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.
His eyes narrowed as he assessed her face, her shoulders, her hands. “It does take a high degree of trust to let someone bind you and suspend you. Maybe that’s why I enjoy doing it so much.”
The mere thought brought on the shivers. She felt her head shaking a no even as she tried for a light tone. “I suppose the sex part is a side bennie?”
He didn’t answer but a smile lightened his face.
This Dom could get females anywhere he went. The knowledge made her feel even more unsure of herself. She shoved aside the dismal attitude. She was pretty and smart and nice, with a good figure. Educated. Held a job. She wouldn’t let herself feel unworthy because her “date” for the night was past scorching on the hotness scale.
Relationships got corrupted when one party didn’t feel worthy. He—or she—would denigrate the other to feel better, to assure himself that no one else would want his significant other. She’d seen it often enough. One poor person—usually the wife—ended up feeling like dog meat because her beloved cut her down all the time.
Or, in Gin’s case, she’d work her ass off to prove she was worthy.
“Interesting thoughts going through your head.” Atticus drew her attention back with a touch on her cheek.
“Uh, no. Not really.” Under his level gaze, she blurted out, “I was reassuring myself I wasn’t dog meat.”
His stare of surprise made her laugh.
She might as well say it. “You’re very hot, Detective Ware. I feel outclassed.”
“Thank you.” His grin could stop traffic—especially if the drivers were female. “But, you’re off base. There isn’t an unattached person in this place who doesn’t envy me.” He stroked her hair for a second. “You’re beautiful, magnolia, but a Dom wants more than merely physical attractions. You have kindness, intelligence, and an unexpected sense of humor.” He bent and his lips against her ear whispered, “And your willing surrender has a beauty I can’t explain.”
His words left her breathless. “But…”
“Or did you want to know that any Dom here would enjoy bending you over a hay bale.”
“Don’t be crude.” She considered thumping him and decided against it.
Book five in Cherise Sinclair’s Mountain Master & Dark
Haven series. I have read Cherise Sinclair before and I enjoyed it this one
just wasn’t doing it for me. Well let me rephrase that, the BDSM aspect did
really impress me; probably because service submission isn't my favorite. Certain parts of the book I really enjoyed and other parts were just ehh. What I liked about the book was rope play, I love rope play and enjoyed watching
Virginia come to the slow realization and learning the difference between
submission and her own personal neurosis. Atticus is not my favorite kind of
alpha male but he is what he is and he knows his stuff and he knows he loves
Virginia even if they both are not quite ready for that. I loved the climactic ending, end big finish, prison riot, prison break and Virginia is taken hostage; all very exciting.
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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