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I’d rather die than live as your monster. That’s what I told my brother Julian, but he ignored my wishes and performed an experimental transplant. Now the real Jordan Kilmartin is dead, leaving me in his place. I spend my days hiding in a castle, keeping Julian’s research on a tight leash and searching for clues about my mysterious donor. I’ll never lay hands on another human being until I know I won’t descend into his madness. Breanna McBride turns that plan on its head when she spies on me in my bath. When I lock her in my dungeon, the sexual energy between us is explosive—and potentially deadly. The only way to ensure we both make it out alive is to negotiate a BDSM scene and call in Hans Hauptman to watch over us as we play—and even that’s a risk, because he’s brutally sexy and determined to bring me back to life, whether I like it or not. But there are darker forces at work in this cursed castle, and no matter how vigilant we are, someone will wind up dead. I just hope it’s not one of us. Reader Advisory: Not for the vanilla at heart! Contains a man on the edge, a nurse on a mission and a gleeful sadist with boundary issues, all of whom practice Risk-Aware Consensual Kink. Their BDSM scenes include breath play, caging, predicament bondage, ménage, m/m sexual encounters, gymnastic positions and cruelty to induce emotional catharsis. Also contains potentially triggering violence. Prepare to bite your nails, wipe your eyes and change your underwear at least once.
Author

When I complained of being bored the summer before 7th grade, my mother (who worked at a boookstore at the time) handed me a stripped copy of Victoria Holt's The Shivering Sands—and I was hooked. I became a voracious reader, bringing home stacks of romantic novels from the library every few days. At 14, I tried to write my first two romances. The first was about a federal agent masquerading as a bank robber, and a smart-mouthed customer who drove a custom baby blue Trans Am named Shark. He stole Shark as his getaway vehicle and she dove in beside him. That was as far as I got—I could never see beyond their flying down the highway bickering as they were chased by bad guys. The second was a hot mess of a Gothic paranormal erotic involving an 18yo governess and the 16yo eldest son of the house, who made quite innappropriate advances toward her via astral projection while she slept. I wrote 100 pages front and back IN PENCIL before I hit the I HATE point and shoved it under my bed. When I retrieved it 2 years later, the lead was so smeared I couldn't read it. The End. It took finding my own hero to reignite my passion for romance writing. More than 25 years later, I bought a used laptop on eBay and wrote my first erotic romance. I'm just about to release my tenth at Samhain Publishing. Mr Robin and I have been married for 18 years; we live on a farm and have three wonderful kids. I love to hear from readers, so don't be timid about saying hi!