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410 pages, Kindle Edition
First published August 19, 2014

From the moment he'd seen her all those months ago, he'd been utterly fascinated. She was a mystery to him. Closed off, with more barricades around her than he could count, she still pulled him in the minute she walked inside a room.


What?"
"That's my requirement for protecting you. I don't want money. You'll sign a contract making me your Master or I can call your brother-in-law back. How is the broccoli beef? I've never tried it before. Would you like some wine?"
...I'm not going to take your virginity because you're curious. I'll take it when you can't think about anything but me. I'll take it when you cry out my name and tell me there's no other man you'll ever love the way you love me. Then and only then will I take what belongs to me.
Oh, my god."
"No. You say my name when I'm fucking you, love. Say it. Say 'fuck me hard, Simon."



“Simon hauled himself onto the ramp, standing gracefully and straightening his tie. The fucker even swam in a tie. He slicked back his hair and sounded as though he’d come for tea instead of just drowned a man. “Sorry I’m late.”
Ian pointed at him. “You I like.”

“You’re my type. I didn’t know I had a type until I met you. Now I know what I need. I need a Brit who’s half aristocrat and half cowboy. I need a man who carries a full three-piece suit in his bug-out bag. I need a man who craves afternoon tea and thinks any Scotch under fifteen years is a travesty.”
“From the moment he'd seen her all those months ago, he'd been utterly fascinated. She was a mystery to him. Closed off, with more barricades around her than he could count, she still pulled him in the minute she walked inside a room.”
“Do you understand what a fucking brat you are?”











He only wanted one woman. He had since the moment he’d seen her.
-- Simon Weston







