MASTER OF THE GAME
Can the student become the master?
When financial executive Joanna Darrell loses her temper with a client it sets
in motion a chain of erotic events beyond her wildest most fevered imaginings.
At work Joanna is feisty, capable and supremely confident in her abilities,
but when she takes a forced sabbatical she quickly discovers a new and shocking
side to her sensual nature. She's a sexual submissive, and who better to guide
her, coax her and initiate her than the sybaritic members of the mysterious
society of the Continuum. The more she samples, the more she likes, and she's
soon hurtling headlong towards the very heart of this exotic association of
hedonists and devotees of erotic power-play.
Fascinated by the idea that the Master of the Continuum has singled her out
for his special attentions, Joanna still finds herself falling in love with
her naughty 'boy next door' fellow worker, Kevin Steel - who might be a computer
geek but who still finds time for sensual experiments of his own.
How far can Joanna go? How much will she learn? Who will she choose? Can her decadent experiment really become a way of life?
NB. Please note, this title has previously been published as CONTINUUM
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Prologue
It arrived, as momentous things so often did, amongst the cluster of files
and documents in her internal mail.
Joanna Darrell picked up the small square envelope, which was undistinguished
by any name or address, and felt herself tremble. She had a fair idea of what
was inside, but still she held back from the moment of opening it, savouring a
tension that she had come relish over these last, strange months; a sense of
expectancy that made her heart leap, and her loins grow hot and heavy.
What would he want this time? Something complicated and serious - involving
long hours of preparation, and a solemn ritual? Or perhaps a lighter scene,
something domestic, rather urgent and flirty?
With the envelope in the centre of her blotter, she sat quietly for a few
minutes, occasionally touching her cheek, or her hair, or her thighs through the
cloth of her skirt. She flexed her fingers. If she didn't open the envelope, but
instead wrote a name upon it and had returned it to its sender, nothing would
happen. He had given her that option from the very beginning, but it was a right
to refuse of which she had never taken advantage. She was an addict. He knew it,
and she knew it. What the envelope contained was a summons to something that was
so much a part of her psyche that she could not even consider giving it up. Now,
or ever.
Reaching for the envelope, she felt herself quiver...
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Print
Amazon :: US :: UK :: CA
Also from :: Waterstones and Barnes and Noble
Digital [as Continuum at some vendors]
Amazon :: US :: UK :: CA :: AU
iBooks :: US :: UK :: CA :: AU
Also from :: Kobo :: Nook
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