Headmaster (Lessons from the Rack, Band 2) - Softcover

Me, Tara Sue

Softcover

ISBN 10: 0399584501 ISBN 13: 9780399584503

Verlag: Berkley, 2018

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The New York Times bestselling author of the Submissive novels delivers a scintillating new erotic romance, where two instructors redefine the phrase “teacher’s pet” . . . .

Lennox MacLure, owner of the RACK Academy, has sworn off the Dominant/submissive lifestyle. Years ago, his submissive, Winnie, died in a car accident following a heated argument for which he blames himself. Guilt-ridden and emotionally closed off, Lennox sees the academy as both his punishment and penance for her death.
 
Mariela, a dance instructor and a natural submissive, was Winnie’s best friend and longs to help Lennox move past his grief. She’s accepted that he will never see her as anything more than a friend, but she still wants to help him acknowledge what he needs. Mariela comes up with a plan of seduction, guaranteed to unleash the Dominant he’s willfully buried—but the passion they unleash could prove to be stronger than they are ready to handle.

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Tara Sue Me wrote her first novel at the age of twelve. Twenty years later, after penning several traditional romances, she decided to try her hand at something spicier and started work on The Submissive, and soon followed that with The Dominant, The Training, Seduced by Fire, The Enticement, The Exhibitionist, The Master, The Exposure, and The Flirtation. The series has become a huge hit with readers around the world, and has been read and reread millions of times.
 
Tara kept her identity and her writing life secret, not even telling her husband what she was working on. To this day, only a handful of people know the truth (though she has told her husband). They live together in the southeastern United States with their two children.

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Chapter One

The one thing Mariela could count on to never let her down was dance. Dance was the one thing she could turn to and lean on when things were hard. The one thing guaranteed to make a day better or to take away all her stress. Through thick and thin, life's ups and downs, it had always been her rock. Until today, when the rock crumbled.

She took a deep breath, moved into position, and jumped and turned in a coupŽ jetŽ en tournant. Finding her technique lacking, she repeated it again and again until, exhausted, she leaned against the barre and let a string of curses fly.

"Bad day?" someone asked from the hallway.

Mariela lifted her head and forced a smile at Andie Lincoln, RACK Academy's newest chef. "You could say that."

"In that case, I came just in time. Come with me, I need someone to try my icing and tell me if it sucks."

Mariela pushed back from the barre and wiped the sweat from her forehead with a nearby towel. "Isn't that what we have men for?"

"Yes. Well, that and sex. But Fulton always likes everything I make, and Lennox just kind of looks at me like I've grown a second head and says he doesn't understand why I feel the need to improve upon perfection." She tilted her head. "So now that I think about it, nah, that's not what we have men for. We only have them here for sex."

Mariela laughed, glad that Andie had shown up to drag her away from a disappointing ballet session. "Okay, let me clean up and I'll be right there."

"Just come like that. No one's here yet."

Mariela looked down at her leotard and tights. Not really dining room apparel, but then again the students for the fall session wouldn't arrive for another week. She threw her towel back over the barre. "You're right. What kind of icing are we talking about?"

Andie started chatting about buttercream versus cream cheese and, to be honest, Mariela zoned out a bit. Cooking and baking were not her things. That's what chefs were for.

Andie pushed open the two wide wooden doors that led into the dining area. "Okay, go have a seat and I'll bring the samples out to you."

Mariela looked around the area and breathed a sigh of relief at finding there was no one else in the dining area. And by no one else, she meant the headmaster, Lennox MacLure. Other than Andie and Fulton, he was the one other person on the island that housed the academy. The other staff members would be arriving tomorrow.

Unfortunately, she hadn't sat down for more than two minutes before Lennox walked through the door. She dropped her head and pretended to be horribly curious about the pulled thread on her tights.

She expected him to ignore her. After all, that's what he did best. But even with her head down, she could sense him approach her.

"Marie," he said, calling her by the nickname only he ever used.

She looked up and, like always, he took her breath away. Dark and dashing, as her best friend Winnie had described him. She had been right, with his black-as-sin hair and gray eyes, he looked like he belonged between the pages of a historical romance, starring as an evil pirate or maybe an unrepentant rake.

"Lennox," she said, cringing because she knew her raspy voice gave her away.

"You are aware the dining hall has a dress code?"

She waited for him to smile and tell her it was a joke, that of course he wasn't going to enforce the dress code when there were only four people on the island. But the smile didn't come and neither did the hahaha, I'm just joking follow-up.

"What?" she finally asked.

"The dress code," he snapped. "You're in violation of it."

"Oh my god. You're serious."

"We have rules and regulations for a reason."

"Right, but since there are only four of us here . . ." She trailed off, assuming her intent would be clear.

"You thought you didn't have to follow the rules?"

She couldn't believe he was being such a dick over something so stupid. "Yes," she said, just to goad him. "That's it exactly. I figured since there were only four of us, you wouldn't care if I wore a leotard and tights into the dining room. I mean, seriously, who do you think it will bother? Not Fulton or Andie. And you typically don't give me the time of day. I could probably sit on your desk, buck naked, and you wouldn't lift an eyebrow."

"I would have thought by now you'd be well acquainted with the expectations I have of my employees."

He knew just what to say to shut her down. There was little else he could have said that would cut as deeply as the unnecessary reminder that all she was to him was an employee.

"It's my fault, Master MacLure," Andie said, appearing with a tray in her hands. "She wanted to get cleaned up, and I told her it didn't matter since there are only four of us here."

Mariela stood up. "No, it was my fault. I knew better."

She turned and walked out, not waiting for either of them to say anything.

Lennox watched Marie walk away with a lump in his throat the entire time. Yes, he was an ass. He shouldnÕt have reprimanded her for her casual attire, but hell, what was a man to do? SheÕd walked into the dining area in that dance outfit like it was nothing at all. How could she not know what the sight of those skintight clothes would do to him?

Hell, why did she think there was a rule that only street clothes could be worn in the dining hall? Technically, the rule stated no fetish wear was allowed, but that outfit she had on could in no way be considered street clothing.

Even though she'd left the room, he could still picture her perfectly. She was petite and he liked that about her. Liked that she was small and dainty compared to him. Fuck, what it did to the Dominant inside him to imagine her tiny body beneath him. How it would feel to take possession of her.

He clenched his fists as the image of her swam before his eyes. The outfit had left nothing to his imagination and even though he'd seen her naked before, to see her in dance attire like she'd worn today did nothing but mock him.

He pictured it all too clearly. Her lithe body, made strong by her dance routines. The muscles of her legs. How would they feel wrapped around him? His fingers itched to run over them, to feel their strength. No, more than that. To master her strength.

For he knew the rush that came with taking control of a submissive was only multiplied when her submission was coupled with a strength she had willingly laid aside. And he had no doubt that as small as she was in stature, Marie was a powerhouse. To be given her submission would mean to be gifted with the sweetest of all gifts.

Yet even though he knew how amazing it would be, he could not allow himself to take it. He knew she would give it to him. He'd known for a long time that he need only look at her and she'd be on her knees. But it was an offering he could not accept.

He no longer allowed himself to indulge in his Dominant nature. Ever. In fact, he'd buried it so deep within him and for so long, he wasn't sure he could revive that part of him. What he did know was that he could not take the chance of finding out. The last time he'd freed that need within him, the results had been fatal. He could not take that risk again. Especially with Marie.

If the end result was she thought him a coldhearted...

Details zur Ausgabe

• Verlag: Berkley
• Erscheinungsdatum: 2018
• Sprache: Englisch
• ISBN 10: 0399584501
• ISBN 13: 9780399584503
• Einband: Taschenbuch
• Anzahl der Seiten: 304
• Kontakt zum Hersteller: BERKLEY; https://www.penguin.com/?s=BERKLEY; ; Unit 2 Limavady Business Park; Limavady; County Londonderry; BT49 0HR; Vereinigtes Königreich
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