Author Override: Cherise Sinclair

 

Author Override is the place where authors take the reins and take you on a journey into their world. Some may allow you into their private writing dens. Others may take you along with them on research trips or interviews. Whatever the case may be, sit back, relax and enjoy the ride because here you’ll get an in-depth look into an author’s musings.

Today our resident redhead, Suzanne shares an interview she did with Master Sam and Master Cullen of Cherise Sinclair's Master of the Shadowland series. It seems like these guys are too good to be true. Check out what went down!

 

CHERISE SINCLAIR

*Note: This interview was conducted a few years ago, before Lean On Me was written

Sam grinned as a new woman entered the main room of the Shadowlands and froze. New members invariably stopped about two steps in from the door. What had caught his attention when he first came here? The enticing sounds of pain? Maybe the scent of sweat and leather with an undertone of sex? Or simply the sight of submissives restrained on crosses, on spanking benches, and from chains and ropes. That had been many years ago, and the Shadowlands hadn’t been his first BDSM club.

It was probably the best though.

To his left, a woman being caned by her mistress screamed, her agony and orgasm mingling together in a fine broth. Nice.

 At the door, the new girl worked up her courage and approached the bar where Sam sat. He sipped his water—some of Z’s fancy shit with bubbles—and considered her. Pretty, but younger than he preferred. However, the big blue eyes were gorgeous as was the red hair, long enough to wrap around his hand. Her fair, fair skin would mark up nicely. Tempting. His usual submissives had kept him busy enough that he hadn’t played with anyone new in a while, but they gone to attend a convention.

“Hi there,” the redhead said. Her Britsh accent was a surprise, her forwardness even more so. “Z sent me. I’m looking for Master Sam.”

 “You found him, girl.” He set his drink down and waited, letting the weight of silence flatten her slightly. Her weight shifted as her assurance diminished.

He gave her a long appraisal. She’d gone for the secretary look with a thin white blouse that begged to be ripped off…or shredded. He had a whip he preferred for that…although a knife was often more fun. The tight black skirt wouldn’t cushion a blow at all, and her high heeled sandals had buckles from the toes to above her ankles. The security guard must have liked them or she’d have been barefoot.

“What’s up, Sam?” Cullen leaned an arm on the bartop and surveyed the chit. “You two going to play?”

When the color rolled into her cheeks, Sam chuckled. “She said she was looking for me, but I don’t think she meant to play.” Testing, he wrapped his hand around her upper arm and watched her color deepen. Very, very aware of him. But was she up to his speed? His needs? He closed his fingers more tightly, squeezing her soft flesh, watching her lips part and her eyes dilate as the pain hit her. He could almost smell the need radiating off her. “Then again, we might do some talking.”

Her eyes held a touch of anxiety, and he released her, rubbing the dents from her skin. “Easy, girl. Nothing happens to you without your consent. Now tell us why you’re here.”

He smiled at the fearful, aroused way she watched him.

Cullen gave him an amused glance and took her hand. “Ignore the sadist, love, and tell me what’s bothering you.”

“I’m Suzanne with Under The Covers blog, and I-I’m here to do an interview.”

Hell. That wasn’t what he considered a good beginning to a play session.

Cullen groaned. “Another one? Who did Z single out this time?”

Her gaze turned to Sam. He could imagine her big eyes as she begged, how tears would roll down her round cheeks. But a damn interview? She looked back at Cullen. “If you’re Cullen, then Z said you were supposed to help.”

 “Figures,” Cullen muttered.

“Well.” Suzanne straightened. Having drawn the lines, she obviously felt more in control. “First question. What’s the sexiest part of a woman?”

Cullen blinked.

Sam decided the bloggers must suck down a couple pitchers of margaritas when deciding on interview questions. But this topic had possibilities. “Her brain.”


WHAT KIND OF answer is that? Suzanne froze as the silver-haired Dom leaned forward. His callused hand curled around her jaw in a ruthless grip. When he pinned her with ice blue eyes, she shivered at the dark promise in them.

 “It all starts in the brain, girl,” he said, his rough voice sandpapering over her skin. “If I hauled off and slapped you, that wouldn’t be fun at all, would it?”

"N-no." He wouldn't, would he?

He leaned toward her, his hard face taking up her entire field of vision. “But, what if I tell you that I’m going to strip you of your clothes and then strip you of your defenses. That I intend to tie you to a post and…hurt you?”

All the air was gone from the room and what was left had turned the temperature of a sauna. She couldn’t look away from his pale eyes.

 He released her, leaned back against the bar stool, and his lips curved slightly. “The brain is sexy, girl. Once I have your mind, I can do…anything…”

Do it. Do it. Her legs weren’t buckling, and she shakily slid onto a bar stool. Don’t talk to him. Don’t look at him. She turned to Cullen instead, realizing he wore the gold armband indicating he was a Master of the Shadowlands. Like Master Sam was. Interview. This is for work. “What is one essential thing a Dom should have? A must-have item.”

“Control,” said Master Sam at the same time Cullen said, “An imagination.”

“But…” They were deliberately screwing up her interview. “I meant like equipment. Or toys. Or a flogger or something.”

Cullen’s laugh was loud and full-throated; Sam’s chuckle like the grinding of a cement truck. “Now, see, a Dom can have some favorite toys and that’s all he plays with,” Cullen said. “I enjoy a variety, and no matter what I have, whether it’s a toybag full or things I grab from the bar"—he took a clamp off of a potato chip bag—"it’s what I do with them that’s the fun part.” His gaze slowly traveled down her body, and she realized her nipples tingled, almost begging for that horrible looking clamp. Dammit, I should have worn a bra. He gave her a slow smile that was almost as terrifying as Master Sam's.

 “Well. Okay.” She crossed her arms over her chest. “How about your favorite safeword?”

Master Sam smiled at her. “Ow is always a fine word to hear—but not for a safeword. I prefer whatever a submissive can remember. Sometimes I have her use her name—when all else goes, she might remember that. Might.”

When all else goes? Every word he said was a low threat, and her body craved him, craved whatever he wanted to do to it. And how am I ever going to write this up as an interview? Her readers would run. He was a sadist; oh, he really, really was. Every time she shivered, she saw him drink it in.

Talk to Cullen. He was much safer. “Master Cullen, what’s your favorite toy?”

The man was huge, muscular, powerful, and he gave her a look as compelling as a hard yank. “A woman. Far better than a stuffed bear in bed, much more fun to play with.”

Oh, hell, he wasn’t any better than Master Sam. She looked back at the older Dom—as deadly as Cullen was powerful. “What is it about the lifestyle you find the most appealing. Rewarding?”

Master Sam smiled slowly. He took her hands and opened them, palms up. Her skin heated from the roughness of his fingers. “Rewarding is when a submissive opens her mind and defenses, when she offers her trust. When I can reach down and pick up the reins…” He brushed her palms, curling his fingers around an imaginary rope, and she felt as if he pulled her toward him. “When she trusts me to take what I need—and to give her what she needs. Even if what we both want will make her cry.”

 Cry? The word reverated through her, melting her insides, setting up a pulse of fear. Of need.

As she stared up at him, he fisted the front of her shirt and lifted her to her feet. “Do you want to use Suzanne as your safeword?”


Pick your poison - Cherise's cocktail recipe
The Mojito—Ernest Hemingway's favorite drink and perfect for summertime

Ingredients- If you're going to make a few, do it this way: take 1 cup of sugar and 1 cup of water and boil until the sugar is dissolved. (makes "simple syrup")
10 fresh mint leaves.
3 tbsp of fresh lime juice (or ½ a lime)
2 tbsp of simple syrup (depends on how sweet you like it)
2 oz of light rum About 1 oz club soda or seltzer

Chill a tall, thin glass. Put in the mint leaves and lime juice and muddle (smash, don't flake or cut). Add sugar. Crushed ice almost to the top of the glass. Pour the rum over it. Splash in club soda or seltzer. Toss in a slice of lime if you want. Happy summer to you!

Blurb for My Liege of Dark Haven:

Threatened by university cutbacks, Professor Abigail Bern’s only hope is to publish a provocative research paper--soon. Planning to covertly observe behavior in the notorious Dark Haven BDSM club, she takes a receptionist job. When the owner calls upon her to assist in a demonstration, she’s appalled. Then fascinated. Under the unyielding hands of the master known as my Liege, she discovers a need to be more than an observer.

His late wife had been the center of his life, and Xavier Leduc wants no other. But when his new receptionist does her utmost to keep an emotional distance from him, he’s intrigued and digs deeper. She’s adorable. Intriguingly intelligent, beautifully submissive, sweetly vulnerable. He soon realizes her defenses are keeping her on the fringe of her sexuality--and her life. As he draws her into fuller participation, she unconsciously does the same for him. She begins to fill his world.

Ever since the night she met my Liege Xavier, Abby has questioned everything she believes about herself. She’s falling for the stern owner of Dark Haven and thinks he’s beginning to care for her...until the day he learns why she’s in his club.

Non-edited excerpt for My Liege of Dark Haven
Release date: August 28th, 2012 from Loose Id

"Abby, since we've not played together before, you tell me if something is getting to be too much," Master Xavier said.

 It's already too much. Abby looked over her shoulder at the owner of the club. White dress shirt, black silk vest, black jeans, black boots. Definitely in the tall, dark, and handsome category, only the words seemed insipid compared to the reality. The wide muscular shoulders turned tall into dangerous. His skin held the darkness of Native American ancestry, and the long black braid down his back was a definite statement. Very handsome, with European chiseled features that went well into hard-edged.

And scary. But she couldn't back out. She doubted the man had a benevolent bone in his body. Quite obviously if she didn't "assist," she'd be out the door. She sure hadn't thought her participant observations would include real participation. A shiver ran through her.

He glanced up, and the sun lines at the corners of his eyes crinkled with amusement. "Easy, Abby. The club safe word is red and if you use it, play stops immediately. Say it loudly, and a dungeon monitor will show up to make sure you're all right." Holding her arm firmly, he wrapped what looked like wide packing tape around her right wrist a couple of times, and she realized the material wasn't sticky.

"Red. Got it."

 "Abby," he said. "I daresay you know how to address a Dominant in this setting, especially the one working with you."

The uninflected reprimand made her flush as if she'd been caught cheating off someone's test paper. "Yes, my liege."

He didn't rant but nodded acceptance.

Despite her relief he hadn't lost his temper, anxiety thrummed in her ears as he pulled her other arm behind her back and secured both wrists together. She closed her eyes and tried to pretend nothing was happening. She'd never been able to let Nathan put her in handcuffs. Why in the world was she allowing this stranger to restrain her arms?

 But she needed this place for her fieldwork. Needed to keep her job. Publish or perish. If she ever met the academic who'd invented that phrase, she'd shove his papers down his throat until he choked.

 "Abby."

She opened her eyes. Xavier stood in front of her, looking down. Why did he have to be so tall? His warm hands massaged her bare shoulders. "Any strain in your joints?"

 "No, sir."

He studied her silently.

She shifted her weight, trying not to think about her lack of mobility. If she didn't move, she wouldn't know--much like closing her eyes during gory movie scenes.

"Pull on the tape, Abby. How does it feel?" Her arms jerked involuntarily, and just like that she knew she was restrained. Couldn't defend herself. That her body was available to the impassive-faced Master. Alternating waves of heat and cold rushed over her as if she stood in front of a rotating fan. She pulled harder, and panic squeezed her throat.

"Easy, pet." He cupped her chin with one firm hand. His fingers curled around her arm, creating a warm place on her skin. His movements showed how easily he could touch her…yet the contact was comforting. Settling. "Eyes on me."

Panting she looked up and into eyes the color of darkness, but the specks of golden-brown made them warm, not cold.

 "Good girl." He stroked his thumb along her jawline. "You know you can't escape, but I'm not going to do anything you won't enjoy. We're here in a public place, and you have a safe word that will summon every monitor in the dungeon. Now slow your breathing down before you hyperventilate."

Oops. His gaze never left hers as she pulled in a measured breath and let it out.

"Better. Another." His grip on her upper arm was unyielding, but not painful. A man's hand.

Why did his touch seem different from Nathan's? Why didn't she get that horrible dread?

"Little fluff, I want you to remember how you're breathing now. When I tighten a clamp, it will hurt for a few seconds. I want you to inhale through the pain like you did with your fear."

"Pain? But--"

 "Do you get flu shots?"

 "Yes." When his eyebrows pulled together, she added a hasty, "My liege."

 "This is the same level of pain, although people rarely get turned on by vaccinations. Whereas nipple clamps…" A crease appeared and disappeared in his cheek.

She nodded to say she could handle that much pain. But could she handle these disconcerting flares of heat? Her nipples actually tingled as if anticipating the touch of those powerful fingers.

Was this the kind of thing Nathan had wanted to do with her? Guilt pressed on her chest. Considering he had dumped her, she shouldn't feel as if she were betraying him. But she did. And she'd let a complete stranger restrain her. Alice had fallen down a hole into Wonderland; Abby had fallen into quicksand and was sinking fast. What am I doing here?

Xavier hadn't moved, was simply watching her. "What's the matter, Abby?"

 "I don't know you at all. You're talking about…"Nipple clamps. "I don't know you."

"I see." His hand was still curved around her upper arm as he moved closer. With his fingers under her chin, he lifted her face and gave her a light kiss. His lips were firm but velvety. Gentle. How could someone with such a merciless face kiss so sweetly?

When he lifted his head, she whispered, "Why did you do that?"

His aftershave was totally masculine with a hint of the exotic, like a pirate who'd visited India. He stroked his thumb along her jawline, his lips only an inch from hers. "Because I can," he whispered back. Then he smiled. "Because I'm going to be touching you much more intimately in a moment."

 Heat roared through her at the thought of his hands…elsewhere.

"Think of this as an introduction. I'm Xavier." He covered her mouth with his, and it wasn't a gentle, sweet kiss any longer. He took her lips, demanding a response. When she pulled at the restraints and gasped, his tongue swept in. She couldn't move, couldn't escape, and…

 He stepped back, grasping her arms to keep her steady. Ravished by only a kiss, she stared at him. Her lips felt swollen, and she ran her tongue over them.

A flicker of heat lit his eyes, followed by amusement. "Are we better acquainted now?"

Her voice came out sounding as if he'd strangled her instead of kissing her. "Yes, my liege." If he introduced himself like that at a faculty party, the floor would be littered with swooning academics.

"Very good." With far-too-competent hands, he undid the first hook on her corset. As he worked his way down, his long fingers slid between her full breasts, brushing the insides. Each undone fastening exposed more of her body, and coolness wafted over her damp flesh. When he finished, he set the corset to one side, leaving her bare from the waist up. She bit her lip. Really, this is nothing. In France, beaches were filled with women wearing no tops. Not that she had joined them, but… She took a mental step back. Observe. With a determined breath, she checked out a noisy spanking in the center of the room.

A warm hand cupped her breast.

She jumped, tried to pull away. "What are you doing?" He grasped her arm with his other hand, holding her in place. "Did you think you could get clamps without being touched by the Dom?" Even as he spoke, he stroked her breasts, one then the other. His palm was callused, slightly abrasive. His thumb circled the areola, and her nipple bunched hard enough to create an ache.

She tried to dissociate, to observe the other scene.

"Eyes on me, Abby." The softness of his voice didn't negate the command.

 The intensity of his gaze sent a shudder up her spine. He tugged on her nipple, and she inhaled hard at the reverberating sensations--the rush of pleasure at his touch, echoed by another in her groin.

"You have beautiful breasts."
Cherise Sinclair
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Dominant Males, Sizzling Tales Author of the Masters of the Shadowlands series

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DOMS DUNGEON: Master Marcus

Today Master Marcus from Cherise Sinclair's MAKE ME, SIR owns the UTC dungeon. 

MASTER MARCUS

Her job is to make his life miserable. His job is to make her submit. Whose heart will surrender first?

Across the country, rebellious BDSM submissives are being systematically kidnapped, one from each club. When her friend falls prey to the slavers, FBI victim specialist Gabrielle volunteers to be bait in a club not yet hit: the Shadowlands.

She finds that being a bratty sub comes naturally, especially when she gets to twit the appallingly conservative Master of the trainees. But she soon discovers he's not as stuffy as she'd thought. Or as mean. She'd expected punishment, even humiliation, but she sure never expected to fall in love with a damned lawyer.

Courtesy of a prima donna ex-wife, Marcus loathes disobedient submissives. When the club owner insists he admit an incredibly bratty trainee, he's furious. But as he comes to know Gabrielle and sees the alluring sweetness beneath the sass, he starts to fall for her.

Unfortunately, Marcus isn't the only one who believes the feisty redhead is a prize worth capturing. And in the world of the slaver, such treasure is worth a hefty fee.

Publisher's Note: This book contains explicit sexual content, graphic language, and situations that some readers may find objectionable: Anal play/intercourse, strong BDSM theme and elements, violence.

Check out our review here

Why You Should Vote for Master Marcus...

I’m supposed to try and convince you that Master Marcus is the ULTIMATE DOM but I’m not really sure exactly where to start. I don’t know what makes up an Ultimate Dom, but I DO know what makes up a Master of the Shadowlands.
Being a Master is ...

More than getting inside a woman’s body. It’s about getting inside her head. Master Marcus coaxes an emotional recovery out of Gabrielle through the allures of BDSM, making her feel somewhat whole again. Even though Gabrielle plays the part of a bratty sub, Master Marcus has the ability to see past those carefully placed barriers. His tactic? A nice hard spanking :)

 “You want to count, Gabrielle?”
“One!” She sucked in a breath, made enough the words slid right out. “You asshole, one!” 

Assplay is an activity that all Doms like to partake in, but no one really does it quite like Master Marcus. His job is to teach new Doms and work with bratty new trainees who crave kink. But when a bratty trainee needs to be punished, Master Marcus doesn’t hold back and lets his imagination and wicked sense of humor fly. Things do not getting any hotter where ginger root is involved! He takes “hot stuff” to a whole other level!

Sex Toys – It’s obvious that boys like their toys but Master Marcus uses more than just the usual vibe or butt plug while playing. His imagination knows no bounds and he will use anything and everything imaginable to coax a screaming orgasm from you whether you want it or not. A floating pool swan, a tire swing and doggy ears and tail are just a few things he’s used. He is fun AND inventive! Can you say H-O-T!?

Trust – Any Dom can command a sub to come, but not every Dom has the power to use control and communication to instill trust.

“You...you sadist,” she gasped. He gently removed the vibrator, and she shivered at the cold, lonely feeling of being lost inside the clouds. 

His hands stroked soothingly over the tender area between her hips and thighs, his grip pulling her back to earth. “Easy, sugar. I’m here.” 

She met his gaze, and everything inside her melted like the wax he’d poured on her. I love you. 

Eye contact is very important to Master Marcus. You can thrust harder like you’re drilling for crude oil, but nothing penetrates deeper than when you have Master Marcus’s ocean blue eyes boring into yours as you fly off into orbit. I know I’d be helpless to those blue eyes.

Reverent touch – He has strong fingers that close around wrists, more trapping than any restraint. Yet a brush of his knuckles across your cheek is just as arousing, if not more. His hands have the power to make need grow. Whether you prefer the unyielding grip of his hands around your wrists or that delicate sweep of his fingertips on your collarbone, Master Marcus has that touch you desire, the one you crave.

The last two nights, he’d had a different smile: one that said he knew her, all of her – the possessive smile of a man who’d had a woman and intended to have her again.

Each time, even though she wouldn’t move at all, she’d yearn toward him. Toward his possession. No longer make me, Sir, but take me, Sir. 

All these things together make up one hell of a Master. But ONLY YOU have the power to make him the Ultimate Dom! PLEASE VOTE FOR MASTER MARCUS! 

Favorite Quote:

  “Do you realize how your body betrays you, Gabrielle?” he said in her ear as his finger circled her entrance. “You make all these defiant noises, but your body says, ‘Take me. Please.’”

-Ann from Under the Covers

Straight From The Source:

Annie couldn’t believe the Shadowlands’ security guard had made her fill out forms when all she wanted was to talk with Master Marcus. Me. Talk with Master Marcus. Her stomach clenched. Why did Francesca have to get sick before the last Dom was notified of his nomination? Didn’t she realize that Annie was shy? I’m going to make you pay, girlfriend.

Then again, she’d always wanted to see the notorious Shadowlands. Anticipation rising, she walked into the main room. At one a.m., the exclusive BDSM club wasn’t too noisy, although the equipment—spanking benches, St. Andrew’s crosses, whipping posts, cages—was in use. Stunned at the sight of floggers and canes and way too many naked, restrained people, Annie simply gawked.

Work. I’m supposed to work. The bar was in the center of the room. Annie rose on tiptoes to slide onto the bar stool and almost broke her neck looking up at the huge, craggy-faced bartender. “Hi. Do I give you these papers?” She set the papers in front of her.

“No, pet.” Despite his size, the bartender had a friendly smile. “Master Z will be around soon. Until then, what can I get you to drink?”

Something really, really strong. “How about tequila. A double.”

His eyes narrowed. “A little mite like you? Hardly.” A second later he handed her a single shot.

She took a sip. At least it was really, really good tequila. “Actually, I’m here to see Master Marcus.”

“That’s easy enough.” The bartender turned toward a cluster of men and woman. “Marcus. Someone to see you.”

The man who approached was tall, broad-shouldered, lean, and absolutely gorgeous. He was a prosecuting attorney, she knew. Bet he was lethal in a courtroom. Dressed in a gray pinstripe suit and a blue shirt that matched his sharp blue eyes, he intimidated the hell out of her.

Couldn’t he have been a little…homely? Her brain synapses were misfiring, and the rest of her body’s responses were truly disconcerting. His gaze swept over her, not in any sexual way, but when he finished, she felt ‘looked at.’ As if he’d seen past her appearance and deep into her.

When he reached her, he smiled. “I’m Marcus Atherton. What can I do for you?” He had a southern accent, and his slow, rich voice was compelling enough to make her heart skip a beat.

“I’m Annie.” She felt the heat rise into her cheeks. She’d dressed to fit in at the club, and Francesca had warned her about how annoyed they got if a submissive dressed up as a Domme, so her short leather skirt and leather bra was skimpy. Under Master Marcus’s intent gaze, it felt way too skimpy. “I… You see my…our…website. It’s called Under the Covers and…”

His lips twitched as if he were trying not to smile. “Don’t be frightened, sugar. Go on.”

“And there was a contest, and you were nominated as one of the four Ultimate Doms.”

“I beg your pardon?”

The bartender barked a laugh before giving him a serious look. “Actually, you deserve the honor, Marcus. You’ve been working nonstop with the trainees and teaching new Doms, as well. And every upset submissive knows they have a Dom who will help them.” He grinned. “They sure don’t run to Nolan or Dan.”

Marcus ignored him and turned to her. His eyes were an ocean of blue—and deep enough to drown the unwary. “Best you tell me what you’d need from me.”

“Uh…” She shifted uneasily. “If you could explain why you think you should win?”

He considered for a moment before shaking his head. “No, darlin’. If your readers want to vote, then they most certainly should do so without persuasion. I want for them to judge by what they’ve seen of each Dom at work, not smooth-talking on my part.”

“Oh.” Her hopes fell. Now she’d have to leave, and she’d only been here a few minutes. She really, really wanted—

“Now, just look at you, all unhappy.” He leaned a hip against the adjacent barstool, and studied her. “I have a notion you’d like to stay for a while.”

“Could I?”

Amusement lit his eyes. “Of course you may, sugar. Would you like to do more than stay?”

“What…what do you mean?”

He glanced at the papers in front of her and set his finger on the question where she’d marked ‘no’ to having experience. “I do enjoy teaching about the lifestyle. Giving newcomers a taste. Would you like to do a scene with me?”

Her heart actually stopped dead right in her chest. Do a scene? With the Master who had Shadowlands submissives begging for his use? How brave am I?

“Um.” Shivers started deep in her belly. “Yes. Yes, please. Sir.” She’d wanted this since the moment Francesca had dumped the assignment on her.

Master Marcus glanced at the glass in front of her and then at the bartender.

“She’s only had a sip,” the bartender said.

“Good.” He moved the drink away from her. “You drink alcohol after playing, not before.” After he flipped through the papers, his blue eyes pinned her in place with a knifelike punch of power. “No medical or emotional problems. You’re interested in bondage and light pain play—like spanking?”

She swallowed. Be brave, Annie. “Yes.”

“You haven’t been drinking nor had any drugs this evening?”

She shook her head no.

“I prefer verbal answers, darlin’.”

“No, sir.”

“Now there, that’s very pretty.” He ran his fingers through her short hair, sending a tremor through her at the simple touch. His hand curved under her chin, lifting slightly. Controlling her enough that her breathing went ragged. “Do you have a significant other or someone you should consult before doing this?”

“No, sir.”

After releasing her, he flipped to another page, and the sun lines at the corners of his eyes crinkled. “Did you miss this page?”

The questions about sexual activity. From the heat, she knew her blush had started at her breasts and worked its way up to her hairline.

Behind her, Cullen barked a laugh, but Master Marcus didn’t even smile. “I mean for you to tell me the answers now, Annie. Do you have any objection to your breasts being exposed or touched?”

Her mouth felt dry, but her nipples were peaking so hard they hurt. “That’s all right.”

“Very good.” He took her hands and warmed them; his thumbs made erotic circles on the back. “And your pussy, sugar? Can I expose it or touch it with my hands? No toys, not my mouth or cock.”

Touch…there? His voice was smooth and easy, as if he weren’t publically speaking of intimate matters. She stared down at his hands. Scars and calluses on the knuckles, more calluses on his palm. The lawyer had a fighter’s hands. He’d touch her with those powerful hands? “Okay.”

“Good enough.” He lifted her off the bar stool and steadied her when her legs wobbled. “Shhh. Nothing bad is going to happen. I’m going to be checking with you the entire time—and your safeword is red. Say that for me and tell me what it means.”

“Red.” She’d done her reading. “Red means everything stops.”

“There you go.” He smiled into her eyes, then closed his fingers around her wrists, trapping her. “When I put you in the stocks, you won’t be able to get loose. Like now—you can’t escape.”

She instinctively tried and couldn’t. Everything in her went melty and wet, and her breathing completely stopped.

His chuckle was deep, his smile warm. “Take yourself a breath, darlin’.” When she managed to pull one in, he nodded. “You’re going to enjoy the stocks, aren’t you?”

With her wrist in his big hand, he led her over to old-fashioned stocks. “You’re going to put your neck and wrists here.” He patted the carved-out places in the chest-high, horizontal board. “I’ll lock down the board on top so you can’t move…and you’ll be nicely bent over for me.”

She felt her arousal dampening her thong. He wouldn’t be able to tell, right?

“And then I’m going to lift that li’l skirt of your and pull down your underwear.” He stood close enough she could feel his body warmth. “What do you say to me?”

Oh no. Oh dear. Her voice squeaked out as if she’d been breathing helium from a balloon. “Yes, sir.”

In the lean, hard face, his grin was simply devastating. His hand curved around her nape in a unbreakable grip as she stared helplessly up at him. “After that, I’m going to spank you and play with you, and spank you harder and play with you until you’re either crying or coming—or both. Are you ready, darlin’?”

A Word From the Author:

Master Marcus told me that explanations from me would be neither welcome nor permitted. He feels that y’all shouldn’t be swayed by what an author says, but you should vote on what you know of the Dominant.

Since Francesca requested I write something (and she’s almost as demanding as Master Marcus is) I’ll take a different tack. Let’s look at what makes a great Dom?

First…is he really dominant right down to the core of his personality? Does he take joy in being in command and pleasure at the submission offered to him? When he grips your shoulder and he says something in that low voice, does the floor seem to drop a foot and your legs go weak?

Has he mastered himself before he tried to master another?

Is he fair—giving as well as taking? Compassionate? Understanding? Honest with himself as well as his submissive? Does he communicate before he tries to dominate?

Does he encourage more than discipline? Are his rules firm and consistent?

Is he patient? Even better, is he creative? ;-)

Does he give back to the BDSM community as well as enjoy its rewards?

Is he experienced, and has he taken the time and trouble to be damn good at what he does?

Any Dom worth his flogger can give pleasure. Does this Dominant get past defenses and push boundaries so the submissive learns and grows?

Is he humble enough that he’ll ask for help or advice when he needs it? On the other side, is he a role model for others?

Would you entrust him with your safety and your defenses…and your heart?

Hugs, my dears, and may you find and enjoy (and be enjoyed by) only great Doms,

~ Cherise Sinclair

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Master Marcus is every girls dream dom. He is hot, sexy, a bit arrogant and has a great sense of humor. He has all the right moves that will leave you panting for more. 

He is caring, careful, and loving, and works very hard to find out why his sub is acting out. 

I love everything about Marcus.

Note: We will present another Dom each day until on Day 4 we open up the voting.  

Review: To Command and Collar by Cherise Sinclair

 

To Command and Collar

(Masters of the Shadowlands # 6)

by Cherise Sinclair

I haven’t felt this way about a book since Sherrilyn Kenyon’s ACHERON. TO COMMAND AND COLLAR follows the same premise – a character suffers the cruel, soul-stripping torture of being a sex slave.

First off, I have to warn readers that this book is much more darker than any of the others in the series combined. Most of you would recognize the heroine in this book. Kimberly Moore is Gabi’s best friend, the heroine from MAKE ME, SIR. As you know, Kim was kidnapped and sold as a sex slave to sadistic men who get off on hurting women during sex.

Raoul, the sexy Hispanic Dom takes it upon himself to get into a special event for “damaged goods” where he finds Kimberly. Abused and scarred by her previous owner, Kim is now seen as a damaged product and is offered to Raoul for a discounted price. Raoul must play the part of a ruthless scumb in order to get Kim out. However, he finds that playing the part is more difficult than he can bear.

The amount of heartbreak in this book hits you right where you’re most vulnerable. Sinclair does a fantastic job of evoking emotion and sympathy for a woman who has endured horrific acts that would break any person.

Kim shows her strength countless times in this book and it’s hard not to shed some tears as you witness her journey. As I said earlier, this book reminds me of Kenyon’s well-loved character, Acheron. It’s their dealings with being a sex slave that squeeze your heart and make you ache with them.

I personally don’t have a preference for the BDSM slave lifestyle. That’s just not me, however this isn’t the first time I have read a book where a character wishes to be a slave 24/7. TO COMMAND AND COLLAR is one of the better ones I have read following this lifestyle choice. There were moments when I felt that Raoul was pushing Kim too hard. But in those instances, I had to remember that with the looming follow-up with the Overseer coming, Raoul was doing it for her own protection.

TO COMMAND AND COLLAR is Top Pick for 2011 for me. Sinclair gives Kim the book she deserves, showing her progression from a broken doll into a human being filled with life, something her abusers failed to see as they hurt her repeatedly.

If you are looking for a sizzling hot story that will not only heat you up, but touch your soul, then Sinclair delivers in TO COMMAND AND COLLAR. It’s a touching story that will leave you breathless and in tears, making sure it will make your own Top Reads of 2011!

 

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Review: Make Me, Sir by Cherise Sinclair

Make Me, Sir

(Masters of the Shadowlands # 5)

by Cherise Sinclair

Hold on, I’ll need a moment.

I’m still a puddle of goo after reading this book! MAKE ME, SIR is Master Marcus’s book and wow, where can I get me one of those?

Cherise Sinclair delivers yet another book that surpasses and goes beyond all my expectations! Never would have I imagined to read a story that uses the sensual allure of BDSM to coax an emotional recovery from a character quite like this.

Sinclair really goes above and beyond what most authors would do to accomplish not only steamy, earth-shattering sex scenes, but also delving deeper into the subconscious to mend old wounds that have lasted years and still haunt the heroine, Gabrielle.

As FBI social worker, Gabrielle volunteers to go into the Shadowlands as a decoy for a kidnapper who is abducting feisty subs and selling them for profit, Master Marcus has the task of teaching this difficult sub to surrender herself to him.

Master Marcus is unaware of Gabi’s assignment, so while she is truly submissive, she must play the part of a bratty sub to rouse Marcus’s anger on purpose, hoping to draw out the kidnapper and target her.

As this interesting - and sometimes hilarious – back and forth occurs between the hero and heroine, Cherise adds in the emotional element that makes a reader like me melt. How can I resist such a touching story?
I also thoroughly enjoyed the updates on the previous couples we’ve met from the others books. Reading about them is like seeing old friends. You can’t help but smile when you read about them.

There is some creative use of punishment in this book and I have to say that I enjoyed it thoroughly! The use of some items such as the ginger root, floating pool swan, tire swing and doggy tails were both hilarious and very, very creative! If that tease doesn’t get you to want to read this book, then I don’t know what else will.
The great thing about Sinclair’s books are that with each subsequent instalment, you know you are getting a story that will bring a blush to your cheeks, get that heartbeat racing and leave you satisfied and perhaps begging for me.

I highly recommend adding Sinclair’s books to your keeper shelf if you are a BDSM lover. Nothing gets better than a Shadowland Master!

 

 

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Review: Lean On Me by Cherise Sinclair

 

Lean On Me

(Masters of the Shadowlands # 4)

by Cherise Sinclair

FINALLY! Cullen’s book! Since the first book CLUB SHADOWLANDS , I have been interested in the bartender, Cullen O’Keefe for awhile. His presence throughout the series has made LEAN ON ME, one of the most anticipated stories so far in this series. I was so ready to dive into Cullen’s story!

Andrea has been mistaken for a Domme before. With her height and attitude, she can definitely pull it off. However, Andrea is a submissive at heart and it is now Master Cullen’s job to take this little tiger and tame the claws on this one. Andrea has had a taste of Master Cullen before she becomes one of his trainees in the club, so she knows that he isn’t the care-free easy-going bartender we know him as. He is still a strict Dom. Cullen’s job now is to master Andrea with a firm hand while Andrea needs to control her attack instincts before acting.

Cherise Sinclair takes another route in LEAN ON ME. Instead of the suspense subplot like in the previous book, the obstacle here is the heroine itself. Andrea has had a rough childhood so settling into a fight-or-flight mode is easy for her. Master Cullen teaches her to trust him slowly and have her realize that she doesn’t have to do things on her own all the time. She can ask for help.

Again, Sinclair does a fantastic job of building trust in a relationship. I’m always so fascinated in how she does this. She’s very skilled at what she does and it only enhances the story more.

Cullen was a great Dom. He was demanding, but not overly so. And I loved the fact that his personality still showed through even when he was using his Dom voice.

Sinclair delivers with another great book in the Masters of the Shadowlands series. LEAN ON ME mixes raw sensuality with the underlying basis of trust to make a story that readers can’t miss!

 

 

 

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Review: Dark Citadel by Cherise Sinclair

Dark Citadel

(Masters of the Shadowlands #2)

by Cherise Sinclair

Kari hesitantly steps through the doors of Club Shadowlands. As a teacher she isn’t the number one poster girl for a BDSM club, but that doesn’t stop her. She enters with her boyfriend, Buck. Though he’s a nice guy and they’ve done some BDSM stuff together, Kari doesn’t feel entirely safe with him as her Dom.

When they go for Beginner classes at Club Shadowlands, a fight with Buck leaves Kari regretting her decision to come even before the classes start. However, Master Dan is there to sort through the fight and lend a shoulder to Kari.

His caring and soothing voice comforts Kari and soon she finds herself in his arms, locked around her tightly. Cherise Sinclair does a fantastic job of making Kari’s initial fear come out naturally. If you’re interesting in reading some BDSM but are unsure of your comfort level, then I would recommend you read Sinclair’s work. She does a great job of easing a reader into wanting more in slow intervals and increasing the sexiness in increments so that it seems like a natural progression instead of a sex free-for-all.

I remember being surprised by the building of trust in Sinclair’s previous books. But reading DARK CITADEL, I knew she wouldn’t let me down. And wow, I just adore her ability to bring two people together- one unsure and scared about how sexy she should be and the other harbouring grief and loneliness after a recent loss. Sinclair hits it right on the spot. BDSM is about giving up your trust to someone else and Kari does that, completely and wholly. And it’s believable.

I’m dying for some Cullen loving, but I know I have a few more books to read before I get there. But I’m not complaining. If you love BDSM, then Sinclair is your girl. I promise you won’t be disappointed.

 

 

Review: Club Shadowlands by Cherise Sinclair

 

 

Club Shadowlands

(Masters of the Shadowlands # 1)

by Cherise Sinclair

BDSM Erotica

Whenever I ask for BDSM recommendations, I am told the same two words all the time: Cherise Sinclair. Curiosity got the best of me and I read an excerpt of this book online. I was instantly hooked and delved right into Club Shadowlands.

This is a novella so I was quite impressed by the story that bloomed between Master Z and Jessica. When Jessica finds herself stuck in her car in the middle of the storm, she seeks shelter in a private club for the night. Unbeknownst to her, she signs in without reading the contract which outlines what kind of private club it is. Soon, she realizes that she may be in over her head when she goes bug-eyed at witnessing scenes between Doms and their subs. Even more surprising is the fact that she finds something darkly sensual about it.

That feeling ignites when she meets Master Z, the owner of the club. Zachery is a great Dom. He’s potent man, just barely contained and you can tell he possesses a lot of power. I really enjoyed him. But perhaps what made him more desirable is the fact that he embraces the fact that Jessica is a more conservative person who isn’t used to this lifestyle. His patience with her makes me weak in the knees. And it’s their blooming trust between one another that makes me love this book the most. It’s a little baffling to see this development with such a short book, so I must give Sinclair a hand for this. Great pacing and character development!

I’m looking forward to reading the rest of the series. If this book is any indication of what to expect, then I’m in good hands.

 

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