A Princess in search of her Knight in shining armor

The Masters of Tabu center around the journey of college friends from Dallas, Texas, seeking redemption, healing and love when they least expect it. Hot days and sizzling nights await—Marcus Knight, Mitchell Prince, Jared King, Shane Marshal, Brock Dragon and Jagger Squire with Simon Tempest, a friend of Marcus Knight rounding out the co-owners of Club Tabu, a BDSM private club.
Dallas will never be the same.

BLURB:

Marcus Knight, entrepreneur and CEO of Knight Enterprises, is a Dom with a darker side. After a nasty divorce, he’s sworn off any emotional involvement with any woman. By accident he meets a woman at a party when he travels to New York City for business. She’s too young and inexperienced with his lifestyle. Or so he thinks.

Khari Bradford, small town girl in search of fame and fortune on the Broadway stage. On a chance meeting, she meets an older man who captivates her. Within a short time, she becomes his newest submissive, but wonders how she ended up with him instead of on Broadway.

Will her new aspiration have her lose both dreams, Broadway and her Knight after discovering he has no intentions of staying in New York or with her? Will Marcus return to Dallas and give Khari her dream, but lose the woman who makes his heart sing?

STORY EXCERPT:

Marcus stepped out of the shadows and made his presence known to the young woman. “Would you like some help?”
She jerked around, twisting her legs and stumbled over the platform shoes. Fortunately, he moved quickly enough to catch her before she fell flat on her face or twisted an ankle. She’d raised her startled stare to him, and Marcus found himself drowning in crystal blue brilliant eyes piercing him to his soul. The pouty mouth painted a pale pink curled at the corners, making his cock twitch at her innocent and youthful beauty. Instantly, he could think of some interesting ways to spend the remainder of his time in New York. The girl seemed wholesome, and he wasn’t sure if she’d enjoy his kinkier side, but he sure wanted to find out. She was adorable and couldn’t be more than twenty-two or three. A baby compared to him. The thought of taking her to his bed, keeping her tied up, and well spanked made for a delicious proposition worth the effort to at least try and see if she was game. His pounding heart roared in his ears, and he heard a tiny voice drumming the words mine, mine, mine, over in his head.
For a moment he’d feared he’d said the word aloud. Those gorgeous eyes flared, she dropped her gaze and blushed. Marcus was certain he hadn’t spoken, but her heated cheeks told him more. She was submissive with the dilation of her pupils, the rosy flush, and he swore he heard a soft moue from her lips. What the hell was happening here and who was she?
Damn, he never expected to find such a pretty, unsophisticated submissive woman in New York of all places, but there she was, in his arms and him at a loss for words.
Her glimmering irises flashed again as he regained his voice. “Are you all right?”
“Yes, thank you. You can help me up now.” She bit her bottom lip, and he thought he’d lose all control and kiss her right there without any introductions. Right then his hard cock was almost bursting through his jeans. He had to think fast to keep her from dropping her gaze again and tripping him over the line to take her full mouth with his.
“Sorry, I was taken aback by your beauty. My offer still stands. Do you need my help?”
She blinked a few times before answering. “Sure. Do you have success with that line or are you kidding?”
“What? No, no. I mean it. You’re quite breathtaking.”
“Thank you.” She bit her lip again. “Are you one of Sandra’s clients or one of the brokers scoping out the property?”
Keep control, man. “Neither,” he said as he opened the metal door, and they proceeded down the stairs.
“Oh.”
An hour later, he’d assisted with ushering out the stragglers from the party, disposed of all the trash, and secured the penthouse. The caterers had taken care of the rest.
As they waited for the elevator, Marcus made his move. “The evening’s still young. May I take you for drinks?” he blurted out just as the bell chimed and the doors swooshed open.
“Um, I have an early day tomorrow. But, thanks. Maybe some other time.”
They descended to the lobby in total silence. He’d never been so tongue-tied with a woman, but she was so different. The quiet submissive nature of her personality was evident, and he should have had no problems, but he lost all reasoning with her.
When they reached the exit door and stepped out of the building, she turned to him, smiled and shook his hand. “Thank you for helping me, Marcus. I appreciate it.”
“My pleasure. Are you sure about that drink?”
She widened her smile. “I’m sure.” She turned and walked away.
As he watched her run down the sidewalk toward the subway station, he lamented about not getting her number. Didn’t matter, he had come up with a better plan and put it into action the next morning.
Abruptly back in the present, the ringtone on his cell phone grabbed his attention. He shifted slightly on the mattress, and his dream woman in his embrace stirred. Jerking out of the pleasant memory of when he first held her in his arms was annoying, but he smiled just the same. Yes, his life transformed that night three months ago, and he wouldn’t have changed a thing taking them to this moment. How would he convince her to come to Dallas when she had a life here in the city? New York was a temporary situation for him and always had been, but one he’d have to rectify soon. His business couldn’t suffer because of his desire for Khari.
Easing out from around Khari, he slid out of bed to answer the bothersome call.
By the fifth ring, he snatched the maddening device from his jacket pocket, flipped the cover, and answered in a low voice. “Marcus Knight.”
“Marcus, Mitch. When are you returning home, man?” Mitchell Prince was Marcus’s chief counsel for Knight Enterprises as well as one of his best friends from college. The six young men called themselves the Bad Boys of Big D. Besides acting as his attorney, Mitch also was co-owner in Club Tabu and preferred to watch and monitor scenes rather than participate in them. At least that was what Marcus observed. His friend kept his personal life pretty much to himself, much like he did.
Marcus stepped outside the room, keeping the door slightly ajar. “Not sure. What’s going on?”
“Plenty. The paperwork for the record company has been filed for two months. Why are you still in New York? By the way, this guy Simon Tempest is a punk. Smart, but a punk just the same. You need to get your ass back to Dallas before he pisses your investment down the toilet.”
“Yeah, I know.”

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“What’s to tell?” Gray Dixon asked. The nom de plume of erotica writer of hot, sexy stories for the adult crowd loves walks along the beach at sunset, a glass of wine over a romantic dinner and a night of love.
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