They met under unfortunate circumstances, but somehow, it was meant to be.

Ciara O’Malley is ready for a change. In a new place, with a new job, and definitely a new Dom. With no family ties, she accepts a position at the Horry County coroner’s office in South Carolina, never dreaming that the death of one woman would turn her world upside down.

The physical scars Romeo ‘Diesel’ Diaz wears run deeper than anyone realizes. He has given up all hope of ever finding a woman to break through the barriers he has erected. That is until his sister Isabella dies, and he meets Ciara, the medical examiner and a submissive at heart. Will Ciara be the one to set him free from the stigma he has branded himself with?

There is always an ache when someone you love dies. Especially if that loved one dies unexpectedly. We feel the pain of sorrow, regret, and the realization that time matters. It’s also a time of reacquaintance with old friends, loved ones, and sometimes it brings extraordinary people together for new beginnings.

Publisher’s Note: This steamy romance contains mystery and a theme of power exchange.

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Ciara looked around the room. Anything one could need for a dungeon was in this room. The focal point was the king-sized bed in the middle of the space. The bed, with a royal purple and black velvet overlay patterned bedspread, rested on a black pedestal with four columns connected at the corners. To the left front corner of the room, was the door to a bathroom. Along the wall, there was an oversized black sofa, with varying shades of purple pillows on it. Along the same wall to the back, were the floggers, canes, whips, harnesses, paddles, dragon’s tail, and so much more. She walked past the equipment, her fingers grazing against them. In the back right corner, was a dresser, which held vibrators, blindfolds, ball gags, nipple clamps and such. Behind the bed, on the back wall, was a St. Andrew’s cross. There was a sex swing and spanking bench on the right. When she gently slid her fingers over the spanking bench, they collected the dust that had accumulated. She looked at him for clarification.

“I’ve never used the room. It’s been here since they built my loft. I had no need for it.” Seeing the dust on her fingers, he added, “I’ll get someone from housekeeping to come in and clean everything.”

Ciara walked over to him, feeling the pain from his soft tone. She tried to lighten the mood. “I think that’s an excellent idea, because I hate to dust.” Standing in front of him, she raised herself up to give him a quick kiss, then said, “It’s a perfect room, and I can’t wait to experience everything it has to offer.”

The image of her strapped down to the spanking horse flashed in his mind, as a sly grin formed on his face, “And… I know the first piece of equipment we will use.” His cock started to get hard, as his mind drifted again, but he filed the image away and took control of his body. “We will discuss all this later. Right now, I need to go.” He waited for her to leave the room, then locked the door. Returning the keys to his pocket, he then grabbed his cut from the back of a chair. Throwing it on over his black Harley tee-shirt, he sat down in the chair to put on his boots.