Handcuffs and Silk

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Handcuffs and Silk Copyright  2011 by Mary Quast ISBN: 978-1-61333-002-9 Cover art by Fiona Jayde All rights reserved. Except for use in any review, the reproduction or utilization of this work, in whole or in part, in any form by any electronic, mechanical or other means now known or hereafter invented, is forbidden without the written permission of the publisher. Published by Decadent Publishing Company, LLC Look for us online at: www.decadentpublishing.com

Handcuffs and Silk Mary Quast

A 1 Night Stand Story #16

~DEDICATION~

For Keith & Hilda

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Chapter One The blades of the chopper sliced through the heat of the night as it flew over the City of Lights. Casinos glowed in various hues of blue, plum, gold, green, and silver, casting a magical aura. Spotlights danced in the night, graceful fingers tickling the sinister side of Vegas. Unsuspecting people moved about, flitting from place to place, searching for excitement and fulfillment while cars in traffic jams occasionally brought the pulsing arteries in the heart of the city to a temporary halt. Being a Las Vegas cop, Steph recognized the evil lurking in the shadows of the beautiful city, also known as Sin City. As the chopper made a turn, she viewed the vast landscape as an artist’s canvas. The awesome structures designed and built by nameless men. So many lives below. Where there is sin and sadness, one will also find love and happiness. With a deep sigh, Steph continued to gaze at the site, wondering where she fit into the street party of existence. Not a single malicious bone in her body, yet a monster lurked inside, crying to be set free. And, despite the desire to have a special someone to share a lifetime of love and happiness, meaningless one-night stands never filled the emptiness inside. Lately, living and breathing her job had become her reason for lack of a social life. That, and always being looked at as one of the guys and a hard ass. Some of the cops’ wives had made it their mission to fix her up with someone. Despite their efforts to feminize her, she intimidated the men they’d found for her. Not considered butch—she had all the right curves in all the right places and could wear sexy clothing that normally only looked good on a model—but everyone knew how tough she could be. Controlling the power hidden deep inside her proved to be difficult and had ruined many relationships. Her last boyfriend liked to try kinky things, but had

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his limits. She’d gone out with a guy who’d insisted she be submissive to him, but that felt completely false and ended shortly after it began. What’s wrong with me? Frustrated at her inability to escape her reputation, she’d applied with an online dating service, 1NightStand. Not a regular matchmaking site, but more upscale; the mysterious owner, Madame Evangeline, had an amazing ability to find just the right person to satisfy one’s needs. Or so Steph had been told. Her cell phone vibrated. Glancing at the screen, she noticed an email from 1NightStand. Instinct told her Eve was probably letting her know the dating service could not match her up. To avoid disappointment until back on the ground, Steph put the phone back in its holster. The chopper began its descent.

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Chapter Two Pausing for a moment after shaving, Hunter gazed at his reflection in the mirror. Rubbing the smooth part of his neck where a collar had rested for over a year, he remembered the day Ericka removed the soft, blue, leather strap with her initials stamped on it. Funny how he hadn’t felt pain or loss when the relationship ended, but he’d never had a strong bond with Ericka. He’d questioned himself and whether he satisfied her. No matter, she recognized their relationship as unfulfilling and encouraged him to return to Vegas. Not only did he leave New York and his lover, but also a way of life. He’d gotten too comfortable being taken care of by others. Somewhere, he’d lost a part of himself. The need to stand on his own two feet crept to the surface. After spending years practicing law on the East Coast, home felt strange. During the last year, his brothers had begged him to return and take his place in the family-owned law firm. As soon as he informed his brothers he’d come home, they began making living arrangements for him before he could change his mind. Not one to enjoy being alone, and looking forward to seeing his brothers, he arrived in town before the completed preparation of his new place. Hunter comfortably settled into a suite at the Castillo, the flagship hotel in an exquisite chain of luxury resorts and hotels. A ding on his computer alerted him to a new email. After neatly cleaning the sink and hanging his towels, he sat down to see what had arrived—an email from Madame Evangeline, owner of the dating service his oldest brother pushed him into using. Jason said a one-night stand with the right woman would cure what ailed him. Not really convinced a woman could fix whatever it was that ailed him, he hadn’t expected to receive a reply so soon, if at all. Somewhat apprehensive, he took a deep breath, opened the message, and quickly read the contents. Mr. Mason,

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I am pleased to let you know I have found a wonderful date for you this evening. I’m sorry it’s such short notice. Miss Stephanie Johnson is a lovely lady with the type of personality I’m sure you will find to your liking, and perfectly capable of fulfilling your current desires. I simply suggest you dress in black for the evening and present your date with a single, dark-red rose in the lounge at the Castillo at six o’clock. Please enjoy the bottle of wine I have arranged to be delivered to your room. Have a pleasurable evening, Eve

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Chapter Three “Thanks for hanging with me, bro,” Hunter said sheepishly as he watched the DJ prepare his equipment for the night. “No, problem, I’m here to watch out for my baby brother.” Jason patted him on the back. “You don’t have to do this. But I thought it would help you loosen up a little. Don’t forget, I have plenty of friends who’d love to hook up for a fuck.” “Thanks, but no thanks.” “To be honest, I never pictured you being a sub. I’m still having difficulty wrapping my mind around the idea.” “I know, you’ve told me before. But what do you expect from years of being henpecked by everyone in our family?” “Henpecked? Look, you were sick as a kid, we just stood up for you.” “Leave it alone, let’s not argue.” His brother frowned. “Are you seriously thinking about leaving the lifestyle?” “Maybe.” Hunter played with the sweat dripping down his glass of ice water. “I don’t know where I fit in. Am I capable of being the center of the world for someone? Or will I always fight for every morsel of affection?” “Grow up, Hunter. Drop this damn beta act and be the alpha you were born to be.” Hunter glared at his brother for a moment. “Seriously, I feel like there’s something missing. Maybe I’m looking for something more permanent. Maybe this one-night stand shit is just that... bullshit. I want to be normal, have a normal life.” “Are you turning vanilla on me?” “I don’t know.” “From the way you’ve been whining since you arrived in Vegas,” Jason laughed, “I almost think you’re in a nesting mode.” “Nesting?”

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“It’s an old wives’ term for when a woman is preparing her house for the arrival of a baby.” His voice turned demanding. “I’m seeing a strong independence as if you’re trying to take control of your life. Tell me right now what you want.” “I want to love, be loved. I want to feel secure. I want a yard, a dog, kids. I want to be exceedingly happy. Is that too much to ask?” Hunter sighed. “God, I sound like a pussy.” “That’s a pretty big list for Santa to fill.” “I’m so done with the club shit and sex games.” “Okay, so I can understand wanting to leave the clubs and everything.” Jason spoke in a gentler tone. “Have you ever truly felt pleasure simply by pleasuring another?” “I was a lousy sub.” Hunter spoke the words locked in his mind for months. “You can have it all, you know. Go after what you want. Make it happen.” Jason turned on the barstool and faced the door. “By the way, how will you know her when she walks in?” “I won’t.” Hunter thumbed the stem of a blood-red rose laying on the bar next to his drink. “Madame Eve just told me to dress all in black and bring this rose. She said Stephanie would be able to pick me out of a crowd.” “Stephanie.” Jason rolled the name on his tongue. “What do you know about this woman?” “Not much. I just have to put faith in Madame Eve and her matchmaking skills.” “Well, we’ll see.” With that said, he nodded in the direction of the door. “Pick up your rose.” Hunter lifted the rose, turned, and saw her. She’d slicked her blonde hair back in a tight ponytail, a pink, silk blouse lay like a second skin over perfect, round breasts. Nicely curved hips accented by shiny, black leather hot pants, highheeled, thigh-high boots laced up her long legs, and a small leather bag hung on a silver chain snug against her hip. Hunter hardened instantly. He took his eyes off her only for a moment to glance at his brother, who watched her with indifference as he would if he saw another dominant male. 6

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“Don’t be fooled by this one’s appearance.” Jason smirked. “She wants to be owned.” Hunter suspected this woman just might be what the doctor ordered to pick up his mood. He preferred a formidable woman and turned his attention back to the one in front of him. A beautiful face upon a slender neck put a vision in mind of her head thrown back in orgasmic rapture. Resisting the temptation to drop to his knees, he met her icy, blue stare. A gentle smile of approval crept across her face, compelling him to smile back.

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Chapter Four Steph strode into one of the nightclubs inside The Castillo Resort without hesitation and with determination. Putting her hands on her hips, she took a hard look around the room until her gaze caught two men at the bar. Genuinely handsome, both had sculpted facial features, muscular builds, and dark hair. They shared a resemblance enough alike to be brothers. One stared her square in the eyes, lifted his chin with a predatory glare. Jerk. He reminded her of a couple of the guys she worked with who thought they were God’s gifts to women and expected her to worship at their feet. Her gaze shifted to the man sitting next to him. A black-booted foot relaxed on the footrest of the stool, tight black jeans clung to muscular legs, and a black and silver belt wrapped around a narrow waist. Her mouth watered at the sight of his muscular chest peeking from the opening of a black Armani shirt with the sleeves rolled past his elbows, and one hand rested on his thigh while the other held a rose. Steph noticed his quick glance at the other man before awkwardly turning to face her. She couldn’t help but smile at his expression. So sweet, like a devil with an angel’s face. With assertive strides, she crossed the room, her eyes never leaving his. “Hunter Mason?” She reached for the rose. “Miss Johnson?” His voice squeaked like a teenager’s and a red flush spread across his face as he slid off his stool. “You are sweet.” She took his hand as he helped her settle onto the seat he’d vacated. “Call me Steph.” He nodded toward the man next to him. “This is my brother, Jason.” “Pleased to meet you, Jason.” She offered her hand toward the man with the overbearing presence. “Likewise.” He gave her a firm handshake then turned to his brother. “Well, Hunter, I’ll leave you two alone. You know where to reach me. Think about what I said, bro, you can have it all.”

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Jason gave his brother a firm slap on the back and strode toward the casino. “Wow! He’s an icicle,” Steph said after Jason left. “I think the temperature just went up when he walked away. I don’t think your brother likes me much.” “Yeah, he’s a cool cat.” Hunter chuckled. “He’s just overprotective and sometimes a pain in my ass, that’s all.” “Ah...you must be the baby of the family.” She nudged his shoulder. “The youngest of five.” He shifted casually toward her to avoid people walking past. “Do you have any brothers or sisters?” She ordered a glass of water with lemon from the bartender before answering him. “I have two older brothers. Both are cops.” “Yikes...scary guys. They won’t come and beat me up or anything, will they?” He laughed. “No.” Her red lips slid into a wicked grin that made his dick take notice. “I’ll dole out any punishment necessary.” Steph expected Hunter to make some wiseass remark. Instead she heard his sharp intake of breath as his eyes slowly closed then opened. Did the subject of punishment excite him? Her body hummed with eagerness. “I’ll try not to do anything to displease you, ma’am,” he teased, his voice thick and sultry. “Excuse me?” Fighting the urge to strip him naked just got harder. “I’m sorry, ma’am.” He flashed a wicked smile and continued toying with her. “I didn’t mean to offend you. You’re so beautiful, I can’t think straight.” “One, don’t call me ma’am; I’m not an old woman.” She lifted his chin with her fingers. “Two, you didn't offend me.” She slid to the edge of the stool to get closer. “And three, thank you.” “Hey, Stiff!” A loud, obnoxious bellow reached them from a group of men entering the bar. “Stiff Johnson!” She leaned back and rolled her eyes; she’d know that voice anywhere. Her life had depended on it more than once. Like bulls in a china shop, several men raced over to greet her with pats on her back and hard handshakes, and asked about her night.

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“Hunter, these are some of the knuckleheads I work with.” Steph introduced them and he shook their hands. “Knuckleheads, this is Hunter.” The men all spoke at once. “Hi, I’m Craig. Whoa, Stiff! You on a date?” “A real date? I’m Sean.” “Hey man, I’m Scott, and you’re one brave soul!” “Dude, I’m Robert. Are you crazy?” “That’s enough.” Steph slid off the stool to face them. “Don’t you boys have someplace to be right now?” “Oh! Come on, guys, we can take a hint.” Robert grinned. “We don’t want to scare her date away.” “Hell, she can do that all by herself.” “Girl, where you been hidin’ those boots? When you gonna wear ’em to work?” “Shut the fuck up, fellas.” Robert herded the group. “Let’s get over to the casino before all the good-looking women are taken.” The men left with an array of farewells none too soon and she climbed back onto her stool, shaking her head in embarrassment. Robert returned. “Oh, got room on the bird Tuesday night, if you wanna fly.” “Probably.” “Well, have fun, Stiff, and good luck, Hunter.” With a turn and a backward wave, he disappeared into the growing crowd. “Can you believe Las Vegas is protected by the likes of them?” she joked. “Stiff?” Hunter’s eyebrows raised in amusement. “Did they call you ‘Stiff Johnson’?” “I’m sure you’ve figured out I’m a cop.” She waited for her date to freak out at that information and start making wisecracks about handcuffs. When he didn’t, she continued, “We have a tendency to pick on each other’s names and that’s what they call me. The ball breaking keeps us sane.” “Stiff Johnson.” His smile lit up his eyes. “What an outrageous nickname for such a beautiful woman. They must be a lot fun to work with.”

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“Yeah.” Her face flushed as she looked into his eyes. “They are fun to work with. A couple of them have saved my ass more than once. Robert flies the police helicopter and lets me ride sometimes.” Stepping forward, Hunter grabbed the stool seat right next to her butt. Steph laughed nervously again. God, what is wrong with me? Giggling. I’m acting like a schoolgirl. She reached out to lay a hand on his forearm. He froze for a moment then slowly bowed his head, acting like a little boy caught with his hand in the cookie jar, preparing for a scolding. Despite his large, powerful form, an innocent aura drew her to him. His skin, warm under her touch, smelled like leather and spice. He had a military-like stance, hard body, stern chin, and drop-dead gorgeous eyes. Her body became aroused with the need to consume the tasty hunk of a man and she nearly drooled like one of Pavlov’s dogs. Hunter obviously had physical strength to handle whatever her imagination conjured up. But despite his overwhelming masculinity, he appeared to be kind, soft-spoken, and somewhat submissive. When she wanted something so bad she could taste it, she wouldn’t hold back from getting it at this point in her life. Lifting his head, the pleading hunger in his dark eyes and a large bulge in the front of his pants told her of his desire. Slipping her hands around his waist, Steph pulled him closer. His back ridged with hard muscle as he stood between her knees, his hands slowly moving to cup her waist. When a man would usually take such a moment to have his hands and mouth all over her, Hunter seemed to pause, allowing her to make the first move. Never in her life had she met a man with such self-control, as if waiting to do her bidding. Something about the man helped her drop her guard and relax. Perhaps the night would be perfect.

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Chapter Five “Do you want to kiss me?” Her breath brushed against his neck, inches from his ear. “Yes.” The scent of vanilla filled his head. “You do?” “Beyond a doubt.” He wanted to lick that vanilla off her body. “Why don’t you kiss me then?” “Because you didn’t ask me to.” “Why?” The look on her face told him of her bewilderment. “Am I supposed to?” Hunter frowned, perplexed again. Could it possible? Within moments of meeting Steph, his gut told him for certain he could trust her. This woman could wrap him around her little finger ten times over and she didn’t seem to know the power she held over him. Could it actually be possible she didn’t know about her dominant role? Only one way to find out. Stepping tighter between her legs, he grasped Steph around her nape with one hand and pulled her to him for a hard kiss. His tongue parted her lips and plundered her mouth. Instead of rearing back and smacking him, she leaned into the kiss and moaned. Exhilaration tore through him. A booted leg wrapped around his, heat radiated from her body, and he wanted to please her to the point she could only think of him. Never before had the drive to please been stronger. When her fingers slid slowly into his hair, her dominance kicked into gear. Fisting the hair she so lovingly stroked, she took the lead in the dance, leaving him breathless and weak. The moment he gave in to the feminine control, conflicting emotions battled. The desire to take her fought against the need to be taken. A draft of cold air passed between them when she broke the kiss. Massaging the back of her neck, he trailed kisses along its curve and nuzzled a soft cheek as he loosened his hold on her.

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“Wow!” She sat back, fanning herself, lips swollen from the kiss. “I think we need to slow down there, cowboy. Let’s cruise over to the restaurant. We can have some dinner and talk, okay?” “Sure.” The DJ began to play, people moved to the rhythm, and the crowd grew. Hunter took her hand and followed her lead through a throng of people to the quieter restaurant. Her ponytail swayed with her gait. Her long legs, tight backside, and muscular arms enthralled him. A hostess quickly found them a discreet table. Hunter pulled the chair out for Steph. When he sat down, she reached across the table and with a beautiful smile, gave his arm a squeeze. A simple gesture causing his senses to wake. Images of placing food on that delicate tongue excited him. “I’m new in town. What’s the best on the menu?” “Well, you’re in the right place. If you like beef, they have the best filet mignon with a mushroom and wine sauce. Oh, and get the garlic and thyme-roasted asparagus to go with it. To die for.” “Sounds superb!” He smiled. “I’m sure you have something in mind for dessert.” “Ignite-the-Flames-of-My-Desire Bananas Foster.” “What?” “That’s the name of the dessert.” Steph’s laugh rolled over him like a warm wave. “It’s rich with rum, creamy, and spicy with cinnamon. The waiter actually sets it on fire.” “Hmmm... sensual.” “Bananas, creamy, spicy, fire? Sensual? Sure.” She giggled then clamped a hand over her mouth. “Oh, shit!” “What?” “I never giggle. Why, I haven’t done that in years. I can’t believe it!” “Maybe it’s the company you keep.” Hunter couldn’t help but chuckle. They continued their friendly banter, discussing food until their meal arrived. He watched Steph cut her meat and take the first bite before he began his dish. Seeing delicious, red lips take the piece of steak off the silver fork with a flick of 13

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her tongue and straight, white teeth— simply sexy beyond reason. Visions of seeing her lips going down on him, her teeth grazing the head of his manhood, clouded his mind. “You said you were new here.” She took a sip of water and brought his thoughts back to the table. “Where are you from?” “Actually, I’m originally from here. I’ve been in New York since I got out of law school.” “My brother is a cop in New York City. I hope you never met him.” “I’m pretty sure I didn’t.” Hunter smiled, relaxing even more. “Law, you say? Are you related to the Morgans here? The law firm?” “That's my dad and brothers. I came back to join the firm.” “What made you come back?” “Um...they did.” Hunter shifted in his seat. “I needed to get out of the Big Apple and come back to my roots.” “A little fish in a big pond.” She tilted her head. “Coming back here to the family firm is like going back to being a big fish in a big pond.” “I don’t know about that.” Hunter lifted his chin and laughed. “My dad is the big fish. My brothers and I might be classified as minnows. Fighting for every scrap.” “I have brothers. Trust me, I know.” She rolled her eyes. “I also know how hard it can be growing up in the shadow of someone else’s reputation.” “So you and your brothers are cops. Your dad a cop, too?” “And my grandfather.” “Them’s some big shoes to fill,” Hunter joked as he continued to eat. “My mom, a retired army nurse, kept everybody in line. I guess you could say I had a stern upbringing, and at times, rather scary when bad business went down on the streets. But we were, and still are, a tight-knit family and try to get together for holidays and stuff.” “Family is important.” He leaned across the table, sincerely interested in her. “What do you like most about your job?” “I like the camaraderie with the other cops. There are a few women on the force, but I work mostly with men. They’re like brothers to me. We’re a team and 14

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watch out for each other.” She leaned forward to touch his hand resting below his wine glass on the table. “I think the best part is helping people and putting the bad guys in jail. Sometimes, it takes a lot not to beat the shit out of a perpetrator. I must add that going to the courthouse and watching the suspects get their prison time is a satisfying rush.” “Are you ever scared?” Hunter moved back slightly when the waiter refilled their glasses. “If I said I never got scared, I’d be lying.” She sighed, her eyes showing her vulnerability. “Going to domestic violence calls is the worst. You get there and the woman is beat up, all you want to do is beat the living shit out of the husband or boyfriend, but you can’t. Then, as you take the creep away in cuffs, she’ll come at you with a knife or flying fists for taking her man away. It’s crazy.” “That’s nuts. What do you do?” His eyebrows raised and he shook his head. “I mean, when you get angry like that, what do you do?” “You mean to get it out of my system? To blow off steam?” Hunter nodded. “I like to go to the gym to take out my aggressions and anxiety.” She picked up a piece of asparagus, held it between two fingers, and took her time eating. “I have a special love triangle with the punching bag and Slam Man.” His eyes narrowed as he watched her lips. “Slam Man?” “That’s what we call the floor-standing boxing torso. It’s flexible and great for all around stress relief.” Steph nibbled on the last mushroom cap then licked a drip of butter off her lip. “Sounds like fun.” Mesmerized, he mimicked her by running his tongue over his own lips. “I belonged to a gym in New York, but haven’t had time to join one here, so I just run every morning before the temp goes up.” “I’d love to take you to my gym.” She smiled as she stroked the stem of the water goblet. He lifted his fork with the final chunk of steak. “Will I get to meet Slam Man?” “Of course!” She sipped the water then sucked on an ice cube. His eyes tracked the way her lips wrapped around the ice. “Slam Man won’t get jealous, will he?” 15

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“He might knock you around if you’re not quick on your feet.” She tilted her head with a sly smirk. “Then I’ll have to make sure I’m quick.” He laughed. “I’ll bet you’re strong enough to take on any criminal.” “Not all.” She lowered her eyes to her empty plate. “What’s really bad is when kids are involved. I try to watch out for them and comfort them until a relative or social services shows up. The poor kids get hurt the most; mental pain can be just as bad if not worse than physical pain.” Her voice didn’t hide her sadness. “You sound like you’re good with kids. Do you want some of your own?” “Isn’t that like a fifth date question?” she teased. “Well...I...uh....” he stammered. “It’s just a question.” “Yeah, I do. Someday. How about you?” “I’d love to be a dad. I’d even be willing to be a stay-at-home dad. I think that’s one of the reasons I came back, so I would actually have more time to commit to a relationship and family.” Steph simply stared at him. Placing her fork down, she reached out to take his hand. He clasped her fingers and delight shot up his arm when she smiled at him. “I just hope I find a woman who will accept me for what I am.” “What do you mean?” “Well….” He paused as if contemplating his words. “I’ve been submissive in relationships. I put my lover first in every way. I don't want to hide behind socially acceptable excuses; I want to live in complete trust and honesty. Daily discipline cuts away any flaws I have.” For a moment, their eyes locked in complete silence. His eyes stole her breath. Neither took a bite of food or drank. Steph noticed how easy they opened up to each other and sensed a shared longing. “You're a sub...like as in...?” She finally broke the stillness. The corner of his mouth tipped upward. She’d heard about Dominant/submissive relationships before. She’d seen the malicious side of sex many times during busts. Could Hunter be involved with such a dark world? Could there be more to it than what she knew? 16

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“Do you understand what I’m talking about?” Hunter’s voice turned soft, his eyes cast downward. “Yes...I think so.” Her mind wrapped around the concept. “Is your brother into it?” “Jason? Yes, he and another brother are both Doms.” “And you are a submissive?” she choked. “Was. Past tense. I think....” With his head bowed, he shook his head. “I’m not sure what I am anymore.” “I take it you aren’t involved, otherwise you wouldn’t be here.” He gave a slight shake of his head. “Were you involved in New York?” “I had my sub training there and was offered a collar of consideration from a Domme who showed interest in pursuing a potential relationship beyond a casual thing.” “Sounds like an engagement ring…er…collar.” “More like pre-engagement. An understood element within the code of the community I participated in.” He sighed. “For a year I wore it and at the end, we discussed things and mutually agreed we were not suited for each other. She took the collar back and here I am.” They paused while dishes were cleared. Dessert arrived and they watched as the waiter prepared the dish. He ignited rum and liqueur, gently shaking the skillet to spread the flames. After they’d subsided, he served the banana pieces on a plate with vanilla ice cream then poured the hot sauce over the wonderful delight. After the waiter left, Steph picked at the banana pieces and asked, “Did you love her?” “My Domme?” Hunter gave a soft grunt. “No. Love was never meant to be a part of our relationship.” “Well, that’s kind of sad.” “I suppose you can see it that way.” He focused on the creamy dessert “But you can have love without sex, and sex without love. Either way can be fulfilling.” “But if you throw love into the mix,” her voice was firm as she scooped the sauce and asked, “wouldn’t it be just that more enjoyable?” 17

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His eyes met hers. “Yes, and more devastating.” “You just have to be willing to take a risk.” She took extra care licking the ice cream off her spoon. “True.” His hand holding a dollop of banana stopped midway while he watched her finish. She sat back to digest her thoughts. After all, she often witnessed the unpleasant things in life as a police officer. She had seen a dungeon first hand and couldn’t fathom how one could find inflicting pain on another person such an enjoyable experience. On the other hand, perhaps a side she didn’t know existed. Maybe there were plenty of loving and fruitful D/s relationships out there. “I’m very attracted to you and find myself already trusting you. I believe what I feel.” Hunter put a fist to his chest. “You have a dominant personality. You are protective and disciplined. Look at the way you were raised and what you do for a living.” “You think I’m a Domme?” She laughed. “Is that what this is about? You want me to be your Dominant?” “No, no.” He hesitated. “I don’t know what I’m looking for.” “That makes two of us.” Her curiosity rose and she moved forward in her chair. “I always thought that…sort of thing had to do with spanking, whips and chains, and stuff. Hurting your lover for pleasure.” “It can if you’re into that kind of thing,” he said, his voice almost a whisper as he drew in closer. She placed her hand on his cheek and looked straight into his eyes. “Are you?” “Not at the moment.” He winked. “But with the right person and the right coaxing, I might be willing to sample things I’m not familiar with.” Steph threw her head back and laughed. Starting out as curious, happy, anxious then somewhat scared mixed in with a variety of other emotions, the dim flicker in her soul began to burn. There she sat with a man who participated in a lifestyle she only knew the fringes of, and he seemed willing to let her explore his world. This could be her one chance to discover what had been missing in her life. All the pieces started to fall into place.

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“Miss Johnson.” Hunter stood up, circled around the table and knelt beside her to take her hands. “I feel something special here, between us. I offer myself to you so we may explore this opportunity that has been given to us. Come with me, tonight.” “Hunter, I might lose control.” She released her hands to cup his face. “What if I hurt you?” “You won’t.” Closing his eyes, he rubbed her hands with his cheek before standing. Hunter is the cat’s meow! Sexy as hell, funny, with good family ideals, and looking at her with trust and admiration. She needed to open her life to something new. After all, something dynamic was happening between them and she didn’t want it to end.

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Chapter Six Pulling him into the empty elevator, Steph slid her arms around Hunter's neck to capture his lips. His hands slowly slid around her waist and up her back to support her as she wavered on tiptoes in the high-heeled boots. Taking a moment to give a tug at his lower lip, she continued exploring his mouth. During dessert, he’d answered her many questions and explained much of the secret component of his life. Impressed with how compatible they were, she was ready to take the plunge. The doors opened and he took her hand, leading her down the hall. She could hardly keep up with his long stride. Suddenly, he scooped her up and carried her effortlessly to his suite. Once inside, she slid out of his arms and stepped back to gaze at him. Everything else faded around her until only the magnificent man standing in front of her held her attention. Sex appeal coupled with willingness to satisfy equaled a very appealing combination in a one-night stand. His body radiated a power she wanted to tap. When he embraced her, their bodies fit together in a way promising extreme pleasure. Hunter lifted his arms out from his sides “Do I meet your approval, ma’am?” His dark eyes filled with lust before he focused on the floor. “Beautiful.” She ached to touch his skin. “I need to see more.” He began unbuttoning his shirt but she stopped him, stepped closer and took the buttons in her fingers. Working slowly, she admired every inch of skin revealed with her movements before caressing the smooth, tanned skin warm under her palm. His eyes never left the floor as she slid his shirt off broad shoulders. No scars, no tattoos, only perfection spread taut over impressive muscles. Splaying her fingers wide across his chest, she dipped her head to flick her tongue over a dark nipple. Hunter’s gruff intake of breath and rapid heartbeat

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were the only sounds she heard. Her nails dragged over his rippled abs and under the band of the underwear peeking out of his pants. His eyelids drooped as she loosened the leather belt and eased the pants off his lean hips. Her fingers slipped the boxers over his ass and she cupped the tight cheeks. Not a sound came from him as he stood stiffly with his eyes closed. “Slide off your shoes and step out of your pants,” Steph ordered as she shoved his clothing down to the floor with a booted foot. “I only wish to serve and please you.” His voice dripped with sex as he dropped to his knees in a submissive pose: head bowed with his hands behind his back. “Oh, you please me.” Willing to play, she grabbed the hair on the back of his head. “Stand.” Running her hands over his body, she admired the landscape of peaks and valleys. “So obedient.” Walking behind him, she bowed and ran her tongue from the dimple of his lower back upward to his shoulders, her hands kneading his butt. His skin quivered under her mouth. Sliding her hands along his ribcage, across his shoulders, and down his arms, she continued placing kisses and nips along his spine. With a hard slap to his ass, she grabbed his elbow and spun him around. His hard cock hit her hip as he turned; his eyes barely open as he kept them downcast. Standing in front of him, she ran her hands along his hips, over his ass and back around to grasp his erection, all the while watching his face for a reaction to her fondling. “Open your eyes, Hunter. Look at me.” With a tilt of his head, he lifted his face. She was momentarily lost when his passion-filled eyes met her gaze. “You have an exquisite body. Keep it this way.” She caressed his abs with a free hand while holding his cock in the other. “Yes, ma’am.” His soft reply came with a smile of satisfaction. “Tell me what to do.” “Go into the bedroom.” She reached down to the small purse resting on her hip and pulled out police-issue handcuffs. “Lie down on the bed.” 21

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Hunter moved into the other room and lay still on the bed with his arms at his sides, silently waiting when Steph walked into the room. His eyes focused on the ceiling, his erection jutting upward, and she thought his nakedness a tribute to the gods or a meal spread out just for her. Dropping her purse, she straddled him, forcing his cock to lay between her and his belly. “You have the right to remain silent.” She clamped a handcuff roughly onto a wrist and raised both arms over his head to hook around the headboard rails then attached the remaining cuff to his free wrist. “Anything you say can and will be used against you for my pleasure.” The room filled with heat, yet the only sounds were their breathing, the creak of the bed, and the rasp of her boots as they brushed against his legs. She slid her hands under his back and he arched, inviting her to taste him. She ran her tongue across his belly, pausing to nip at each ridge of muscle, testing his sensitivity along the way to his nipples. Even though he didn’t make a sound, she knew his reaction by his hammering heart and the tremor of his skin. Not wanting to miss an inch of skin, she took time exploring his chest and neck. His eyes still closed, he wore a smile as she nuzzled his neck and nipped at his earlobe. Parting her lips slightly, she placed feather-light kisses on his mouth, softly brushing his lips then pulling away to tease him with deeper kisses following. As much as she wanted to continue playing with his lips, she sought to explore the rest of him. Sitting back on her heels, she took a moment to admire her boy toy lying with his arms over his head, his breathing steady, hands cuffed to the headboard. She ran her fingertips across smooth, flawless skin taut over hard muscle. She dragged her nails over his body as she slid off the bed. He reminded her of a Greek statue she’d seen in another casino, enhanced. A work of art, as though he’d been sculpted by a master. Perhaps an ancient Greek god reincarnated. “Hunter, you are incredible. It’s a sin to cover this body with clothes.” Taking a few steps parallel to the bed, she followed the muscle lines down his long legs. Soft light from the bedside table glowed across golden skin. His smooth chest had only a small trail of silky, dark hair reaching his navel, while the black 22

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curls surrounding his erection were neatly trimmed and his sack shaved smooth. His dark features gave him a bit of a bad boy appearance. He moved slightly under her scrutiny, his body demanding her attention with the promise of complete satisfaction. His rough voice broke the quiet. “Permission to speak.” “Permission granted.” She smiled, feeling both silly and powerful when he spoke so formally to her. “If you open the top drawer on the left, there is a black leather bag.” His lids rose and he jutted his chin in the direction. “You might be pleased with what you find inside.” She opened the drawer and found a couple of black silk scarves. Lifting them, she ran the cool material across her arm and through her fingers then picked up a bag. Curious, she unzipped it to find water-based lubricants of various flavors, a whip, wrist and ankle cuffs, and a variety of toys guaranteed to give sexual pleasure. She couldn’t hold back a laugh. This man is a dream come true! After only being in his presence for a few hours, she was already closer to him than any other man she’d been with, comfortable with him in a secure sense, and drawn to him like a moth to light in a dangerous way. “Hunter, I think we are going to get along just fine.” She selected a few items. “I believe I’ve handcuffed the perfect man tonight.” He smiled. “I’m glad you think so.” “What do you want me to do?” “What...ever...you...want....” He spoke slowly. “I’m yours.” She liked the sound of that. “My private boy toy.” “Absolutely,” he growled. Her heart pounded. She wanted to box him up and take him home to keep forever. Power rose within her. Approaching his head, she bent down and took his mouth in a deep kiss then blindfolded him with the silk scarf. Running her hands along the sides of his body, from under his armpits all the way to his waist and across his thighs, erotic ideas swirled in her mind of what to do with him.

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She reached out to touch his rod. Soft yet hard, as if ancient silk wrapped across steel, slid under her fingers. She bent down and ran her tongue along the length to taunt him, and it jumped with her stroke. Perfect. Standing, she picked up her purse and fished out the key for the handcuffs then closed her fingers around it. In the other room, she found an ice bucket with a bottle of wine chilling. She dropped the key in one of the glasses and added some ice cubes. Popping the cork off the wine, she carried the bottle, an empty glass, and the glass with the key and sauntered back into the bedroom.

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Chapter Seven Hunter lay very still listening to every move and every breath Steph made, the blindfold making his other senses more acute. He heard her pour liquid into a glass and take a few sips. Ice rattled in another glass, then he jumped when drops of cold water dripped across his chest and his face. She followed with her tongue, licking every drop. Fire raced across his skin with each touch. She kissed him as she unlocked the cuffs holding his wrists to the headboard. “Roll over.” Without a word, he did as she commanded. She’d retrieved his set of ankle cuffs and interlaced them through the cuffs at his wrists. Hog-tied and at her mercy. “Hunter.” Her breath caressed his ear as she whispered, “I’ve put the key to the cuffs in a glass of ice. Once the ice melts, you can set yourself free. If you free yourself within an hour, you can perform any sex act on me you wish. If you can’t break yourself free, I expect you to perform any sex act I wish. Until then, you are my prisoner and will do as I say.” “Yes, ma’am.” Hunter’s heart beat with anticipation of such a game. Believing in his strong connection to this woman, his body came alive with her caresses. If only allowed one night with her, he would make it the best experience for both of them. He wanted to remember every moment with her. During dinner, he’d been amazed how alike they were and believed something dynamic happened between them. Now he simply wished to give everything he could. Her hands gently pushed him to his side, her touch burning his skin. A finger trailed from his face, down his neck, shoulder, and across his chest, intensifying his desire. Her tongue teased his nipple while her fingers pinched it. His body responded with need for more sensation, but he held still, his cock throbbing. Her fingers grazed his belly and down to grasp his sack. The tip of his dick jerked when a melting ice cube touched it. The ice and frigid water traced along his leg. When the heat of her tongue lapped the droplets, he

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forgot to breathe, his hips shifting in the direction of her touch, only to have her pull away. “Roll back onto your belly,” she directed. “Dry hump the bed.” Without hesitation, he rolled. Raising his hips, he imagined her under him, his hardness rubbing against the softness of her body. He repeated the movements, the motion slow and smooth. Soon, the soft leather fingers of his cat-o’-nine-tails flicked across his butt and thighs. She handled the whip with a natural grace, flicking it with biting swishes. Her hand touched his shoulder. He held still. A cool liquid dripped onto his back and the sweet odor of wine filled his nostrils as it spread across his skin. Warm lips touched his back, as her tongue licked the wine. She emitted a soft sound of delight. He couldn’t get much harder without exploding first and, being tortured little by little, he moaned his contentment. “You won’t come until I tell you” A simple order to be obeyed. “Get onto your back.” Hunter positioned himself as best he could in the restraints, his body on fire with a primal hunger. “Ah....” She patted his head. “You are a good little prisoner.” Quick swishes moved across his belly, temporarily cooling the air next to his hard-on. He’d never experienced such pleasure. He took a slow breath as her fingers wrapped around his shaft and pumped. He focused on obeying as her tongue licked droplets of pre-cum off the head. “Tasty,” she said in a sultry voice. Tails from the small whip slapped his thighs and he squirmed, calling upon all his control not to ejaculate. Steph grabbed the hair on the back of his head and tugged. Her mouth stole his as she yanked off the silk scarf. She drew away and his body ached for her. “Look at me, Hunter.” Moving into a more comfortable position, he watched as she unbuttoned her silk blouse to expose luscious breasts cradled in a pink bra. The material dropped off her shoulders. Dipping her head, she leisurely unhooked the bra and pulled it

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off to toss it onto the floor. Taunting him, she stepped closer, massaging the orbs. He wanted to bury his face between the pair and taste every inch of skin. With a wicked grin, she paused to pick up the glass with the key resting under the melting ice cubes. “Are you ready to try to escape yet?” She swirled the glass with a couple of fingers. He shook his head. He wanted to watch her a little longer. “What a committed prisoner.” She patted his head after setting the glass down. Caressing her breasts, she slid her hands down her rib cage and tucked her fingers inside the hot pants. With a seductive wiggle, she stepped out of the shorts. He gasped at the beauty standing before him, wearing nothing but thigh-high boots and sex appeal. His mouth watered with anticipation as she strutted toward the bed. Like mounting a horse, she threw her leg over him and straddled his torso with her back to him. Her hands ran down his legs and back up to grasp his rock-hard cock. It twitched in her palm. As her mouth went down on him, her glorious ass rose and he took the opportunity to lift his head and nip at a butt cheek. A moan in Steph’s throat vibrated against his dick in her hot mouth. He was determined not to come while Steph's tongue performed magic, instead he focused on her sweet taste and pleasing her. He wanted more and as he waited for the next command, he continued to nip and lap at her juices. Soon she bucked and cried out. Before he could lick her dry, she jumped off the bed. “Here.” She thrust the glass of melted ice toward him. Ah, so that’s what this is about. He smiled. “Just so I understand…if I get myself free within an hour, I can do whatever I want to you?” “Yes.” She stood before him, her chest heaving. Taking the glass from her hands with his teeth, he drank the water and caught the key in his mouth. Flipping the glass onto the carpeted floor, he shifted on the bed. While keeping his eyes on her, he dropped the key onto his belly and rolled. Within minutes he stood in front of her.

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Chapter Eight “I win.” His deep voice wrapped seductively around her entire body. Steph couldn’t move or take her eyes off him. His six foot-plus frame towered; desire and lust flashed in his eyes. His strong arms reached out and enveloped her, only to gently lay her upon the bed. Without a word, he lifted each leg, kissing and licking her skin while slowly removing each of her boots. She shuddered. “What are you going to do?” “Make you feel like you’ve never felt before.” He crawled across her. “Most Dommes don’t let their subs behave like I am. Are you going to punish me for my rebellious nature?” Maybe. “Show me what you can do.” She tapped a finger against her chin. “Then I’ll decide.” “Well, I did get out of my...uh... situation rather quickly.” His hands massaged her feet and her calves. “So, I can do anything I want.” “Then get to it!” Blood raced to each spot his fingers touched. “Ah... a little impatient?” He slowed his caresses while sliding his hands across her thighs. “You still can’t come until I tell you.” She wanted to sound aloof and bossy, but before she could respond, he covered her mouth with his. The kiss reached into her soul. Her back arched as his hand ran along her side. Never before had a man’s touch burned her as his did. Her mind blanked except the desire for him to take control of her. With a nibble on her lip, he pulled away to give the rest of her body well-needed attention. His large hands cupped her breasts, trapping the nipples between fingers, lips, and a tormenting tongue. Senses went into overdrive. His mouth traveled down her belly and he inserted a finger, then another, into her slick sex and she cried out with pleasure. “Beg for it, Steph,” Hunter rasped. “Please, Hunter. Oh, God, please!”

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“As you wish, my dear.” His mouth joined his fingers and her eyes rolled back in her head as he pushed her over the edge of sanity. While she floated back into her body, he drew away. Walking over to the drawer where the bag had been, he removed a condom. He stood beside the bed and dragged a single finger from her feet and across her body then paused to slide the condom on. Lifting the silk scarf off the bed, he slipped it over her head. Gentle kisses covered her face and neck. His large hands traveled over her body, his fingers touching her skin as if reading Braille. She pressed her body hard against him. “Beautiful,” he murmured. The bed shifted as he settled between her legs, while his lips worked magic on her neck. His fingers strummed her clit. She wanted him to overpower her. "You’re so wet." His tongue flicked her nipple as his hand smoothed across her skin from her thigh before cupping her breast. Pressing his hips closer, his cock moved against her. He eased in, driving her mad. She grabbed his butt to force him to fuck her hard, but he continued to torment her. Every stroke infected her with passion. I want more! Dragging her nails up his back, she screamed as a wave of ecstasy rolled over her. He held still while her muscles hugged his cock tight. “Oh... my...God!” "I didn’t say you could come." His voice was harsh in her ear. Steph gasped for air. Resting her hands on his slick arms, her muscles throbbed. Hunter began to plunge harder. “One more time...come with me....” he panted. “Say my name...when you do.” A rough, demanding kiss claimed her as he thrust. Steph matched each one with heightened enthusiasm. She wanted him deeper. As if sensing her need, he slipped his hands under her butt and lifted her. Loving the deeper penetration, she arched her back and exposed her throat. Her hands gripped the bed. He stroked the skin on her throat, across her chest and belly to finger her already sensitive clit. 29

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“Oh...my….” She fought for breath. “Hunter...yes!” Planting her heels in the mattress, she soared higher than she’d ever thought possible and gripped his cock inside her. “Take me with you,” he growled in her ear. He pushed deep and she met him at the pinnacle. Her body shook; his power matched and entwined with hers in a volcanic eruption. “Steph!” More of a deep groan, his cry ended with a soft, “Mine.” He collapsed against her but remained connected, and not ready to let him slip out, she slid a leg over his to hold him in place. Removing the scarf, she gazed at her lover. Sweat plastered dark tendrils of hair on his face and he lay with his eyes closed. Steph removed the hair from his face and his dark brown eyes opened. “Mine.” She smiled, her heart stuck in her throat. Reaching to clasp her behind the head, he kissed her thoroughly then rolled onto his back, taking her with him. With a gentle wiggle, she let him know she wanted another round. He growled. "You are insatiable, woman!"

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Chapter Nine Rising slowly from sleep, Hunter reached out to the other side of the bed only to find it empty. His eyes flew open and he shot up, glancing around. The clothes he’d hurriedly stripped off the night before lay neatly folded on the chair across from the bed. “Steph?” No response. Disappointed, he rose from the bed and slid on his boxers. Checking the shower, he found it empty and tidy. Looking around the suite, he found no sign of her or what they had done. All of the toys had been packed away and placed in the dresser. Yet something caught his eye on the bar. The opened bottle of wine stood next to two wine glasses and a single red rose petal. He lifted it to his nose, hoping it would make her reappear. With a sigh he glanced at the time and couldn’t believe how late he’d slept. Slowly he padded into the bathroom and turned on the shower. While waiting for the water to heat up, he sat on the edge of the Jacuzzi tub, reflecting. An incredible woman helped him see himself in a new light. He enjoyed giving her pleasure in a way he’d never experienced before. When he took control and she offered herself to him, her gratification left him craving more. However, it was only one night and he’d known that when he’d engaged Madame Eve's services. He’d experienced the best sex of his life, but Steph had done something to his heart. He wanted more from a woman he would probably never see again...unless he got himself arrested. Laughing to himself at the thought, he shook his head. A lawyer doesn’t want to tangle with the law, and besides, his brothers would kill him. He would simply have to figure out how to find her. After all, how hard could it be to find a sexy, lady police officer in Vegas? After showering, Hunter headed down to the firm to start getting his new office organized. He’d brought only a couple boxes of personal items from his New York office and they were still in the trunk. Perhaps working on organizing a

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client list and spending the day with his brothers would take his mind off her, but he highly doubted it. While driving, a police car with flashing lights sped past him only, to pull in front of his car and force it off the road. Two more cop cars pulled up, one alongside, the other behind. “What the hell?” Confused, he watched an officer from the first car step out. Dark blue uniform, starched and pressed. Stiff and intimidating. “Excuse me, sir.” Hunter saw his reflection in the officer’s sunglasses. “Driver’s license and registration, please.” “What is this about?” He frowned and handed him the documents. There’s something familiar about this officer. “Hey, do I know you?” The policeman didn’t answer, but walked to the car parked behind his. In the rearview mirror, Hunter noticed the driver get out of the car. They both approached and he slunk down in his seat. To his surprise, one continued past while the other stopped. Glancing up, he immediately recognized those luscious lips as they smiled down at him. The officer handed him his license and registration and what appeared to be a ticket. Opening the paper, he found he wasn’t holding a ticket, but an address. “Instead of incarceration,” the officer spoke in a serious tone, “you need to report to this address for community service.” “Community service, ma’am?” “Yes. It’s a community of one, in desperate need of your service.” “Desperate, huh?” “Actually, desperate is the wrong word.” Her ruby red lips parted into a sexy smile. “I would say your service is of the utmost importance to this serious task.” “What task would that be? Does it involve handcuffs?” “Ah...you might have to take a risk to find out. It is critical that you report to this address at eight o’clock tonight for further information.” “I will most certainly be there, ma’am. Nothing, absolutely nothing will keep me from being there.”

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The officer began to turn away, but stopped. Taking off her sunglasses, she leaned in to kiss him, her warm mouth demanding and echoing his own need. He reached his hand to cup her head. “Oh, Mr. Hunter Mason?” Her voice softened as she stood back up and replaced her sunglasses. A soft breeze moved her blonde ponytail. “Yes, ma’am.” He flashed a grin. “Bring the silk scarves.”

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~ABOUT THE AUTHOR~

Romance author and Artist Mary Quast lives in a log home affectionately named "Camp Run-A-Muk" located in the woods of Michigan with her husband, three sons, and a collection of animal family members. As a professional artist, Mary Quast answered the call to express herself creatively. With her descriptive writing style she has developed a knack for creating passionate characters and realistic settings. These features are prominent in her published novels of the "Soul Series". When she’s not busy writing contemporary romance novels, novelettes, and short stories, Mary doles out sensual tips and yummy eye candy on her blog “Romantic Interludes” where her Thursday Thirteen lists have earned the nickname of “Dr. Ruth of the Blog World”. She also can be found lecturing college classes on the importance of Journal writing.

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