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Claire was held captive for 43 days by a man who did unspeakable things to her.
Three years after her escape, she gets her revenge.
The only problem is, she’s got the wrong man.
The Escape Artist is a Dark Romance that has an HEA and NO cliffhangers. The Con Artist also occurs in this world. Both books are interlocking standalone in the same world and can be read in any order.
What Readers Are Saying
Kitty described this book as a hybrid love child between Comfort Food and Tender Mercies (my #1 and #2) and it absolutely is that. If you liked either of those, chances are you’ll love this.” – Charlie, Goodreads Reader
Her worlds always seem to be so wrong, yet somehow turn out to have been right all along. And this world is just another incredible example of that. And holy shit does it ever deliver. You almost couldn’t make up a story this crazy.” – Cindi Russell, Goodreads Reader
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Maybe he shouldn’t punish her. She was trying so hard even with little direction. But she needed to know what it would be like, and early. She needed to know that he wouldn’t break her skin. He wouldn’t torture her. He wouldn’t starve her. He wouldn’t share her. Today was an opportunity to show her.
“Claire,” he said quietly.
Her face rose to his. He could see how intently she listened.
“Do you know why you’re being punished?”
“Yes, Master,” she said quietly, the tears once again slipping past the confines of the blindfold.
“Tell me why.”
“F-for what I did to you,” she whispered.
She flinched, again as if waiting for a blow for getting the wrong answer.
Ari removed her blindfold. She immediately dropped her gaze, but he put his fingers under her chin and forced her to look at him. Stark green eyes met his.
“You are being punished because you need absolution and me just keeping you as my slave isn’t enough. You need something more visceral. You also need to know I’m not going to harm you.”
Maybe that was why she cried but didn’t fight. She knew she deserved punishment. The night before she’d begged him not to kill her. It hadn’t escaped his notice that she hadn’t begged him not to hurt her.
He’d watched her shatter in that cell over and over when she’d beaten him. He’d been the one taking the lashes but she was the one who cried, the one who broke apart.
He’d known from the first moment she’d walked inside his cell that everything was backward and wrong. He’d felt how badly she needed someone to take control of her, her shattered life, everything. Someone who wouldn’t truly hurt her. But she could never ask for such a thing. And she could never feel safe if it were offered. Because she didn’t know who to trust. She probably didn’t believe there was anyone in the world to trust.
It wasn’t that he thought she was kinky. There was no way he could get that lucky. But there was something… a need… a desperate plea that had risen off her body with every step even when she’d been the one holding the whip. Take me.
Help me. Please. Please. It had screamed.
Now that he was the one with the whip, the mask of power and control had slipped gracefully from her face. Would this help her? He wasn’t sure. Society would judge him a monster. Hell, his friends would do the same. But something primal inside her reached out to him, and the beast answered back.
Nothing about any of this was normal or right or okay. He wouldn’t justify it even as he wouldn’t apologize for it. But it was what they were doing. She’d had her turn with the whip and him at her mercy, and the universal laws demanded this reversal to balance the scale. She’d started this game. He was finishing it.
This was her sentence. And Ari remained convinced it was better than the prison cell she would have been given by what passed for justice in this world.
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