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Once upon a time, Nora and Søren made a fateful deal—if he gave her everything, she would give him forever.
The time has finally come to keep their promises.
Out of money and out of options after her year-long exile, Eleanor Schreiber agrees to join forces with Kingsley Edge, the king of kink. After her first taste of power as a Dominant, Eleanor buries her old submissive self and transforms into Mistress Nora, the Red Queen. With the help of a mysterious young man with a job even more illicit than her own, Nora squares off against a cunning rival in her quest to become the most respected, the most feared Dominatrix in the Underground.
While new lovers and the sweet taste of freedom intoxicate Nora, she is tempted time and time again by Søren, her only love and the one man who refuses to bow to her. But when Søren accepts a new church assignment in a dangerous country, she must make an agonizing choice—will the queen keep her throne and let her lover go, or trade in her crown for Søren's collar?
With a shattering final confession, the last link in the chain is forged in The Original Sinners saga. It's the closing chapter in a story of salvation, sacrifice and the multitude of scars we collect in the name of ecstasy—and love.
448 pages, Paperback
First published October 27, 2015
"I've created a monster."
"You didn't create a monster,"
"You just let her off her leash."
"Come back to me."
"The clit." Elle sighed. "The only organ on the human body designed solely for pleasure. Proof God is a woman."
"I've always wanted to use a whip," Nora said. "I think I saw too many Indiana Jones movies as a kid. Do you think he was kinky?"
"French Vanilla," Kingsley said.
"What's that?"
"Vanilla with a strong libido and a taste for anal."
"I'll come home," Soren said. "I promise."
"Please," she said. "You take my heart with you."
He kissed her forehead. "Little One, you are my heart."
Søren forever and always.
Søren forever and always.
“Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned,” she began her confession.
“This was how they were faithful to each other, by letting each other be faithful to their own hearts."
“My endgame is the same endgame as in every game of chess."
How could she ever truly break free of him when obeying him was as simple as breathing and running from him left her as breathless as choking?
“But you know what they call a sociopath with a conscience? They call her ‘Mistress.’”
“Like a hawthorn bush you’re a little dangerous to be around, but you are very lovely to look at.”
“How did it all go by so fast? And what if it’s all gone tomorrow?”
"I'm still Elle Schreiber. No matter which end of the whip I'm on, I'm still Elle Schreiber."
“You’ve always been a queen in my eyes. Especially now.”
"You have a conscience. But you know what they call a sociopath with a conscience?"
It sounded like a the setup to a joke so Elle took the bait. "No, what do they call a sociopath with a conscience?"
"They call her 'Mistress.'"
No more secrets. No more lies. Nothing between them anymore and never again.
“Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned,” she began her confession.
“The real you. I’ve seen her.”
“What does she look like?”
Kingsley sighed and smiled. “She’s beautiful. Dangerous. All eyes are on her when she walks into a room. Men fear her but not because she’s the enemy. They fear her because she alone can show them who they really are. They fear this knowledge but will pay any price for it.”
“Is she happy?” Elle asked.
“She’s powerful. She can make her own happiness when she wants it.”
Her hotline rang.
“Mistress Nora’s House of Ill Repute. How may I direct your cock?”
“You aren’t cute,” Kingsley said.
“I beg to differ. I’m fucking precious.”
“I hate you,” Kingsley said.
“That hurts, King. That stings.”
“Do you know what hurts? Having an erection and being two seconds from coming and your domme stops sucking you off.”
“That is a very sad story. Tell me more.”
“I’ve created a monster.”
“I didn’t leave you to hurt you,” she whispered.
“But it did.”
“I spent seven years on the receiving end of pain. I’m ready to be on the giving end.”
“Did you have to start with me?”
“Come back to me,” he said against her lips.
“I can’t.”
“Come back to me,” he said against her neck.
“I won’t.”
“Come back to me,” he said, lifting her skirt to her hips.
“I don’t…”
“You can’t say you don’t want to come back to me because we both know you do.”
“Not enough to do it.”
“Not yet. But you will.”
“Don’t call the painting perfect even if you see it that way. The painting didn’t create itself. Call the artist perfect. If she was perfect it was only because He was perfect first.”
“Queen Eleanor.”
“I’m not really a queen.”
“You’ve always been a queen in my eyes. Especially now.”
“If I knew I would die tomorrow I’d spend all night telling you and Kingsley how much I love you both, and I wouldn’t let God take me until I was certain you knew I meant every word.”
“You break him down,” Juliette said, pointing at Elle. “And I—” she pointed at herself “—I will build him up so he’ll be ready when you break him again. Between the two of us he should be a very happy man. It’s a good plan, non?”
“‘Do not ask me to leave you or forsake you for wherever you go I will go, wherever you stay I will stay, your people shall be my people and your God my God. Wherever you die, there I will be buried. May the Lord do so and more beside if anything but death separates us.’”
“Off with her head.”
If you haven’t read the series, go read it, like RIGHT NOW! Everybody has to read everything Tiffany writes, because every word she writes is meaningful, touches your heart, your soul in ways you can’t imagine an erotica book can, and you won’t ever be the same.
“God said ‘Love is patient. Love is kind.’ He never said ‘Love is easy.’”
“There is one person stronger than the queen or the king combined…”
“Who?”
“The man who moves the pieces.”
“If Jane Austen had set eyes on Kingsley, she would never have written her genteel comedies of manner. She would have written porn.”
“I’ve created a monster.”
“You didn’t create a monster…you just let her off her leash.”
“…I will walk again, and I won’t come back this time.”
“You will walk the circumference of the entire globe and find yourself right where you started. Here.”
“How much pain do you want?”
“Hurt me until I forget how much I hurt.”