"Imagine my forcing you to bring all of your secret fantasies to life. Have you lost your freedom, Madison? Or won it back?"
Thrust into a world of bondage and submission to uncover an abusive Dom in one of New York's BDSM clubs, undercover journalist Madison Garrett strives to maintain her freedom while training for her most challenging role. When she discovers her arrogant boss, Drake Williams, is the masked "Master D" training her, secret fantasies come to life and passions unfurl.
Drake chains her, trains her and makes her beg for his touch. But Madison bows to no man. When word of Madison's plans leaks out, submissives matching her description are brutally attacked. Drake has no choice. To save the woman who has enslaved his heart, he must take her training to the highest level.
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1 . I will read this one again!
Posted August 12, 2010 by Kers , Trinity, NCThis book had it all: D/s, suspense, romance, chills and loads of thrills. I really liked the characters a lot. It was worth the money big time. It was edgy without being disturbing or over the line. What happend fit right into the story line. A great read. I can't wait to read more from Doreen Orsini. She has strong alpha males and the characters lept off the pages. All this and HEAT too.
Ellora's Cave Publishing, Incorporated
November 13, 2009
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Excerpt from No One but Madison by Doreen Orsini
"Ah, listen...I'd love to help out, but I do bums and bag ladies. Once, just once, I tried a waitress in a strip club and--I humbly admit--failed. I don't do sexy. I don't do feminine. And--hello!--I certainly don't do sub!"
Halfway to the door, to escaping this ridiculous meeting, she halted. Again, her train of thoughts fragmented at the sound of his voice. "Excuse me?"
"He's chosen a few subs, but mostly he's targeting slaves." Drake's eyes lowered to the eight-by-ten in his hands. "Ones whose Masters failed to protect them."
An image of willowy, meek women in strips of cloth and chains flashed before her eyes. "You're kidding, right? Me? A slave girl? Shit, they'd never let me near Train Me, Chain Me." Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Rob blanch and quickly added, "That is the name. Right?"
Everyone in their family knew how much Rob hated that his mother was Head Mistress of Train Me, Chain Me. The man practically foamed at the mouth if word of Aunt Louisa or her club entered any conversation. Madison and her brothers had constantly ribbed him about it when they were kids and still did when they had him alone. But never in public. Never in front of strangers or his small group of friends.
His mention of the club when he had called her in for this meeting had shocked her. When he added the tantalizing fact that Drake Williams would be present at the meeting, she couldn't refuse. For weeks, Rob had been complaining that the secretaries spent more time ogling the new VP than working. She would never admit it, but she had been dying to meet this so-called hunk. Well, no longer so-called in her book. Rob should consider himself lucky the secretaries only ogled.
She turned to Drake. "How's it abuse if those girls went to Train Me, Chain Me because they like getting beat up?"
Drake rose with a sigh and circled her, his eyes languidly focusing on every inch of her face and body. Her cheeks flushed with heat. Something brushed across her hair. From over her shoulder, that delicious voice slid like warm honey into the ear she could swear she felt lips caressing.
"They go there to surrender themselves to their desires, Miss Garrett. They allow their Masters to bind them and, yes, even punish them because they trust their Masters. Do you know what happens when they are bound and no longer in control? When their morals and insecurities have no hold over them, Miss Garrett?"
"Well...n-no...I..." Madison cleared her throat. She could barely think with the man's breath sweeping over her neck and the heat of his body seeping through the layers of her clothes. Forget the images flashing before her eyes. The petite, willowy slave girls in her previous vision transformed into tall, muscular women who all looked a little too much like her.
"They enter a world of pleasure most people only dream about." His voice lowered and grew huskier with every word. "They have orgasms so powerful they scream or cry, completely losing control of their bodies and minds. And sometimes, Miss Garrett, sometimes the pleasure is so intense..."
Madison felt every word vibrate through her body and converge to that long neglected place between her legs. Seconds passed. She held her breath and wondered how one unfinished sentence could hold her captive, could leave her speechless. Finally she heard him draw in a breath.
Other than some heavy moaning, she had never lost complete control with man or toy. Scream? Cry? Faint? Before she could envy the women he described, before she dropped to her knees and begged him to show her the way to such an orgasm, she reminded herself that these women were merely slaves, pawns at the mercy of depraved men.
"You left out the pain." Her voice, nearly as deep as his, sounded alien to her ears.
"Pain, when administered properly, begets pleasure."