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411 pages, Kindle Edition
First published May 12, 2013



"I thought he cared more about punishing the man who hurt me than he wanted to be with me."
“I can let go of the twenty-three-year-old idiot who didn't realize just how much he could love you. I can. He's gone.
I can let go of the man who was so tied up in his own guilt that he didn't really see you for years.
But I will never let go of the eighty-year-old man who will hold your hand until the day he dies.
I will fight for that old man. I will never let go of him.”


They had begun their marriage on an island paradise, and they'd made love on the beach and watched the sun come up. She'd looked out and the ocean had seemed as endless as her love for him. The waves never ended, their potential infinite, and she and Alex had seemed the same way.
Her love was still there, but their potential had died in a fury of blood and pain and guilt. They were shattered. Nothing could take them back to a time when they weren't.

"They think I'm a sweet little lesbian. It was easier that way. Until I met a Domme. She was scary and very aggressive, so now I'm a celibate lesbian because my lover died in a car crash and I can't get over her."
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"If you decide I'm not trustworthy, shoot me in the gut because it would be a real loss to mar my boobs. They're real, by the way. Night."


She needed her husband. God, she needed her Dom so badly.
-- Eve St. James
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Family, he’d discovered, was in the people a man collected along the way, the people who shared his life, like his precious wife.
“This is how my slave is to greet her Master. It reminds her always of her position. She is to serve me.” To love me. To give me a reason to live. To honor me with her trust.
Love—real love—required courage. It required her to speak out. It required her to fight for it.
At the end of everything—there was only love. And it was worth fighting for.