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"Magic and philosophy sandwiched in between some of the hottest scenes I've read in recent years... Loved it!" - Hannah Gonzalez, Reedsy Discovery "Love is brutal, bloody, and ecstatic in this passionate romance... BDSM afficionados will love it... A richly imagined, lurid love story that's not for the faint of heart. (Our verdict: Get it!)" - Kirkus Reviews ???????????????????????????????????? She had it all - riches, a college scholarship, a girlfriend - until her conservative, hyper-religious parents found out about the girlfriend and made her choose between conversion therapy and disownment. That was the end of her academic career. Three years later she met a shy public reference librarian in a bookstore. He'd been waiting his whole life for her. Meanwhile, she was starting her whole life over. What ensued between the two was magic. Given that he was about to become her tutor in the magickal and erotic arts, that was only to be expected. But at what cost? The mysterious older man was all she could ever have wished for, but she might need to choose between her developing identity and the most profound love she had ever known. ???????????????????????????????????? "Master, teach me. I want to apprentice myself." I can feel him trembling. Am I trembling too? I must be. My voice is. But all I feel is him. "Is this something you really want, or do you just want to learn how to be a dominant?" Shaking. God, he's shaking. His raw need rips through me. "You did mention your former girlfriend wanting you to play the dominant. I can advise you without actually asking anything of you if that's the case. Or is this about that conversation we had a while back about studying magic -" "If I only wanted advice, I'd ask for advice. I don't just want advice. I want you. Master, teach me." I take a deep breath. Silence falls. "I want that very badly," he says at last. "I'm yours for the taking. Please. Take me." The room is still. Too still. The very air is holding its breath. "Please." The only one trembling now is me.
