Shelli

“Who do you think taught me the tricks of the trade, so to speak?” I paused. Then, suddenly, it all became clear. “OMG!” I looked directly at Even. “You’re the Master?” He bowed his head. “That’d be me, sister dear.” Beyond dumbfounded, Nik leaned down and queried, “You’ve heard of him before?” Renée answered, “Who hasn’t? He’s known in at least six States.” Still, I sat there with my mouth gaping open and stared in shock. Alex added, “Yes. It’s questionable if the clubs are legal.” Even fired back, “That’s what I have you for. To make sure I toe the very gray line.” I finally found my voice. “So, you’re the teacher?” I”
― Lora Ann, Branded

“I fucking want to do things Mercy. I want your pleasure, but God, I want your fucking pain,”
― Lucian Bane, Beg For Mercy

“I didn’t call you here to bust my chops.” I clarified, “I need some advice.” He sarcastically replied, “Awesome. How may I assist the almighty Nik Strand?” “Fuck you,” I said with no heat. My brother knew how much his opinion mattered to me. He laughed, “No, thanks. I’m really not into that sort of thing. Besides, incest is illegal,” he pointed out. “Hardy”
― Lora Ann, Branded

“The gut wrenching howling as they informed me, “dead on arrival. Baby could not survive outside her mother’s womb.” Every finite detail of the worst night of my life played through my mind in HD Technicolor. Somewhere in the haze between past and reality, I heard a soft voice. “Nik? Can you hear me? Come back, you’re scaring me,”
― Lora Ann, Branded