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.
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Make Me, Sir is my favourite book in this series so far! It flowed well, the couple are spirited and well-matched and some new kinks were definitely introduced. Look forward to great experiences with wax play, puppy play and figging. Hopefully you, the reader, enjoy them more than our heroine did.
Speaking of, I loved Gabi and Marcus. There is something about the down-south country-boy charm that Marcus exhibits that just makes my toes curl. I could hear his drawl in my head and his courtly manners were divine. There is something special about the combination of a gentleman Dom. You know he is a man who will hold the door open for his woman and then smack her ass as she walks through it.
Something that really sticks out in Make Me, Sir is that this is an incredibly funny book, despite some of the difficult subject matter that is broached. The following excerpt is from one of my favourite parts, a wax play scene that Gabi isn’t too sure is a smart idea.
After rolling up the sleeves of his white tailored shirt, exposing those muscular forearms that really didn’t belong on a lawyer, he picked up the candle. He dripped some wax on his inner elbow, grunted, and raised the candle higher. More wax splatted onto his arm. “That’ll do.”
She couldn’t take her eyes from the dancing flame. No, this was so wrong. Candles should be used for meditation…for romance. Or on a birthday cake at least.
So where was the cake? The present? The song?
As he stepped closer to her—as the damned flame got way too close—she started singing. “Happy birthday to me. Happy birthday to me…”
Marcus paused, looking at her in disbelief. See. I knew he didn’t have a sense of humour.
“Happy birthday, dear Gabi”—she lifted her head and blew out the candle—“happy birthday to me.”
He stared at her, and she tensed, and then he burst out laughing, so loud and strong that she giggled. God, he was so incredibly sexy when he laughed.
Sinclair, Cherise. Make Me, Sir (Masters of the Shadowlands Series Book 5) (pp. 261-262). VanScoy Publishing Group. Kindle Edition.
I felt so bad for Gabi’s upbringing and the author was right on the money when she compared Gabi to a flouncy puppy and her parents to snooty Siamese cats. I’m a lot like Gabi (Re: a bit of a
brat … handful) but thankfully my parents love me (and usually even like me!).
This is another full length novel in the Club Shadowlands series and a definite auto-buy for me. I can’t wait to dive into another book in this series. I am having so much fun re-reading them!
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