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It’s here! It’s here!!

For those of you who have been following my Bounty series, I hope you are as excited about today as I am. No Master is a dark, sexy, m/m BDSM story about Korbin, the Admiral of the Black and his second in command, Zain.

Here’s a little taste of what you’ll find!

Blurb:

No man in the galaxy inspires more fear than Korbin, the Admiral of the Black. His life as leader of the pirates leaves little room for trust, so when Korbin’s second-in-command disappears without a trace, he suspects the worst.

Zain Strand has left his life as a sex slave behind and risen within the pirate ranks. But he’ll abandon it all to rescue an old friend from recapture by the slavers—even if that means a suicidal confrontation with his old master. He doesn’t expect Korbin’s arrival, doesn’t want Korbin’s help…but Korbin gives Zain no choice.

Posing as Master and slave to infiltrate a slave auction, Korbin and Zain embark on a journey of lust that rapidly reveals their deeper feelings. When Zain’s old master discovers their ruse, Korbin must do everything in his power to save both their lives and their newfound love.

Excerpt:

“Clayson wouldn’t be Prem’s only client. If he is here on Markarian, then he’d attend the slave auctions. Prem would setup a retreat before the big event to loosen up the buyers.”

Korbin didn’t need Zain’s memories to know what that would mean. The image of his young advisor, a spiked metal collar welded around his neck and lash marks scoring his back, would forever be engrained in his mind.

“You know if you want to get her back we’ll have to go in there. We need information and that’s the best place to get it.”

Zain closed his eyes and turned his head away. “I know.” I have to do this. I can do this. I will, to get her out.

“If it’s a retreat, I can always go alone. Pose as a trader looking for some new stock.” Without thinking, Korbin rose and crossed the room to Zain. “It might be better.”

The tremulous thoughts stilled in Zain’s mind, until they were gone completely. When he straightened and opened his eyes, Korbin was shocked at the complete calm radiating from him.

“You won’t get in the door on your own. Plus, I’ve done some prep work we can use.”

“Oh?”

“When I was tracking Prem, I had to set myself up as a trader to gain access to certain information. You can use that identity to get into the retreat.”

Korbin sucked in a soft breath at the image of himself splayed out on a large bed, Zain crawling slowly up his body. The younger man could no longer make eye contact, his hands fiddling with a data pad.

“I have the details here, sir. You’ll need to review them and let me know if we need to make any slight modifications. No one on Prem’s crew has seen me, so there won’t be any problems for you to assume the identity.”

Korbin didn’t say anything. In his mind, Zain was licking a trail across his stomach, but he didn’t know anymore if these were Zain’s thoughts or his own. Pain radiated from his groin, his cock trapped at an odd angle in his pants. He needed to get into the shower to relieve himself soon, or else there would be serious damage.

“Do you have any questions, Admiral?”

“What are you not telling me, Zain? You think I don’t recognize that tone?”

“What tone?”

“The one you use when you’re trying to placate me long enough to fix a problem you don’t want me to be aware of.” Korbin snorted and leaned back in the chair, giving his cock a bit more room. “I’m always aware.”

Zain’s soft sigh said nearly as much as the Gods, I hate him some days thought. “You will need a sex slave.”

Somehow, he figured it would be something like that. “There’s no way around it?”

“No. You won’t be accepted without one. Most of the traders are their own best clients. You can learn a lot about them from how they treat their slaves. What they do and where they do it. If you go alone, you won’t be invited into any of the inner circles. That’s where we’ll find the most useful information.”

“So I need a slave.”

Zain nodded.

“You don’t have to do it. We can find someone else.”

“No time. They will know if you bring in a fake anyway.”

Before he could ask how, Zain rose to his feet and pulled his tunic up over his head. Korbin had never seen him in any state of undress, an impressive feat given the close quarters they all shared. Other than that first day and the glimpse of Zain’s abused back, the young man had been very careful. Now, starting at the black symbol—a brand—scored into the smooth flesh of his chest, Korbin understood why.

“While I know a few people willing to get one of these, I don’t think it will be necessary when I am already equipped to do the job.”

Fear mixed with determination washed over Korbin. Wolf hadn’t mentioned the stone’s ability to project a subject’s emotions along with his thoughts. If he had, Korbin wouldn’t have been so quick to connect to Zain, knowing the darkness that lurked below his cool exterior.

“No one but me will touch you.”

You can buy No Master Here!

I was super surprised to open my email today and find this wonderful, sparkly cover waiting for me.

*bounces*

Isn’t it pretty!?!

This is the Admiral of the Black’s story, book three in the Bounty series. I can’t wait to share it with everyone. I guess that means I better hurry up and get my edits done, right?