Quotes from Jane Henry

My books are my friends. They take me on journeys to places I'll never travel. My friends know what I think, what I feel, what I long for.

tear-filled eyes. I could handle her tears of pain, and her tears of anger. But these… these tears are from something that breaks me a little.

I glide a finger along the raised golden edge of the title. I fan the pages and inhale the scent of fresh ink. I sigh in contentment when I think about how good it will be to lose myself in these pages. I'm so lost in thought,

Your submission appeals to me," he growls. "Your obedience. And I'll do whatever it takes to get that from you.

I wonder if they're shielding themselves from me, and not the icy wind. If they knew what I've done… what I'm capable of… what I'm planning to do… they'd do more than cover their necks with scarves. I scowl into the wind. I hate cowardice.

I've seen cruelty in my life. I was raised on a constant diet of humiliation. If you think a spanking and the threat of more punishment will bring me to my knees in blind submission to you, you abducted the wrong damn girl.

Control. Master.

A skull graces the bulging muscle of one large bicep, a rose with something stuck in it is along another arm, a spider crawls along his back, and other intricately woven lines join them all together. These tattoos mean something.

spider crawls along his back, and other intricately woven lines join them all together.

sit on the craggy cliffs of Ballyhock to the waves crashing on the beach. Strong. Powerful. Deadly. A combination so familiar to me it brings me comfort.

Good girl," he approves, leaning down and whispering in my ear. "While you sit in that dining room dressed like a queen, you will feel the reminder of my control. I will feed your mouth while I master every part of you. Your pussy will throb for me. Your ass will clench in fear and need. Your mouth will water. And tonight, if you behave yourself, I'll grant you a reward.

Iwatch from where I sit on the craggy cliffs of Ballyhock to the waves crashing on the beach. Strong.

Then again, when dealing with the illicit trade we orchestrate, it rarely is. As a high-ranking man of The Clan, I've learned to pivot and react. My instincts are primed.

beautiful. Untarnished by the touches of other men, unencumbered with pride and vanity

From my hand,

methods of obedience is to learn to accept food from my hand. Controlling her primal needs will help me train her to my satisfaction

A starving man learns to respect the hand that feeds him, the one who cares for his most primal needs.

A starving man learns to respect the hand that feeds him, the one who cares for his most primal needs. So when I begin training a woman, my plan is intentional. I strip her of the most basic necessities. Food, clothing, shelter. Though her needs are contrived by me, the cumulative effects of my training will not be in vain.

Such a vulnerable position, baring the neck, as if waiting for the executioner's axe. The vampire's bite. The intimate kiss of a lover. And now, for me… a collar and chain.

rises in early May at precisely 5:52 a.m., and it's rare I get to watch it. So this morning, in the small quiet interim before daybreak and our meeting, I came to the cliff's edge. I've traveled the world for my family's business, from the highest ranges of the Alps to the depths of

Pakhan gives an order, we obey. He's our leader. The father of our group. A man who rules with an iron fist but pledges loyalty to the men beneath him. In turn, we swear our allegiance to him.

Brigadier. I'm the commander of our small army, the one who assigns jobs, oversees their completion, and pays tribute to our Pakhan.

Prikhodite seychas," he orders, come now,

A real man doesn't waver in the face of what needs to be done," he said softly. "There are many acts of war. Many battles that take place off the field with no uniforms or offices in command. Sometimes, battle takes place on your kitchen floor.