Seven hundred years ago, Cassandra was bound to an amulet and cursed to a life of servitude. By the time she is released by the handsome Wyatt Hartnett, she no longer believes that the curse can be lifted.
Wyatt proves to be far different than her previous masters. Kind and caring, he refuses to use magic to force her to obey. His methods of ensuring her obedience are more… human. Before long, her heart begins to warm and she dares to dream that this stern but decent man may indeed be her last master. The man who will set her free.
But the one who imprisoned her has only grown more powerful over the last seven centuries, and she will do whatever it takes to see that the curse remains unbroken. Is the magic of Wyatt’s love strong enough to break the ancient curse? Or will one of them pay the ultimate price for Cassandra’s freedom?
Publisher’s Note: This paranormal romance includes elements of power exchange and explicit scenes.
“Wyatt? What are you doing?” she asked, her heart thundering in her chest.
“We have a conversation to finish,” Wyatt replied casually, but she caught the flash of fire in his eyes. “I don’t want you using your powers on other people, unless you’re in danger. I won’t use the amulet to bend your will to mine, but I do have other ways of, shall we say, encouraging better behavior.”
She could feel the desire burning between her thighs at his threat. Damn her body for responding to his high-handed ways. She was an enchantress, immortal and powerful, despite the curse. This man should be trembling at her feet, not making demands of her. “And what ways do you have that you think can sway me?”
His voice dropped to a low, seductive growl. “I’ll put you over my knee and spank your admittedly fantastic ass until you won’t even think of disobeying me again. Now, are you going to do as I’ve asked?”
She narrowed her eyes at him. “You wouldn’t dare.”
He chuckled. “Oh, sweetheart. Yes, I would. I can give you a demonstration when we get home if you’d like. After we’ve done what we came to do, I can take you over my knees and spank you until you’re all pink and squirming under my hand. And then, I’ve got this little paddle that would have you sobbing and promising to be a good girl in about thirty seconds. You won’t sit comfortably for a couple of days, so let me ask you again. Are you going to do as I asked?”
A battle raged inside her. She wanted to defy him, to prove to him that she was not a woman who could be controlled by the threats of a mortal man. But there was steel behind his gaze that had her thinking twice. “I will do as you’ve asked,” she reluctantly agreed.
“Good,” Wyatt said, returning to his more playful, upbeat self. The contrast between the two sides of his personality unsettled her. He opened the door for her and she climbed inside, this time pulling the strap across her body the way he’d shown her without being asked. As she waited for him to join her, she thought about what he’d said, and the things she’d discovered in his room. He wouldn’t really punish her with those, would he? The idea simultaneously worried and aroused her. Despite the play she’d engaged in with previous masters, she’d never been subject to actual discipline by any of them. If they’d wanted her compliance, they had simply used the amulet.