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156 pages, ebook
First published February 9, 2015
Was I excited or was I scared?
And given what I had realized about myself – and about us – did it matter which?
I turned and faced him, my fiancé and master, pressing my back against the door. Blood and warmth and want pooled in my core as I watched him watching me.
Because I was made to be with him. And if I ever had to leave him, it would rent me into pieces.

(#1) The Awakening of Ivy Leavold ➵ ★★★☆☆
I love the push and pull of their relationship. There are some times when Julian is so clearly in charge but then Ivy will turn the tables on him and it is truly delightful to behold. The mystery and intrigue surrounding Julian and his late wives (yes, wives) is a perfect counterbalance to the delightful debauchery of Ivy and Julian. I am dying to get my hands on the next, and last book.
Everyone who hasn't read this series yet read it! Like seriously, read it now.

“Back arched, dripping with my seed, begging me to take your ass. This, my future wife, this is the benefit of a good education.”

“I feel like you and I are one person, one soul split into two bodies, and when we’re joined like this, it almost feels like that spirit is whole again.”
“Yes,” he told me. “We were meant to be together. You were born to be Ivy Markham. I was born to love you. When I’m deep inside you, I feel my heart beat in tandem with yours. Can you feel it?”



“I want you to relax again. Be my wildcat, be my kitten. Purr and arch and let me pet you.”

“No gentleman grew rigid and thick at the thought of a woman sobbing underneath him.
But Mr. Markham did.”





“It’s time for your reward. What would you like?”
"I looked over to see Mr. Markham sitting in a chair across the room from the bed, his long legs stretched out before him, his green eyes watching me like a predator watches his prey. Intently. With ownership...Come here, Ivy, he commanded. When I reached him, he issued another order. Kneel."
"I turned, seeing a tall man with a striking face and even more striking blue eyes. Carved cheekbones, curved lips, smile lines etched around his eyes and mouth. He’d cut his dark hair short in the week since I’d seen him and he was in expensive evening wear rather than the more casual clothes I’d seen on him before, but I’d still recognize Silas Cecil-Coke anywhere."
“It was always going to come to this, I realized. It was always going to come down to his secrets, his mysteries, his guilt. And I loved him with every atom and molecule that vibrated in my body, but I couldn’t live with those secrets any longer. I would always love him, always want to be with him.”