My uncle abused me.
I was 10 years old when it started.
At 13 he told me I was no longer wanted because I had started to develop.
At 16 I was ready to kill him.
Today, I’m broken.
Today, I only breathe to survive.
My name’s Sergeant Major Ryan Jenkins and today, I’m ready to tell you my story.
“Master would flog me if I did, she won’t be happy when I tell her what happened here.”
“Master?”
“Stella.”
Oh, Master.
I startle awake as I leap off the bed and sprawl on the floor.
“Ry!” Mason yells from the other side of the door. I jump up off the floor and swing the bedroom door open.
“You scared the shit out of me, Mason.” I run my hand over my eyes and face trying to wake up. “What do you want, man?”
But I’m met with silence. When I look over at Mase, he’s staring at my body. He’s mouth’s open and his eyes are so wide. He rakes his stare down my body, then back up again. He lifts an eyebrow as he ogles me. I look down and notice I’m completely naked. I fell asleep on my bed with just the towel wrapped around me and he scared me with his bashing that now I’m standing before him totally exposed.
He’s not moving away, and neither am I.
“Mason.” I lower my voice as he looks up at me and just stares.
He can see straight through me, totally bare and open, for him to see all my secrets.
“We need to leave in an hour,” Mase says as he takes a step closer to me.
I can feel his heat, and my body instantly reacts to him.
Don’t be a coward Ryan, just reach out and touch him.
His brown eyes turn from a hard brown into a molten chocolate as we stand a mere step apart from each other.
Our breathing is labored and rapid.
Mason reaches forward and brings his hand up to my chest, but before he touches me, his demeanor changes and he retracts it, dropping it beside his body.
“I can’t,” he whispers as he turns away from me and goes into his bedroom.
My head spins as I close my door and stand completely ashamed in my room.
He doesn’t want me.
Why would he?
I’m broken.
Jenn's Review
Yes, Master turned me into an emotional mess. I cried for
Ryan, while cheering him on at the same time.
Ryan didn’t have an easy life growing up. His @sshole of an
uncle took advantage of him at a young age and as you can imagine, scarred him
terribly. When he was finally “too old” for dear old uncle, Ryan couldn’t
control his anger. Constantly in fights and always in trouble at school, his
mom enrolled him in the army at 16. That ended up being the best thing for him.
Rigorous schedule and something always needing to be done, it helped keep the
demons at bay.
Ryan also has a beautiful daughter. He loves her with all he
has and I really enjoyed reading about them. He has a good relationship with
his ex-wife, it just didn’t work out for them. Mason has been his best friend
for years. When it was possible, they were there for each other. Also, Ryan has
feelings for Mason. Is it because of what happened to him years ago? He’s not
sure but he’s also struggling with the fact that the feelings are there,
period.
Mason asks Ryan to attend an awards ceremony with him and it’s
there that he meets Stella. She’s actually there with Mason but Ryan has an
immediate attraction to her. There is something about her that scares the hell
out of him but also makes him feel liberated at the same time.
So, from the blurb you know that Stella is Ryan’s Master.
Once their relationship begins (including Mason) I was glued to my kindle. He
has to relive his time with his uncle, to learn to beat back his demons, to
learn to let go of the pain. I was shattered during this part! The way it was
written…I could see it all happen. I was just so sad during lots of the book.
That’s not to say that this book isn’t hot. Because it’s
hella HOT! But it was also beautiful. The emotions these characters develop
throughout the story. I couldn’t get enough. I truly wasn’t ready for it to
end, even though I know it had to. It’s not for the faint of heart and you will
relive what Ryan went through, but it is worth it, I promise.
Yes, Master is ON SALE for only 99 PENNIES!!!
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