assume there's no Dom and no sub and only a beautiful lady asking her man to
play." Would she go for that?
Anna
wandered around the room, not really looking at anything, but he could sense
her mind whirling. Then she stopped dead, swiveled, and walked to stand in
front of him.
"If
I cry ‘red’?" she demanded. "What then?"
"Then
we stop. I'm past trying to persuade you. What I want here is secondary, I
reckon. You know what I want. We need to work out what I need." Who the
hell knew if that chasm could be breached? It seemed as unlikely as snow in the
Sahara. Cade stopped talking. "It's up to you, love. We need to see what
you want to give as well. I'm happy to follow your lead for now. But we both
know, for me to meekly sit back and watch as you destroy anything we might have
is so not going to happen. I want to fill you, bind you to me with more than
physical ties, and hear you cry out for me. Can you cope with that?"
He
watched her go through the colors of the rainbow on her skin, and swallowed. Hell’s bells, she does that a lot, and it
sends my body to high alert. Promises, promises.
"Can
you, love?" He pressed her for an answer, because he had to know. His skin
was so tight that he thought if she touched it she'd bounce.
God
almighty, even the air held its breath. It was getting to be a habit.
Slowly,
Anna nodded. "I need to try. Hell, Cade, I love you, and I want you.
Whether that's enough, who knows? But really, honestly, I want to try. So can
we?"
His
heart swelled, and he wanted to punch the air. Yes!
"I
reckon so, love. I reckon so. Now, if I say assume the position, just for me,
can you? Will you?"
Ana smiled, the enticing smile of a siren home
from the sea. With a graceful movement, she knelt in front of him, put her
hands behind her back and dipped her head.
"Oh,
I reckon…" The muscles in her neck moved convulsively. "Well, I
reckon. Yes, Sir."
Cade
thought all his birthdays had come at once. Surely, surely this was a good
start. He hardly dared look at Anna in case he saw desperation or negativity on
her face.
Come on, act the part. Look and
help her, that's your remit. You're a bloody Master, for goodness’ sake, so be
one. Cade gave
himself a minute to collect his thoughts before he turned to the woman who
kneeled in front of him. As he watched, a faint tremor shuddered through her.
So she wasn't really comfortable. That little movement made him stiffen his
resolve. He would push and prod, and see if they could come up with a
compromise.
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Raven
lives in Scotland, along with her husband and their two cats—their children
having flown the nest—surrounded by beautiful scenery, which inspires a lot of
the settings in her books.
She
is used to sharing her life with the occasional deer, red squirrel, and lost
tourist, to say nothing of the scourge of Scotland—the midge.
A
lover of reading, she appreciates the history inside a book, and the chance to
peek into the lives of those from years ago. Raven admits that she enjoys the
research for her books almost as much as the writing; so much so, that
sometimes she realizes she's strayed way past the information she needs to
know, and not a paragraph has been added to her WIP.
Her
lovely long-suffering husband is learning to love the dust bunnies, work the
Aga, and be on stand-by with a glass of wine.
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