Masters & Lovers Box Set One

A NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR

‘Masters and Lovers’ is the continuing story of Charlotte, her Master, James, and her Lover, Michael. The story is a long one and is still on-going. I'll admit, it started in a small way with 'Buying the Virgin'. It was originally intended to be a series of short stories of auction erotica fun and frolics, made up of five short stories, the whole story taking place over just a week.

However, Charlotte, James and Michael were a hit with my readers and I received a LOT of requests for 'more please'. The story grew... And grew...

So, if you have not met Charlotte, James and Michael before and would like to start with the beginning of the story, here is where to start.

You can read how the tale begins, as told from Charlotte, ‘The Virgin’s’ point of view, in 'Buying the Virgin'. the simple little tale that outgrew its original objectives.

Alternatively, you can start the story as told by ‘The Boys', James and Michael, in 'Mastering the Virgin'. This is a more detailed story where you learn a lot more about not just Charlotte, but James and Michael too. You get a lot more background and, of course, lots more sizzle and steam.

I should also say, that while there is of course, a lot of overlap between these two versions of the story, they are by no means identical. Each contains insights and information that is not present in the other. After these two series, the tale continues in 'Masters and Lovers'.

On the other hand, if you are happy to start here, then I have tried hard to make the story manageable for the new reader starting at this point.

Whatever you decide, I do hope you enjoy the read.

Happy Reading ?

Simone

Chapter One - James – The Dream

Pain….

Blinding, shrieking, unholy agony….

Screaming….

My Jade-Eyes screaming….

Blood….

Pain….

Screaming.

My Jade, weeping….

gasp, I rear up,

A nightmare….

Just a nightmare….

my flame-haired mermaid, safe and sound, sleeps peacefully. Beyond her:

Everything is

sweat, my heart hammers behind my ribs and my breathing snatches. The

first time, the memory surfaces, how I

himself bodily at the gunman in a desperate bid to prevent the shot. And looking for refuge, finding none, I seize her, shielding

Pain….

Shrieking unbearable agony….

And a fall into

Christ!

the time; it’s hours after midnight; getting late

no desire to sleep, to risk being dragged back into

Coffee….

complete now and the house is cosy and comfortable. A

Home….

her life, with nothing to call her own, this has been Michael’s gift to her, the most precious thing he knew how to give to her. He has put heart

mention